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cup1d5bow · 30 days ago

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Warnings!! Oral (F&M receiving) praise. Overstimulation, they fuck in haithams office. Mating press. Reader is wearing a dress for plot sake. Pussy job and no protection (wrap it b4 u tap it pls) creampie. Oh and a bit of a dacryphila kink, if u rlly rlly observe.

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He never thought he was special to you.

You who were always so kind and helpful to everyone.

You who always smiled at him and made butterflies erupt in his stomach.

You who conveniently happened to be the grand sages secretary.

You who was now his (temporary) secretary.

You who was now sucking his dick under his desk.

You were so pretty, those pretty little tears running down your face, drool falling onto his thighs as you fruitlessly try to take all of him in your throat.

God it felt better than he dreamt it would. Truthfully he was looking at you. For so very long he had one hell of a crush, that developed into full blown feelings. That somehow led to him with his fist wrapped around his cock at the thought of you late at night.

He never knew you thought of him like that as well, he never knew all those lingering touches and delicious homemade lunches were special.

I mean how was he supposed to know? You were as sweet as honey to everyone.

And besides he was way too socially awkward to even bring up such a topic.

But when you came to him fidgeting and unable to meet his gaze as you confessed your love to him, he almost cried out of joy.

Now one happy kiss turned to another long and heated one and suddenly you were under his desk, sucking his cock like it was your job.

His hand across his mouth to hold back choked groans and grunts. "(n-name) fuck just like that". He managed to hiss out as you swirl your tongue around his cock head.

Al haitham could feel his orgasm coming as he brought you up from your knees. He brought you into a long kiss tasting himself on your tongue

You yelped as he abruptly lifted you up on his desk and knelt down. You covered your face with your hands as your lover pushed your legs apart, lifting up your dress marveling at your powder pink panties, matching quite well with your pastel pink thigh highs socks.

"Al-haitham you don't have to-"

you gasped as he nibbled on the inside of your thigh creating a dark hickey, effectively shutting you up.

Oh he was such a tease

leaving soft kisses on your covered cunt, the flat of his tongue licking a stripe from your hole to your clit lingering there before blowing air onto your twitchy cunt.

"Al haitham please, stop teasing"

You managed to mumble out with a pout. He chuckled

"Since you asked so nicely" you nearly scoffed at the smug tone he used.

You lifted up your hips as he pulled down your panties, you didn't even notice him stuff it in his pocket

'How cute' he thought watching you squirm and twitch from his intense gaze.

Al haitham groaned against you as his tongue touched your dripping pussy, "so delicious.."

You gasped as he gripped your thighs harder and pulled you closer.

He was messy as he ate you out drool and slick dripping down his chin as he tongue fucked you, fingers coming up to poke and prod at your clenching hole

"Haithaim please-" Al haitham moaned as he inserted a single digit into your warmth.

You were so tight and warm and oh so wet. You whimpered as he pulled his finger in and out of you, slowly adding a second.

You gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching as he hit that on spongy spot in you

You could feel a knot form in your stomach.

"I-im close. Hah! Please more al-haitham please!"

You moaned gripping onto his grey hair to pull him closer to your heat. Gods he was so good.

Removing his finger from your hole he replaced it with his tongue and used his fingers to draw tight circles on your clit. He wanted to taste you when you cum.

You felt weightless as your first orgasm hit you. You would have screamed if you didn't cover your mouth with your hand.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grey haired lover worked you through your first orgasm.

"W-wait al haitham-" Al haitham let out a gutteral moan as your fingers dug into the back of his neck, overstimulating you for his pleasure. Could you blame him though? You were so sweet and dripping. Just. for. Him.

Besides he was just making sure this wasn't a dream.

It wasn't his fault right :(?

You didn't realize how fast your second orgasm was creeping up on until after you let out a silent moan, jaw dropping, your legs shaking as you came all over his mouth, tears falling from your beautiful eyes.

Al haitham's eyes rolled to the back of his head as you came on his tongue once again.

Shit he could definitely get used to this.

"(Name).." Al haitham moaned as he departed from your cunt to lay kisses on your quivering thighs.

He led his way up your body. Pulling the top of your dress down to get easy access to your beautiful breasts. God you were so perfect.

He gently pushed you back onto his desk, discreetly pushing important paperwork and stationary to the floor, all while sucking on your left nipple while pinching the other one.

He nearly whimpered as his aching cock brushes up against your thigh.

You reach down grabbing his heavy cock to align with your pussy, breathing heavily as it brushes against your clit.

Haitham smirked against your nipple as he moved back and forth between your soaked folds, catching onto your clit every time he moved forward.

He was such a tease.

But archons did it feel good.

Back and forth.

He moved slowly, sometimes slipping his tip into your hole just to pull it out again, this continued till you let out a whine.

"Please..." you gave in. "finally" he thought. The grey haired man let out a low chuckle, "please what sweetheart?"

He almost gave in seeing the unshed tears in your lashes, it only made his cock harder. His tip a deep scarlet.

"Please put it in!! Haven't i been a good girl for you?"

That was his breaking point.

He pushed your knees up to your shoulders, the stretch a bit uncomfortable, leaning down to press a kiss onto your pouty lips before sliding into your cunt.

No words could describe how full you were, almost reaching your cervix with how deep he was in you. You didn't know whether to cry in displeasure or moan in relief when he pulled out slowly before thrusting back in harder.

Your hands hooked themselves onto his shoulders, nails digging in leaving bright red marks which only made Al haitham moan louder. You instantly kissed him to shut him up. You didn't need anyone walking in.

Al haitham was good near insatiable, hips snapping into yours at a vigorous speed never slowing down as, skin slapping, mufffled moans and slight creaking from the desk filled the room.

Good lord he didn't know if he could stop. Eventually you had to break the kiss for air and he immediately went down to kiss your neck and licking, sucking and biting. Every time he lifted his head you would see a new purple mark left there.

"Haitham! Im gonna cum...please im cumming...ngh o-oh!" Your vision filled with block splotches, your toes curled and stomach clenched, biting into Al haitham's neck to muffle your scream as you creamed on his cock.

The acting grand sage thought he saw Celestia as he felt your pussy clench impossibly tighter.

He panted heavily, reaching a hand down to press against your stomach.

"Oh (name)...gonna.. fuck.. cumming! Ngh-"

He saw stars as he released white ropes of sticky cum into your abused pussy.

Your breaths were in sync as you both came down from your high.

Al haitham pulled out of you watching his cum leak out of you, his eyes darkening a bit as he watched it.

You were about to call out to him before he flipped your over, hard nipples pressed tightly against the cool desk.

A hand wrapped stiffly around the back of your neck.

"W-what..?" You managed to whimper out against the desk

"Shh sweetheart, be good for me now"

You turned your head to see his face a bit as his hand against your neck loosened its grip a bit, silently asking for permission. You smiled at him and nodded your head.

That was all he needed for him to enter your swollen and cum dripping pussy once again, head thrown back muttering broken apologies as his hips rutted against your ass like an animal in heat.

The pace he set was brutal, never slowing down one bit. That little twinge of pain makes the experience even better.

You swore you heard a choked whimper from Al haitham as you tightened up around him.

Drool and tears made the desk wet.

Al haitham leaned over you to kiss your neck and back, one hand reaching under to start rubbing tight circles on your neglected enlarged clit.

He was gonna cum soon and he was gonna make sure you did too.

Your moans increased in pitch as your knees buckled and the knot forming in your stomach felt weirdly different.

You didn't even have time to warn him as your 4th orgasm washed over you. Your juices squirting onto his thighs dripping down his balls and onto the desk.

Al haitham leaned back and stared in awe as you made a mess everywhere.

His thrusts became jerky and sloppy as he neared his orgasm.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! (N-name)!"

He let out an ungodly moan as he came deep inside your overused cunt. His grip on ur waist bound to leave marks.

You both panted loudly, you let out muffled noises as he pulled out of you slowly before reaching somewhere on the floor for a box of tissue. Wincing as he cleaned you up and best as he could without putting pressure on your sore cunt. Laying kisses on your back and whispering sweet praises of how good you did into your ear.

You pushed yourself off of the desk and turned around slowly Al haitham immediately pulling you into his arms and laying kisses onto your face, you giggling at his actions. You fixed your dress and pulling your now lover into a sweet kiss.

All was calm till you heard a knock at the door. You gasped as you pushed Al haitham away, both of you making yourselves presentable.

You pushed the small paper bin of Al -haithams with the dirty tissues under his desk, before panicking as you realized you couldn't find your panties!

But it was too late as the door opened to see you standing next to Al haithams desk with him sitting down in his chair.

You nervously held onto the bottom of your dress. As Al haitham slyly smirked at your nervousness.

"Al Haitham you absolute idiot you stole my keys again-! Oh hey (name), are we still on for our spa day tomorrow?"

You nodded your head smiling at the blonde. "Yeah of-ofcourse!"

Al haitham cleared his throat before digging in his pocket looking for Kaveh's keys. "Here you take your keys." He threw them at the blonde causing him to panic to catch them. "Now leave."

The dramatic blonde scoffed before glancing at you with sympathy in his eyes, how could you work under such a jerk?

"Bye (name)! I'll see you tomorrow!" You sent a smile back as he left the room.

You let out a sigh of relief before looking around the office for your underwear.

"Hey haitham have you seen my-"

"Panties? Hmm yes quite the pretty pair, i think i'll be keeping them." He said pulling them out his pocket and observing them.

#al haitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #alhaitham smut #al haitham smut #x reader #x chubby reader

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1425fivefive · 3 months ago

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Oohh oscarmark omorashi maybe? 👀 (if you don’t mind! ☺️)

owen 💕!! oscar's a bunny hybrid in this, mark's a wolf hybrid, and there's piss. do with that information what you will (for the kink prompt asks)

Mark doesn’t really hear Oscar when Oscar says he needs to take a piss. Mark’s too distracted by the sight of Oscar on his hands and knees on Mark’s bed, putting his little puffball of a tail on display, perched right above his slick, pink hole, his flushed cunt.

Sometimes, when Mark looks at Oscar like this, his blushy skin, his ears floppy, the plump meat of his arse, Mark feels like nothing more than a shit cliché. The big bad wolf lusting after a nineteen-year-old bunny, too turned on to think every time he sees Oscar’s floppy ears, the baby fat on Oscar’s thighs and stomach, Oscar’s buck-toothed smile.

Mark can’t forget the unimpressed look Seb gave him when Mark told him he was becoming Oscar’s manager.

“Really, Mark?” Seb asked.

Mark flushed. “What? He’s fast.”

Seb just snorted, shaking his head. Seb didn’t have to say anything for Mark to know exactly what he was thinking.

“Shut up,” Mark snapped.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” Mark said, not even trying to hide his annoyance. “He’s a good kid, Seb.”

Seb blinked at him. Finally, Seb said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Oh, I bet he is.”

Mark wanted to throttle Seb, wanted to slap the pleased little smirk off Seb’s face.

But Mark didn’t do any of that, just muttered, “Fuck off,” and stalked off to the press pen, trying to ignore the sound of Seb’s mocking laugh.

The worst part about it all, Mark thinks, is that Seb was fucking right.

Mark had told everyone at the time that it didn’t matter that Oscar was a bunny hybrid and Mark was a wolf. That all that talk about predators and prey not being able to work together was outdated bullshit. Mark was a progressive bloke, he didn’t think prey were any different than predators.

But Mark knew from the start what he wanted out of Oscar, even if he didn’t let himself fully acknowledge it. That the reason he’d pushed so hard to sign Oscar wasn’t solely because he thought Oscar was going to take F1 by storm.

Mark had been good, though. He’d been so fucking good, hadn’t done anything until Oscar had gone into a surprise heat halfway through the season and wouldn’t calm down, wouldn’t stop begging and crying, moaning about how empty he felt, how much it hurt. Mark knotted him, fucked him through his heat, made Oscar fall apart over and over again on his cock, twitchy and blushy, letting out little squeaks of pleasure. It was like Oscar couldn’t stop coming once he started, like it was harder for him not to come, and it made Mark insane, realizing all the shit they said about bunnies was actually true.

But it was for Oscar, really. It was Oscar who needed it.

Mark knows, though, that the rest of it’s a bit harder to pin on Oscar.

Mark tries not to think about any of it as he knees his way onto the bed. It’s not hard to shove it all to one side, not when Mark’s already half-knotted, his cock thick and heavy, bobbing under its own weight.

Oscar gasps when Mark pushes into his cunt, ears pointing straight up, tail quivering, hands digging into the sheets.

“Fuck, Oscar,” Mark moans, tugging Oscar back on his cock, marveling at the sight of Oscar’s little arsehole winking up at him. “So wet.”

Oscar squeals at that, clenching around Mark’s cock. Oscar finally seems to cotton on to the fact that Mark’s half-knotted because he twists around with a panicked look on his face.

“Mark, don’t, I—fuck.” Oscar’s nose and ears twitch, everything about him frantic. “Don’t knot,” he begs, even as he fucks himself back on Mark’s cock, taking Mark deeper, Mark’s knot swelling inside him. “Don’t knot, please, I have to piss.”

Mark groans, his knot already starting to lock. “Too late for that, sweetheart,” Mark says, half-pitying, half-mocking.

Oscar’s eyes go wide and he lets out an alarmed squeak, tugging fruitlessly to try and free himself.

It hurts, painful around Mark’s swollen cock, and Oscar’s going to injure them both if he keeps that up. Mark yanks Oscar back, seating him fully on Mark’s knot. Oscar fights him but Mark winds an arm around Oscar’s chest, pulling him up, pulling him back until his thighs are spread over Mark’s, back pressed to Mark’s chest, hands scrabbling uselessly at the air.

“That’s it,” Mark says, grinding his knot deeper, burying himself in Oscar’s sweet cunt. “That’s it, good boy.”

“No,” Oscar gasps, even as his slick soaks Mark’s cock, even as his pussy flutters around Mark, even as he comes with a squeal when Mark presses two fingers to his clit, ears vibrating, nose twitching, pink mouth dropping open.

“That’s it,” Mark groans, coming deep inside Oscar, locking them fully together, knot expanding. He keeps his fingers pressed against Oscar’s clit, rubbing firmly even as Oscar tries to squirm away. “Come again, sweetheart, you’ll feel better.”

Oscar lets out an anguished sob but he tips his head back and buries his face against Mark’s neck, coming again with a breathy moan.

“Good boy,” Mark pants, eyes sliding shut as he spills a little more inside Oscar.

Oscar’s quiet for a few seconds and Mark thinks maybe the orgasms have calmed Oscar down. But he’s squirming again soon enough, whining and whimpering against Mark’s neck, letting out tragic little squeaks of pain.

Mark tries to soothe him, strokes his hands over Oscar’s waist, Oscar’s stomach, presses kisses to Oscar’s shoulder, keeping his sharp teeth safely tucked behind his lips. He brings Oscar to two more orgasms but nothing seems to settle him and soon enough he’s sobbing into Mark’s neck, gasping, desperate cries.

“It’s okay,” Mark murmurs. “Just fifteen more minutes and you can go.”

Oscar cries harder, shaking his head, and sobs, “I can’t, Mark. Can’t hold it.”

Mark wants to shake Oscar, wants to tell him to channel some of the self-control he shows in the car. But Mark can’t deny that he sort of likes seeing Oscar like this, whimpery and desperate, totally unable to hide what he’s feeling. It’s why sex with Oscar’s so fucking addicting, why Mark couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Oscar, notoriously hard to read Oscar, can’t hide a single thing when he’s naked in Mark’s bed.

“Please,” Oscar whimpers, squirming on Mark’s cock. “Hurts.”

“You’re gonna have to,” Mark says shortly. “Can’t exactly make this go any faster.”

Oscar lets out a devastated moan, thighs tensing, cunt throbbing around Mark’s cock.

“Let me make you come again,” Mark says, sliding his hand down Oscar’s stomach.

But Oscar whines and twitches away from Mark’s fingers, shaking his head rapidly. “Don’t,” Oscar says wetly, sniveling against Mark’s neck. “I can’t—might piss myself if you make me come,” Oscar whimpers.

Mark doesn’t know why Oscar saying that in his tragic little voice makes Mark’s knot pulse. Mark’s not sure if he really wants to know why having Oscar on his cock, squirming and desperate, turns him on so much. Feels like giving in to his predator brain, acknowledging how much he likes having a little bunny shaking in his arms, trapped on his cock. Feels like conceding that Seb was fucking right.

“You can go if you really need it,” Mark says finally. “I can buy a new mattress.” He licks over Oscar’s neck, inhales the sweet scent of Oscar’s slick still dripping around his cock. “Maybe you can pay me back with that new salary I negotiated for you. A little thank you.”

But Oscar’s already shaking his head. “No, I”—he takes a shaky, trembling breath—“I can hold it.”

After another five minutes, though, Oscar’s crying again, pussy fluttering around Mark’s cock, and Oscar’s hunching in on himself, gasping for air. With all the squirming, Mark’s knot isn’t going down nearly as fast as it usually does.

“Jesus Christ,” Mark grits out. “Just fucking piss already.”

Oscar lets out a pained whimper, but Mark can feel Oscar’s cunt starting to relax, can tell that Oscar’s finally going to let go.

“That’s it,” Mark murmurs, bringing a hand up to Oscar’s neck, not tightening, just letting it rest. “That’s it, boy, let go.”

Oscar relaxes fully and Mark watches his face go slack with the promise of relief.

But after only a few seconds Oscar lets out a devastated cry, turning to Mark with a panicked expression. “I can’t,” Oscar sobs, hand flying down to cup his cunt, fingers brushing Mark’s cock. “Fuck, Mark, it’s—your knot.”

Mark groans, tipping his head against Oscar’s shoulder. The idea of it, of Mark’s swollen knot filling Oscar so completely, so hot and huge inside him that Oscar can’t even piss—

Mark’s knot swells and Oscar cries out, frantic. “Mark, don’t, please—”

But Mark’s helpless to do anything other than graze his sharp teeth over Oscar’s shoulder, hands gripping Oscar’s thick neck, grinding deep into Oscar, pressing right against his full bladder.

“Mark,” Oscar sobs. “Hurts, please, fuck, don’t—”

Mark comes again inside Oscar with a groan, filling him up, watching Oscar’s soft belly swell with Mark’s come. Oscar’s so fucking full, ripe and sweet and swollen, and Mark wants to eat him, fuck him, breed him.

“Good bunny,” Mark pants, licking and sucking at Oscar’s neck. “Good fucking bunny.”

Oscar sobs on Mark’s cock, ears drooping to cover his eyes, body trembling in Mark’s hold.

“Please,” Oscar pleads, voice weak like he knows there’s nothing either of them can do, like he knows it’s pointless. “Please, hurts so bad.”

Mark lets Oscar cry and squirm, desperately trying not to knot Oscar again.

Finally, Mark’s knot starts to deflate.

“Oh,” Oscar gasps. “Oh, fuck, I—” Liquid floods the bed, and Mark realizes Oscar’s pissing himself as Mark’s knot goes down, Oscar letting out relieved, breathless sobs, face a bright, humiliated red.

“Good boy,” Mark murmurs. He expected to find it gross but instead it’s mind-meltingly hot, watching Oscar so desperate for it that he can’t control himself, wetting himself in front of Mark, his tail twitching frantically where it’s squished against Mark’s stomach.

“That’s it,” Mark breathes, and he presses his hand against Oscar’s lower belly, pushing gently, helping Oscar piss himself. “That’s it, Oscar, let go.”

Oscar gasps, shudders, more wetness soaking the bed as Mark presses down. He’s letting out heaving, ashamed sobs, but he’s whimpering something, and when Mark listens he realizes Oscar’s fucking thanking him.

“Christ,” Mark moans. “Jesus, Oscar, that’s—” Mark’s cock finally slips out of Oscar’s cunt, but Mark shoves two fingers inside of Oscar’s sopping pussy, keeping Oscar full. The heel of Mark’s palm ends up pressed against Oscar’s clit, everything wet with come and slick and piss. But Oscar tucks his face against Mark’s neck and starts grinding his pussy against Mark’s hand, chasing his orgasm, even as he’s soaking wet, disgusting, a mess.

Mark doesn’t give a fuck, can’t think of anything other than making Oscar come again, feeling Oscar fall apart on his fingers.

Oscar does moments later, shuddering and shaking.

“Good boy,” Mark murmurs, because it’s true. Because Mark wasn’t lying when he told Seb Oscar’s a good kid. He’s good, Mark thinks. He’s so fucking good.

#oscarmark #oscmark #kink prompts #i actually have no excuse for this one #piss tag

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silverskye13 · 2 months ago

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“I’m sorry-- you? Queasy?”

“I don't do hand wounds,” Helsknight said stiffly, and Tanguish wondered if just the thought was turning his stomach. “I don't know why I just… it's my thing. Everyone has a… thing. Martyn gets twitchy about hammers, Red doesn’t let things around his neck, EB hates water on his circuits and I don't do hand wounds.”

“Oh, so you mean you have a glaring weakness?”

Helsknight clenched and unclenched his fist, flashing his gauntlets in Tanguish’s direction.

“You call this a glaring weakness?”

“I might call it compensating for something.”

“I'll compensate your face with them, if you like,” Helsknight smiled pleasantly, and Tanguish had to marvel at his restraint. His low growl only bled through on the last few words.

#rns spoilers #chapter 51 #redstone and skulk #ive been having so much fun with their dialogue you have no idea #besties <3

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softshuji · 4 months ago

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Sitting with hanma and having his hands in your lap while you watch TV or do something mundane together and he's talking but you're only half listening. Instead you're turning his hands over in yours, twisting his wedding ring, lightly touching it, marvelling over how nice it looks on him, how well it fits, how much it makes him yours and he notices you're not listening really.

"what's gotten your attention sweetheart?" And he looks down to see you staring intently at the gold ring on his finger.

"mhmm nothing just thinking about how you're my husband." And it stirs such warmth in your belly that he doesn't take it off, that he wears it with such pride.

"I am. And you're my wife."

"mhm I am. Your wife."

"And I'm your husband."

You giggle and kiss his hands.

But he knows and he can see you getting twitchy and restless and warm and embarrassed and soft when you're turning his hands over, staring at your ring and his and remembering you're his as much as he is yours.

#pls plspsdjbvdbcuducbudc #let me marry him I'd be sjch. good wife i promise I can't take this anymore i swear #you don't understand fffjfjfjjs #SEEING the WEDDING Ring on his finger when i am his wife would send ne straight #God. help.#tokyo revengers #hanma shuji

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aliveandfullofjoy · 3 months ago

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Yet again, it’s time to indulge in one of my favorite new year traditions: my ten favorite new-to-me films of 2024!

Every one of these movies got under my skin in one way or another and made this difficult year that much brighter. If you like, consider this a strong endorsement for each of them.

Same rules as always: no movies from this past year (2024) or the year prior (2023). Every other year is fair game.

01. Close-Up (dir. Abbas Kiarostami, 1990; Iran; 98 min.)

"Tell him The Cyclist is a part of me."

Every now and then, you watch a film for the first time that knocks you sideways, that reminds you of the power and beauty in cinema, that lives up to every expectation you had for it, that works its way into your bloodstream to take up permanent residence as a part of you.

That was my experience finally watching Abbas Kiarostami's Close-Up. While retaining his empathetic gaze, Kiarostami uses a real-life incident to crack open the very ideas of performance, escapism, identity, truth, and storytelling. Is it a love letter to cinema or a condemnation of its ability to distance people from reality? Is it both?

That this film exists at all is a miracle. Hossain Sabzian's performance (as himself) is miraculous in itself, too. There is simply nothing like Close-Up, and I am so grateful to have experienced it. I can't wait to revisit it for years to come.

Currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

02. Paris, Texas (dir. Wim Wenders, 1984; West Germany/France; 147 min.)

"I wanted to see him so bad I didn't even dare imagine him anymore."

I mean this in the best way possible: Paris, Texas was not what I expected it to be at all. For years, I've heard it spoken of with reverence, and I've seen shots from it, and I generally knew the premise, but I didn't expect a film that was as nakedly emotional as this. Paris, Texas ripped my heart out over and over and over again, and I was grateful for it every time.

Everything about it is superb: Robby Müller's cinematography, creating poetry out of the neon-soaked desert; Ry Cooder's haunting guitar; Sam Shepard's enormously moving screenplay; Wenders' patient and precise direction. And then there are the performances! I waxed poetic about Harry Dean Stanton's performance yesterday in this post, but in short: it's a landmark performance. Nearly equally impressive, and with less screentime, is Nastassja Kinski, the key to the film's mystery.

This is an exquisite piece of work. What begins as an almost unbearably lonely film grows into one of bittersweet reconciliation, of healing. I'll be thinking about Travis and Hunter walking together on opposite sides of the street for a long, long time.

Currently streaming on the Criterion Channel and HBO Max.

03. Barton Fink (dir. Joel Coen and Ethan Coen, 1991; USA; 116 mins.)

"I tried to show you something beautiful."

I know I'm late to the party here (isn't that what these lists are all about?), but my God, what a major work. Barton Fink is every bit as dense and as literate as No Country for Old Men and as gripping and darkly hilarious as Fargo. John Turturro's performance is the perfect anchor, a twitchy live-wire with dueling inferiority and superiority complexes falling headfirst into a nightmare. He's matched (haunted?) perfectly by John Goodman, giving one of his best performances, using his folksy charm and twinkling eyes to terrifying effect.

Again, though, the film is primarily an incredible achievement because of the Coens. Between their writing and directing, Barton Fink pulls at so many threads and juggles a number of conflicting tones to create a singularly hellish vision of Hollywood and an entertainment industry caught between World War II and the rise of McCarthyism. It's a marvel. I can't wait to watch it again and again.

Currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

04. Hoop Dreams (dir. Steve James, 1994; USA; 171 min.)

"That's why when somebody say, 'When you get to the NBA, don't forget about me,' and that stuff. Well, I should've said to them, 'If I don't make it, don't you forget about me.'"

Hoop Dreams is every bit as monumental as its reputation suggests, both a masterpiece of non-fiction filmmaking and the blueprint for the next thirty years of documentaries. The editing work alone here is unbelievable, with the film starting life as a 30-minute PBS short and growing into a three-hour-long epic.

The triumph of Hoop Dreams is a reminder that documentary filmmaking is an act of sculpture. Director Steve James collected 250 hours of footage over five years of shooting, which he and his Oscar-nominated team of editors, Frederick Marx and William Haugse, whittled down to a single, thrilling experience. The film is long, but not without reason. By the end, you feel like you've lived William Gates' and Arthur Agee's high school years with them.

Currently streaming on the Criterion Channel and HBO Max.

05. Out of Sight (dir. Steven Soderbergh, 1998; USA; 123 min.)

"It's like seeing someone for the first time, like you can be passing on the street, and you look at each other for a few seconds, and there's this kind of a recognition like you both know something. Next moment the person's gone, and it's too late to do anything about it. And you always remember it because it was there, and you let it go, and you think to yourself, 'What if I had stopped? What if I had said something?' What if, what if... it may only happen a few times in your life." "Or once." "Or once."

Call it a crime thriller, call it a neo-noir, call it a rom-com, call it whatever you like: Out of Sight is all of them, and it's extraordinarily good at being all of them at the same time. Every aspect of the film is perfectly realized: Steven Soderbergh's impeccable command over tone and genre; Scott Frank's charming, intelligent, complicated screenplay; the unstoppable movie star charisma of George Clooney and Jennifer Lopez. Everything that makes Clooney such a compelling actor is on full display here, and I'm not sure he's ever been better. Same goes for Lopez: she hasn't gotten nearly the respect she deserves for being such a remarkable screen presence, even in movies that don't deserve her, but she's luminous in this.

And, my God, Anne V. Coates' editing -- the brilliant story structure feels like it might fall apart at the seams if she hadn't held it together. Between a legend in the editing room and a legend in the making in the director's chair, Out of Sight seems to come together effortlessly. It's as graceful and entertaining a film as you'll ever see. I loved everything about it.

Currently available to rent on demand.

06. Punch-Drunk Love (dir. Paul Thomas Anderson, 2002; USA; 95 min.)

"It really looks like Hawaii here."

This one really is magical, huh? Between the cinematography (Robert Elswit, a legend) and the music (Jon Brion, a legend) to the beautifully funny script by director Paul Thomas Anderson, just about every individual aspect of the film sings. This is true, too, for the performances -- Emily Watson is always so lovely, and Luis Guzmán should probably be in every PTA film ever made, but especially Adam Sandler (who, Uncut Gems be damned, has never, ever been better), and Philip Seymour Hoffman, who makes a three-course meal out of minimal screen time.

I feel like I've seen or catastrophized the worst possible version of a movie like this so many times -- an off-kilter indie love story between two #weirdos, the kind of thing that aimed to replicate this film or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind -- but the experience of actually seeing Punch-Drunk Love knocked me out. It's just so funny and romantic and sad and sweet and winning. It's a thing of real beauty.

Currently available to rent on demand.

07. Female Trouble (dir. John Waters, 1974; USA; 97 min.)

"This is so exciting! Just think of all the little horror stories that go on in other people's lives!"

What a terrific vehicle for Divine. What a brilliant continuation of the Dreamlanders' work. I certainly appreciated Pink Flamingos, even if it made me genuinely sick, and I understand why it's still seen as Waters' masterpiece, but to me, Female Trouble almost feels like a more complete, more precise, and more vicious variation of the earlier film. As a hit job on the sensibilities of good taste, its aim is deadly.

The film's look and sound is more polished and impressive than in Pink Flamingos, too, particularly Van Smith's astonishing costumes, Vincent Peranio's production design, and the horribly catchy theme song. The whole film feels like a fever dream, and it would be very easy to imagine this as a straight-up horror movie if there wasn't such a relentlessly funny rebellious spirit to it. Even still, the final act is genuinely disturbing. "Who wants to die for art?"

It's horrible. It's wonderful. It's kind of a masterpiece in its own sick way.

Currently streaming on the Criterion Channel.

08. Memories of Murder (dir. Bong Joon-ho, 2003; South Korea; 131 min.)

"What did he look like?" "Well... kind of plain." "In what way?" "Just... ordinary."

At the risk of saying something extremely obvious, Bong Joon-ho is a really great director, huh? Purely looking at how he manages to make Memories of Murder -- one bleak, bleak, bleak film -- both extremely funny and extremely upsetting and, in multiple sequences, genuinely frightening, it's clear that Bong is a generational talent.

The cast is stacked (of course) -- Song Kang-ho holds the whole thing together beautifully, lending the final shot its gravitas, but he's flanked by the likes of Kim Sang-kyung, Kim Roi-ha, Byun Hee-bong, and, most memorably, the chilling Park Hae-il.

It's just kind of a knockout on all levels, from that gorgeous golden hour cinematography at the beginning giving way to the muted grays of the procedural to the way Bong milks an overwhelming sense of dread out of something as mundane as a rainstorm.

Currently available to rent on demand.

09. The Long Goodbye (dir. Robert Altman, 1973; USA; 112 min.)

"It's okay with me."

A neo-noir crime thriller with the vibes of a 70s hangout movie, The Long Goodbye is everything you could ever want from a Robert Altman/Philip Marlowe movie: grimy, rambling, uncomfortable, and very funny in its own bone-dry way. The soundtrack consisting of just one song? Inspired.

Elliott Gould is the perfect center for the film, giving a wonderfully relaxed, effortlessly cool performance. Altman's naturalistic conversation style mixes beautifully with the genre's stylized dialogue (and every other character tells Gould how cute he is, and you know what? It's true!). Also, it's got one of the great movie cats.

I'm positive I missed some of the inner workings of it, but it washed over me like a wave at the beach, and I loved every bit of it.

Currently available to rent on demand.

10. Crooklyn (dir. Spike Lee, 1994; USA; 114 min.)

"Ladybug, you turned out pretty good considering you were raised in a house full of ashy, rusty-butt boys."

Maybe it's just how inundated we currently are with this subgenre -- Esteemed Filmmaker Reflects On Their Childhood, à la Belfast and The Fabelmans and Roma -- but I can't help but feel like Crooklyn would become something of an awards darling in 2024. Like the best of the subgenre's newer films, Spike Lee's look back isn't really about him. He's definitely there (or at least a spectacled Knicks-loving stand-in is), but Crooklyn is primarily about growing up from the perspective of his sister Joie -- or rather, her stand-in Troy.

It's also more generally about the dynamics of the family and, by extension, their neighborhood. In both regards -- as a portrait of Black girlhood in the early '70s and as a memory piece of a family on the precipice of a major turning point -- the film is a triumph. The cast is tremendous, from the parents played by Alfre Woodard and Delroy Lindo, to the miraculously well-cast group of kids. Their chemistry together is magical (and my God, they are all so cute -- the scene of them singing along to the Partridge Family is instantly iconic to me).

There are so many well-observed slice-of-life moments in the film: all of the scenes of the family spending time together, RuPaul(!) in the bodega, Aunt Song (a very good Frances Foster) singing Christian songs while Troy stares at her. And, because it's a Spike Lee joint, Crooklyn is a stylistic and technical achievement. It has one of the most audacious aspect ratio changes I've ever seen (and honestly, I'm not sure if it's successful, but I admire the swing!), plus one of the funniest uses of the floating dolly shot in any of Lee's movies.

A supremely lovely film.

Currently available to rent on demand.

Other films I loved (in alphabetical order): After Hours (dir. Martin Scorsese, 1985); Aguirre, the Wrath of God (dir. Werner Herzog, 1972); An Autumn Afternoon (dir. Yasujirō Ozu, 1962); The Bad News Bears (dir. Michael Ritchie, 1976); Baseball (dir. Ken Burns, 1994); Big Trouble in Little China (dir. John Carpenter, 1986); Blue Velvet (dir. David Lynch, 1986); Burn After Reading (dir. Joel Coen and Ethan Coen, 2008); The Cassandra Cat (dir. Vojtěch Jasný, 1963); Eyes Wide Shut (dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1999); Green Porno (dir. Isabella Rossellini, 2008); Heaven Can Wait (dir. Warren Beatty and Buck Henry, 1978); High Hopes (dir. Mike Leigh, 1988); History is Made at Night (dir. Frank Borzage, 1937); The Hunt for Red October (dir. John McTiernan, 1990); I've Heard the Mermaids Singing (dir. Patricia Rozema, 1987); The Insider (dir. Michael Mann, 1999); It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (dir. Stanley Kramer, 1963); Joy Street (dir. Suzan Pitt, 1995); La Haine (dir. Mathieu Kassovitz, 1995); La Roue (dir. Abel Gance, 1923); Leave Her to Heaven (dir. John M. Stahl, 1945); Love Letter (dir. Kinuyo Tanaka, 1953); Marnie (dir. Alfred Hitchcock, 1964); The Match Factory Girl (dir. Aki Kaurismäki, 1990); Miller's Crossing (dir. Joel Coen and Ethan Coen, 1990); Morning for the Osone Family (dir. Keisuke Kinoshita, 1946); Oslo, August 31st (dir. Joachim Trier, 2011); Querelle (dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1982); Robert Frost: A Lover's Quarrel with the World (dir. Shirley Clarke, 1963); RoboCop (dir. Paul Verhoeven, 1987); The Salesman (dir. Asghar Farhadi, 2016); Seconds (dir. John Frankenheimer, 1966); The Shop on Main Street (dir. Ján Kadár and Elmar Klos, 1965); Simon of the Desert (dir. Luis Buñuel, 1965); Spellbound (dir. Alfred Hitchcock, 1945); The Thing (dir. John Carpenter, 1982); Tokyo Godfathers (dir. Satoshi Kon, 2003); Tokyo Olympiad (dir. Kon Ichikawa, 1965); Twister (dir. Jan de Bont, 1996); The Unknown (dir. Tod Browning, 1927); Walking (dir. Ryan Larkin, 1968); When a Woman Ascends the Stairs (dir. Mikio Naruse, 1960); Wooden Crosses (dir. Raymond Bernard, 1932)

And finally, some miscellaneous viewing stats:

First movie watched in 2024: The Cassandra Cat (dir. Vojtěch Jasný, 1963)

First movie seen in theaters in 2024: I Know Where I'm Going! (dir. Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, 1945)

Final movie watched in 2024: Asteroid City (dir. Wes Anderson, 2023)

Final movie seen in theaters in 2024: Interstellar (dir. Christopher Nolan, 2014)

Least favorite movie: Viva Zapata! (dir. Elia Kazan, 1952)

Oldest movie: How a Mosquito Operates (dir. Winsor McCay, 1912)

Longest movie: La Roue (dir. Abel Gance, 1923 - 413 min.)

Shortest movie: Stellar (dir. Stan Brakhage, 1993 - 2 min.)

Month with the most viewings: February (54)

Month with the fewest viewings: October and November (7 each)

First movie from 2024 seen: Drive-Away Dolls (dir. Ethan Coen)

Total movies seen in theaters: 30 (including shorts)

Total movies: 246

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You Can Lose Sight of It All

Nico turns his face into Will's shoulder. "I don't want you to come," he wants to say. But even as the words form in his mouth, he realizes they're not true.

“I want you to come. And I hate that I want you to come,” he whispers.

___

Nico has a bit of a crisis about Will coming along to Tartarus, pre-TSATS. Re-posting here because I don't think I shared to Tumblr when I wrote this.

____

Will walks Nico back to his cabin that night the same as always, leaning in to kiss him at the foot of the stairs.

“Did you want me to… I can stay, if you want?” Will asks shyly.

They've been doing this more often than not lately, the two of them curled together in Nico’s bed, slowly falling into sleep together, waking hand in hand, or with Nico’s head pillowed on Will’s chest. Warm. Safe. And it’s good. It’s the best Nico can ever remember sleeping, but…

“Um. Maybe not tonight. I’m really tired,” Nico says, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible, not wanting the other boy to feel rejected. He's painfully aware that he’s given a similar excuse several times this week.

He’s never been quite so close to someone else or someone else’s feelings before, never had to weigh his actions so carefully, worry about their impact. But that’s good, too. He feels close, connected. Cared for.

Will smiles. “Okay.”

Will’s just as careful, Nico knows, trying not to make Nico feel bad for needing a little space now and then. Trying not to push too hard. Will squeezes Nico’s hand. He leans back in to press his lips to Nico’s forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nico watches the other boy until he arrives at the Apollo cabin. Will turns and waves before closing the door behind him.

Nico enters his own cabin, toeing off his shoes and dropping to his bed immediately. He is tired. But in the sudden absence of Will’s sunny energy, the other feelings seep in too, washing over him like a wave now that he’s alone. He feels guilty. Heavy. Will’s words to Apollo keep coming back, even louder in this quiet space.

We’ll go together.

And it felt good hearing them. He loves that Will wants to be with him, marvels at the way Will automatically assumes each of Nico’s battles belongs to the two of them now. He craves Will’s company and his energy and his warmth. But how can he, in good conscience, let Will come with him? Or more importantly, how is he going to convince him not to?

Nico gazes into the darkness of his cabin. He thinks of Will, strong and sunny and whole. Who could blame Nico for wanting him to stay that way?

He thinks of himself: sharp edges, broken, cobbled together. He feels more whole now than he has in years, but it seems precarious, especially lately. As if he could crumble to pieces at any moment, maybe even worse than before, now that he’s begun to let his guard down.

It’s been three nights now since Will’s slept over. And Nico doesn’t want the distance, doesn’t want to wake up alone and uncuddled… he doesn’t really want those things ever again, if he’s being completely honest. But it feels more and more dangerous lately, allowing himself Will’s comfort. Will’s become his anchor, his rock. But shouldn’t he be able to manage on his own?

The memories of his mother, Bianca... Jason. Everyone he’s lost, everything he might have done to keep from losing them, every way it might be his fault… it’s all come back with a vengeance the last few weeks, torturing him in dreams and stubbornly lingering throughout the day, dragging him down, sapping his strength. And more recently the dreams are of Will, too. Will, pale and lifeless. Will, ripped away from him, lost in the void.

Nico’s been keeping these nightmares to himself, hoping the memories will fade into the background again, but it's been making him short-tempered and irritable. Fragile. As much as he’s been trying, he thinks he's probably not doing a great job of hiding it.

Twenty minutes later Nico’s still exhausted, but now he’s twitchy and antsy and still so heavy. He pulls his shoes back on, carefully checking for onlookers as he opens his door and walks out into the cool night.

___

The walking keeps the voices away, but hours later, Nico’s beyond exhausted, not to mention cold and mosquito-bitten. He drags himself back to his cabin just as a faint light touches the horizon, hoping that at least in his weariness he’ll be able to keep his sleep to himself.

It works for a while. Will and Kayla arrive to wake him only a few hours later. Nico pretends not to notice their matching looks of concern when he arrives at his cabin door, likely looking more tired than he did when he went to bed last night. He manages to wave them off for the time being, telling them he needs to shower and he’ll meet them at breakfast.

And now, in the daylight, he allows himself to think - maybe it will be okay. Maybe they can do this. He’s been through Tartarus before, after all. He was younger then, and completely unprepared. He’s stronger now, smarter. Will is too. Why couldn’t they do this together? After all, Percy and Annabeth managed it.

But the spark of hope dims too soon. There’s Will across the dining pavilion, looking so bright and alive, the sun catching the gold in his hair, and Nico’s back to square one.

He can’t allow Will to do this. There’s just no way. He’s gotten too comfortable over the last year, allowing others in - especially Will, but so many others at camp too. He suddenly realizes it’s a trap. He feels a painful twist of nausea.

“Hey sunshine,” Will grins, bumping their shoulders together as Nico sits down. Will can’t help the way his gaze darts to Nico’s plate, the way his face falls, just a little. Will quickly pretends he didn’t look, and Nico pretends not to notice.

Normally Nico doesn't mind the gentle chiding to eat more, to take better care of himself. It's helped, honestly. He's managed to get his weight up to a number that Will deems acceptable (he'd informed Nico, with a brilliant, fond smile). Nico has more energy. He finds, to his surprise, that he can recover more quickly when he's tired or injured.

But he's also been a wreck lately, his stomach in knots, and he's snapped at Will twice this week in response to Will teasingly adding more food to his plate. The last year has brought Nico so much further towards being happier, healthier, more settled. Now he feels as if it's slipping away to nothing.

Will drops a reassuring arm around Nico’s shoulders, leaning in for a quick kiss. Nico’s stomach lurches, pleasantly this time. Always, even after months of such kisses and touches. Will tastes like maple syrup and sunshine and he’s so warm where they’re pressed together. Surely they don’t have to talk about Tartarus right now, anyway.

They don’t. There’s a game of capture the flag happening later, and the Apollo kids are deep in discussion about tactics. Nico lets himself be lulled by the familiar voices discussing familiar, smaller problems. He doesn’t contribute much, instead making an attempt to eat some of his meal - as much as Will’s pretending not to pay attention, Nico thinks he might be one of the least stealthy people Nico’s ever met. He'd tease Will about it if he had the energy. Nico leans into the other boy and lets Will’s warmth wash over him. Will pulls him in tighter.

Peace, at least for a moment. ___

Nico’s been perched in the branches of a sturdy oak with Harley for the better part of an hour, and it’s starting to wear on him. They’re supposed to be spying on the other team - quietly - but this kid cannot seem to shut up. Normally Nico can find it in himself to be patient with the younger boy, but today the constant chatter is grating on Nico’s nerves, and that makes him feel like shit too. He just can’t seem to get a handle on his mood.

“Shh,” Nico says suddenly, grabbing Harley’s arm.

There’s a scrambling in the underbrush below and sure enough, several of the other campers are trying to breach their defenses. It’s exactly what Nico’s been waiting for, and he closes his eyes, concentrating on extending his mind into the earth below them, running down the roots of the tree they’re sitting in, deeper, deeper.

It works. Half a dozen skeleton warriors emerge from the ground just as the Demeter and Athena campers emerge from the trees.

It’s over in an instant, and soon Nico and Harley are dropping back to the ground and trading high-fives with the Apollo campers. And for a moment Nico spirits lift and he appreciates how nice it is to be doing something normal. No voices, no visions, just dumb camp stuff. But then -

“Hey, where’s Will?” Austin asks. He turns to Nico. “I thought he was with you.”

It’s nothing, Nico knows it’s probably nothing, but it’s like a stone drops into the pit of his stomach.

“No,” he shakes his head. “He wasn’t with us.”

He can already feel his pulse pounding in his throat.

Will. Your fault.

No.

Get it together, di Angelo.

Nico presses the feeling down, trying to keep his voice steady. “He was with Jake. Last I saw them, they were heading east towards the oak grove.”

No one panics, but the mood shifts tangibly to less celebratory and more urgent as the group makes their way through the forest. Nico has to force himself not to sprint.

“Jake! Will!” Kayla yells, over and over as they make their way through the trees. Her volume sometimes grates on Nico, but he’s grateful for it in this moment, and he follows close behind her, heart in his throat.

“Over here!” a voice calls in response, finally, and the group turns in unison. Sure enough, there’s a flash of bright orange in amongst the greens and browns of the forest, just barely visible in the faded colours of twilight.

Austin gets there first, and Nico hears him curse. His blood runs cold. He and the rest of the group come upon the clearing a second later.

“Shit,” Nico breathes.

“Harpies,” Jake says, sounding out of breath. “I’m fine - I think Will is too. But he hit his head.”

Jake’s got a scrape across his face and a couple of deeper ones on his arm, blood dripping down his wrist. And then there’s Will on the ground, unconscious and looking deathly pale. Nico’s stomach twists. There’s blood, too. Nico can’t bear to look closely enough to see where it’s coming from. His chest feels too tight.

Coward.

And Nico should do something, right? But he’s frozen, useless. The best he can do is try to swallow down the bile rising in his throat and move out of the way so the other Apollo campers can crowd closer to help.

Nico finds himself standing next to Jake, who’s being expertly bandaged by Austin while Kayla assesses Will’s condition.

“He’s okay, Nico,” Jake murmurs, maybe taking in Nico’s expression. “The cuts aren’t that deep. But when we were running back to base he tripped over some roots. That’s when he knocked himself out.”

Nico nods mutely, watching. Sure enough, it’s only a moment before Will’s eyes flutter open. He tries to sit up, but Kayla presses him back down.

“Just hold still until I get you bandaged up, you klutz,” she mutters.

Nico should go to him. Everyone will expect him to go, right? Will will expect him to go. But he just can't breathe, and instead he finds himself taking a shaky step backwards, then another, finally turning and running into the woods, into the shadows.

___

Will jogs up the steps of the Hades cabin feeling anxious. He tries to shake it off. Sure, Nico's been stressed out lately, but they're still fine, right? It's going to be fine. Hearing random voices would put anyone on edge. Will tries, yet again, to convince himself that it doesn’t mean anything, that Nico disappeared after capture the flag last night. That it’s fine that he didn’t stop by the infirmary while Will was recovering. That it's not a big deal that Nico missed breakfast this morning.

He knocks on Nico’s door, trying for a positive, upbeat demeanor.

The door opens, and Nico returns his gaze for barely a second. Will’s heart sinks.

Nico doesn’t say a word, merely leaving the door open and crossing the room to collapse onto his bed. Will can't see his boyfriend's face now, but from the brief glimpse he had in the dim light of the cabin, Nico looked awful. Tired and drawn. Nico’s worked so hard - with Will’s insistence and encouragement - to get his weight up over the last year, and Will's terrified the other boy's losing every hard-earned pound of it now. But that seems to be just one more thing he’s not allowed to mention.

"Um. Can I come in?" Will hovers uncertainly in the doorway, finally entering and closing the door behind him when Nico doesn't respond. It's really dark in here with the door closed and all the blinds drawn, especially as Will’s eyes try to adjust from the bright light outside.

“You, um." Will clears his throat. "No one knew where you were last night. After capture the flag,” he says into the quiet of the cabin. “Kayla said you were there when everyone found Jake and me, but…" he trails off, uncertain.

Will doesn’t say that he spent all evening compulsively glancing up every time he heard anyone come near his room in the infirmary. That he walked up to the door of the Hades cabin before returning to his own cabin last night, but that he was too scared to knock.

There’s a long pause. “Yeah. I was just… walking,” Nico says.

"Oh." Will crosses to the bed, hesitantly sitting down. “So… what are you up to?”

“Reading,” Nico says flatly, though that’s clearly not the case.

Will’s never felt so unwelcome here before, and it’s making his stomach ache. He reaches out for Nico’s hand, squeezes it. Nico lets him, but gives him only the smallest squeeze in response.

Will swallows. He’s not going to participate in this, he decides suddenly. He’s not going to let Nico shut him out, and he’s not going to tiptoe around this. He squeezes Nico’s hand again.

“So, obviously you’re not okay,” Will tells the other boy. His voice sounds weird, too loud, breaking the silence of the cabin. He clears his throat.

“Nico.” Will shifts so he can see Nico’s face better, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. “You’re clamming up,” he says firmly. “I thought we weren’t doing that anymore.”

He realizes, even as the words leave his mouth, that this is the wrong thing to say - or at least the wrong way to say it. But it’s too late. Nico turns towards him, his gaze intense and incredulous in a way that Will barely recognizes.

“Really? We aren’t doing that anymore?”

Will shakes his head, “I’m sorry, that came out wrong -”

Nico sits up, snatching his hand away. “No. I don’t think it did.”

“Nico -”

“No. Stop it, Will.” Nico’s voice is tight with anger. “I know exactly what you meant. We don’t clam up anymore. We clean our plates at every meal. We sleep eight hours a night.”

“No, Nico, please, I -”

“I’ve had enough, Solace. Maybe this is just who I am. Maybe it’s you who needs to finally realize that you don’t want that.”

Nico’s on his feet now, and Will thinks he probably should be too, but he feels paralyzed.

“What? No! Nico, you know that’s not true!” Will reaches out a hand, but Nico takes a step back. It’s like a punch to the gut.

Will can see the other boy is fighting tears, and all he wants to do is to hold him, make this all better, but -

“You and Mr. D. keep trying to tell me that I don’t know what’s real,” Nico croaks. “Maybe that’s not my problem after all. Maybe it’s yours.” Nico turns, reaching for his sword and then bending to pull on his shoes.

“Where - where are you going?” Will finally manages to get to his feet, unthinkingly reaching out to the other boy again before dropping his hand.

“I don’t know.”

“Nico. Please.” It surprises Will, how broken his own voice sounds, and Nico must notice too, because he turns and his face softens, marginally.

“I just need some time, okay? I’m - I think I’m gonna go see Hazel.”

And then he’s gone, enveloped into the shadows of his cabin. It’s been months since they’ve parted without a kiss or an embrace, and Will can feel the cold sinking into his heart as he sinks to the cabin floor. ___

Once he’s shadow-travelled to the Berkeley Hills, Nico can’t quite force himself to go any further. He knows in his heart that he’s screwed up, again, and surely Hazel will tell him the same. After a restless night and several hours the next morning spent wandering and wallowing in guilt and regret, it’s finally hunger, frustratingly, that compels Nico to journey further.

It’s still early, and when he knocks on the door of Hazel’s room in the barracks, she answers immediately.

“Nico! What on earth are you doing here?” Hazel wraps him in a hug and then steps back, her brow furrowed.

“I - I’m not sure,” Nico says, suddenly feeling even more lost. Now that he’s arrived, he realizes he doesn’t know why he came. Except that he told Will this was where he’d be, and that, at least, means something.

Hazel frowns, inspecting Nico’s face a little too closely. He looks away, feeling exposed.

“Come in,” she says, more softly.

Nico’s not sure who designed Hazel's living quarters, but it certainly wasn’t whomever was given free rein with the Hades cabin. The space is small - it’s just Hazel, after all - but the walls are light and the space is sparsely decorated with bright jewel-tones. Hazel’s already made her bed and tidied, and it makes Nico feel even more disheveled. He’s sweaty, tired and wearing the same clothes he’s been in for several days.

Hazel closes the door and turns to her brother. “So, it’s wonderful to see you, of course. But… what’s going on?”

Nico swallows, staring down at the wood-plank flooring. “Um. I told Will I was coming to see you, but… I think I’m leaving camp for good.”

It’s the idea he’s been turning over in his mind ever since the evening of capture the flag, and it’s pressing against his skull, swelling until there aren’t any other options that make sense.

To her credit, Hazel doesn’t shout or scold. She just sighs. “You better sit down.”

Nico does, collapsing onto Hazel’s desk chair and dropping his head into his hands.

“You look kind of awful,” Hazel says after a long moment.

“Yeah,” Nico says. “I haven’t been sleeping. Or eating, really. The - the voices I’ve been hearing… they haven’t gotten any better. They’re louder, if anything.”

“Oh, Nico,” Hazel says softly, and great, that’s just what he needs. The chronic lack of sleep combined with the stress of the last few weeks has tears rolling down his cheeks before Nico has any chance of fighting against it. Hazel’s there in a moment, though, bending over him awkwardly to embrace him, her hair ticking his face.

“Sorry,” Nico whispers, trying to catch his breath. “I swear I didn’t come here to cry all over you.”

Hazel laughs. “It’s okay, big brother. That’s what I’m here for. Now tell me everything.”

So he does. It helps, somehow, that Hazel’s a bit more removed from everything else that’s been going on. Everyone back at camp, worrying about him. Especially Will. He tells Hazel how he feels as if he’s losing himself again. He tells her about capture the flag, how Will’s injury sent each and every alarm in him blaring. He tells her about the nightmares. The voices.

“You think the voices are real, then,” Hazel says. She’s sunk to the floor now, seated cross-legged at Nico’s feet.

Nico swallows. “I - yes. I know they are. And there’s the prophecy, Hazel.” He repeats the lines again. It should get easier with each retelling, but it aches every time.

“Something of equal value,” Hazel muses, staring into the middle distance.

Nico nods tightly. “I think… I think that’s what’s worrying me most.”

“You think it’s Will.”

He shrugs, tears pricking at his eyes again. “How can I not? Hazel, I’m so��scared,” his voice comes out in a whisper, throat tight as he finally allows himself to say the word out loud. “He says he’s coming with me, like it’s not even up for discussion. How am I supposed to live with myself if I let Will come, and he - he…” Unable to voice the rest of the thought, Nico buries his head in his hands again.

Hazel’s quiet for a long moment. “You know you can’t ever take these prophecies at face value,” she says finally.

“Yeah, of course I know that," Nico mumbles. "But what else am I supposed to do? I just… I can’t let Will come. It’s not safe.”

She shrugs. “Probably not. Is it safe for you, though?”

Nico gazes at the purple curtains, fluttering gently in the breeze from the open window. The air smells like life, and light.

“I guess it doesn’t matter. I need to go.”

“I think what you need to do is talk to Will,” Hazel says after a long moment.

Nico sighs. “I don’t even know if he'll want to talk to me. He - he caught me at a bad moment. Yesterday. Not that it's his fault, but... I - I was so worried. And so tired. And I was just a complete dick. I should have just been straight with him, but instead I lashed out about really stupid things, and then I left.” He groans. “I’m so bad at this, Hazel."

It’s weighing on him more and more the longer he’s away. He hates that he left things the way he did, hates knowing that Will’s hurting, worrying. Because of him.

"You're not as bad as you think you are, Nico."

Nico huffs out a laugh.

“Will cares a lot about you. I've seen the way he looks at you, Nico. I know it's hard, but don't shut him out now.”

Nico nods. His throat feels tight.

"If the situation was reversed," Hazel says gently, "how would you react to Will telling you he was going on a quest like this by himself?"

Nico frowns. "Well, obviously I - I wouldn't let him. That wouldn't be right. I'd do anything I could to help."

"Mmm,” Hazel agrees. “You'd probably find a way to go with him even if he insisted you stay behind."

Nico frowns. "I know what you're doing, okay? And I didn't come all this way for you to side with Will," he says, trying to summon a little indignation.

Hazel reaches for his hand. "Sorry," she laughs. "But just think about it, okay?"

Nico sighs, closing his eyes. Hazel’s hand is warm in his. He can already feel his mind beginning to settle towards sleep. He’s just so tired. He opens his eyes, leans back, blinking.

"Do you really want to leave camp?" Hazel asks.

Nico shakes his head. “No, of course I don’t. I just - I don’t know. It seemed to make the most sense.”

“Okay. Well, I need you to know that it doesn’t.” Hazel watches him carefully and Nico nods.

“You can’t make any big decisions in this state anyway, okay? You’re going to come with me and have something to eat, and then I’m putting you to bed,” Hazel says firmly, and Nico is reminded so violently of Will that his heart aches. Gods, he misses the other boy so much already. ___

Nico’s still not sure what to do next, but he and Hazel agree that Camp Jupiter will make a fine refuge for the day.

It’s nice, actually. He eats breakfast with Hazel and then she tucks him into her bed. Nico naps the morning away, mostly peacefully, his dreams muted and less troubled than they have been. He trains with Hazel and Frank in the afternoon and stays for dinner.

And then, because he’s an idiot and a coward, he lingers until after nightfall, trying to tell himself it’ll just be easier if he doesn't have to shadow-travel in the daytime.

Nico arrives back at Camp Half-Blood once it’s well and truly dark, and he hesitates at the border of the woods, irresolute. Should he head straight back to his cabin? Find Will? His stomach is still in knots, but at least now he’s moving forward. Whatever that might mean.

In the end, the decision is made for him.

“Nico.” Will’s voice is hard and determined, and it startles Nico a little, the sight of the other boy striding towards him. At the ferocity in Will’s gaze, he almost takes a step back.

Will stops a foot away, suddenly looking less sure of himself, and Nico feels his heart constrict. He suddenly realizes he can’t remember the last time they greeted each other without some show of affection. It’s crushing to see Will uncertain whether it’s allowed.

Nico tries to swallow down his nerves. “Hi,” he says softly. “Um. Can I…” Hesitantly, he reaches out his arms, and Will’s there the next second, crushing Nico to his chest.

“I didn’t know if you were coming back,” Will whispers, and Nico can hear the tears in his voice.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbles into Will’s shirt. “I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot and I love you so much and I don't want to lose you -” his own voice breaks and Will squeezes him a bit tighter, turning his head to press his face into Nico’s hair. "I love you too," he whispers.

“I’m sorry,” Nico mutters again when they finally part, his head down.

“It’s okay,” Will says. "I think we should talk, though."

Nico nods. “Yeah. Okay.”

They gaze at each other for a long moment. “Um. My cabin?” Nico asks hesitantly.

They cross the green together. Nico aches to take the other boy’s hand, but something holds him back. Things aren’t quite right with them, and it’s his fault. It’s his fault he can’t sleep, his fault he can’t eat. And now this.

They’re silent as they enter the cabin. Nico crosses to his bed, turning on the lamp and sinking down gratefully. The past two days feel as if they've lasted several months. Will takes a seat on the bed across the room. The space between them is like an endless gulf, and Nico feels himself automatically leaning forward, as if that will bridge the gap.

“I need to apologize,” Will says, twisting his hands in his lap.

Nico glances up, surprised. “What? Why?”

“Before you left - I pushed you to talk to me when you didn’t want to. I should have given you space. That was... I wasn't respecting your boundaries, and -”

“Will, no.” Nico’s across the room before he’s even registered that he’s moving, coming to a stop in front of Will to wrap his arms around the other boy’s shoulders.

“It's my fault. This is all my fault. I was an asshole.” Nico mumbles into Will's hair. “I’m just so scared Will,” he says, his voice breaking. It’s a bit easier to talk this way, without those kind blue eyes gazing into his, that beloved freckled face etched with concern.

Will tries to pull back, but Nico doesn’t let him, and after a moment he winds his arms tighter around Nico’s waist.

“I don’t understand. What are you scared of? You mean the voices?” Will asks, his voice muffled against Nico's chest.

Nico swallows. “I can’t lose you.” And gods just saying the words makes him feel as though he’s going to crumble to pieces. He can’t do this again. Not with Will. He couldn’t save his mother. He couldn’t save Bianca, or Jason. But maybe he can save Will.

“Nico.” Will goes to pull away again, and this time Nico relents. Will yanks him down so Nico’s sitting in his lap.

“You are not going to lose me,” Will says fiercely. “You couldn’t lose me if you wanted to. Is that what this is about? I thought you were mad at me for… you know. Being overbearing, and pushy, and…”

Nico half-shrugs. “I mean, you are,” he says weakly, and Will rolls his eyes and finally, finally smiles.

“Yeah, I know. And I’m really sorry about that. I’m trying to tone it down, and I’m going to keep trying. I’m probably still going to screw up sometimes, but please don’t ever think that I want you to be anything other than what you are, okay?”

“Are you sure?” Nico asks, his throat tight.

“Yes. I want you. And if you don’t want to eat or sleep or - or talk… I’ll still love you just the same.”

“I do want to eat and sleep. And talk,” Nico says, his voice wobbly. "It’s just been really hard lately. I don't - I don't usually mind when you bug me about those things. I know it’s because you care. It's just… the last week or so… my nightmares have been… really bad -” his voice breaks again and this time he can’t pull himself back fast enough and the next thing he’s aware of he’s sobbing, hard enough that he can’t catch his breath. Will doesn’t flinch, though. He gathers Nico in, holds tight. Nico’s not sure how long they stay that way, but Will keeps holding on after the tears have eased, his face pressed into Nico’s shoulder, like if he holds on tight enough, he can will all of Nico’s broken pieces back together. Nico wants him to.

“I wish you’d told me,” Will whispers, and then he pulls back, his eyes searching Nico’s. “Not that - not that you have to tell me everything if you don’t want to. Just - I’ve been worried about you and I wasn’t sure what was going on. I thought it was probably something I’d done.”

Nico shakes his head immediately. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m just the worst.”

Will frowns. “You’re definitely not.”

“I’m sorry you thought it was your fault,” Nico whispers. “And I’m really sorry for losing my temper. And for leaving.”

Will offers him a half-smile. “It’s possible we could do a better job of communicating with each other.”

Nico huffs out a laugh. “Maybe.” He leans his forehead against Will’s. They stay that way for a long moment, Nico following the rise and fall of Will’s breath until he feels himself start to settle. Gods, he could sleep right now. But there are things that need to be said first.

“Okay.” Nico takes a deep breath, pulling back. “You ready for some communication?”

Will grins. “Lay it on me.”

Nico laughs. He loves being in Will’s lap, he’s learned over the past few months. It feels vulnerable, but in a way that’s warm and safe. A way he can’t remember feeling before. But at the moment he finds he needs a little space to collect his thoughts, and he gently extracts himself, moving to sit next to the other boy, their thighs pressed together.

“I’ve been having a lot of dreams, lately, about um… people I’ve lost,” Nico begins, and Will makes a soft sound of understanding.

“My mom, and Bianca. And Jason,” Nico says softly. “And then… I’ve started dreaming about losing you, too.” His voice is rough, and he’s not sure how much of this he’s going to be able to get out before breaking down again. Will reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together. And yeah, that helps.

“When you got hurt the other night, at capture the flag…” Nico finds he needs to take a moment to master his breathing again and Will, bless him, waits patiently, holding tight to Nico’s hand.

“It really threw me,” Nico says finally. “I saw you lying there, and you were bleeding, and you…” Nico shakes his head, trying to get rid of the image in his mind. “I couldn’t handle it. I just ran. I’m sorry I didn’t stay, and that I didn’t come to see you in the infirmary.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” Will says softly.

“Anyway.” Nico clears his throat. “The nightmares got even worse. After that. It’s been really hard to get them out of my head, even when I’m awake. And I’m actually really freaking out, Will. About Tartarus. And the prophecy,” he finishes, finally glancing at the other boy.

Will nods slowly. “I’ve kind of been freaking out too.”

Nico blinks. “Really? But you’ve - you’ve been so cool about it.”

Will's lips quirk up. “That’s just because I’m cool,” he says, bumping his shoulder against Nico’s.

Nico rolls his eyes.

“And also I didn’t want you to worry, or like… think that I wasn’t tough enough,” Will adds more quietly.

Nico shakes his head. “Will, it’s not that I don't think you're tough, or brave. It’s about… I just can’t lose you. Especially if it’s my fault,” he finishes in a whisper, watching their joined hands instead of Will’s face. There’s a long silence.

“How do you think I’d feel,” Will says quietly, “if you went down there alone, and you… you didn’t come back? If something happened to you, because I wasn’t there to help?”

“Um. Bad?” Nico says weakly, and Will snorts.

"You can’t control everything Nico." Will's voice is gentle, but firm. "People are going to make their own decisions. Sometimes they'll make those decisions because they love you. And you still can’t control that. And the consequences of those decisions are not your fault. We're going to do this together, and we're going to be fine. I'm not going to sacrifice myself to fulfill some stupid prophecy. But I am coming with you."

Nico turns his face into Will's shoulder. “I don’t want you to come,” he wants to say, but even as the words form in his mouth he realizes they’re not true.

“I want you to come. And I hate that I want you to come,” he whispers.

Will leans his head against Nico's. "I'm really glad that you want me with you. But ultimately, it's not your choice. It's mine," he says simply.

Nico pulls back to look the other boy in the eyes. "But what if it's a bad choice?" he asks, a little desperately.

Will shrugs. "Then I make a bad choice. But I'm not planning on dying, and I'm not planning on you dying. My plan is for us to have many, many years of bad choices. Together." He bumps his forehead gently against Nico's.

Nico can feel his eyes welling again. "Really?"

"Yes," Will says, firm. "Well," he amends, "mostly good choices."

Nico laughs wetly and Will gives him that bright, beautiful smile, the one that's just for him, before pulling Nico into his arms. After a moment Nico wiggles himself back into Will's lap and Will hums happily.

Nico sighs, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, losing himself in Will's warmth and Will's breath. He’s finally, finally, starting to feel the tension in his body begin to ease. Will’s hand rubs soothingly against his back and he just wants to forget everything else. He almost manages it.

"But what if..." Nico begins hesitantly after a moment.

Will sighs. "I know," he says, and then he's quiet. His hand stills on Nico’s back and he takes a deep breath.

"So, this is maybe... kind of dark, but... also not. I don't know." Will pulls back to look at Nico. "I'm gonna tell you what I tell myself, anyway. After Lee died, and Michael... other people too. It's hard not to dwell on that, right? But we're in this... we're in this life where that shit happens. The way I've made sense of it for myself is... if I only get a year with you, then I'm going to love you as hard as I can for the time I have you." Will's voice breaks, and he takes a second to collect himself. "And if a year is all we get, I'm going to cherish that time we had for the rest of my life. I hope we get a lot more time, but if that's all we have, I'm going to be grateful for that. But I don't want to imagine a life where I didn't get to know you and love you," he finishes, his voice rough.

Nico raises a hand to brush the tears from Will's cheek. "That's really beautiful," he whispers.

Will's lips quirk up. "No, you are."

Nico rolls his eyes. "So cheesy."

Will beams, and Nico leans in to kiss him, tears and all. He tries to pour everything he hasn’t yet said into the kiss - his bone-deep gratitude for this boy and the stubborn, steadfast way he loves Nico. The unwavering way he lifts Nico up and holds him together. His comfort and his strength.

"It's been a few days since I've stayed over," Will murmurs when they finally part. "Not - not that I have to stay. I was just um... making an observation."

Nico smiles. "I'd like you to stay. It's just - like I said before... the nightmares have been bad." He makes a face. "I didn't wanna subject you to that."

"I don't mind," Will assures him.

"What if I wake up screaming?"

"It wouldn't be the first time, right? I'll rub your back until you fall asleep again. Or we can talk about it. Or we could make out some more," Will shrugs, going pink.

Nico lets out a giggle.

"I'm just throwing out suggestions," Will says, not quite making eye contact. “I mean. It always makes me feel better.”

Nico laughs, wrapping his arms around the other boy. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," Will giggles. He leans forward, taking advantage of the fact that Nico is already in his lap to scoop him up, carrying him across the cabin and depositing him gently onto his own bed.

Nico can't quite keep the stupid smile from his face as Will pulls off Nico's shoes, then his own, climbing into the bed and covering them both.

Will snuggles against him, draping an arm over Nico’s waist and nuzzling into his neck. And for the first time in weeks, Nico realizes he can imagine a time past this. Past the prophecy and Tartarus and the knot of worry in his stomach. He turns his head against Will’s and sighs.

“After Tartarus,” he says, “do you wanna like… go to Disney World?”

He can feel Will’s soft laugh against his skin, can hear the smile in his voice, “Definitely.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Will agrees.

"I should really change. And brush my teeth. And shower," Nico says reluctantly as Will snuggles even closer. Gods, he's so warm.

"Mm mm," Will disagrees sleepily. "Stay with me."

Nico presses a kiss to the mess of blonde hair next to him. "Okay. I will."

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Title is from True Colors by Cyndi Lauper. Thanks for reading! :)

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #angst #hurt/comfort #post-TOA #hazel levesque #fic exchange #my writing #rated teen for language i guess #wasn't crazy about this when i wrote it but i think it's growing on me

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tgirldomme · 8 months ago

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aaaaaa ur so gorgeous in that dress of yours on your pinned!! makes me want to sit on your lap and marvel at the pearls and the lace, i'd be too flustered to look at you directly but i'd still try to smile and show my adoration (／(エ)＼) . i'm a little twitchy though, too eager for my own good.

— a very appreciative transmasc 🐇

tehehehe, such a sweet little thing… and oh how i love having pretty boys in my lap, stroking their hair, pulling them close while caressing their shoulder-blades with my nails…

although i do wander if you’d be able to sit in my lap easily, since something tells me a decent proportion of it might be… occupied… as soon as you walk through the door ;)

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 3 days ago

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Iron Will

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64330204 by Lemontasia He came back alive. But he didn’t come back whole. Peter Parker was missing for months. When the Avengers finally found him, he wasn’t the same. Silent, twitchy, and disturbingly obedient, Peter is a shell of the kid he used to be—rewired by Hydra, his memories shattered, his instincts weaponized. Now, housed in the Stark lab, Peter doesn’t speak. He doesn’t recognize his friends. He doesn’t even know his own name. His body heals at terrifying speed, but his mind remains trapped in a haze of trauma, violence, and forgotten identity. Tony Stark is determined to fix him. He doesn’t care how long it takes or how much it breaks him in the process. But as Peter’s behavior grows more animal than human—and the threat of what Hydra left buried inside him begins to surface—the line between saving the kid and losing him completely starts to blur. Because Peter didn’t come back alone. Daily updates (except Sunday) Words: 9336, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of IronDad and SpiderSon Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Flash Thompson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bruce Banner Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Hydra Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, BAMF Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has Issues, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everyone Needs A Hug, Dead Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Aunt May Parker is a Good Aunt (Marvel), Aunt May was a good aunt lol, Peter Parker is Not Okay, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, BAMF Michelle Jones (Marvel), Good Friend Michelle Jones (Marvel), Worried Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds Needs a Hug, Ned Leeds has PTSD, Peter Parker Has Fangs, Peter Parker has Spinnerets | Organic Web-Shooters, Peter Parker Has a Bad Day, spiderson, Irondad, Sassy Tony Stark, Sassy Peter Parker, Awesome Michelle Jones (Marvel) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/64330204

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weareallstoriesintheend · 2 years ago

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want me to model these for you? With Matt & Angel

-smoochy anon

Another for you my dear smoochy anon. The return of Matt & Angel 😘

Warnings: Mentions of smut, smutty language.

You stood in the doorway, leaning your shoulder against the frame.

Matt knew you were there, the thought of which made you smirk to yourself, but you liked to play this game sometimes - pretending you could actually surprise him, it changed the feel of the air in the room, heat crept up your neck at the mere idea of what could come next. He had found the white box you’d left on the bed, more importantly he’d found its contents – a set of black lace underwear.

“Someone’s being nosey,” you said into the silence. He chuckled, his back still turned to you. His fingers still played with the lace absentmindedly, his thumb stroking the trim.

He turned his chin over his shoulder, eyes cast downwards, “You left them out for me…”

“… Did I? For you?”

A wide grin cut his expression; a slight nod greeted your indignation, “Always for me.”

Quietly you walked up behind him, eyeing the smugness in his face with amusement. As you reached him you pressed your body into his back, feeling the way he leaned into you just a little. Your hand grazed down his bare forearm, feeling the soft ripple of lean muscle, before caressing your hand over his.

“You want me to model these for you?” you asked, kissing his shoulder softly.

“Now Angel, we both know I can’t see you in them no matter how hard I try,” he smirked, you swatted the top of his hand sharply and he hissed an ‘ow’ in protest.

Gently you tugged the soft lace from his fingertips, gathering it up and stepping away from him. His unfocussed eyes loosely followed the sound of you around the room, a twitch of a smirk ghosting on his lips as he awaited your next move.

You placed the underwear down on the bed and began to undress, the movements so slow that you unwittingly allowed your scent to float lazily into the room and right to Matts flared nostrils. A hungry hum played lowly in his throat.

“Now Matthew…” you echoed his tone, “… we both know you can see me in so many other ways.”

Matt’s fingertips twitched by his sides, he flicked and played with his nails to occupy the ache that thudded down his arms as his mind urged him to reach out for you.

As you undressed you stayed silent, reveling in the effect you had on him. To anyone else he would almost look nervous, twitchy and swaying on his heels, but you knew better. Matthew was fighting his instincts, something he wasn’t very good at.

For a catholic boy he sure lacked discipline in the face of something so delicious.

You slid the underwear up your legs, the black lace hugged your hips tightly. The bra clipped comfortably at the back and you adjusted your breasts into the cups, marveling at how they sat so pretty.

As you looked back up to him he pulled at the hem of his grey t-shirt and lifted it over his head, letting it drop to his feet.

“Presumptuous!” you mocked, tutting at him as he grinned.

You stepped towards him once more, reaching down and capturing both his hands before bringing them to your hips. Almost silently he sighed, a sound of relief as his fingers found the lace pressed against your silken skin.

Hooking the tip of his forefingers on each hand he pushed them beneath the thin fabric, running his knuckles against the line of your hip towards the heat between your legs. Now your fingers twitched, but you wanted him to play, to feel, to explore you.

He let the fabric of the underwear snap back, an airy chuckle following his motion. Slowly he moved his fingertips up, his plush lips falling open a touch in concentration.

They eventually rounded your breasts, not cupping them but tracing the shape as if committing it to memory. But you both knew every inch of your skin was etched into his mind already, this was simply just indulgence.

Goosebumps rose up as he traced the line of the cup, the swell of your breast pillowy against the touch. He chewed at his bottom lip and you lurched as if driven by unseen forces to kiss it.

“Eeeeasy,” he laughed breathily, his chest rising and falling under the heightening labor of lust. His hands dropped to your sides to steady you.

Matt’s hands were calloused, rough and yet tender as he moved them over the curve of your waist. He pulled you in, pushing your chest against his and you think, with delight, you saw him shudder from the friction of the lace against his bare skin. His heavy breath ghosted your face as he looked down at you, “You are dangerous, little angel.”

Grinning you pushed up slightly onto your tip toes so you could tease your lips against his, whispering, “And you love it.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil smut #mcu

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Loki Season 2 reviews are in! While critics still praise the Tom Hiddleston series… the reviews are not quite as good as Season 1

With just two days left before Season 2 of Loki debuts on Disney Plus, the first wave of reviews have come in… and they're not quite as positive as Season 1.

Loki - which continues the adventures of Tom Hiddleston's God of Mischeif title character - debuted in June 2021 with a 92% score from critics on Rotten Tomatoes.

While most of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's first TV shows on Disney Plus were considered one-offs, Loki was the first to get a second season, and later touted by Marvel President Kevin Feige as the 'most-watched' Marvel Studios series.

Now the reviews are in for Season 2 ahead of its October 5 debut on Disney Plus, with a slightly-lower 82% score from the first 50 reviews on Rotten Tomatoes.

The involvement of Jonathan Majors, who returns as Kang, amid his arrest for domestic violence, was also troubling for many critics.

Rolling Stone's Alan Sepinwall called Majors, 'the big problem' with the season in his negative review published Tuesday.

'It’s not his performance, which remains a weirdly compelling live-wire act, full of odd, halting line deliveries and twitchy physicality. Instead, it’s the ugly real-world circumstances surrounding him,' Sepinwall began.

'After the season was filmed, Majors was arrested and charged with domestic violence against his romantic partner, which led to Rolling Stone uncovering a pattern of alleged abusive behavior going back a decade. Majors was set to play the big bad for the next few phases of the MCU. Instead, it’s impossible to imagine him ever appearing in a Marvel project after this one,' he added.

ComicBook.com's Nicole Drum gave the season a positive review (3.5 stars out of 5), but even she admitted something felt off, compared to Season 1.

'Season 2 definitely doesn’t suffer from the pitfalls that would make people continue to question if superhero fatigue is real or not, but through characterizations, pacing, and too much self-awareness, it definitely feels like a very different show,' she said.

She said the first episode debuting on Thursday, 'is hectic, throwing new concepts, characters, and threats into the story with little explanation and little reason for fans to be invested.'

'When the premiere does try to stop and ruminate on what Loki just experienced in the Season 1 finale, the end result becomes rushed and confusing,' she continued, adding the, 'overstuffed and slightly frenetic chaos' sets the tone in the four episodes (of the six-episode season) that were screened for critics.

Mashable's Belen Edwards added in her negative review that Season 2 delved into the first season's worst aspects.

'Instead of digging into what makes Loki fun, the show's second season doubles down on Season 1's worst tendencies… It's a drag when it should be thrilling, an exposition-filled trudge when it should be an exciting romp,' she said.

USA Today's Brian Truitt gave Loki Season 2 a positive review (3 stars out of 4), stating, 'Sometimes you feel like you need a theoretical physics degree to understand it all. Strong character work makes up for some of that, as does a knowing sense of humor.'

He added the new season, 'couldn't come sooner, as the Marvel Cinematic Universe films are starting to feel a little repetitive and a plethora of disparate TV series haven't helped.'

IGN Movies' Jarrod Jones gave the season a negative review (5 of 10), adding, 'Tom Hiddleston’s Loki is back for more multiversal shenanigans, but the absence of director Kate Herron seems to have sapped the wily fun from his Disney+ spinoff.'

Like many reviews - even the negative ones - Jones praised the addition of newly-minted Oscar winner Ke Huy Quan.

Quan plays a Time Variance Authority (TVA) 'basement-dwelling repair guy' named Ouroboros, 'whose jovial presence gives Season 2 a much-needed boost from its overall mopey tone.'

ComicBookMovie's Josh Wilding called Season 2, 'a masterclass in imaginative storytelling' adding the show represents, 'the MCU at its best and a riveting new chapter in the Multiverse Saga that’s mind-bending, monumental, and utterly marvellous,' adding, 'and as a bonus, Ke Huy Quan is a scene-stealing delight!'

Collider's Therese Lacson added, 'Season 1 was well-loved, and with a fan-favorite character like Hiddleston’s God of Mischief at the helm, Season 2 proves that the series not only hasn’t lost its touch but remains one of the stronger pillars of the MCU as a whole.'

However The Daily Beast's Nick Schager said in his negative review, 'Its convolutions overwhelming its charming personalities and freewheeling spirit of paradox-laden adventure, it’s another indication that the once-mighty franchise has lost its direction.'

London Evening Standard's Vicky Jessop added, 'It's all a bit wearying' when describing the entirety of the season that was screened for critics.

Indenpendent UK's Louis Chilton added, 'More than anything, Loki has started to resemble what it truly is: an ill-advised spinoff in the old tradition. A too-bright spotlight for a side character who was never best suited to lead. A dinner comprising only hors d’oeuvres.'

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Iron Will

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/N6Ijl1q by Lemontasia He came back alive. But he didn’t come back whole. Peter Parker was missing for months. When the Avengers finally found him, he wasn’t the same. Silent, twitchy, and disturbingly obedient, Peter is a shell of the kid he used to be—rewired by Hydra, his memories shattered, his instincts weaponized. Now, housed in the Stark lab, Peter doesn’t speak. He doesn’t recognize his friends. He doesn’t even know his own name. His body heals at terrifying speed, but his mind remains trapped in a haze of trauma, violence, and forgotten identity. Tony Stark is determined to fix him. He doesn’t care how long it takes or how much it breaks him in the process. But as Peter’s behavior grows more animal than human—and the threat of what Hydra left buried inside him begins to surface—the line between saving the kid and losing him completely starts to blur. Because Peter didn’t come back alone. Daily updates (except Sunday) Words: 15534, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of IronDad and SpiderSon Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Flash Thompson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bruce Banner Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Hydra Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, BAMF Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has Issues, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everyone Needs A Hug, Dead Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Aunt May Parker is a Good Aunt (Marvel), Aunt May was a good aunt lol, Peter Parker is Not Okay, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, BAMF Michelle Jones (Marvel), Good Friend Michelle Jones (Marvel), Worried Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds Needs a Hug, Ned Leeds has PTSD, Peter Parker Has Fangs, Peter Parker has Spinnerets | Organic Web-Shooters, Peter Parker Has a Bad Day, spiderson, Irondad, Sassy Tony Stark, Sassy Peter Parker, Awesome Michelle Jones (Marvel) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/N6Ijl1q

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TW 01: The Conspiracy-Interview

Scott: Hello! My name is Scott Handcock, I am the director of Torchwood: The Conspiracy, the first of Big Finish's brand new series of audio dramas! um, I'd like to begin today by welcoming the UK cast for this production, Mr. John Sessions

John S: Hello, hello, how are you, Scott?

Scott: I'm very well, very well. We also have Ms. Sarah Ovens!

Sarah: Hello Scott!

Scott: and Mr. Dan Bottomley.

Dan: Hello Scott.

Scott: So, um, open question to you all to begin with. How have you found the recording so far?

John S: It’s all gone marvelously, I think.

Sarah: Yeah!

John S: Um we haven't stopped very much for anecdotes; we've been working hard and it’s all been coming together.

Sarah: Yeah, it’s nice to do, I mean, I think the writing is really great and the relationships are really apparent and uh yeah. Quite a pleasure to be kind of just stood still talking to each other. (John S laughs)

Scott: yes David Llewellyn's written a very tightly paced a very concise script that has a really good rhythm and pace to it (Sarah: yeah) (Dan: its lovely) I think it really gets the Torchwood vibe. We- were you big Torchwood fans before? Were you aware of the series before coming in for this?

Dan: Yeah, I’d-I watched it when it originally came out and I thought it was brilliant. I thought it was really good. I- I wasn’t a massive doctor who person at the time, but it appealed to me. (Sarah: its changed you.) A kind spin off and uh, I's thought the character of Jack Harkness was brilliant. and um, yeah, when I watched it, I thought it was great.

Sarah: I was aware of it cuz I went to drama school in Cardiff and um and that’s where it’s based. isn't it?

Scott: Yes. They, um they've been filming it.

Sarah: Yeah, I think they were. So, I was aware of it but I hadn't watched that much of it. um.

John S: I have tired to boringly say, being a very very old actor, That I-I've not watched any of Torchwood because I tend to listen to the television without pictures called the wireless.

(everyone laughs)

Scott: is science fiction a genre that generally appeals to you John?

John S: um it is n- it’s a bit of a blind spot with me if I'm absolutely honest. But um this I like and as Sarah was saying that the um the uh the dialogue's terrific, it really cracks along and uh it’s great to play some uh a character like George Wilson who's this [mon que?] sort of Martin Sixsmith figure. You know, who um, has broken away from the conventional media. And he's terrifically on top of the whole conspiracy theory culture which is very very tempting and very very addictive. And um, you know whether there’s any truth behind these stories is very hard to tell but um, as a piece of writ- um audio, drama, it’s very compelling.

Scott: And do you think science fiction works well on audio because you have the visuals removed (Sarah: absolutely! and is left-) and you can play with the paranoia of it more?

Sarah: yeah! and left to the listener's imagination which can be a scary and dark place!

(everyone chuckles)

John S: What I think is sad is that as a performer, people can’t see how incredibly youthful and attractive I am. (Sarah laughs)

Scott: You are gorgeous! I- eh we've had to put special curtains up to-

John S: John Barrowman's rather worried apparently, that he's uh, he was sent a picture of me and wa- was- he's really twitchy that he's gonna lose the part to me. (Sarah laughing)

Dan: He can't compete.

Scott: No. (chuckles) And going back to the characters you talking about George being an- a- a big conspiracy theorist and how- his angle and his take in the whole world of Torchwood. Uh Sarah and Dan, what, what do you think your characters, Kate and Sam, bring to The Conspiracy and the world of Torchwood as we know it?

Sarah: I am firstly, chuffed to be playing a baddie, uh and I love the kind of up-beat facade that Kate has throughout the whole thing and then that kind of twists at the end where you realize she's not all she's cracked up to be.

Scott: Amazeballs.

Sarah: Amazeballs, yeah. She learned that word, I think that's convincing. Um yeah, I think uh- I think she's a perfect kind of yeah beard, for the for the conspiracy theory.

Dan: Yeah, well, I uh I really- I really like Sam. he's- he's a, with him being a vlogger he’s a real kind of product of his own society and where we are now. And all that, all the k- kind of conspiracy things I've been watching before doing this really kind of blew my mind. Often not in a, a great way. there's-

Scott: would you like to share any of those conspiracies with us (Dan: Oh, there's some-) whilst you have an open forum?

Dan: There's some marvelous things out there. what I was talking to people about the- the flat earth conspiracy, which eh, was my favorite that I found. Which is people who think that the earth is an even level plane in the center of the universe which is eh- obviously, completely plausible! (Scott and Sarah chuckle) i- its- it its great because, on this particular video, the person who posted it was commenting on everyone’s comments underneath and these people are so- it’s the enthusiasm that was really great to play with Sam and just how, like th- eh- th- its- there’s no kind of two ways about it. That’s it. That is the way these people think.

Scott: And of course, everyone in this story is right about their own beliefs (Dan: Of course!) (Sarah: mm yeah) as well that's the thing.

Dan: Yeah, it’s kind of fun to flesh out that kind of um, that character. uh really enjoyable.

Scott: And of course, Dan and John you both sadly perish (Dan: Indeed) during the course of this um.

Dan: And I don't seem to survive through many Big Finish adventure to be honest.

Scott: But Sarah!

Sarah: Yeah.

Scott: Y- you survive!

Sarah: I know.

Scott: And the conspiracy survives with you!

Sarah: Absolutely!

Scott: They persist, do you reckon they'll be back to fight another day? Where do you see this heading?

Sarah: Ohhhhh, I see uh a- another spin off series to be honest. with Kate leading it.

Scott: Quite right too.

Dan: Yeah.

Scott: um, on which note, we shall hand over to our colleague Mr. Barrowman in the US, but for now I'd like to thank Mr. John Sessions, Sarah Ovens, and Dan Bottomley for speaking with us. Thank you for a brilliant day!

Sarah: Thank You!

John S: Thank you.

Dan: Thank you so much.

Scott: And now we shall pass the baton over to Captain Jack himself. Hello John!

John B: Hello! How are you?

Scott: I’m very well, how are you?

John B: I’m very good, thank you.

Scott: Um what’s it like being back as Captain Jack Harkness?

John B: well I've always said this, and uh I-I- I say, well, I've said it to many people over the course of time, uh getting back with Captain Jack is like putting on an old pair of shoes or a very comfortable coat which, ironically, I am sitting here with the coat on at the moment. (both laugh) (Scott: that image) Just to help me feel- feel the part yeah. But um no, its li- Captain Jack is such a- a core part of me as- as John Barrowman because uh I- I absolutely adore him I- ya know I-I- I could go on and on but it’s great to be back playing him! It is so easy and so comfortable, and I just absolutely love him!

Scott: and an- a bit like Captain Jack, Torchwood is immortal! What- what um, did you ever think when you were filming back in Cardiff Bay almost a decade ago that uh, you’d be playing the part ten years on in Palm springs? in 80-degree heat?

John B: Correct. I mean for uh I-I'm obviously I'm in Palm Springs doing all the recordings as everybody else is in the UK and we're doing it kind of over—which is very Torchwood—we’re doing it over the kind of wire across oceans and continents. But its uh, ya know what, I would be lie- I- I uh- I'm gonna- I'm gonna just be honest here. I kn- I knew he was gonna be a part of my life for a very very long time, because I as a little boy who was a very big Doctor Who fan, uh when I was- uh when I got the role of Captain Jack and then also was given uh the tv show Torchwood, um I knew that I was gonna be part of what I call The Whovian World, which uh you're a part of for the rest of your life (Scott: mm) So, whether it was something uh- uh and I know the fans, I know the fans are passionate about it. I just knew they had to keep bringing him back and lo-and- behold, they have. And it’s- it’s great, it’s great to see that they’re finally getting, uh particularly at Big Finish they’re- they’re finally getting that there is an audience out there that is, ya know, hungry for more Torchwood. and I’m so gr- so glad and very grateful to you guys for doing this.

Scott: This isn’t, of course, the first time Torchwood has ventured into the audio world. There were the radio 4 dramas a few years back. (John B: correct there are.) But um how d- how do the mediums differ?

John B: What you have to remember is things have to be more, uh this is gonna sound bizarre i-i-i- things have to be a little more heightened. Because you’re not visual. You have to get it across uh w- eh with your voice or with your- you know like if I was trying- eh- if I was showing that I was a little disturbed or upset with you I might eh- on television just do a look to you but when I’m talking to you on a recording I would do a (exaggerated sigh). And so that’s the- it’s those little nuances that you have to get used to. And what’s really lovely is the team that is involved are able to help you and- and say things like you know uh-um you know do a- a little sigh here and a little sigh there. Particularly Scott, our director (both laugh) (Scott: well the joy-) which funny I'm-(breaks off laughing)

Scott: -of you weirdly being in different continents and uh you know on separate microphones is you have the freedom to react and uh people’s lines which you may not do if you’re all in the same scene round a single microphone and you need to you know get the scissors in so um

John B: Well, I- I think y- that- th-the fact that we're separated because once w- uh you know let's hope this is- this goes phenomenally well and there’s gonna be more down the line. Because I guarantee you, its gonna take twice as long. Because we are crazy, and we love to have a laugh, but we like to get the work done. But that’s what is so wonderful about Torchwood; the people who are involved uh th- the people who played the other characters, you know like um- we- like Ianto and Gwen and uh you know we had um uh Tosh and Owen. All of us, we were a family! And we uh still, when we see each other these days, and if we're at a convention or we're doing something that is related to- still to Torchwood uh we- we come together as a family again and its- its glorious! It’s absolutely glorious! so I hope there’s more to come!

Scott: Absolutely and uh you know it’s no secret that you’re a big fan of Torchwood, you really love it. What do you think is uh the appeal of the series?

John B: I think the appeal of the series uh to the fans and also to me is that we were one of the first shows to represent actually, uh kind of real people with real emotions. And I say that proudly because, Captain Jack was- uh we- we call him omnisexual, but a lot of people have taken- taken that into different realms by saying you know, asexual, bisexual, or he’s gay, dadadadada. Captain Jack is a- is a- is a being who enjoys the company of others and that’s the way I look at it. BUT we opened the doors for so many other people to start talking about so many different things because I’m very proud as an actor to partly be one of the first openly uh gay, uh I mean I know there’s other openly gay actors out there, but, openly gay actors, playing a HERO. (Scott: Hmm.) Who, which is- which is probably one of the first. Because it was in uh-uh-uh Christopher Eccleston, the ninth doctor, uh in the- the first uh time we saw Captain Jack, Empty Child, and the first line that Jack was out of his mouth where you thought "uh-oh this is a different kinda guy" he says to another man in the room, "nice bottom" (chuckles)

Scott: Indeed, and the first male companion to kiss doctor who! So,

John B: Ab- absolutely! But again those are all things. We were groundbreaking. We really didn’t—and I think this is another point—we never ever treated our audience as being dumb. We never dumbed things down. We kept it smart we kept it uh- you know moving fast and we kept it uh- kept it going and the audience appreciated that.

Scott: And we- uh we were talking earlier about how a whole new generation are finding Torchwood now. Those who grew up with Doctor Who uh are now at an age where they can enjoy Torchwood! So, there’s a- a new influx of people discovering the series for the first time!

John B: Yeah, it’s really interesting for me because I- you know I like- well, I'm just gonna toot my own horn here. I’ve been keeping the Torchwood brand alive for quite a long time by going to different conventions. And although I'm now involved in the DC world, uh the Torchwood world led me to the DC world in a way because we- it wa- it was, in fact, because our producers Andrew Kreisberg and Greg Berlanti and Marc Guggenheim were huge fans of Torchwood and they called me up in my home in Palm Springs, offered me the job and I- the same passion they had, I sat and spoke with Phil Collinson and uh Russell T about it and I just said I have to do it. But the the- uh what- what is interesting, I've watched over the last five or so years, five or six years, kids who are getting introduced to the- to Doctor Who are learning about our characters Captain Jack, you know uh, Martha, um you know all the d- all the different you kn- uh Rose all the- all the characters that they’re getting introduced to so they’re- they’re wanting to know more about them which is bringing, the audience then goes back. And they’ve said this to me, they said, we'd saw you on Doctor Who and now we're going back and watching Torchwood because we're now old enough and also, we just were introduced to this through Doctor Who bu- it’s- it’s a cycle of, it’s just never-ending it’s amazing!

Scott: Mm. And you talk about keeping the Torchwood flame alive and you know you’ve been more actively involved than most leading men would be. You even wrote a Torchwood novel with your sister (John B: I did.) about Captain Jack. How was the experience of that?

John B: Uh Exodus Code is the- the novel that we wrote and it- it was amazing because again, for me to uh structure everything with uh my sister Carol and to tell her the stories and to really become, well, to be Jack again, and to put it on a page it was a very interesting process for me but a great process. Great to keep the spirit of jack alive and to keep the character alive! Uh its fans again, they love the novel and also with the comic book that my sister and I wrote, the Torchwood comic book uh which was for Titan Comics, and it was about the selkie. That- uh- that you can’t find! That’s going for hundreds of pounds an dollars on the internet because it was so popular. So, I like to think that I know captain Jack very well and of course there has to be the approval of all the other people who are on board, but I am very much wanting to keep him alive and to keep the legacy and to keep the- the kind of story, and the world of captain Jack and Torchwood alive.

Scott: Indeed. And uh I-I have to ask you mention uh you writing comic books and- and a novel um would you ever be tempted to write an audio adventure for Captain Jack and flesh out the character a bit more?

John B: Well, let’s say it right here on uh with, with you guys all listening. Uh of course! If you speak with my sister and I we will absolutely love, we would love to write something uh for Captain Jack and an adventure, and uh you know even for the team. So, yes! absolutely! No questions Asked!

Scott: Fantastic. And finally, to wrap up this uh this lovely interview to a- a lovely day. What do you think Big Finish fans and Torchwood fans uh generally have to look forward to in future?

John B: I am looking forward to doing a lot more of these. and I know that a lot of the fans ask me all the time “bring Torchwood back” and they say it to me like I am the sole person who can do it (Scott chuckles) you know, but you know what? It’s a team effort and we’re bringing it back and uh showing the support for this and for the- the things that Big Finish are doing with Torchwood, this will mean that there is gonna be more. I want to do more. and I know if I’m saying w- in ONE word, what can fans expect? Torchwood.

Scott: Mr. John Barrowman, Thank you very much for a lovely day.

John B: You’re very welcome, thank you.

Scott: Uh listeners, thank you for listening well be back with you very soon! Take care, buh-bye!

John B: Byee!

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