#((oh my god this took 87 years))

[luvrlou]

"I Didn't Know You Could Read."

Pairing: Vance Hopper x fem!reader

Summary: It seems Vance Hopper is smarter than he looks.

Warning: swearing

A/N: she's backkkkk (and bearing a tiny fic)

Word Count: 0.8k

The bell had just rung to signify the end of your maths class, however, you had been asked at the beginning of the class to stay behind and talk to your teacher.

You stood up from your seat and walked towards your teacher, Mr Kelly. You cleared your throat and stood in front of his desk.

"So, Y/N I expect you know what this is about." he spoke dryly, looking up at you while pushing his glasses up his nose.

You groan softly and nod. You knew this was about your grades as it was safe to say maths was not your strong point.

The older man continued, "as we both know... you have failed every test we have took this semester, which only means you will have to be tutored."

"Yes, I understand." You answer meekly, embarrassed by being called out on your mathematical ability.

He picked up on your tone and tutted, "there is no need to feel down about this as there are many tutors out there. Now of course if you don't feel like spending any money on a tutor I can contact our top student in the maths department to help you."

You nodded, "I'd prefer that," you chuckled, "I'd rather not have my dad find out I'm failing."

He pursed his lips, "okay, sounds good, I'll have you meet them in the library after school."

You smile awkwardly at him and then walk out of the class, at least you wouldn't have to study with anyone you knew very well, it would probably be one of those self-centred nerds.

Oh how wrong you were.

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You walked into the library with all of your maths equipment and sat down at an empty table waiting for your tutor to arrive.

Your pen battered against the desk as you sat there impatiently. "God, can you stop that?" You looked up and gasped lightly. It was Vance Hopper.

"Don't tell me you're my tutor." You groaned, dramatically throwing your head onto the table.

He huffed and sat down across from you, "quit complaining, I'm giving up my good time to help you."

You looked up at him, "I thought Mr Kelly was getting the top student in the maths department to help me."

"You're looking at him."

You couldn't help but laugh, "you? seriously?"

"Yeah me! How is that such a surprise?" He spoke sternly, crossing his arms over himself.

"I didn't know you could read! Nevermind be some maths genius!" You laughed harder.

He looked at you straight-faced, "do you want help, or do you want to continue to be a failure."

You rolled your eyes, "well that was rude."

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It's been about 2 months now since your first tutor session with Vance, and surprisingly that boy was a genius. After all the sessions you and him had started to grow a friendship.

"So Vance, my test is tomorrow!" You smiled, leaning your head onto your hands.

"Which means if you pass I can get my Thursday nights back," he tilted his head as he spoke.

"Am I really that bad to tutor?" You chuckled lightly.

He smiled at you, "to tutor yes... but you're quite nice to talk to."

His words made you flush lightly, "aw that's sweet!"

"Yeah, yeah don't get used to it." He laughed and leaned back in his seat.

You and Vance sat and studied for about an hour and a half, sharing a few laughs here and there as you worked. It was nice. If you told yourself 2 months ago that you would be enjoying Vance Hopper's presence you would tell yourself to fuck off.

As you were packing up your things Vance turned to you, "come and find me tomorrow and tell me what your results are," he smiled sweetly.

"Will do Vance."

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You had gotten 87%. That is the first time you have passed a test in maths ever since you were 12 years old. You had to find Vance.

You left the class immediately after the bell rang, as soon as you left you scoured the hallways for your curly-headed friend. You speed-walked up and down the corridors, then you spotted him.

He was standing with his group of friends when you found him, you approached him cautiously, you weren't exactly acquainted with his friends.

"Vance..." you meekly spoke, causing him to immediately turn around and smile while his friends looked at you confused.

"How did you do?" He asked, looking down at you.

You grinned up at him, "I got a 87!"

His smile grew wider, "actually?" You nodded excitedly, "I'm so proud of you Y/N!"

"and you now have free Thursday nights again!" You laughed.

His smile faltered as he gazed at you, "well about that, I thought we could maybe do something tonight."

"Are you asking me on a date Vance?" You chuckled.

He made a face before speaking, "...maybe?"

"Pick me up at 6," you grinned and placed a kiss on his cheek before walking away up the hallway.

[idle-soliloquy]

🎶 🛫 When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen that remind you of Clegan (MOTA) and publish them. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) (@onyxsboxes so i can add your replies to the playlist) 🛫 🎶 -@c-goldthorn

Oh, damn, let's goo!

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to him I cannot listen to this song now and not think about Bucky after he got shot down over Germany, and went looking for Gale.

Ether Cain is a revelation. But this song specifically, fuck.

What I wouldn't give to be in Church this Sunday Listening to the choir, so heartfelt, all singing God loves you, but not enough to save you So, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself

So I said fine, 'cause that's how my daddy raised me If they strike once then you just hit 'em twice as hard But in the end, if I bend under the weight that they gave me Then this heart would break and fall as twice as far

These lines will forever remind me of A Kingdom for a Kiss by @swifty-fox.

Pain, pain, pain (delicious pain).

I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you 're mine, I walk the line

This is so John, breaks my heart each time I listen.

And man, am I the greatest My congratulations All my love and patience All my admiration All the times I've waited For you to want me naked I made it all look painless Man, am I the greatest

I think I might actually start crying.

Will always remind me of Up in Our Bedroom by @steeseman (yep, im crying)

Imagine this scene:

Gale dies at 87.

He wakes up, and he's back at Thorpe Abbots, right at the door to the Officers Club. He walks in... and there's Bucky by the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey. (Only, Bucky's dead, has been dead for years).

Bucky looks up, sees Gale.

He smiles. "What took you so long?"

On the bar, a glass of ginger ale, waiting for Gale to reach for it. But before he has a chance to do so, or to respond (I'm sorry, I'm so sorry it took so long. God, I've missed you), Bucky takes him by the hand, and leads him to the dance floor.

"I knew you'd dance with me before the night is over."

The band is playing, and they start swaying to the music...

I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 97. brb x oc

a/n: ah, i just love them you know. Also next chapter is smutty fluff so be prepared <3

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, rooster being the protective husband, mentions of bullying

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Beatrice washes her hands for a few seconds, humming happily to herself because she couldn’t hope for anything better. Rooster is a wonderful partner,husband,father, lover, he’s everything she’s ever wanted and more, her smile only widening when she looks at her reflection in the mirror.

She also takes another look at herself, turning her body left and right with her lower lip between her teeth, “Oh,I look good.” she looks at her ass, pulling the dress a bit just so it’d cover her butt a bit more but she’s loving herself so much. Beatrice sighs happily, closing her eyes briefly to smile more.

God she loved him so much. 

It was almost painful, but a good pain, a pain that reminds you are alive every time.

Her husband not only was a wonderful man, he was smart and he was funny and he was the most handsome guy she had ever met…and he had those arms and legs…and butt. She giggles like the sixteen years old Bea would with a crush, bouncing a bit on the spot before shaking herself, “Okay,okay,I need to calm down.” but she’s still gleefully laughing to herself, “Okay, easy Bea. Easy.”

Beatrice took in deep breaths before shaking herself one more time, turning towards the door. As soon as she opened it though, she blinked when she saw Lydia standing there,with her hand up as if to knock, “Oh! Oh,I’m so sorry Lydia, were you waiting long?” the other woman shook her head, “Oh,okay,I’m on my way now so you ca-”

“Bea, can I talk to you?”

The brunette slowly closed the door behind her, blinking at the request but smiling, “Sure!What’s up?”

Lydia licked her lips, looking down the hallway that led to the living room where people were still talking, “Can you walk with me?”

Beatrice furrows her brows briefly but nods, “Okay,sure.”

Lydia waits for a few seconds before turning on her heel towards the left, Beatrice noticed that the hallway led to a small study, really far from everyone else and easy to muffle any noises from the inside. She smiles when Lydia tells her to enter first, looking back when the other woman gently shuts the door but keeps her hands on the wood, “...is…everything okay?”

“...yes.” Lydia replies, shoulders lifting as she inhales, “I just…I never thought I’d see you again.” she laughs softly, turning around to face Beatrice, “Sit down?”

Beatrice looks down at the very comfortable plush chair, tucking the ends of her dress under her body as she sits down, watching the other woman do the same. Lydia looked…like she was ready to cry, her smile small but present, like she couldn’t believe they were talking. “...Lydia?”

“I’m sorry…I…I’m trying to control my emotions.” she sniffles, interlacing her hands on top of her thighs, “And trying to figure out how to start.”

Beatrice,while confused, didn’t judge her reactions, “It’s okay…take your time.” she whispered, placing her own hands on top of her thighs after pulling out her phone in case Rooster called or messaged her.

Lydia rubbed her hands over her face, then met Beatrice’s eyes, “....I…I don’t know how to begin.” she says, “But I think I’ll start with what I can recall…do you remember the Big Game at school?.”

Beatrice blinked, wracking her brain for a little bit as she tries to remember what she was talking about. Pieces of memories joined together as if to complete a puzzle, it was game night, them - the Boars - versus their rival school - the Timber Wolves - and there were a lot of people there.

More than normal, Beatrice remembers. She also remembers…that she went to the bathroom and then she walked out, but not what happened while she was in there. “Yes…why?”

Lydia laughs softly, “...you,uh,we met in that bathroom.” it was like the other woman could read her mind, “We-you, well…you saw me and some girls.” she begins, “And…and they were pushing me into the toilet.” 

Beatrice blinked, furrowing her brows as her mind tried to recall it perfectly. 

She could…see more of it now. She walked into the bathroom only to stop by the door when she saw Jasmine,Tessa and Caroline shoving a girl - shorter than she was with huge glasses on her face- into one of the stalls and she froze. She didn’t know what to do, if she did anything they’d add her to their scheme.

But she couldn’t leave the other girl either.

Beatrice remembers that they met eyes, briefly, the girl trying to ask for help only to have her face turned to the toilet. The loud cackling, the laughter, everything made Beatrice’s body shiver…what could she do? She looked around a bit, then remembered that this specific bathroom always had issues with the light - the piece of tape glued to the wall with the writings ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ above the switch was enough to be a telltale sign - and she wondered if she could…do it.

When she heard the obvious sound of the toilet seat lifting, she knew she had to think fast. So she just slapped her hand on the light switch, and that made the lights above explode and in turn made the group of bullies scream in fear. Beatrice tucked herself to the corner when she heard their footsteps rushing away from the bathroom, the door slamming when they left…

Leaving her and the girl alone.

She could hear her soft sniffling, so she slowly approached the stall where she was and helped her up. She told the girl her name, but she was…almost out of it, like it wasn’t real, if she wasn’t quick they’d both be in trouble by the staff and the bullies.

But that was about it, they never talked after that so maybe that was why Beatrice just…forgot. Also her trauma did that, for safety, maybe so she wouldn’t remember and accidentally let it slip that she was the one responsible.

“You saved my life.” Lydia whispers, frowning, “But I didn’t do the same to you.”

“Huh?”

“...I saw what you went through. But…I didn’t interfere when I should’ve.” Lydia frowned, rubbing her hands together, “I should’ve done something,I saw how much you suffered but-”

“You feared the heat would go to you.” Beatrice completed, “...it’s okay,I understand. I…I honestly felt the same a lot of times,I know I’ve defended people and never expected to be defended back. It’s the bullying logic.”

“I still feel ashamed.”

Beatrice smiles gently, leaning forward to touch the other woman’s hand, “Don’t be.” she whispered, ‘Please don’t be, you aren’t…at fault for what happened to me. You really aren’t.” she couldn’t have expected this and honestly, now that she remembered everything, she almost thought it’d trigger an anxiety attack or a panic attack…but nothing happened.

She felt…so good and so happy to know that she could,somehow, amidst her own personal hell, help someone else. Beatrice's high school self really needed this and she could feel her teenager self smiling from the inside “Are you sure?”

“Yes,yes,Lydia I’m so sure.” she says,cupping her hand with both of hers, ‘Please do not put that weight on yourself. It’s not your fault,you were a kid, a teenager. So was I,what did we know?”

“...I guess so.”

“I’m happy you are better though.” she whispered, smiling at her, “I really am, because you have a wonderful life now.” Lydia’s lips quirked upwards just a bit, just enough to show her appreciation, “But I mean it…please don’t blame yourself. It’s not worth it.”

Lydia’s little smile widened a bit, “...you know,I…it’s weird, but I feel like the people who did this to us never really changed.”

“Well,some did.” Beatrice whispered, “Hannah Dreyfus is now a good friend of mine. We talk sometimes.”

“Yeah, but not the other three.”

Beatrice huffed softly,”No,not the other three.” she sighed, “But, some people are just…too set in their ways, you know? It’s not worth it getting mad or upset over. I admit that…sometimes I get scared, and nervous, but therapy helps a lot.”

Lydia just smiles at Beatrice, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” and she squeezes the brunette’s hand again, “Thank you. So much for what you did.”

Beatrice just smiled back, whispering that it was no problem. Mentally she was a mix of happy and surprised and…and just relaxed. Like it finally happened, she finally managed to close a chapter of her life and maybe she could enjoy this place with Rooster if they could. 

Yeah,she was okay.

-

He licks his thumb and forefinger as he waits for Beatrice, sitting on one of the chairs inside the house after snacking on some of the freshly cut steak, turning his head to the hallway in hopes he could see his wife anywhere. Rooster, truly, stood out amongst the group of former classmates and he wasn’t complaining.

As long as they respected Beatrice he wouldn’t have any problems.

Bradley sits with the still warm plate on his thigh, holding his head up towards the hallway and clearly not paying attention to the surroundings. Because he doesn’t see some people looking over, in fact he only notices when Hannah taps him on the shoulder, “Look smart.” she muttered, ‘You got three vultures on you.” the redhead is casually standing behind him so he has to play as if he’s not looking in the direction she pointed at.

And he tries to not do a double take because he doesn’t know what to make of the three women looking at him, “Oh God.”

“I know.” Hannah muttered, bringing the glass of lemonade to her lips, “Where’s Bea?”

“Bathroom.”

“Do you want me to check on her?”

“Please.” and Hannah immediately walks off, the music makes it hard for him to hear her calling Beatrice’s name through the door but he can see the redhead pressing her cheek against the surface to hear the inside. 

Rooster has his brows low and immediately closes his eyes when he hears feet approaching and a sudden presence appear on the chair next to his, “Hi.” he had to calm himself down, be polite but be firm, that’s what his mother always said.

“Hi.” he tosses a small smile, hating how this just…reminded him of the night at the club, with that other girl whose name he no longer cared about…or Beatrice’s cousins.

“We couldn’t help but see you,” one of them said, which one? He didn’t care “And wonder…were we classmates?”

“No.”

“Oh?” another one asks, “And what are you doing here?”

Bradley held back the sarcasm, he did, only to rub his eye with his left hand, exposing the large and thick wedding band on his finger, “I’m here with my wife.” he says, dropping his hand after rubbing his eye and he had to hold back the pleased grin when they- he blinked however when he connected the dots, “...wait a minute, you three- I know you three.”

And that only made them forget the sudden disappointment, “Really?” one of them asked, the shortest one, “You do?”

“Yeah…you three bullied my wife in high school.” silence. Absolute silence is what he gets, everyone else around them still talks, music is still going but those three women just stare at him in shock. His pose changes, he’s taller now, no longer relaxed and his eyes were narrowed, “She told me about you.” he looked ready to murder them with words, if they thought they’d get anything out of him they were clearly wrong.

But Beatrice’s voice, alongside Hannah’s and another woman, made him look back to the hallway and his angry façade melted into a grin when he saw her. She turned to face him, her smile widening, “Hi,Roos!” she grins, speeding her step to meet him, cupping his face in her hands to kiss him in front of her former bullies.

Did he mind?

No.

He just enjoyed that delicious watermelon lip gloss and the way her hands felt on his skin, “Sorry,I was talking to Lydia.” she explains once she breaks the kiss, looking back to where Lydia was, standing next to Hannah.

“That’s fine,” he looks down at the still steaming plate in his hand, “I got you something.”

“Ohh, shrimp! Thank you.” she giggles, finally looking up to see those vultures still hovering by, faces red and angry because of her presence? Good if that was the case, “...well, do you want to stay here or should we go outside?”

“I don’t mind.” he smirks, “Whatever you want,gorgeous.”

Beatrice smiles back, looking down at his legs before turning around and sitting on his lap. Without warning but again, who was he to complain when his wife was so lovingly sweet whenever she wanted to be? “I like it here.” she says, bringing a shrimp skewer to her lips, yanking one of them into her mouth.

Bradley chuckles, pressing his chin to her shoulder and giving the three women a nasty look, almost daring them to say anything about this. Try it, he thinks, try and see what happens. It’s their confused “Beatrice is your wife?” that makes both of them look over at the three women.

Rooster’s large hand settles on the expanse of her thigh, the not so subtle squeeze on the flesh as he smirks, “She is.” he coos, kissing the underside of her jawline, “She’s my gorgeous wife.” and it’s like they’ve been slapped. Because back in the first ‘reunion’ as Beatrice told him, they were surprised but didn’t seem to get that it wasn’t high school anymore and there was no way they’d make her feel like shit.

And while she was nervous when she arrived, it was the complete opposite now. Now it was like someone turned the light switch and Beatrice was glowing. Her legs swung back and forth as she remained seated on his lap, chewing on the grilled shrimp with a pleased smile, “I am his wife.” she wiggles her ring finger, “Isn’t it amazing?”

It was amazing to see those women, who obviously hadn’t grown from high school age, just look even more deflated. Much like Beatrice’s former friends were, they couldn’t understand that the girl who was humiliated so much back then turned into…someone with confidence, someone who was loved by an amazing man and someone who had a very successful life in her very own way.

Rooster had his lips on her shoulder when the three women shuffled out of the house, scoffing, annoyed and angry because they couldn’t act like they were sixteen anymore. His laughter was a bit muffled but it made Beatrice look towards him, “Oh they were mad.”

“They were.” she giggles,kissing his forehead after wiping her lips with a napkin, “Let them.”

“Hmhm.” he kisses her cheek in return, looking back to where he saw Lydia talking to Thomas, the other officer hugging his wife close, “What did you two talk about?”

Beatrice slows her chewing, her smile widening before she explains everything to him. She couldn’t help the sting in her eyes when she told Rooster why Lydia wanted to talk, why she couldn’t remember and why it was so important that she showed up. Her husband just watched with interest, his hand coming up to quickly wipe a single tear that dared to dribble down her eye towards her cheek but her proud smile never left.

And honestly, he was very proud of her as well. There was nothing else inside of him but pride for his wife, for his sweet and kind wife who just needed to remember how important she was from time to time. And the way her eyes glowed when she spoke, the way her laugh was quiet and almost disbelieved only made him smile more, “Oh,gorgeous…you are so fucking special,baby.” he whispers, “You know that by now,right?”

“Yeah.” she smiles shyly, “I do.”

“How’s sixteen year old Beatrice doing?” he asks, “Is she okay?”

And the brunette takes a while to reply, but when she does her grin widens, “She’s very happy. She’s very,very happy Roos.”

“Good, that’s all that matters. You feeling like staying longer?” he opens his mouth when she hovers a shrimp to his lips and he couldn’t really deny such a sweet gesture, “I kinda like you feeding me,” he says while chewing, “Kinda hot.”

Beatrice smiles, “Maybe next time I’ll feed you grapes.” she whispers, “Wearing nothing but an apron.” she whispers the last part and his pupils dilate immediately, “But answering your question…yeah,I want to stay a bit longer. I think I’m feeling…a lot better.” she bites the inside of her cheek, “Yeah,I really am.”

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write - Day 87

Prompt: If Fight Club and Hunger Games had a baby

Tags: Implied violence, human trafficking (ish?)

“If you’re looking for fireworks, you’ve come to the right place,” the regal looking man opened the door for Changmin and Chanhee.

“Thank you Seonghwa,” Chanhee dipped his head slightly. Seonghwa nodded in return. Changmin didn’t know where to look. The hallway was lit by old fashioned oil lamps on the walls. The carpet felt plush under Changmin’s dress shoes.

“What the hell kind of place is this?” Changmin asked.

“You’ll see,” Chanhee swept up his skirt as they walked into a bright amphitheater. Well dressed patrons were sitting in private boxes sipping champagne and talking among themselves. Chanhee ushered Changmin into a box. Flutes of champagne were waiting for them. Chanhee passed Changmin what looked like a program.

“Pick one you like,” he said. Changmin opened up the small book. There were pictures of men, some of them barely old enough for the moniker, with information like age, weight, height, and then a dollar amount at the bottom.

“What’s this for?” Changmin asked, pointing to the dollar amount under one picture.

“That’s how much they cost,” Chanhee replied. Changmin’s mouth dropped open.

“Okay where in god’s name have you brought me?” he asked.

“You said you wanted to see a show. This is the best show in town,” Chanhee shrugged. “Hurry up and pick one so I can pay.”

“I’m not buying a human being Chanhee. And neither are you,” Changmin started to stand up and Chanhee grabbed his wrist.

“The ones not picked will be executed,” he said.

“Executed? What the hell have you been doing in your free time?” Changmin sat back down.

“They’re prisoners. They can fight their way out but only the ones who’ve been paid for are allowed to fight in the first place,” Chanhee replied.

“What if they lose the fight?” Changmin asked.

“We get our money back. If they win, we get to take the winner home,” Chanhee.

“Why would you bring a prisoner home?” Changmin was still processing the fact that his best friend went to a fight club and bet on humans.

“Where do you think I found Haknyeon,” Chanhee asked. Changmin considered Chanhee’s personal assistant. He had a razor sharp wit and a smile like he knew something you didn’t. “Their crimes vary. Haknyeon was a money launderer.”

“You let a criminal handle your personal life?” Changmin stared.

“I prefer to call it creative accounting,” Chanhee took another sip of champagne. A chime dinged and Changmin looked up. “That’s the five minute warning. Pick one or I’ll do it for you.”

“This is wrong on so many levels,” Changmin flipped through the book and stopped when he saw a picture of a dark haired boy with curly hair and plush lips.

Kim Sunwoo

Age: 25

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 140lbs

Holding price: $50,000

“Him,” Changmin handed the book back to Chanhee.

“Perfect!” he pressed a button on the table and a man in a tuxedo walked over.

“Sirs?” he asked.

“My friend would like to hold this one,” Chanhee pointed to the page Changmin had shown him.

“Excellent choice. Would you like his file?” he asked.

“Please,” Chanhee replied and handed over his black card. Changmin felt nauseous and it wasn’t from the champagne on an empty stomach. The man left with Chanhee’s card and the book.

“File?” Changmin asked.

“It has all the details of their crimes. If you change your mind after reading it then you can pick another one,” Chanhee explained.

“Oh Jesus,” Changmin muttered. The man returned with the file and handed it to Changmin. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. As he flipped through the pages, he found his criminal record.

Sunwoo had been convicted 2 years ago of aggravated assault. The victim was left in critical condition, but eventually recovered. His sentence was a minimum of 15 years.

“Wait, you said they were executed if they lost or didn’t get picked?” Changmin asked. Chanhee nodded. “But this isn’t a death penalty case. Why agree to do this in the first place?”

“High risk, high reward. Though I have to say most of them aren’t very bright. They should just serve their sentences, but I guess this seems like the better option,” Chanhee said. “So are you going to keep him?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Changmin said. Chanhee hit the call button again and finished the transaction with the staff member. Then the amphitheater went dark.

“Welcome to the Cirque de Kooshma. I am your ringmaster Zuho,” a tall dark haired man stepped into the spotlight on the center stage.

[toonqueen]

Duckvember Day 22: Loved Duck

I was gonna try to draw Gene and Faris looking cute on a motorcycle but I have failed. I’ll try later maybe. Instead I picked a song from each of my shipping playlists. SOME CHARS I don’t have a full shipping playlist for them but I have shipping songs on their character playlist if that makes sense lol.  TUMBLR will only let me post 10 links at a time so I will reblog this with more links and info. Next part coming in a second!

Duck Revenger  x Alpha (Nega Donald and Nega Uno)

So I have a headcanon for Negaverse Donald and Alpha would still kinda be heroes. But of course, being the Negaverse, they have more edgy drama. Also Uncle Scrooge is evil and they have to deal with that. 

Duke L’Orange x OC Gallery 

Gallery belongs to @fluxchix

This is actually from a playlist I made for a story that took place wayyy in the future where Gallery is resurrected by magic and Duke’s been alive for a good thousand years (also because of magic.) LOOK it’s a long story. There was space travel and mysteries it was great okay. 

AND THEN here’s a normal shipping song I always think of them with: 

Faustina (OC for Ducktales/Darkwing)

GOD her shipping playlist just has so many good songs in it to pick one is hard. It’s not having her shipped with anyone in particular just how she does relationships lolol. Lot of the songs make her sound worse than she really is I swear. >_>  Two for her

Also this song this has gore:

Non Gore version: 

Fethry x Poe (Ducktales 2017)

So I ship these two for my headcanons for 87/comic blend universe. Poe and Fethry in that universe don’t start being an item until Magica and Gladstone have been together for awhile. I don’t really have a playlist for that ship because there isn’t really any drama to it to have a playlist lololol. For 2017 I have Poe being an active villain so of course more dramaaa. This playlist has a lot of Raven based songs but the main one I picked to show is just a nice angst with a twist ha.

Gene x Djinn

Oh lawd I’ve been trying to fill their shipping play list for more happy songs because MOST of their story is happy. It’s just easy to find songs for when that ONE bad thing happens. (*cough* Merlock *cough.)

Grimstone (Nega Gladstone) x OC Sheldrake Netta

My headcanon for Nega Gladstone is up to stuff with @cataradical OC’s Sheldrake. But they are both bastards so their playlist is full of bastard love songs. 

[temunitu]

John Bishop, 2012 Irma, Rise Karai, 1987 Donatello

ooh, a bunch!

John Bishop (i assume you mean 2003?)

First impression: woag. cool government guy :] tryna slice my boi D:

Impression now: oh my god holy shit. he’s the coolest guy ever and the most intimidating (sorry shredder)

Favorite moment: uhhh the train one. y’know. or like the battle over splinter. just. wow. love that guy. y’know what i don’t HAVE a favorite moment all of his moments are good

Idea for a story: hhhhhhngf i would like to know more about his past so. i’d probably do that. OR i would do the concept of the canceled FF episode where he teams up with turtle titan. if done right, their dynamic would be hilarious

Unpopular opinion: i have mixed feelings on his redemption. on the one hand, it feels natural for him to become President, but on the other hand, i don’t really like it how one of the coolest villains got redeemed??? he seems so set in his ways and i get that it’s possible he’d have a change of heart, but it would have to be BIG and i don’t really feel like it was in FF, y’know?

Favorite relationship: he’s kinda a lone wolf so there’s not many options…? the gay little look he and stockman give each other in fast forward was GREAT though

Favorite headcanon: body horror body horror body horror boDY HORROR. i mean it’s canon but it’s so good

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2012 Irma

First impression: oh cool! another iteration of irma!! :] (please don’t be a love interest, please don’t be a love interest…)

Impression now: fine, i guess? good that she’s not a love interest. the utrom council take was new, which was kinda a cool concept.

Favorite moment: probably the reveal for kraang subprime. i love his VA and the panic of Irma’s head swiveling was funny.

Idea for a story: human irma moves to town. shenanigans ensue

Unpopular opinion: i liked evil irma more than “rook” or whatever the utrom council’s codename/rank was.

Favorite relationship: there’s not really many options... it was nice for april to have a normal friend for once i guess

Favorite headcanon: what. what headcanons? does anyone have any???

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Rise Karai

First impression: whoa!! could it be???????? my queen my darling the light of my life?????? IT IS :D

Impression now:

Favorite moment: ALL OF THEM SHUT UP but especially when mikey gives her the drawing 🥹

Idea for a story: i need to be honest. i had an idea for a story BEFORE we knew about karai in rise - i made a version of her that was heavily based off 2003 karai. except she was part of a prophesy and said to wield the armor. this was back when season one hadn’t even completely aired. ANYWAY now i would do just about anything to get the canceled episodes we were PROMISED BY NICKELODEON of the boys bonding with gam-gam karai

Unpopular opinion: my only complaint is that we didn’t see more of her. i know that’s not unpopular but it’s all i’ve got

Favorite relationship: hm…

Favorite headcanon: i think she should slay at air hockey idc if she was trapped for years she’s just that good

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1987 Donatello

First impression: haha NERD

Impression now: oh wait he’s. Unhinged

Favorite moment: in the ninja sword of nowhere, they’re in battle with shredder and donnie tries to bat a watermelon at shredder with his bo. he just ends up covered in watermelon bits fjsjfhs why did he think that would woRK (maybe not my fav moment but it’s the first that comes to mind that sticks out)

Idea for a story: heard a tidbit from the show where donatello has a monologue about how they’re “outcasts from society” so i’d either do an angsty thing like that OR put that kid in the theatre he was killing it with the drama

Unpopular opinion: 87 in general gets a lot of complaints cuz people don’t wanna sit through 10 seasons (which tbf i’m still tryna get through) but like. it’s SO entertaining. i am a little disappointed that turtles forever took the route of making fun of 87 :/ donatello is no less smart just cuz his world’s logic is cheesier than other iterations

Favorite relationship: donnie and raph in 87 are like. so fun together

Favorite headcanon: i’m not well versed in the 87 side of the tmnt fandom but i think donatello is a theatre kid and no one can tel lie otherwise. put him in a lil costume and send him out on stage ok he has a LOT of pent-up drama and sass

[skepticalarrie]

my grandma (87) is visiting right now, yesterday in the evening she took Harry's Vogue out of my bookshelf. she looked at the pictures and asked if i know how old that man is. i answered that he was 26 years old at that time and explained that he is a famous singer. she smiled and said, if only a third of this generation is like him, the future is bright. (i had to share this because i can not stop smiling ever since)

Oh my god, this is the sweetest thing 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love your grandma!! 😭

[changedlives]

Regarding my undocumented father

Bishop, I just wanted to say thank you for all your guidance directions your pop-ups your fasting its helped and bless me and my family specially, my father, my father‘s been here in the United States for 50 some years and he’s always been undocumented. Thank God he was able to work all this years. Once he couldn’t work his wife divorced him kicked him and sent him back to his biological kids, to take care of, which we did Last year he decided we leave to Mexico. He said he wanted to go back to his roots. Once he got to Mexico he was depressed and wanted to come back but there was no way of coming back because he was on documented. And once you go back, you have a 10 year penalty and you won’t be able to do nothing after 10 years. I prayed and ask God to guide me and direct my steps so I searched on the web, I pray to God to help me to find away away to bring them back the right legal way so all this time we’ve been praying with you fasting, and about two weeks ago, you said we were going to see God do something that we never seen him do before and that we’re gonna know that it was God. The only explanation is God that said my dad had his interview on 2/22/2024 with the Mexican embassy. They were going to take pictures fingerprints when he got there to the embassy officer They only took his picture they said oh no we don’t need your fingerprints because you’re 87 years old your picture is enough, they took his picture they got his passport stamped it and told him his Mexican passport stamped and approved he’s approved, they told him he will receive the approval in 3 -4 weeks and he will be able to travel with the approval in four weeks, God is so faithful prayer giving writing the vision and not giving up we can do all things through Christ God we can do all things thank you to harvest for standing with me in prayer. Thank you Pastor for your direction and your guidance. God’s love for his children

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 87 - apple cutting while watching my spouse play Ghost of Tsushima

At this point I was still okay with the way Georgie reacts. She wants to know what's going on, but Jon won't tell her (understandably at this point). Someone is sending Jon weird stuff to HER address and neither know why or how they managed to find out where he's at, that is intimidating. Also she is clearly worried about Jon.

GERTRUDE "Committed to tape 4th of April, 2015. Gertrude Robinson recording." - Oh ok, that strongly speaks for her death date being in May 2015 and not March 2015. However, in RL the eclipse was actually in March, but on the 20th and not the 15th. But yeah, TMA and dates XD Agnes also died in 2006 and still somehow met with Gertrude in 2008.

So the statement-giver doesn't notice small changes, or even not so small ones. I'm the exact opposite. Hyper-aware of surroundings.

"Megan, she said her name was, and that we’d spoken on the phone. She was very still when she said this, and seemed to be waiting for me to respond, so I grabbed my tools, and told her to show me to the plughole. She seemed a bit taken aback by this" - Megan waiting for the shoe to drop but it doesn't happen xD

God, I forgot how funny this statement was!

Megan, Megan Shaw from MAG 1, right?

JON "What strikes me more than anything else here is the date. It’s only a year or so before she died." - Excuse me Jon, do you not know when you started working in the Archives?? The event happened only half a year before the recording of the statement and the recording took place only a month before Gertrude died…

What strikes me more, come to think of it, is that the ritual of the Dark was actually closer than the Unknowing (like, literally in a month!) and we don't hear any plans for counter-measuring that from Gertrude. When did she start to suspect rituals of a single entity would fail no matter what?

Omnom ice cream van! We don't have things like that in Austria :( Circuses also rarely drive through the village anymore to announce their shows.

GEORGIE "No, you need to stop." JON "I’m not sure I can." - Oh, if only he knew that it was indeed something he can't stop…

Love how the Stranger is all about being subtle in its changes to make the person noticing feel unsettled but had to change tactic against its very nature to become as obvious as a red nose only so sebastian can be scared

[scummy-writes]

Oh god I'm doing it. I'm putting it under a cut for everyone's sake.

I posted 766 times in 2022

255 posts created (33%)

511 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@scummy-writes (lmao)

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly

@alby-rei

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@shookspearewrites

I tagged 480 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#ikemen vampire - 202 posts

#ikevamp - 201 posts

#q - 87 posts

#smut - 74 posts

#ikevamp isaac - 66 posts

#ikevamp arthur - 59 posts

#ikemen vampire isaac - 57 posts

#ikemen vampire arthur - 54 posts

#replies - 40 posts

#ikevamp theo - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#vincent is wanting to set up painting outside somewhere and isaac runs into him trying to lug a bunch of stuff out and offers to help

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Musings

Pairing: Isaac/Mc(Reader)

Rating: Mature (there is not explicit sex, but still references/light discussion of sex)

Words: 889

Note: A short, unbeta'd and spur of the moment piece about 'Mc' asking a burning question or two after Isaac thoroughly spoiled them in bed.

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The night air was a relief as you rested on your bed, thankful the cool breeze coming from the window Isaac opened reached your burning cheeks. His usual shyness at your naked body was long discarded, his mind too busy with making sure you were comfortable as he came back to the bed, settling in beside you to kiss your temple.

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100 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#4

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,226

Tags: Masturbation, guilty pleasures, Isaac is a bit hard on himself

Full fic under the cut!

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It wasn’t often that Isaac was unable to sleep due to a certain flavor of… excitement. Though he had climbed into bed a couple of hours ago, he found himself with a peculiar itch nagging at him, causing him to uncomfortably toss and turn as he tried to calm his racing mind in any way that wasn’t what his body craved. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose as a heavy sigh escaped, eyes slowly blinking open to stare at the ceiling. The earlier talks with Jean and Napoleon, while the three of them bathed, were circling his restless thoughts still. They left him plagued, nearly wanting to beg with his mind for entertaining the heated thoughts that lingered.

Why, oh why, were the others so intent on bringing you up in the baths?

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134 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#3

I've been doin some...Journaling? To destress and try not to get anxious so much, but it is Simp Journaling. Thought I'd share because I think it looks Neat but messy

Isaac's spread:

Arthur's spread:

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138 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

This request is...old. like. Embarrassingly old to the point where I don't think the requester is even into ikevamp anymore- that old.

But. I wanted a small writing warm up while on my lunch break, so I whipped this up and the context of the ask is needed- so I took a screenshot so I wouldn't bother the person who asked, haha...

Short, unbeta'd since it's a request I'm using as a warm up, gets a little heated because while Mc might be innocent, Arthur is a pervert at heart (even if he's a sweetheart).

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This… was torture. Divine torture; pain that was worth bearing just to have you so close to him, but Gods, Arthur was suffering so.

You wiggled your hips as you settled in his lap, ignoring the wooden chair creaking as you leafed through the pages on his desk, "hm, you've written a lot today! Are you sure you're hitting writer's block, Arthur?"

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156 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Suitors reacting to Mc riding their thigh

Rating: explicit, minors dni

Suitors: Isaac, Arthur, Vincent

Prolouge: It happens as the two of you paw at the other's clothes, stumbing onto the bed between biting kisses. The lust is swirling through your mind, taking most reason away until you're whining, worked up to the point of throwing your leg over his thigh and seeking relief for the burning arousal coursing through you…

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185 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Damn, I'm surprised over a lot of this LMAO. I'm surprised my #1 post was something random I just wrote super spur of the moment, *almost* didn't post since I wanted to add Theo and Comte but couldn't think of what to write, and finally said 'fuck it' and posted. Wow.

I am also surprised about my lil journal pages being popular too. I really want to do another one when I have the mental and physical energy to, haha.

I am happy that Isaac jacking off made it to the top five. It's as nature intended.

[lassodreams]

So as we know Zach is in New Zealand until September. Before we dated I used to be a whore lmao like having 3 guys on rotation having sex 4-5 times a week. When Zach and I started dating it went to 1-2 times a week and then we're he's away at school I only see hime once a month. Now I'm going on 1 month, no dick :( so sad for me. I really enjoy sex and even as an ~emotional woman~ I never get too attached. Casual is okay with me.

Instead of cheating I'm just going to fantasy about this one guy who lives in my neighborhood, who I keep running into. The following is a false situation. The only things that are true are how we get and when I saw him again (I did not share my phone number with him). Lol for legal reasons I feel like I need to state that.

One of my favorite antique stores is closing, they have been in the city for 28 years and the owner decided to sell the building. This was the last weekend they were open and it was also my payday weekend. I budget $50 to spend on whatever I wanted. I put on a red polka dot dress that was a halter top and a white cardigan and walked out to the bus stop. My dress was long and it was windy, I sort of felt like Marylin Monroe but I had biker shorts on so I wouldn't flash anyone. I held my dress down while waiting for the bus about 10 more minutes.

A guy was walking over, wore all black, 5'11, dark blonde hair and a five o'clock shadow. He was attractive. If say he's in his mid to late 30s. He sat on the bench I was standing next to. I was reading all of the event posters to see if there was anything that looked worth going to.

"I hate working nights, but ya know gotta make money" he said, his voice was a little raspy but not like a traditional Pittsburgh accent.

"oof nights do suck, I hope it's not slow for you" I replied.

"no, it's actually going to be one of our busiest days"

"well then it should go back fast."

"I hope so, I also work as a carpenter most days but this is the season to make money because I don't like to work in the winter time."

God I wish it were me I thought, im living from paycheck to paycheck.

"good for you" I said with a smile I wasn't sure how else to contribute to the conversation.

"you smell good, I like that perfume and I see you took a shower and all that jazZ, where are you headed off too?"

I felt myself blush, my boyfriend can't smell so he never compliments me and I get gifted expensive perfumes from my parents.

I laughed, "yeah all the jazz, thank you--"

"of course, you're welcome"

"I'm heading to an antique store in the strip, they are closing and having a huge sale so I want to see what's going on"

His eyes got big when he looked at me, " oh my god, that one in the strip is closing? If I would have known I would have gone! I like collecting mid-century things"

I smiled, "that's so cool! I collect Jeanette glassware and the occasional wedgwood."

"I live in the towers and have an extra garage space for my collections plus when people move out they tend to leave a lot of cool things behind and I just take those"

"oh good to know, I am moving in August maybe I'll see if there's something I want."

"where are you moving to?"

"oh uhhh just a half mile away from here, there's an apartment with a balcony"

"I'm Scott by the way, and you are?" He stuck out his hand. I saw that we had a wound on his thumb

"My name is Meg" I shook his hand, he had a firm grip.

"Pretty name" he got up and that's when I heard a bus rolling up. 75, I was waiting for 87. "Well this is my bus. See you around."

"Bye Scott, have fun at work!" I smiled and waved. He looked back at me and smiled. He got on and the bus drove off.

I was smiling, men don't approach me often and so I felt giddy. I'll probably never see him again but nice to meet someone in town.

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Thursday rolled around and I decided it was going to be in the 60s today I will wear a skirt and a long jacket. I missed the first bus so I had to wait for the next one at 7:13. Even though I am wearing a long jacket I'm still afraid of flashing people when though I do have booty shorts under so it's not like anyone will see my hole. Lol

I pick up a free newspaper to see what is happening this weekend. I looked up a saw a white pick up truck slow down and roll down the window. Oh God a cat call at 7am, I'm too old to deal with this (I'm 25 lol). I see it has supplies and tools on the back as well.

The truck comes up to me, I recognize it's Scott.

"Hi Meg! How are you!" He says in the passenger seat and a big grin.

I smiled back, "getting ready to go to work Scott, how are you?"

"Much better since I get to see you this morning."

"you're so cheeky"

"I bet you like that about me." And sure he was right, but I'm dating someone so I can't just agree. I smiled.

"meg, what are you doing Friday? Give me your number." I mean my bf is in new Zealand. I don't have any plans with my girl friends...is it wrong to want to make a new friend? Probably because we both know this flirting. But I enjoy the validation, I rarely talk to my bf. I know I'm in the wrong and yet I find myself giving him my phone number.

The light turned green, "I'll text you. Dress something like you are right now." He looked me up and down and waved as he rode off. I blushed and waved back.

Fuck, I'm in trouble.

Although I'm not all of the blame, this skirt makes my boyfriend go insane. He can't keep his eyes or hands off me. I love when he undresses me, he put so much care into appreciating my body. He's so gentle. I miss him.

After work I walk to the bus stop and I see three guy behind me. This time I don't have a jacket on. I check my make sure my skirt is pulled down and look back at them. All of their hands turn down and they look so guilty as if they weren't playing attention to my hands running over my curves.

Maybe it's just my whore mentality but every now and then I enjoy being looked at like a piece of meat. Especially corporate men. They all had hands in their slacks, one looked up at me and made eye contact and immediately looked down. God, I want to be fucked so bad. I need to go on a walk when I get back.

-- for clarification and legality the following did not happen--

3:05pm.

Unsaved number text me "Hi Meg, this is Scott. I'm thinking dinner at J. Tambellini maybe gelato after, and if desired a night cap at my place."

I'm wet already, what is this guy reading my mind? Italian, gelato and walkies and drinks?? That's all I need to be a happy girl. I need to control myself. I have to tell this guy I have a boyfriend, a good one, he just...far right now. I close my phone. I'll text him when I'm on the bus to back home.

4:15 on the bus.

"Sure, I'll be home around 5:15pm, what time is dinner?" I sent, that looked detached right? Like ugh sure whatever, right? God I can't believe I'm over thinking a tone of my text. I taught myself better than that. I didnt save his number.

I look down at what I'm wearing, it's cute. Red two piece with a black cardigan. But the restaurant we are going to see nicer. I'm probably just going to wear my black date night dress that Zach loves.

" 7pm is the reservation do you need a ride? I know you take the bus. Just let me know I can come get you. Don't worry I don't drive a truck." He texted me back 2 minutes after. I cannot give this man my address. Also bold of him to assume I just ride the bus bc I don't have a car. It's actually that I have a car but hate waiting and paying attention in traffic. Especially bc I travel during rush hour. Nice to know he doesn't drive a truck. But the restaurant is a 10 minute walk and I'll be fine. I will be a little chilly so I won't sweat, the streets are well lit too.

5:15pm I get home.

"thanks Scott, don't need a ride. See you then." I texted back . Oh and ps I have a boyfriend. I should have said this but I catch myself shaving my legs and trimming everything else. I'm delusional. And I believe in karma. My boyfriend doesn't deserve this. But nothing will happen...right?

I set an alarm for a 45 minute nap. Before I shut my eyes I send my boyfriend a quick miss you and love you message and some memes. It's Saturday afternoon and I know he's going hiking with his friends over there so he'll be busy. I send him a picture to show him how hot I am. My eyes and face are from a 90s inspired makeup video, he loves that look and my hair is natural but half up and it frames my face perfectly. Kiss kiss I caption it.

6:50pm I wake up. With heels one it will probably take me 15-20 minutes to walk there. I'll be late which I hate doing but I want to make him nervous. I'm so evil. I see a text from him and send a heart. He asked if I was on the way. I'm sure he will understand.

I walk making sure I hold my skirt down. I'm wearing shapewear this time and there this cute lace that is at my mid thigh to smooth out my whole look. When I sit down it saves around the edge of my dress. I know a lot of men like a little tease.

I get to the restaurant at 7:05. Scott is sitting at the patio with two chairs next to each other facing the street as if we will be people watching tonight as well. I see he has flowers, hydrangeas I might add, blue and white ones, my favorite. God, maybe if I just give him head it won't count.

"Meg! Hi! You're here. Did you walk? You look amazing!" He said is raspy voice pulled on my heart strings, I love men who are expressive. Stoic men are great in anime but not in real life. He grabs my hand and kisses it. Our eyes meet. He smiles, I feel myself blush. His lower hand gently rests on my lower back and he guides me to my seat.

"I've always wanted to go here" I said, " just haven't had the time"

"I'll be sure to show you a good time then for your first experience." He smiled, I noticed he hasn't let go of my other hand. His hands feel rough compared to my smooth skin. I feel the callous as he's tracing my fingers.

"I don't want to break your heart," I said, he gave me a questioning look. "I can't eat gluten, I don't want my tummy to hurt" I said in a childish way.

He laughed, " well respectful I have no idea what that means but I know the chef so I'm sure we can get you something."

Our waitress came over. He order escargot as our appetizer, I was surprised not many people like snails. And ordered a bottle of French Sauvignon Blanc. God, this man is speaking my love language. When he left he looked at me.

"You don't have to eat the snails, it's one of my favorite dishes here. I hope you do like white wine." He smirked.

"I like snails and Sauvignon Blanc. You got lucky this time." I smiled.

"oh" he held the flowers toward me, "I got these for you. It was the closest flower that compared to your beauty."

I didn't want to tell him they were my favorite flowers, his ego is already at the amount I like. " Thank you, that's so sweet of you."

The wind blew and I smell a hint of cologne. If my nose serves me right that Ralph Lauren Polo Black. I hope he's got a back up tonight. This Man deserves to be fucked.

"now you are the one the smells good, is that Ralph Lauren?" I asked, tilting my head a little and gazing into his deep green hazel eyes. He smiled, "it is actually. I wanted to match you on your level of class."

I laughed, "Don't mistake me as a classy girl. I can be silly too."

Our waitress came over with the bottle of wine and showed him the label, he approved. She was about to pour him a glass.

"May I have a sample before I commit?" I asked. She poured me about two shots of wine. I swirled and smelled and notice there was a lot of legs. It was crisp, refreshing and a lovely flavor palate. This was a dangerous scene.

"Is this one okay?" She asked looking a little panicked.

"it's lovely, perfect, thank you so much." She poured both of our glasses. And set the bottle in between us.

"I'm guessing you drink wine often then?" He asked raising his glass.

"yes, I'm also just...uhh... particular in what I drink. I prefer old world wine compared to new world." Our glasses clinked.

"To wine and new relationships" he said.

"To wine and new relationships." I agreed with him. Our escargot came out, I haven't eaten it in a while. So I watched him and did the same. We started talking about collecting things. He also goes to the goodwill and gets a lot of wall decor there. His ex comes over every now and then to see the dog they have and apparently compliments him on his taste. He found this mid century kitschy bowl that he found and a painting over his headboard both at Goodwill. His ex...so he is also attached to someone else. That's a good sign for me.

"my ex also collected things when we were moving just like you."

I smiled, "I know it's a bad habit but it was only because of the sale."

Another glass of wine was poured.

"I think it's an endearing habit." I wonder what his ex looked like. Similar to me? I do that too. Look for people who remind me of the one I first fell in love with.

"to be fair I have gotten rid of a lot but I am a collector"

"I understand, like I said my second garage is filled with antiques and china. I always make sure it's organized too. We should go see it afterwards." He said putting his rough hand on my inner thigh rubbing my knee. I'm surprised we aren't getting a flood warning. I'm soaking. We looked at the menu. I should get fish. That way I will get insecure about the smell and won't do anything stupid.

"What do you get here?" I asked him flipping my hair back and resting my hand on his shoulder rubbing his shoulder and dancing on his collarbone. He smelled so good, intoxicating, forbidden.

"usually whatever the special is. But she didn't say so I was thinking of getting the handmade mafalda Giancarlo. What can you eat?"

"I was just going to get the summer salad" I said without thinking, what happened to my fish plan??

"oh so you can't eat the pasta?"

"unfortunately."

"well maybe a steak or chicken or veal would interest you? He makes it perfectly. I promise. A Scott guarantee."

I smiled, "I promise I'll be okay, salad is perfect." He nodded.

Our waitress came over and he order for me and made sure to no gluten, that was nice. Cute but not necessary, there was no croutons on the salad. Another glass of wine was poured.

"How often do you come here?" I asked

"I used to work here, he taught me a lot. Now I'd say once a month. Usually just for pick up though. I don't enjoy eating alone in public." So he knows how to cook...that's a plus.

I felt his hand move up and flirt with the edge of my skirt. I gasped a little. He learned into my ear and whispered, "I see your sensitive." I felt myself blush, with the wine, his smell, the perfect weather. I succumbed to temptation. I wanted to fuck him, hard. The type of sex that makes you question God's existence and your own purpose. He kissed a corner of my jaw. If we weren't in public I probably would have moaned.

"So you think another bottle of wine or..?" He asked.

"I wouldn't mind having a red, a cab would be great."

"You understand me, Meg. I like that." He smirked and signaled for a waiter. A different one came over and went to go grab a Cabernet Sauvignon. A perfect pairing for my salad. Scott made sure it was Italian. That was nice of him. The waiter took the bottle away and our glasses and brought us new ones with wine in them and set the bottle down.

"So you don't work at all in the winter?" I questioned.

He laughed, "Well I'll say this. I don't need to work everyday but I pick up odd jobs. Travel. Spend time with family. How about you?"

"I work in corporate and unfortunately make work the validation of my life."

"that is unfortunate, pretty girls shouldn't have to work." He said removing his hand from my thigh and putting a hair strand behind my ear.

"I'm not sure I can stay in the house and craft all day. I'd get bored."

"I'm sure I could find a way to entertain you." His hand slid under my skirt. His thumb messaging close to the warmth.

I should tell him, but God I want to be touched.

His hand goes back up to my knee. I'm so flushed right now. Our food is being set down and another glass of wine has been pour. 4 glasses already? And I have to walk home? I'm setting myself up for trouble. Wine makes me so horny already. And now I have this man treating me and touching me the way I want and crave. Nothing will happen. You are better than this.

"oh my god, yours smell so good." I grab a fork full of salad.

He slowly removes the fork from his mouth. I wish I was that fork. My salad is delicious. The leaf's are crunchy and smooth and flavorful, it truly tastes like summer.

He tells me a story about growing up in downtown Pittsburgh and how different yet same it is. He said that liberty Ave used to be filled with sex shops and porn videos, he and his friend would sneak peaks walking home. His mom would always yell at them. He wasn't sure how she knew but she knew. And I replied mom's just know. We clinked our glasses and a laughed, mom so always know.

Towards the end of our meal I notice he had a little bit of sauce on the corner of his mouth. I grabbed his chin, "Stay still" I whisper. He froze. I licked the sauce and gave him a kiss where it was. I saw the goosebumps on his arms and I wasn't sure this that was the wind picking up or me. He grabbed my thigh.

"Your going to be trouble for me, aren't you?"

"your favorite worst nightmare, probably." I replied.

Final glass of wine was poured.

Scott asked for the check, "So how are you feeling? Gelato? If not I have some at my place we can eat later. We can check out the antiques in my garage."

What if I just blew him in the garage?

"ummm" I really should have said something. But also maybe he would give me antiques. God I'm such a whore. But I love history. "can I run to the restroom quick and then we can go see antiques?"

He grabbed my hand, " Of course, it's through the door to your right" and kissed it. His lips weren't chapped. Zach's are an I always have to remind him to use chapstick or something. It's not fun kissing chapped lips, it hurts. I stand up slowly. I am drunk but I am not a fool. I make my way to the restroom, hopefully I looked graceful. Well maybe when I get out he will have left because he decided that I remind him too much of his ex and he needs her now. And then I can return to my apartment. Faithful.

I take my rings off and put them in my purse. I check my purse, wallet with ID and cards, phone, keys, and lip gloss and my saving grace: baby wipes. I piss. And stretch, okay just for antiques nothing else. Your mother didn't raise this way. But then I thought. My mom knows that I'm kinda in love with someone besides Zach. And she's just like no worries, you're young it's okay. And that's probably what she would say too. God, meg, now here you are justifying and assuming. Get a grip.

I clean myself up, put on some deodorant and a little refresh.of the perfume. And walk out.

He's waiting outside by the gate. He looked so handsome. A knot Polo, probably a good will find, with slacks and brown leather loafers. His hair was styled. He looked down at his watched and pressed a button.

"I set the timer for 5 minutes and then I was going to check I'd you were alright." Oh God that probably means I wasn't graceful going to the bathroom.

"oh, thank you. I feel better." This is true. Being full of liquids and good food. I needed to get something out. He held out side hand and I took it. We walked to his apartment. About 5 minutes.

"Wait, this isn't your antiques are?" I said. Frowning.

he laughed, "Don't worry I promise you'll see them. I have go up to my apartment and get the key."

Oh, I should stay down here then.

"is it okay if I stay in the lobby? I can't to elevators right now." This was a lie. But I cannot be in a private place with him...though I want to.

He kissed my hand again, "don't miss me too much then"

I was suddenly cold, his warmth left me. I looked around the lobby. Much better than my apartment....which did not have a lobby. It has some work stations, art fixtures, pretty lights, funky chairs. I wonder how much rent was here..and I'm pretty sure he has a 2 bedroom. He worked hard for it, that's for sure. I felt like Lana. In love with possibilities but faithful to herself.

I felt a hand and wrap around my waist and pull me close. Scott lifted my chin to his attention, he smelled so good. I wanted to mess up his hair. "Did you miss me?"

"Every second felt like an eternity." I said, on autopilot. How cheesy, me admitting that I miss a man of any sort. He kissed my nose and grabbed my hand. "Let's go then"

We walked down a hill, next to the building. And into the garage. It was so wild to be inside of here. Outside it looked grunge, no windows. But inside felt like I was inside a car show. I wondered which one was his.

"my car is on the floor below, in a private section. The garage is just right here." There was a row of 5-8 storage looking unit. I was nervous to go in. A private and small place is not where I should be with him. He opened the door a led me in.

"Oh my god" I said, he was worse than my mom. Lots of collections and bowls and china sets. "Dude! This is so cool!!" He really did keep it clean and organized. He had so many colors and eras. I was so impressed. He also have a lovely green couch. This area felt bigger than it was on the outside. I let go of his hand and walked around the shelves. I heard him sit on the couch. This space was climate controlled too.

"Scott, you have an amazing eye." I said looking to him through the gaps.

"thank you."

I spun around the aisle. Ugh I wanted everything! This is a new goal of mine now. To make money and be still organized. I returned back to Scott but didn't sit down. I was wearing shapewear, yes, but it has a purposeful crotch hole big enough to do anything without take anything off. That's where I probably made my Mistake.

"Come, sit down with me, Meg, will you?"

I went to sit in the middle section and he moved over and guided my legs and hips to where now I was sitting on top of him, facing him, legs straddled on both sides of him. His hand rested on my lower back, messaging. My arms wrapped around his neck. He was eye to eye with my cleavage and a golden cross. He kissed it. I let out a deep breath I didn't realize that I was holding my breath. I looked around to see if there was a camera or something.

"Don't worry, I won't fuck my girl here. I just want to be close with you." He said placing his hand on my jaw and guiding it to his attention. I felt myself get wetter with each moment. My girl? Me?

I relaxed my hips on top of his cock, I felt it pulsating beneath his clothes. I was going to be in trouble. My trace his ear, down his neck and on her collarbones. His arms were study and tones.

"So you're telling me there is a camera in here?" I leaned into his palm.

"Yes, I gotta make sure my things are safe." Makes sense. But it would be kinda hot to fuck in here with a camera even.

So I asked, "well, who monitors the footage?"

"Now look who's the cheeky one is now," he smiled and kissed me deep. I felt his hand grabbing my ass and controlling my hip movements. His other hand made it's way to my breast. I felt my nipples getting harder. He tasted of wine and desire. I ran my hands through his hair, he moaned. I kept kissing him only breaking for small breaths. His hand made it's way to my long hair, he grabbed it and pushed me in closer. His other hand went to my neck and turned my head and he started to kiss down the side of my throat to my chest.

"you said you couldn't go on an elevator but I can tell you want to ride."

"I lied" I said

"about which part" he asked kissing my wrist. I grabbed his hand and did the same thing. I started suck on his finger.

"Fuck, meg." I felt his cock jump, like it was going to break the zipper it's contained behind.

"I can go on an elevator, but I'm allergic to dogs." I said moving his hand down my dress into my bra.

"hmm, so it's good news that I don't have the dog this week? And that I cleaned?" he said gently rubbing my breast and pinching my nipple. I left out a soft moan.

" I guess that makes you the luckiest guy in the world."

He smiled and pulled me in for another deep and longing kiss. My lips felt plump and I felt dazed. He kissed me as if I was the one he's been looking for, as if I was his girl forever.

We made our way to his apartment. No kissing or touching on the elevator. I made him stand opposite of me and we just looked at each other, undressing one another with our eyes. He lived on the 10th floor. And again his apartment was clean. I will never let him come into mine, I'm so messy.

"Drink? Gelato? Your call."

"Water would actually be great."

"sparkling or still?" Wow maybe...I died and this is heaven. Everything is so perfect.

"Still is perfect"

He pours from a glass bottle he had in the fridge. He just like me for real. I looked around his apartment, it looked like an interior decorator was here. He had a lot of antiques here too, including that one bowl he was talking about when we first met.

Again his arm wraps around my waist and he hands me a glass of water. It's Jeanette glassware..not the style I have but another line. He kissed me forehead and I see him make himself a drink. I walk over to his bedroom, we exchange glances as I walk in. He does have a head board. I take off my shoes, leave them besides his. The carpet is rich and luxurious.

I lay down on the bed on my side. This duvet cover is a light olive and probably the softest one I have ever felt. It basically just called me poor.

"Enjoying yourself?" He said holding an old fashioned in his hand.

"Yes, you make one strong glass of water." I smiled and took a sip. I noticed he untucked half of his shirt.

He started walking over to me, rubbing my ankle, he took and sip and said, " I like how you look in my bed. I hope it happens more often." He was still holding a hard-on. I sat up and set my water down on the bed side table, he followed.

"Scott" I said in a sweet voice.

"hmm?"

"I don't think I ever said thank you for the meal it was--"

"oh there's no need" he started to say, I stood up and pressed my finger to his mouth.

"Don't break my eye contact." I kissed him and started undoing his belt. He hands went for the strings of my wrap dress. I looked up him and got down on my knees. I moved his pants down. I started to rub his shaft before I removed his underwear. I could barely touch my fingertips together when I pulled him into my mouth. He gathered my hair but didn't do anything thrusting or pushing. I spit on his cock and sucked on the tip and with every forward motion I went a little deeper until I was able to reach my hand at the base.

"Fuck ...Meg..you can't do this to me like that" he moaned

I sped up a little until I felt I got sloppy enough then I went back to just sucking the tip for a little bit and then deep throating him completely. He moaned and I felt him shake like he was holding back. I moved back and looked up and him and kissed his tip. I saw his heart melt.

He whispered, "Can I fuck the pretty face of yours?"

I smiled, still rubbing his shaft, he lowered my chin and said, " open wide" I did and stuck my tongue out. I felt him hit the back of my throat. I didn't have a gag reflex but I faked it, he helps with a man's confidence in bed. And I wanted to be fucked good.

"Jesus" he cursed. Still holding my hair white slamming the back of my head into the side of the bed where the duvet still fell. I wanted him to finish in my mouth but not yet. And I guess he read my mind because he stopped.

He held his hand out, "stand up, I want to show you something." I nodded and grabbed his hand to stand up. I reached the bottom of his shirt and he immediately pulled it off. He took off my dress slowly admiring the lace, and each seam. God I wanted him inside me. He grabbed my legs and lifted me on to the bed, I was sitting on the edge. He kissed me passionately and undid my bra one hand while the other was rubbing my thigh.

I grabbed his left hand and sucked the two middle fingers.

His other arm secured my back and move me further on the bed and him on the bed. He's so strong I thought. Those two fingers travelled down.

Before inserting he asked, "May I?"

I nodded and he slide inside me, "God your drenched." And kissed me. His thumb gently rubbed my clit. I felt myself lose control. He started kissing my neck, "Scott, fuck me please." His switch his finger for his cock. He was bigger than most, he entered gently and looked at me as if to make sure I was okay. And the truth was, I was in ecstasy. I started to moan a little louder with each thrust.

"Do me a favor and take a deep breath." He said.

I did and as soon as I was about to exhale he started to choke me. I think I came just from that motion. He kissed me and said "now exhale" I got such a rush. He hand went from my throat to my breast.

"That's a good girl, now you can have a taste." He put his fingers inside my mouth and we kept making eye contact. He started to thrust slower and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to cum soon... Where do you want it?" I wanted to say inside me, but I recently just got off birth control. And his current movements made me cum again.

"Scott," I gasped, "I want it on my chest."

He smiled, "of course." He went hard into me and grab my hand and held it has a grip the sheet. I felt myself going numb, I came again. He pulled out and finished on my chest. I pulled him into my mouth and he moaned deeply and collapsed to the side. We both were taking deep breaths. I giggle.

Oh God. I'm in so much trouble.

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#(altho i don’t really believe that luke wouldn’t get a valentines gift for lorelai!! when gift-giving seems to be his love language)

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#5

you’re gonna be alright, chapter 6

“You know,” he went on, “I’m glad I caught ya. I came up to your office yesterday, actually, but Yasmina told me you weren’t here.”

“I wasn’t,” she agreed.

There was an awkward pause, as he clearly expected her to elaborate, and she didn’t. She hung up her coat and bag, took out her laptop, and went to her desk.

“Well,” he tried to recover, “hope everything’s okay. Anyway, I brought you a little something.” He dropped his backpack onto the chair, and rummaged through it for what turned out to be a little pink box.

Well, that was odd. “Oh–”

“Yeah! Cookies. Or as y’all call them here, biscuits, right? Though I do not recommend you smother these in gravy.” He held out the box, his face alit with the same eager anticipation with which he’d awaited her punchline downstairs.

“Ted, I don’t really–”

She was a little relieved when he kept talking, because she wasn’t quite sure where she’d been going with that. I don’t really–

–eat sugar? That was true, or had been. But she didn’t want to get into that.

–want one? That wasn’t true, unfortunately; the biscuits’ buttery scent wafted enticingly through the box.

–think that’s appropriate? No, it wasn’t, because she was his employer. They weren’t friends. Rosie at her old office had liked to bake, but Rosie brought in her desserts for everyone to share. (Was that really fifteen years ago? God.)

“Come on now.” He opened the box to reveal three pieces of shortbread, pale gold and sparkling with sugar. “Take a lookie there.”

“Those do look good,” she had to admit.

4 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#4

WIP title tag game

Thanks for tagging me @thatsrightjohngoodman !

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

(This is just my Ted Lasso folder, since although I do technically have unfinished works for other fandoms, I don’t know when I’ll ever get back to them)

felice di stare lassù

i was lost for you to find

love and laughter and peace ever after

a most rare vision

the other side of someday

you’re gonna be alright

Tagging: @dangermaureenrobinson @itsagutthing @broadwaybaggins @heavyuponmyskin @carebohe and anyone else who’d like to do it!

6 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#3

you’re gonna be alright Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton Characters: Rebecca Welton, OC: Oliver Mannion, OC: Amy Mannion, Rupert Mannion, Leslie Higgins, Julie Higgins (Ted Lasso), Bex (Ted Lasso), Ted Lasso Additional Tags: tw: emotional abuse Series: Part 1 of Young Mannion Summary: AU - How Rebecca's divorce, her subsequent feelings about Rupert, and her relationship with Ted might have developed if she and Rupert had children.

Snippet of Chapter 5:

The first day of the new year was also the first day that she would go to the club as its owner.

That morning, she was dressed but not ready. She stepped in front of her mirror in a tight dress and tall heels that had felt thrilling when she had first tried them on, but now felt only overwhelming, as she had to consider actually leaving the house in them.

She smoothed her hands down her skirt, and turned around, to her daughter who sat cross-legged on her bed. “What do you think?”

Amy tilted her head, appraising. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear high heels before.”

“You haven’t.” She stepped out of those shoes, intending to go back to her closet and find–

“No, keep them! I like them.” Amy scooted off the bed and came to stand beside her, stretching up onto her tiptoes. “D’you think I’ll be tall like you when I grow up? Right now I’m the median height in my class. We all measured ourselves, for an activity for maths.” She fell back to flat-foot, but immediately tried again. “I think it’d be fun to be tall. I am taller than Alfie which is good because he’s very annoying. He’s the one who told me that blue couldn’t be my favorite color cos it’s a 'boy color.'” She rolled her eyes. “Boys.”

Rebecca laughed, and held onto Amy’s shoulder as she stepped back into her heels, rather pleased with herself that her daughter seemed not to have learned the same shame that her own ladylike mother had ingrained in her as a gangly girl.

“Your father’s tall too, so it’s quite possible you will be, one day. And,” she added with fervor, “don’t ever let the Alfies of the world tell you that’s a bad thing.” She pulled her into a side hug. “Now I suppose I should go! But I’ll be home before dinner, alright?”

“Alright.” Amy nodded. “Good luck on your first day!”

Her daughter’s little face was so earnest, and deep down she felt a flicker of doubt about her plan. But she willed it away.

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6 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

#2

Tagged by @itsagutthing​, thank you! 💜 

+ Last song: “Orpheus” by Sara Bareilles (I always love her, but Into the Woods reminded me just how much I do, and I’ve had my whole Sara B playlist on repeat)

+ Last movie: Knocked Up. My sister and I had stumbled upon This Is 40 the night before, and surprisingly liked it. Knocked Up (which we watched because it has some of the same characters), however, is more like what I’d thought Judd Apatow movies were– not my taste.

+ Currently watching: Call the Midwife and Girls5eva! 

+ Currently reading: According to Goodreads I’m “currently reading” four books, which actually means that I haven’t read more than a page of anything in ages :( Work has been exhausting lately.  But when I can focus again, I hope to return to:

Frankenstein in Baghdad 

Red Fortress: History and Illusion in the Kremlin 

Wondrous Journeys in Strange Lands 

Halcyon Journey: In Search of the Belted Kingfisher

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8 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

tagged by: @itsagutthing 💛

last song: I’ve been very into “My Best Friend’s Weddings” by the Chicks this month (my top track on spotify). the song i literally just listened to was “Donal agus Morag” by Altan (I just watched the ep of Derry Girls where they encounter an Irish speaker and it inspired me to listen to my Irish playlist. I have, intermittently, over the years, attempted to learn Irish myself) 

last show/series: Gilmore Girls rewatch

currently watching: Derry Girls season 3, and I’m catching up on Abbott Elementary. (edit: And Bake-Off! I forgot!)

favorite color: pink

sweet, spicy, or savory: i’ve got a terrible sweet tooth 

currently reading: I just finished Clanlands by Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish, who co-star on Outlander–– it’s a travelogue about a trip they took around Scotland together. I found them a bit annoying as people sometimes, but their love of Scotland and its history got me through. My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.

what i'm working on: I have an ongoing multichap for Ted Lasso which I hope to finish before season 3 (since i started it before season 2, ha ha... multichaps were a mistake) and also a ficlet for the Halloween 1p4a

currently obsessed with: Ted Lasso, of course. Also, watching how the leaves are changing each day on the route I walk to work. 

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8 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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[brother-hermes]

THE SOULS FLAW

“In all this talk of ‘soul-reckoning,’ a word must be said about our ‘blind-spot,’ the way in which we conceal our true Self from ourselves, and conceal this act of concealment. This blind-spot is highly charged, and even as we catch a glimpse of it, it recedes, provoking all sorts of avoidant behaviors. However, if it is confronted and contained, it ultimately yields its secret and strength.”

-Gate To The Heart- Reb Zelman (pg. 87)

In the not so distant past, my daughter and I were talking over sushi. The conversation drifted into dangerous ground as we discussed the various narcissists in our family. Anger is an emotion I’ve never kept concealed and I’ve always looked at it as the character flaw I needed to overcome. You can imagine my surprise when my daughter said “you’ve became unbearably judgmental in your old age.” Naturally, I cracked a joke about barely being 40 but the seed was planted.

When your child has the EQ of a 90 year old saint it’s always good practice to apply their observations and study self. The more I examined my inner dialogue and the passive aggressive words I’d hidden under a thin veil of snarky flair I realized it was self-righteous anger. The reason anger had such a home in my heart is because I looked at it as manifested trauma- a justifiable roughness around my edges.

Oh, the lies we tell ourselves are always the sweetest. After all, how can someone 20+ years into meditation and spiritual practice possibly be running on ego. Not just the ego we use to navigate through existence but a carefully crafted ego that had allowed all the gangster mentality of my youth to shift forms and hide behind what I thought of spiritual evolution. I had found a way to remain critical of people who weren’t putting in the work to change their lives and do better.

Like I have exclusive rights to spiritual growth and know what it feels like to be anyone else. You see the arrogance in that?

Once again, I set a sentinel at the gate of my heart and began observing every instance where this new spiritual ego reared its head. I created new prayers to recite with lines asking God to “remind me it is you who is reflected in people I don’t like.” Yud, Lamed, Hey became the letters I engraved on my heart with a simple mantra of “I will spread love for no reason.” I took those judgmental thoughts and steered them towards instances where I did something equally cruel- or as is usually the case with x-cons with gang files, something worse.

Examining flaws became a source of compassion and humility. Meditation and prayer became more fluid and I became painstakingly aware of the fact that I can still be a complete asshole of left unchecked. That… is unacceptable no matter how pretty the mask appears to be.

Still not sure which one of us is the parent but growth is a process.

[musingsofmyown]

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#mystrade - 142 posts

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#i get so obnoxious and i've had someone say ''i never hear you talk and i love that you're finally talking. but please take it down a notch

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

'Emergency meeting: Landing Pub 7:45 tonight. Leave Sherlock at the flat'

  "Oh boy-"

  "Text from Lestrade? Is it a case?"

  John handed his phone to Sherlock,"No but he used correct punctuation, grammar and capitalisation. He's serious."

  "Why can't I go?"

  "I don't know-" He took the device back,"Guess I'll find out later tonight?"

______

At the pub-

______

  "Hey Greg, is everything alright mate?"

  They shook hands,"I just really, really need to talk to someone about this and you're quite possibly the only one who can understand my situation."

  "This calls for the strong stuff," He flagged the barkeep down,"Two fingers of whiskey neat for me and three for him on the rocks." 

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202 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#4

I've had a wonderful idea for a crack fic:

Sherlock breaks into Mycroft's house with John. Reason: they have a case question that needs to be answered and Mycroft isn't answering his phone or email.

They make their way to Mycrofts room, flipping the light on and Sherlock yelling,"Brother! Good morning!" it is, in fact, 4:10 in the morning.

Instead of just Mycroft sitting up and glaring at Sherlock, but Lestrade also sits up and they both look like caught teenagers.

John looks at Greg,"Mate, we need to go out for a pint and you better spill everything am I clear?" He was just as surprised as Sherlock, who was now frozen in his tracks,"I'm taking him home to recover, Mycroft answer your bloody phone."

chaos ensues

224 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#3

Genuine

  "Sherlock," John locked eyes with the detective,"you are bloody gorgeous."

  A very prominent blush crept up the other's neck,"I-I erm…"

  "And adorable, look at that,"He leaned forward and smiled. John knew for a fact that he was one of the few people who existed that could actually catch him off guard, and by god this had to be the best way to get those gears in the detective’s head to stop.

  Sherlock broke eye contact and tapped nervously on the table,"You're getting too direct with your flirting."

  "So you've noticed?"

  He nodded and looked around the room, still refusing to look at John,"So- uh, what,” Sherlock cleared his throat, the telltale signs of embarrassment peeking through,”what brought this up?"

  "It's just been eating me up for a bit,"He propped his head up on his hands,"And I'd… I’d like to kiss you."

  Those few words caused Sherlock's entire system to malfunction, a small sound of shock barely escaped his lips. For a moment, John found it rather endearing that his friend was an actual blushing virgin, but as soon as the spell broke, he wondered what the consultant's response would be,"Me..?"

  "Yes, you."

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242 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#2

What if- and hear me out on this one- John and Sherlock knew each other from school, but met again years later when Mike Stamford introduced them?

And the moment John entered the room he goes "Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes is that you?"

Hearing his name called by the familiar voice, he looks up,"Oh! John-" he takes a second to do his little deduction thing,"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"Bloody hell you still do the thing after all these years,"He goes to hug Sherlock, which he kindly takes,"and it was Afghanistan, you git."

"Thank you for finding a flatmate, Mike, I think we'll get along splendid."

As the two start reconnecting, Lestrade comes to the flat to give Sherlock a case- but he's both delighted and confused as to why the typically isolated consultant was laughing, with another person in the room. It was a real laugh too, not like the fake ones he's heard the brunet use when talking to suspects/wittnesses.

He knocks on the door and Sherlock opens it, smile still on his face,"Ah, Lestrade, case?"

"Ya, erm, who's your friend,"He grinned and looked to the blond man sitting in the armchair across from Sherlock's

"Oh," he let the DI in,"Lestrade, this is John, John Watson."

John stands to shake his hands,"Sherlock told me about you, and how he's working with the police on the tougher cases. I'm impressed by how much progress he's made since I last saw him."

"You two... know each other?" Greg, baffled by the connection.

"We're old friends-"

"Ex-partners actually,"John corrected, making a slight blush creep up the taller man's neck and cheeks.

"Lestrade! Case, please-"

"Right,"He chuckles.

Oh this would be an amazing fic-

I think I should write this one sometime

363 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Rupert Graves as Greg Lestrade is arguably the best choice of cast next to Benedict and Martin

fight me

he's perfect

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A Interview With Foxy The Joker Fox

*Security guard: *into a recorder before starting the interview with Foxy* i am with subject 87 also known as Foxy The Pirate or real name Brandon.

Security guard:*clears throat nervously* u-um c-can you understand me at all?

Foxy The Joker: of course i can understand you dumbass 

Security guard: *chuckling nervously* um s-so um mr Foxy are you aware at all to who you were before you died?

Foxy The Joker: *takes out her cigrete and lights it as she takes in a puff and puffs the smoke in the security guards face* yes hun and also it’s MRS Foxy im trans *points to her transgender flag pin on her suit* and also since im happily married to the love of my life Springtrap

Security Guard: o-oh! im so sorry Mrs foxy heh i do highly support the LGBTQ group and congrats on your marriage btw

Foxy The Joker: thanks hun honest *smiles softly as she smokes her cigarette* but the answer to your question darling is yes i do remember who i was and i know exactly to what happened...

Security Guard: oh? what do you exactly remember to how you died or who killed you?

Foxy The Joker: *lets out a soft sigh and tears up slightly* well my real name was Brandon as you know...but my parents took me to this place back when i was 10 years old for my 10th birthday. i was playing around with this Ghostbusters arcade game as everyone knows im a huge Ghostbusters nut heh

Security Guard: oh heh yeah that is an amazing movie *smiles and makes a funny remark* Who Ya Gonna Call?

Foxy The Joker: *smiles and says in a girly tone* GHOSTBUSTERS! 

*both the Security Guard and Foxy The Joker laugh a bit at the joke*

Foxy The Joker: *sighs as she takes another puff of her cigarette* but jokes aside i was playing this arcade i forgot which one it was as this was a long time ago heh but this strange man dressed in a bunny suit lored me into the back promising me he had a TONE of goodies and tokens and other arcade games in the back so i followed him in believing his lies...what a fool i was...*sighs* and the rest well it’s disturbing...

Security Guard: how so? 

Foxy The Joker: *sighs* hun really honestly it’s disturbing...but if you really want to know *sighs* he stabbed me over 15 fucking times in a row ripped my intestines out and stuffed my body in this GOD DAMNED SUIT!! 

Security Guard: *gets up and slowly reaches for his tazer*

Foxy The Joker: *laughs hysterically* relax honey i was just joking but for real tho he did stuffed me in this fucking body i felt the first 4 stabs but then the rest went...numb...it turned black and then i remember waking up in this thing...

Security Guard: o-oh im so sorry...*gulps nervously and sits down* soo whats with the name Foxy The Joker and why do you wear that clown makeup?

Foxy The Joker: well due to my death and remebering everything it turned me...INSANE! and with the make up it’s to cover up how i really look like *smiles softly*

Security Guard: o-oh? 

Foxy The Joker: *nods softly as a light was illuminating her as she takes her cloth and washes her make up off as she scooches closer to the security guard revealing 2 very large and deep heath ledger like scars on both of her cheeks forming a huge permanent smile* see? *giggles softly in a creepy way*

Security Guard: *face turns pale white* o-ok s-so um a-are you a hero o-or a villian to G-Gotham? a-as t-th-there has be-been a lo-lot of rep-reports of m-murders happening i-in Gotham *gulps nervously*

Foxy The Joker: *grins to this question* im an anti hero hun the GCPD can kiss my animatronic arse to be honest as i do protect Gotham from these so called criminals of Gotham City i only kill as a last resort as mostly the criminals i fought were sent to jail anonymously but the ones who i murdered were mostly rapists or murderers or they left me no choice.

Security Guard: ah ok then so um your relationship with Springtrap um how’s that? and do you know he’s the one who murdered you?

Foxy The Joker Fox: *sighs softly as she puts her cigarette out* yes i know he’s the bastard who killed me and my parents but things changed ever since me freddy and the others killed the bastard and set him in that springlock suit as when he died and was trapped inside that thing for all eternity he changed...i forgave him for everything and we became friends and then afterwords we became in love heh...then the day 4 years ago to be precise he asked my hand or hook *chuckles softly* in marriage...despite what anyone says about him i love him to death he is and always will be my babe to me *blushes softly and looks at her heart shape locket that holds a picture of Foxy and Springtraps marriage*

Security Guard: aww that sounds sweet and i do bet you 2 make a wonderful coupe together *smiles softly still nervous* 

Foxy The Joker: *smiles and giggles softly* YES....yes we do...

Security Guard: *to recorder interview with subject 87 went surprisingly well does not seems to be a major threat twords normal people and does surprisingly has a heart for others tho she does seems to be a major threat twords criminals but that is due to the fact they claim to be an anti hero this may be because due to the disseperence of The Batman also known as Bruce Wayne she has taken the role of Batman or the Joker to try to stop the crime waves that has been going on in Gotham City. Ending To Interview with subject 87.

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VOICE CLAIMS

I've got a bunch of these bastards, so I'm putting this under a cut.

Adisse Rosttien - Aimee Ffion Edwards

Alia Nandi - Kate Moss

Anaïs Gutierrez-Gallagher - Dascha Polanco

Asa Ōgumo Giant Spider - Erika Ishii

Bazulmorz Koffba - Powers Booth

Beam - Hanae Natsuki

Ozaki Chirawan - Milli

Dar'jhan Rojvanadi - Navid Mohammadzadeh

Deacon - Ryan Alosio

Ellera Rosttien - Eve Myles

Empyrean - Chiara Scelsi

Essi Daven - Kiera Knightly

Teneda Fumiyuki - Kaji Yuki

Glory - Chelsea Tavares

Hadren Rosttien - Catherine Zeta-Jones

Hanami - Tanaka Atsuko

Hornjolf Ironblack - Michael Gough

Umino Iruka - Seki Toshihiko

Itzli Domínguez Techalotzi - Yalitza Aparicio

Joni Snyder - Marisa Tomei

Jyspolwynni - Morven Christie

Kraglin Obfonteri - Sean Gunn

Loree Baxter - Natalie Palamides

Maggie Brockhouse - Marie-Josée Croze

Daigo Mayumi - Taneda Risa

Mica König - Jennifer Rostock

Mad Mike Oehlenschlager - Stephen R. Hart

Mountain - Jim Nabors, taken down in pitch, but that's the right cadence and accent

Mr. Torgue Flexington - Chris Rager

Murphy - Amy Ryan

Ocvist - he speaks telepathically

Onnicka Riis - Sonja Richter

Okagimoto Nezumi - Sawashiro Miyuki

Noah Sokolow - Ben Schnetzer

Prudence Rochester - Alexia Roditis

Remni Yso - Christopher Kane

Rochelle Perreault - Tia Ballard

Ishibashi Ryuko - Shizuka Itou

Salomé Guevara - Drew Barrymore

Shane Landau - Jake Johnson

Sioned - Fryda Wolff

Tempest - Brittany Hölljes

Thara Makhdoom - Shanina Shaik

Timofei Kornev - Ravil Isyanov

Un-kyong - Kim Hieora

Verastian Sintor - James Nesbitt

Walker Reid - Joan Jett

Yarpen Zigrin - Jarosław Boberek

Yelizaveta Erdenebat - Charleen Weiss

Gakuganji Yoshinobu - Mugihito

Zecharias H.E. Bailey - Jake Smith