#sonny boy is crazy

[thermesiini]

just got so excited because its literally been noahs arc the entire time

[queenlakiefer]

Not gonna lie…

[shanastoryteller]

i'm going to move on from supernatural posting, i swear to god, but first i'm going to talk about ep 9x07 bad boys

the episode itself is fine and good (i mean it's another example of dean having a support network while sam can't have anyone and dean keeping secrets while when sam does it it's the worst betrayal ever but that's not what this is about and sometimes i think about what this show did two earnest, loving traumatized characters by turning them into the most tragic versions of themselves and - ok, this really isn't what this post is about)

but fandom interpretation of this episode actually drives me up a wall because it does a disservice to literally every character

one, john did not leave them without enough money for food. dean gambled it and lost it. there's nothing in canon to say that john was taking longer than expected, that they were running out of money, none of that. dean gambled food money and lost it and then tried to steal to make up for it. he was 16 when this happened and it was a bad decision but i don't think he should be at all vilified for this. he made a dumb mistake and then tried to fix it with another dumb mistake. john was right to be mad and sam was also right to tell him that he shouldn't beat himself up about it. just like with shtriga - yeah, dean was climbing the walls stuck in that hotel room. but you know who else was stuck in that hotel room? sam. and he didn't get a break to go play at the arcade. again, i'm not blaming dean here, he shouldn't have been stuck taking care of his brother that young and he was a kid and john leaving his his children behind while hunting a child eater, whether he was using them for bait or not, is crazy. but dean stealing food wasn't about john's neglect and all the sacrifices dean had to make for sam. it was about him trying to fix his fuck up

two, and this is the one that really gets me, dean didn't go back with john because he had to take care of sam

listen. listen to me. i am speaking from experience when i say this

parentified siblings are still, first and foremost, siblings. especially with only 4 years between them. the show shameless i think did an absolutely excellent job with this and is why i love the first few seasons of it so much. fiona is without a doubt parentified, she is raising those kids, but she's also clearly their sister not their mother

i know later seasons dean and fandom like to make it seem like dean literally raised sam and john was just a background figure but like. that's not realistic, and frankly doesn't even make sense

the reason dean leaves sonny and goes with john isn't because he feels like he has to keep him sam safe. it's isn't because he feels like he has to raise him. it's because he loves him

you are reducing dean to the most pathetic woe is me archetype with this interpretation and ridding him of all his rich loyalty and care and love to saddle him instead with comparatively flat duty. dean is more than sam's caretaker. he's his brother

there's also no reason for dean to feel this way. he just massively fucked up in taking care of sam - that's why he's with sonny in the first place. john has alternate people to take care of sam when he can't do it himself, as he has just proven, and while i don't think we should turn a couple teenage mistakes into making dean incapable, dean absolutely would - and did! he carries every fuck up regarding sam with him! so right now he's really, really low when it comes to his own estimation to take care of sam and leaving sonny because of that doesn't make any sense

but he looks at his brother and is reminded how much he missed him and loves him and realizes staying means he loses his brother. the good and the bad. so he goes, because he loves sam more than anything else

this is also why sam leaving for stanford cuts him so deep. that's why this moment is a parallel to that rather than being unrelated. stanford isn't about sam leaving dean even though he has a duty to care of him, because he doesn't. dean's 22 and at this point is always hunting with their father so there's no reason for sam to believe his presence is necessary for either john or dean's safety

no, dean's mad because he chose his love for his brother over a normal life and sam didn't

(sam didn't want to choose at all but this isn't about him)

anyway. dean fucks up sometimes and john sucks but not quite in the ways fandom thinks and dean loves his brother past reason or sense

[xxanaduwrites]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a residue series installment ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

from the hive 🎙️🐝 : session 1

✎ elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny 🏍️

🐝 main hive | sweet talkin’ | honey, are you comin’? 🍯

summary: based off the two parts listed above, spoken from honey’s pov. some never before seen bonus tidbits included to be extended upon in future residue parts ;)

warnings: smoking, talks of violence, arson, potential stalking, some cursing here and there. nothing too crazy.

word count: idek tbh, i oddly wrote it in my tumblr drafts to get me inspired before writing the main residue installments.

💌 requests are open, send ‘em honey 💋

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honey: “y’want some honey in your tea?”

danny: “sure, thanks.”

[ a clanking sounds of what must be a spoon is heard in the background of the recording ]

honey: “anytime, sweets.”

danny: “wait, i’ve seen this before.”

honey: “huh?”

danny: “this company. isn’t that — wait that’s your last name ain’t it?”

honey: “yeah, my pa’s a bee keeper. ma jars the honey with some top secret ingredient that’s got the town buzzin’. whole family business.”

danny: “ah, no wonder you got that nickname.”

honey: “yep, since the womb.”

danny: “interestin’. did benny know that when he met ya?”

honey: “hm…not that i know of. might of. if he didn’t, m’sure johnny must of told him.”

danny: “how’d you meet benny then?”

honey: “how’d i meet benny?”

danny: “yeah.”

honey: “well…you know, i was just mindin’ my own business. working a regular school day at the elementary school on phipps. i was teaching the third grade at the time and johnny’s girls just so happened to be in my class. the main office sent me a note in the middle of the day informing me that the girls would be picked up by their uncle benny. i didn’t think too much of it at the time, hey it wasn’t unusual for kids to be picked up by extended family members, y’know? but i guess i — i had this vision of what he’d be like. fucked up i know, but ya see, i knew johnny. not in the way one would expect. [ honey laughs ] johnny was — well he was mr. davis to me, respectfully so, just like any parent would be to one of my students. but he was also the mr. davis i knew from mass at st. caron’s on the corner of rose and dawn. he’d be walkin’ around in a suit and tie, the whole get up, solemn as he ushered pew to pew with the collections basket for the poor and during communion on sundays 12pm sharp.

danny: “interesting. so i suspect you saw johnny rather often then?”

honey: “oh yeah, every week. went with my ma and pa all the time and like clock work he was there. such a clean cut dignified family man. so it was no surprise for me to be taken aback by benny’s appearance when he pulled up at the school yard.”

danny: “did he bring his bike?”

honey: “hell no! had johnny’s car. ‘twas a real trip with his colors on and a cigarette propped between those pillowly lips of his.”

danny: [ laughs ] “i can imagine. when was this exactly?”

honey: “oh it had to be close to the end of june, right before the start of the summer of ‘65. school was just about ending. had a week left or so. oh yeah — yeah, i remember cause it was real hot out too — sweltering heat, like that sticky kind that can only be equated to bein’ stuck in a classroom with a half broken fan. aw it was the worst. i had on this baby pink tank of sorts with thick straps under this overall dress i decked out a while back. it was real cute. had all these flowers and things i embroidered on it.

danny: “right, the embroidery. heard a thing or two about bedazzled patches on the vandal jackets.”

honey: “‘course you did. the skill got me going with the boys. when sonny started riding with ‘em he let me bejewel the fringes of his jacket real pretty. always a good sport. but anyways — yeah so i had this cute little get up on and my hair was all up and out of my face, real messy for the 60s. kinda stuck out like a sore thumb at school, but what shits did i give?

danny: “none?”

honey: “damn right. so yeah, it was kind of funny when benny came strolling up to me, weaving through all the parents like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit one bit.”

danny: “what were your first impressions of him?”

honey: “i was impressed to say the least. only had my reservations for what — half a minute? yeah, i’d say a good thirty seconds before i was smiling up at him.”

danny: “did he scare you? scare any of the parents, other teachers?”

honey: “i wasn’t scared of him no…as for the others, sure. mrs. rubin was all this and that and the other thing ‘bout him after that, especially when it got more serious and he was waitin’ round the school. she didn’t appreciate the loitering, but he was harmless, as harmless as benny could be. though, i was more refreshed really to see somebody so interesting….so different from everybody else. it made me feel seen, y’know?”

danny: “so what happened next? when he got to you?”

honey: “he’s standin’ in front of me and i’m bein’ a good egg with both girls at my sides, small fingers wrapped around each hand, and i go ‘hi, you must be uncle benny. i’m miss. honey.’ and he takes a good minute to give me a once over, like introducing myself was the craziest thing i could of done. then that thick smokey voice of his went “honey, huh?” and my tummy rumbled up so much so i was sure the butterflies i stitched ripped right off and flew about my dress. [ honey laughs again ] i was kind of just like ‘yep, that’s me’ or whateva, and god i was so sure i fucked it all up.”

danny: “how come?”

honey: “anyone that knows benny knows he’s not a man of many words by any means, so at the time i took his silence as a sign of unimpression. i mean if you took a look at us two — and i mean a quick glance or somethin’, we definitely seemed like an odd pair. but if you really looked rather closely, takin’ the time to absorb every detail, i’d definitely say we were far more similar past the common eye. but, i’ll go into that later. [ honey pauses for a moment ] sorry did i answer the question?”

danny: “you did, you did.”

honey: “good, good….so where was i?”

danny: “you were talkin’ about introducing yourself to benny and him being unimpressed.”

honey: “right, so one of johnny’s girl starts gettin’ all antsy. wants to go. has herself practically all over benny in a beg. her sister — no. her sister doesn’t wanna. the little thing has her hand practically chain locked to mine. so i did what any teacher would do and sweet talked her into going.”

danny: “how’d you manage that?”

honey: “i reminded her that her pa was a good man. that his interests were just as important as her own. that was all it took really.”

danny: “did you still think that later on? still do? after everything?

honey: [ honey sighs and puts out a cigarette she’d been smoking throughout the session ] “i did and i still do. i know some people will say that johnny was no good, that his club only created chaos. really though, the johnny i knew was trying to keep the peace as my benny well — wasn’t. one wrong look in my direction and my man was jumping the fool in seconds flat. and if they got a hand on me, oh they’d have to have a death wish upon ‘em. benny would not stand for that. he’d make their life a livin’ hell for as long as they lived. johnny — no johnny wasn’t like that unless it was real bad. unless someone got real hurt, then he’d fight back.”

danny: “like the bar fire?”

honey: “exactly like the bar fire. sure, a part of me felt bad for the owner. that his establishment just went up in flames like that. but the other part of me was glad those fuckers couldn’t step foot in such a place no more. and on top of i was rather pissed off — still am — by the fact that the owner just let my benny get attacked like that. did nothing to stop it. boils my blood just thinking about it. just thinking about my sweet benny minding his business and gettin’ swarmed for just wearin’ his colors. colors that wouldn’t come off of him once i got my artsy hands on it. he was absolutely obsessin’ with the patches i made. especially the one that said “honey’s hubby” with a big ol’ heart. made my cheeks burn real bad when he’d kiss it before tossing it right back on.”

danny: “i remember seeing that.”

honey: “you do?!”

danny: “yeah, the times i rode with the guys. i caught ‘em doing it here and there. especially when he was ‘bout to mount his bike before a ride. figured it was some sort of good luck charm before i really took a good look at what the patch said. then i realized it was you.”

honey: “danny?”

danny: “what?”

honey: “you gotta stop or i’m gonna be gushin’ the whole rest of this interview without giving yuh the real stuff.”

danny: “alright, alright [ lyon laughs ] back to business. so, what happened after you got johnny’s girl to go with benny? when’d you see him again?”

honey: “funnily enough, ‘twas the very next day. saw him first in the mornin’ y’know at drop off. i figured he gave a ride to the girls again or somethin’ — but no. it was betty who did. she came right up to me that morning to say hello. the hell was i thinkin’? i mean benny had his whole bike on him. no shot in hell he’d bring the girls on it.”

danny: “sure.” [ sarcasm is apparent in lyon’s words ]

honey: “danny no! [ honey laughs ] benny was wild but not that wild. he’d never let anything happen to those girls.”

danny: “i know, i know. only jokin’. i’m assumin’ that’s what drew you to him though?”

honey: “it was definitely a solid factor.”

danny: “understandable. did you go talk to him, at drop off?”

honey: “no, no. I didn’t think too much of it at the time and i couldn’t go shoot the breeze with him anyways. the lot was packed with all these little ones. i had to roll call mine. it wasn’t until after lunch hour during recess that i did.”

danny: “he was still there then? never left?”

honey: “as far as i know, no. had a whole garden of cigarette buds circling his feet like he’d been there for hours.”

danny: “what’d you say when you approached him?”

honey: “said something about the girls not getting out for another few hours and then asked him if he was stalkin’ me off the bat. oh — he offered me a cigarette too, and i took it.”

danny: “ripped the bandage right off i see. how’d he take that?”

honey: “seemed amusin’ to him. he made one of those faces that had all his features turnin’ up real pretty. can never forget that. flat out told me he wasn’t which i found strangely adorable. then — i don’t really know how it happened, but he was changing the subject completely. y’know when you’re having a conversation and ya kind of just naturally switch topics easily, but it’s done so smoothy, like the segue isn’t rough or whatever?”

danny: “yeah, i know what y’mean. the previous topic is wedged in there somehow subtly, but it makes sense why you got there.”

honey: “exactly. but, benny. no — when benny was in the midst of a conversation and started going on about something else there was no ease there. yet, you’d be fooled to think so. that’s how he got us out of most arguments honestly. one minute i wouldn’t be too happy with him about somethin’. probably somethin’ stupid anyways. if not stupid, than definitely about him ridin’ with an injury. always got me nervous. but then of course the next he’d have me wrapped up in his embrace as if five minutes prior hadn’t happened. here, for instance though, i guess the transition kind of made sense? i mean i was goin’ on about my co-worker freaking out about him just parking ship near campus, blabbing about and he’s asking about what time i get out, and if i wanna go on a ride. now, i’m dumbfounded by this. cause what the hell does he want to do with me, y’know?”

danny: “so what did ya do? did ya go with him?”

honey: “what’a ya think, daniel?”

[ an unknown interruption cuts the session here, but lyon obtains all the information from honey he needs — for now, that is ;) ]

[ the tape ends ]

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author’s note: hope ya liked this! i’m such a sucker for an interview writing style. daisy jones & the six is my favorite books ever if you can’t tell! <3

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[ilyasorokinn]

Would you be able to write “shielding the other one with their body” + Michael bunting?

SONNY CUDDLES

i am going to change who this is for just because i no longer write for michael. love him and it's literally nothing against him, i just have a weird thing about married guys (except for like ej). n e ways, that's it. love bunts tho!! so, i instead decided to write this for joseph will, my first thing for him so that's very slay lol

when you and joseph started dating, you had disclosed to him that with you came your very clingy, very loving little dachshund sonny. he was your little sidekick and the main man in your life and joseph knew that nad picked up on it quickly.

your little boy dog loved to follow you around wherever you went and even would lay at your feet when you went to the bathroom. it took a while for sonny to take a liking to joseph, but they became pals quickly he knew no matter what, sonny was your dog.

every morning, sonny would run up the little staircase by your bed and hop around on the bed, getting your attention and effectively waking you up. if the jumping and hopping around didn't work, he would go to plan b which was to bark and lick at you. he would usually bark at joseph and gently lick at you.

this morning was no different than any other. sonny climbed up the little staircase at the edge of the bed and started jumping around and trying to get your attention. when sonny saw you were awake, his tail started wagging like crazy and he walked over to your side for morning cuddles.

joseph woke up when he felt you move to hug sonny. he groaned, "what the heck?" he mumbled groggily.

"sorry, sonny cuddles," you told him.

"no." he shook his head, maneuvering his body so you were on his side of the bed and he was on yours. he was careful not to squish the dog, but sonny was now on the outside of the bed, behind joseph.

you laughed when joseph sprawled out on top of you, wanting you all to himself, "jo, what about sonny?" you smiled, poking at his cheek.

"he can have you later. right now it's my turn." he mumbled into your shoulder.

sonny, of course, was not happy that he wasn't cuddling you and started barking at joseph. he tried to climb over joseph, but he was determined not to let sonny get to you, "no, my turn, sonny." joseph shook his head.

"you're crazy." you shook your head, laughing when sonny finally succeeded and slid into place by your side.

"we need to start closing the door."

[dabisbratz]

sonny sonny sonny i need to know what you think about dad's best friend ! nanami ,,, i'm obsessed with the way you wrote that trope :(

eeee !!!! fits kenny perfectly!!! s’definitely one of m’favorite aus out there ໒꒰ྀི ੭ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ꒱ྀི੭

can y’imagine growin up with a lil crush on him, seein him around your dad all da time— drives you crazy!! nanami n his blond hair that’s slooowly goin gray, one streak at a time, n he has lil laugh lines n crows feet adornin his eyes !! a crease between his brows from keepin them pinched!! n his voice ?!?! when ywere a kid y’always thought it was deep but it just gets deeper as he ages ?? ywouldve never thought he’d see you past that same awkward, hormonal teenage boy you used to be . . n when you’re left alone with him you decide you’ll finally have the chance t’change that !!

[searchingforgravity]

Graceland Experience - PART 5

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: The next stop you need to make is one to the library to find out if you have any chance of making your way back home. Then, you explore Elvis' room.

TW: Brief mention of sex, mention of sex toys and objects, implied smoking, profanity

Word Count: 2801

A/N: Sorry for the slow burn with this series guys, but it will be worth it!

"Hey, I'm sorry about last night. I just really thought you were a nutcase, Y'know?" Sonny laughs nervously before shoveling a plateful of food in his mouth.

Everyone at the table looks to the two of you. You, Sonny, Elvis, and Jerry all sit at the kitchen table. You are surprised that they let you sit to breakfast with them, but they've all seemed to accept the fact that you're not crazy. They still look at you with curiosity. You're the exciting new topic in the house. The girl with amnesia.

You absolutely hate it.

"Yeah, it's fine," you say quickly, focusing now on your plate of food, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

"I mean, you really had me goin' there," he laughs.

Annoyed, you pick at your food refusing to respond. There is an awkward beat as everyone turns back to their food.

"Thought you were just batshit cr-"

"Sonny! Fuck off," Elvis grumbles, not amused.

Your body flushes in embarrassment. Looking across the table to Elvis, he meets your gaze, his cheeks flushed with anger.

You quickly look away.

God, how you wished there was another girl in this house. Most of the time, it's just the boys.

"Right," Sonny snaps, clearly offended.

Silence again.

You look over at Jerry. It's so odd, he's just a teenager. You recall all of the photos you've seen of his as an older man, and it's surreal. You watch as he makes a joke to Elvis, trying to win his approval. Elvis chuckles. Jerry's eyes light up as he shoves a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

It's so surreal.

After another moment, you let your gaze wander around the room. You haven't really had the chance to see it since you've been here. The house is buzzing. It's so full of life. This is what you've dreamed of.

You can feel someone watching you.

Looking back to the table, Elvis is watching you intently, like he's trying to read your mind. When he catches your eye, he doesn't look away. Instead he gives you a curious look, lingering.

You clear your throat in thought. Should you say something?

"So, do fans line up outside your door all the time?" You ask.

Stupid question.

Everyone looks at you again. Everyone looks dumbstruck by your question, like you don't live in 1961.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Every day! They love Elvis, it's almost scary. Gosh you aren't a fan are you?" Jerry suddenly pipes up, teenage boy energy bursting.

Your face flushes.

"No! I am obviously, you're amaz-" you start, then stop.

Elvis gives a smug grin, crossing his arms.

"I mean-."

Oh God, stop talking.

Before anyone can comment further, Elvis speaks up, sparing you the spotlight.

"Yeah, I really appreciate all the love. I don't deserve it sometimes."

"Aw, c'mon E, sure you do! Hey, remember those two girls that mailed themselves to the house? That was crazy, man. Now they were batshit. But they were cute girls. You're so lucky, you can get all the tail you want. And you did get some action with one of 'em right? Or was it both?"

Well, there's that. Elvis' cheeks flush as he shoves Jerry by his shoulder.

"Jer, come on, there's a lady at the table."

Jerry glances over at you looking like a dog with his tail caught between his legs.

"Oh, right. Sorry ma'am."

You tell him it's okay as you try not to laugh.

---

"Hey, Elvis?" You ask, catching up with him after breakfast as Sonny and Jerry go outside to the stables, him following closely behind.

Elvis turns to you.

"Yeah, what's up, honey?"

You hesitate. It might be a risk.

"Do you remember asking me if there is anything I needed last night?"

"Yes, I remember."

Here goes nothing.

"I was actually wondering if I could get a ride to the library."

"The library? I don't see why not. If you want some books, you can write down which ones you want and I have a guy that goes out and gets things for me."

That won't exactly work. You don't want written evidence of you requesting time travel books.

"Well, I actually wanted to go myself."

He gives you a sideways glance.

"Are you sure that would be a good idea? Don't you need some rest for your memory?"

"I think it might be good if I go out. Maybe it could help jog a few things in my mind."

Good thinking.

"Hm, maybe you're right. It seems you got some memory back. At least I know you're a fan," he teases, winking at you.

Your cheeks burn as you look to the ground. There's a brief awkward silence.

He clears his throat before continuing.

"Well I can't go with ya, but I'll tell Sonny to give you a ride. How does this afternoon sound?"

"That sounds amazing. Thank you."

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Getting into the car with Sonny, you're suddenly nervous. You are about to go out in public in 1961. You still partially believe you are in some crazy dream. You look down at your outfit, making sure you look the part, and you do. You are wearing a simple pink shift dress. You aren't usually one to wear a ton of dresses, but you certainly can't wear your usual clothing now. And you have to admit to yourself that you are starting to enjoy wearing these dresses. Elvis had some ordered to the house once he realized you might be at Graceland for more than a few days.

"Hey, uh, I know I said it already, but I am sorry for acting that way last night. Just been high strung the past few days, I guess," Sonny says awkwardly as he starts the car.

"It's okay. I understand, I don't blame you, really. No one knows me here," you relent, looking out the window.

"Yeah. You don't seem too bad, though. It's been nice I guess having something to focus on. It was startin' to get boring around here. Elvis hates boring," he laughs, the southern drawl peeping out of his voice.

You hadn't noticed it before.

You aren't sure how you feel about Sonny taking you to the library, you aren't sure if you like him yet, but he was your only option and you had to take the opportunity.

Sonny turns the car, heading for the back of the house, to your surprise. The front entrance leaving your line of view.

"I thought we were going out the front way."

At this, Sonny gives a genuine laugh.

"No, honey, we almost never use the front entrance. Do you know how many people are out there? Hundreds. We wouldn't get to the library before it closes."

You turn your body as you try to look and see if you can get a glimpse of the fans out front, but it's too late, the entrance is already out of sight.

---

When you get inside the library, it's quiet. There are a few people wandering around, but other than that it's empty. It's not so different from a modern library, except there are no computers. Only books. It's insane to see. Everyone you see are either in dresses or the men in slacks. Some men wearing hats. You see an older man with a hat covering his face as he nods in an out of sleep on a chair in the corner of the non-fiction section. It's all so different and yet, somehow not.

You were preparing for Sonny to come in with you, which would be a challenge to hide what you're getting from him, but he said he'd stay in the car if you wouldn't take too long.

You make your way to the fiction section as you start your search. you hope they have something here that can help you. As you look through the limited selection, you're about to give up when you see A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury. You remember seeing this book while you were writing a paper about the author in high school. You pluck it out of its place and turn it to the back cover, skimming over the words.

Ah, yes. A man who travels back in time and discovers even small actions have big consequences. You make a mental note of that. You decide to pick out a random book as well in case anyone asks you what you got. Looking for a romance, you see a booked called Loyal and All by Mary Burchell. After taking a quick skim of the back, it looks to be up your alley.

You're about to head to the check out when one more catches your eye. A pebble in the sky. Hm. You pick it up and read the back. A man is accidentally sent to the future. Similar to your situation, only you went to the past. This could give some insight.

You decide to pick that one as well as you head to the front. A gentle looking older woman greets you.

"Hello, dear. Did you find what you were looking for today?" She asks pleasantly.

You smile.

"Yes, thank you. Just these three please," you say in return, placing the books on the table.

She glances at them.

"Ah, time travel. I love hearing those stories. I wonder if it will ever come to be one day. I would like to go back and see Louis Armstrong in his prime. I love that man's voice."

You laugh to yourself. That's what you thought about Elvis about a week ago. Now you don't know what to think.

"I'll need to see your library card, dear."

Shit. A library card.

"Oh, I don't have one, I just moved here recently," you say a little too quickly.

She doesn't seem to take note of it.

"Not a problem! I'll just have you fill out this paper and you can take these home with you today."

A paper. Then you think of the butterfly effect. Will something as small as filling out a paper change the course of history? You're not sure. But you need these books.

"Oh, you know what, that's alright. I'll just put them back. I might not be staying for too long, it's a little up in the air at the moment," you respond trying not to sound nervous.

"Oh, alright, if you're sure."

You assure her that you are as you head over to the shelves.

You can't leave without these books, but how are you going to get past the counter without her seeing you? You look around for a distraction and it isn't long before you find one. There's a kid's section with two children about the ago of three running around playing. Setting the books down on a shelf near the exit, you go back up to the check out desk.

"Hi, I'm so sorry, but I think I just saw a child get sick in the children's section. I saw him running around with a friend."

At this, she sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if the parents watch their children at all while they're here. Thanks, dear," she says before leaving the desk and walking towards the far section of the library.

Perfect.

You're about to run out when you see complimentary bags on a table near the door. You snag one before shoving the books in the bag and exiting the way you came.

You huff as you get in the passenger seat of the car.

"That was a fast exit, what did you steal 'em?" Sonny laughs as he pulls out, turning out of the lot.

You laugh nervously.

"A kid got sick," you lie as you glance down in the bag.

Sonny makes a sound of disgust as he pulls a cigarette out of his breast pocket before lighting it.

"That's why I don't like libraries."

---

Good, you've got the books, now you just need to do one more thing before you can relax.

Get into Elvis' room. That might not be too difficult seeing as he's still rehearsing for the upcoming film. After dinner, while everyone heads downstairs, you say that you are going to read for a while in the living room.

As soon as you hear them moving around downstairs, you spring into action. Climbing the stairs two at a time, you hurry until you come to a halt at his door, firmly closed.

You take a deep breath, then a second one. You listen for a moment to make sure no one is upstairs. There is complete silence. Your hand shakes as you bring it to the door knob. You need to be quick about this. You turn it and it opens with ease.

Looking inside, you are awestruck. It's a spitting image of the pictures you've seen. You can't believe you're actually in here. A room that not even president's can enter in your own time. It feels magical. You can smell the scent of Elvis all around you. It's intoxicating. You feel invasive, like you shouldn't be in here. But you need to make sure.

First walking to the closet, you open it gently as to not make any noise. You crouch down and look to see if there are any hiding spots. You see a box.

Opening it hastily, it takes you a moment to realize what exactly you're looking it, then it dawns on you.

Pictures of his mom. other small trinket items that you assume belong to his mother.

You gently shut the box and put it back where it belongs. Okay, time to look somewhere else. You check briefly to make sure there are no more hiding places in the closet before getting off the floor and closing the door. Looking around, you spot Elvis' dresser. Quietly walking over to it, You decide to start at the top as you open the first one. When you open the top drawer, you see a polaroid camera. Hm. Then you see handcuffs? Polaroids? For the second time, it takes you a moment to realize what exactly you're looking at.

"Oh,"You gasp as you see what, or rather who, is on the polaroids, quickly shutting the drawer.

Multiple different women, and one or two of him. Nude. Your face flushes all the way to your ears in embarrassment. You've heard stories of him liking that kind of thing, but you never thought you'd actually see it. All the sudden, you hear something.

"One second man, I gotta piss," Elvis calls down to someone as he climbs the steps to his room.

Oh no.

Your heart leaps in your chest as your eyes go wide. Oh God, what are you going to do? You look around and see his closet. It's your only option right now. You run over and gently open it before closing it on yourself, blanketed in complete darkness. You close the closet just in time as you hear the door to his bedroom open.

You hear him sigh as he shuts the door behind him. All the sudden, he stops walking. You can't breathe. What if he opens the closet door to grab something?

"What in the hell?" he mutters, and you can hear him walk away from you and go to his dresser drawer.

That's when you remember. You didn't shut it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hear him open the drawer more, and look around in it. You wish you could tell what he was thinking. He is silent for a long moment before you hear the drawer close again and he makes his way to the bathroom. He shuts the door. Thank God.

You hear him start using the toilet and think this is your best shot at leaving. Opening the closet as softly as you can, you slip out before shutting it just as slow. Tip-toeing across the floor as gently as you can manage, you finally reach the door and grab the knob. Then you hear him starting to wash his hands. Eyes widening, you open the door.

You sigh silently as you quietly shut the door behind you. You walk over to the staircase just in time for him to open the door, leaving his room.

"Oh, hey, I didn't know you were up here. Thought you were readin' in the living room," Elvis remarks as he walks in your direction.

"I was, but I needed to use the bathroom," you lie, pointing in the direction of the room you've been staying in.

"Oh, yeah, me too," Elvis chuckles, but the humor doesn't fully reach his eyes.

Whether that's because he's suspicious of you or not, you don't know. What you do know is, that was too close of a call.

Way too close.

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THE SONNY CARISI EDITION

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sonny is very affectionate and very attentive. If you’re hungry, then he’s offering to whip something up in the kitchen. If you’re feeling sweaty then he’s offering to run a bath. If you’re feeling sore then he’s offering to give you a massage.

B - Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s body)

Sonny likes his mouth. He knows a single word said in a certain way can have you wet as sin and that his tongue can leave your pussy absolutely wrecked. On you, Sonny loves your legs and how toned they are but he also loves the swell of your breasts.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum basically…)

Sonny is a traditional guy so he loves to cum in your pussy foremost. But he is a former Catholic school boy so he isn’t against getting kinky with you and cumming on your face & other places.

D - Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sonny has a secret folder on his phone that is filled with nsfw photos of you, taken on his professional camera. It helps him when he’s working long hours at Hogan Place alone or if he has to travel for a case. He just loves being able to photograph you in lingerie or in the nude, and it being your little secret that you both share.

E - Experience (how experienced are they, do they know what they are doing?)

Sonny isn’t the one to have one night stands, but he’s a quick learner and becomes very knowledgeable about what turns you on and your sensitive areas. I do feel he might’ve had a fling or two at college in a secret crazy phase, and that he had hidden Playboy magazines too.

F - Favourite Position (again, pretty self explanatory…)

Sonny Carisi, the vanilla ice cream man… he just loves missionary so much as he adores being so close to you, getting to kiss you as he fucks you so intimately. That doesn’t mean it’s bad, oh no Sonny absolutely wrecks you!

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?)

Hmm… Sonny can be either. He’s a chatty, goofy guy and perhaps says something that ends up with the two of you in a bout of laughter. But he can be a man on a mission, determined to make you orgasm one after another.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Sonny is very well groomed. He takes pride in his appearance in every way and it’s no difference down under.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Are they romantic?)

Oh Sonny is so intimate and so romantic… sex is more than just sex to him. He’s with you because he absolutely loves and adores you, it’s an extension of his love for you. Sonny is all about the emotional connection within it! Candles, rose petals, body oils and massages… he’s going to spoil you so much!

J - Jack Off (masturbation…)

It happened more so when he was single, but now that he’s in a relationship with you he doesn’t do it as much. It only happens if one of you are out of town and doing phone sex with the other.

K - Kink (what are their kink/s?)

Breeding kink 110%. Sonny has such a big breeding kink and wants a large family with you… he wants to see you swell with his babies. But Sonny, that former Catholic schoolboy is quite kinky once you’re in a stable relationship together… phone sex, spanking, handcuffs, edging, lingerie, dominant/submissive, mirror sex, roleplay, titfucking etc..

L - Location (where are their favourite places to do the do?)

Sonny likes the privacy of home first and foremost. While he’s not against riling you up in public, that is all he’ll do until the two of you get home. Now… when home? It’s open season - bathroom, living room, dining room, hallway, the entire house has been christened more than once!

M - Motivation (what turns them on, what gets them going?)

A few things that you do can get Sonny going. He loves seeing how good you are with babies and children like his nieces, cousins and godchildren as it gets his breeding kink in overdrive. He loves seeing you opinionated and intelligently standing up for yourself and others, and he loves seeing you dressed up (but also seeing you in nothing but slinky lingerie). Sonny also loves seeing you being domestic, cooking etc. as it just kicks something off within him.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?)

Sonny is all about consent. He will never do anything without consent from you, he’s seen too much via his work in the police department and the district attorney’s office to do anything else. He’ll never hurt you either, the most he’ll do is spanking your ass.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

Sonny is a giver and loves to eat you out. He’s at his happiest making you feel good and sex is no different. However, he won’t say no to a blowjob (and a few times it resulted in a risqué rendezvous in his locked office)

P - Pace (are they fast and rough, soft and sensual?)

Sonny is a romantic and loves to make soft, sensual love to you. But sometimes he or you need to fuck like rabbits and have the bed creaking like mad.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often etc.)

With Sonny’s job in the district attorney’s office, he has longer hours than before and sometimes a quickie is all the either of you have time for, before or after work. But Sonny loves it either way, getting to be so intimate with you. Quickies also happen more often when you’re trying for a baby too.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Sonny isn’t the biggest risk taker. He isn’t against experimenting in bed, he just feels there isn’t any need as the two of you have such great sex wherever you are. Now he does have a locked secret photo album on his phone and does phone sex with you every so often, but that is as risky as Sonny will get.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

A few rounds are the usual for Sonny, but he puts a lot of foreplay in beforehand for you.

T - Toys (do they own toys, do they use toys? on a partner or themselves?)

Sonny isn’t that keen on toys, other than his old handcuffs being used. Blindfolds maybe and perhaps some edible chocolate?

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sonny loves to tease you, he knows exactly what you like and will repeatedly rile you up with a sneaky smirk on his face. But sometimes it’s unintentional on his part, he just gets you so needy doing mundane things.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make etc?)

Sonny is somewhat loud, and he loves to talk during sex but it’s not just dirty talk. He groans, moans and checks in on you.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Sonny wants to have sex with you in his childhood bedroom back in Staten Island… he just won’t do it with his parents there and is waiting for the next time they go away on vacation and need a house sitter.

X - X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is long and slim like the rest of him, and Sonny is uncut.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Sonny’s sex drive can be high at times, but with what he sees at work it can make him low. With the hours you both work that can make you need each other so much, but weekends are usually the best time.

Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Sonny won’t fall asleep until he has made sure that you are okay and feel satisfied and sated. He’ll cuddle into you, either as the big spoon or your head on his chest, and let slumber take hold.

[bullet-prooflove]

Sugar & Spice: Sonny Quinn x Reader

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Before you, Sonny would get fucked up after his deployments. He’d come home to an empty apartment, drink until he couldn’t see, pass out on the couch. Then he’d wake up the next day with a raging hangover and do the same thing all over again.

That’s how he handled his downtime.

Now though, now things are different.

The first place he hits is your bar. He leaves his bags heaped in the truck before he comes in, makes a scene and it’s always a scene, Sonny makes sure of it.

He knows that fellas come sniffing around you when he’s gone. You’ve never told him that but you don’t have to. He sees the way that some of your regulars look at you, you’re pretty, compassionate and if he’s honest, a little bit of a bitch. It’s the reason why he was attracted to you in the first place.

Sugar and spice is what he  calls you because you’re sweet as peaches and cream until you get a bee in your bonnet and Sonny, he knows all the right buttons to push in order to make you a little crazy.

When he enters the bar, he sweeps you off your feet literally. There is nothing like the sensation of having you in his arms again, of being able to touch you, hold you. When he kisses you, it’s with a passion that floods through his entire system. He doesn’t give a shit that the two of you are in public, he just wants his girl to know exactly how much he’s missed her.

He spends the rest of the night behind the bar, laughing with you, flirting with you,  making his presence known because Sonny, he’s a territorial son of bitch. He wants everybody to know he’s back in your life.

That night when he takes you back to his place he takes his time undressing you, his lips chase over every single inch of you as he relearns the contours of your body. He spends all night inside you, loving you. He fucks you every which way he can think of, holding off his own release while you come all over his cock.

It’s only when he’s wrung every last ounce of ecstasy out of you that he relents. He lets go of that control, each thread snapping until he comes so fucking hard it feels like he’s being ripped apart by an IED. The rapture explodes through him, ripping through his synapses and shredding up his sanity as he spills his release deep inside of you.

This shit right here is why the neighbours hate the two of you.

When he eventually climbs under the sheets he’s sated, relaxed. He watches as you slip into one of his old band t-shirts, smiling as you join him in bed. His arms wrap around you, gathering you up close as your tuck your head underneath his chin.

“I missed you while you were gone.” You tell him, your fingertips lightly chasing over the ink that’s etched into his chest.

“I bet you had plenty of other boys chasing you around.” He teases, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he tilts his head to look at you.

“Noone like you.” You whisper, your lips brushing over his. “There’s never been anyone like you.”

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[kazbrown]

Cain: Hey, old man.

Adam: The hell you want, Fuck-Up the First?

Cain: I just wanted to say thank you. ( shrugs with a casual smile ) You know, for sending down your best Exorcist down here in Hell to me and Charlie.

Adam: ( glares annoyed ) Uh, excuse the fuck me?! What kinda shit you on about, sonny boy? Lute is my top girl outta all the Exorcists, especially Vajjie!

Cain: First, OG Dickhead, it's Vaggie. I know people your age can have memory problems, so I understand.

Adam: ( eye twitches and scowls at the jab )

Cain: Second, Vaggie is clearly superior, considering she's not a bat-shit crazy fanatic.

Adam: Bullshit! She's just dedicated! Not only that, Lute has the best body, especially her tits! ( gives a victorious and lewd smirk )

Cain: ( gives Adam an unimpressed and grossed out look ) Fucking gross, pops!

Cain: .....But Vaggie is still better. I mean, have you seen them hips?! Hate to have her leave, but I love to watch her go. Goddamn hazardous to my health. ( has a smitten look )

Adam: Ohoho! Let me tell you something, junior-!

Vaggie and Lute stand off to the side, watching as the First Men of Humanity argue like little kids.

Vaggie: ( sighs ) ....Their idiots.

Lute: ( hates to agree with Vaggie, but can't) Yeah.

Vaggie: ( softens as she watches her Tonto and her ex boss bicker ) But, there our idiots.

Lute: ( allows a small smile while she sees her Sir puff up angrily at the First Son ) Can't disagree.

Adam: Are you actually this fucking dense, brat! Next you'll say Eve isn't the sweetest person in creation!

Cain: Now hold on. That's just outright blasphemous.

Adam: ( sighs in relief ) Oh thank Big G!

Cain: .....Though, Charlie can DEFINITELY give Ma a run for her money.

Adam: OH, COME THE FUCK ON!

[satureja13]

After Stefan left Jack with all these crazy news, athena arrived for their Herbology lessons and gathered the Boys in the greenhouse. They already had a light version of Herbology at Belgraves Institute, also tought by athena. She loves plants and has collected everything about magical plants and their cultivation on her internal harddisk.

There are all kind of plants growing here in the greenhouse and outdoors. Even from Sixam! Since the Boys already have basic knowledge and prepared well for today's lesson (thanks to Saiwa), athena jumped right in on the pro stuff. Which plants could be useful to help them to detect if they are under the influence of a Siren's Song and how to repell them.

After their extended Herbology lesson, Jack and his good mate Kiyoshi called Lunatic and Kiri for a ride-out. Kiyoshi is in a good condition so Jack thought it would be nice to spend some time together to solidify their - now legal - mateship.

It looks as if their shadows are holding hands <3 and the way they look at each other...

Jack set up a picknick and told Kiyoshi everything about this crazy 'Omega stuff' Stefan told him. Jack: "Can you believe it? The Council somehow 'deleted' my ability to love and get attached to be a better soldier! And that bolt that hit me must have reactivated it and, since I'm an Omega, Vlad and Jeb feel attracted to me! Do you feel it too? I'm sorry if you do, I don't want to stir up old wounds and endanger our mateship - and your return to us." Kiyoshi: "Nothing changed for me. And I don't think Vlad and Jeb are overly affected. Don't worry." Jack: "Ouf. That's a relief. I already cause enough trouble as it is."

Suddenly thick clouds covered the sun. It remembered Kiyoshi of their crash after the lightning stroke Jack. He was so startled he almost keeled over: "Jack - the clouds... huh?!" But Jack held him upright: "I've got you, mate."

Kiyoshi: "Thank you for having me. Um...it's raining. We should hurry and go inside." Jack: "Anytime. Shall we?" ...

...

After Sai gave Ji Ho another tutoring lesson on the stuff he'd missed, they returned to the Tower.

The common room is empty... Sai: "Where is everyone?" Skully chuckled: "They went up to the tops' room." Sai: "Jack too?" Skully: "Sure, why not?" Because they are all crazy for Jack, that's why... But Saiwa didn't bother explaning all that to Skully. They ran up upstairs. Skully started singing again: 'You know I can't stand it You're running around You know better, daddy I can't stand it 'cause you put me down Oh, no

I put a spell on you Because you're mine' (Original by Screaming Jay Hawkins from 1956! This song was also featured in one of my favourite movies: Elvira - Mistress of the Dark'. Scene is -> here)

Just to find Jack and Kiyoshi almost naked in the top's bathroom - and Vlad and Jeb watching them Jack! Sai: "What is going on here?!" Oh no, Sai is upset. Jeb is stunned. Everytime Sai is upset and Jeb is involved, they break up. He doen't know what to do! Jack: "Oh hey Sai! My good mate here and I got thoroughly wet!" Ji Ho is boiling. He wasn't prepared for this jealousy attack knocking him off his feet. Usually he wouldn't care, Jack is one of his closest friends and he knows that he and Vlad are just friends and that there would never happen anything romantic - ever. But his new found feelings don't seem to recognise that and nudge him over the edge of a downward spiral. Saiwa didn't do any better, he started screaming at Jack: "Get out of here! What are you thinking spreading your pheromones around here! Naked!"

'They say we're young and we don't know Won't find out until we grow Well I don't know if all that's true 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you'

I got you babe - Sunny and Cher

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[naancydrew]

mystery inviters and should nancy kiss them

SCK, aunt eloise: a greeting cheek kiss

SCK remastered, beech: NO

STFD, mattie: yes

MHM, rose: no bc nancy doesnt need to get in the middle of her and abby and make that a mess... abby may be poly but rose is for sure monogamous

TRT: no specific person hired her. maybe its christi lane the owner/her dad's friend who invited? not enough info to deem kissable

FIN, maya: YESSS!! i believe they already have

SSH, franklin rose: no

DOG, sally: yes

CAR, paula: no

DDI, katie: YES specifically to cause drama between her and jenna

SHA: if its the rawleys, then no. if it's bess & george, yes.

CLK, helen: maybe? probably not. helen is going thru a lot rn

CUR, hugh: nah things with linda are messy enough without nancy homewrecking. EDIT : have been informed it was actually Linda's mom who hired.....ok mayhaps then

TRN, lori: no...i dont think she would... she needs to wake up from her bad taste in men but nancy doesnt need to be the one to teach her that.

wait i forgot the hardys actually invited her not lori. YES!!! to either boy

DAN, amy grunhild: nah

CRE, quigley: i dont think they vibe

ICE, chantal: no .

CRY, ned: sure she already does

VEN, prudence: maybe. might be a gilf.

HAU, kyler: shes a newlywed but. yes. her making nancy her moh was crazy

RAN, bess: DUH YES

WAC, headmistress: maybe...not enough info

TOT, krolmeister: again. could be a gilf. maybe

SAW, krolmeister: he's giving us a trip to japan......i mean yeah thank u

CAP, marcus: no he sucks and i dont want anya to have more reason to hate me

ASH: the clue challenge leaders? maybe. brenda? sounds toxic. sure.

TMB, jon: no he reads too fatherly to me (might be that he looks so much like my bf's dad)

DED, victor: no. is this even a question. no.

GTH, savannah: yes

SPY, revenant: . no....

MED, sonny: for sure yeah

LIE, melina: shes hot. yes

SEA, dagny: YES YES YES MAKE OUT NOW!!!!

MID, dierdre: sloppy style. rivals with benefits. situationship. literally anything and everything please please pelase

KEY, adela: PLEEEAASSEEE YESSSS THEY HAD A VIBEEEE

[creepling]

college smut headcanons with the tcm boys and fem!reader getting it on. if you want one with the girls lemmie know ;) minors dni

weekly study dates with sonny and making out in the library. this man gets shy so easily and is constantly looking over his shoulder, even when the aisle is quiet and no one goes through it. as things gets more heated between you, the study dates take place in your dorms where sonny is more open and relaxed. you take control as sonny is not the most experienced, constantly asking for consent and checking if what you are doing is okay. he nods along, his heart racing a million miles per hour, wondering how he got so lucky with you. the study dates don't involve a lot of academic learning, but you soon learn this man is a natural at oral. his attention to detail lets him discover what makes you feel good, his tongue the perfect rhythm as he eats you out. his slender fingers fitting perfectly between your slick walls, showering you in kisses as he worships your body. he's too humble to know how good he's making you feel and how much his touch drives you crazy. he makes you orgasm effortlessly, holding your quivering body in his arms, bathing in your warmth.

danny likes to sneak into your dorm and surprise you when he gets off work. you tell him off, worried he will get caught. he doesn't care, he's been thinking about you and can't go another day without seeing you. distracting you from studying, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you into a rugged, passionate kiss. a metallic smell clings to his clothes from his day of work, and they are quickly discarded as you rip off each others clothes and collapse onto the bed. there is a roughness to how he handles you, but it's powered with passion, his hands pressing hard against your skin and ready to relieve the stress that has burdened him all day. the way he fucks you is immersive, towering over you as his thick cock stretches you out. he's slow at first, looking deeply into your eyes, kissing your face and neck to soothe the temporary pain. he likes hearing you beg for him, being a slight tease, before giving you what you want. he fucks you deep into your cheap dorm bed, not caring how much it creaks, only focusing on making you feel good. he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, teasing you for liking it rough, calling you his sweet darlin'.

you end up stuck in seven minutes in heaven with leland at a party. the cupboard so narrow it's pressing your bodies together. even with the lack of light, leland can't help but check you out. your breasts press against his chest and his cock bulges against his tight jeans. you feel it too, and you're looking up at him so innocently he can't help but kiss you. it turns into a heated makeout. he grinds against you as he kisses your neck, and you muffle your moans into his shoulder. with the remaining five minutes, leland is fucking his cock into your hand, his hands cupping your breasts. you curse the small closet and the lack of time, wishing for him to be inside you and fucking you senseless. someone shouts '1 minute left!' and leland doesn't want to stop, using the last remaining time to kiss you. you both compose yourself, ready for the door to open, making a deal to meet up later and finish what you started.

[hannigramislife]

You know how Hange from AoT treated Sonny and Bean, the two titans they captured back in season 1?

I am so serious when I say that's exactly how Dazai fans seem like to me.

"Who told this little boy he belonged in the mafia 😭"

"He's just a silly little guy"

"Dazai actually feels the most out of the entire cast, it's crazy"

Meanwhile, I'm just there like, "Sir, this man probably invented curbstomping on a Tuesday cuz he was bored, please step away from the mass murderer."

[tmntstorycomp]

It's me, your boy, we back!

Congratulations to our winners for round three!!

Danny Phantom ROTTMNT Crossover

Captainx2

Twin-Sync (More Than You Think)

"Oh but there were six polls, how are there only three winners?"

I KNOW! Crazy ahh :"D

But you know what that means..

FIRST

Prime Leo AU by @darth-sonny and Kitty's TMNT-Verse by @kittynumyum:

A Challenger Approaches - An old friend comes back to halt your fun and try to take back their place!

So who will you face off against?

A Tear in my Eye by @cartoonhostage is back to try and claim a spot in the semi finals!!!

This poll will be posted tomorrow and will last 24hrs, good luck.

SECOND

Empathy is Learned by @alicat54c and Teenage Turtle Ninja Mutants (ttnm) by @idiot-mushroom:

Coin Flip - Massy flips a coin, first name is heads and second name is tails. Winner proceeds to the next round.

Coin Flip Winner: EMPATHY IS LEARNED

We look forward to seeing you in the semi finals :3

THIRD

Sanctuary by @aquietwritingcorner and It's a Complicated Equation by @leilanising-vault-of-knowledge:

A Challenger Approaches - An old friend comes back to halt your fun and try to take back their place!

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MCFLY JULY ‘24 — blind spot.

JANUARY 11, 1986

The key turns in the front door, the winter chill rushing into the house. A moment later, the hall light turns on.

“Mom? You awake?” 

Sylvia smiles at the sound of her son’s voice, putting down her crochet things on the end table.  

“We’re in here, Georgie!” 

Carefully, she stands, easing her grandson’s head off her lap and tucking a pillow underneath. She’s pretty sure the kid must’ve been an acrobat in another life; there’s no way he’d be able to sleep all twisted up like a pretzel otherwise. She readjusts the blanket she’d put over him, smoothing down his hair, before meeting her son and daughter-in-law halfway.

“Well, how was the party?” she asks, leaning up against the breakfast bar as George and Lorraine hang up their coats. “You two crazy kids have fun hobnobbin’ with the head honchos at Simon & Schuster?” 

“It was nice, Mom, thanks,” George answers, way too dismissively for a party he’d been talking about for weeks, full of editors and publishers and everything he’d always dreamed of, “but–”

“How was Marty?” Lorraine interrupts, urgently.

Here we go. Finally, some answers.

“Lorrie, honey, you know Artie and I always love bein’ with the kids,” Sylvia begins, and she meant it, even though Artie had called it a night about three hours ago and was now snoring loud enough to shake the walls, “but seventeen goin’ on eighteen’s a little old for a babysitter, don’t you think?” 

“Oh, we’ve just been so worried about him, Sylvia,” Lorraine pleads, eyes wide. “We… we didn’t think it would be a good idea to leave him alone.” 

“For the last few months,” George elaborates, wrapping an arm around his wife and holding her close, “he hasn’t been himself. He doesn’t sleep, he’s been having nightmares… he’s been having memory problems, too, and I know he’s a teenager, but sometimes he’ll get in his own head and it’s like… he’s not even here, like he goes somewhere else instead.”

“He’ll get so confused,” Lorraine agrees, “and-and he used to love thunderstorms but now he’s just so afraid of them and... other things… sometimes it even feels like he's afraid of us…” She bites her lip and buries herself into George. 

It breaks Sylvia’s heart to see them like this; in mourning for the boy who’s alive and breathing and fast asleep on the couch. Just a few hours ago her and Marty were singing along to the radio while making dinner and laughing until they cried trying to play games on his Nintendo while eating Lucky Charms by the bowlful.

“We must’ve missed something,” George murmurs, “something must’ve happened to him and we missed it somehow.”

“We’ve just been so busy,” Lorraine laments, “too busy. I-I thought it was the stress… with college applications and everything changing… but even Jennifer and Doctor Brown don’t know what’s wrong.”  

Sylvia isn’t quite sure she buys that. 

She may not know a lot of things, but she does know that Carl Sagan from 1931 certainly doesn’t look like that nice young man on PBS from a couple years back but did look a whole lot like that whiz kid Emmett and even more like her grandson’s best friend, that nice Doctor Brown, that Emmett grew up to be. 

She also knows that Sonny Crockett (who is pretty much all they talked about at dinner tonight) is from one of Marty’s favorite shows, not that kid from 1931 with her grandson’s sweet blue eyes and a fake mustache.

She even remembers George begging her and Artie to help him get all dolled up for some dance at the last minute and talking all about how he wasn’t going with a date but he was going to meet up with his new friend Marty there.

Not to mention the date on that Bubble Bobble game of his is two years from now.

When you grow up around liars and cheats, you get to be really good at noticing things. 

“So how was he tonight?” George asks again. “Really?”

“Georgie, sweetheart, he was fine,” Sylvia emphasizes. “We had a great time. As for the other stuff… Remember what you were like when you were his age? I sure do. Any time your dad and I got near ya we’d have to promise we weren’t tryin’ to look in your journals. Even if we were just givin’ you a hug!”

They crack a smile at this, George at least having the decency to look sheepish.

“Whatever’s going on with Marty,” she continues, “he’ll tell ya when he’s good and ready. And remember: you’re great parents. He loves you. He’d do anything for you. Just be there for him until then and let him know that you love him too. No matter what.”

Sylvia looks over her shoulder at her sleeping grandson, a fond smile and a mischievous look in her eye.

We got a lot to talk about, kiddo. I’m ready when you are.