#I still need a ship name for the throuple

[princessfbi]

List of My Fics with Tommy in Them Even Before He Kissed Evan Buckley on the Lips:

Safe Exception 

The obligatory ruptured appendix fic with a dash of Captain Dad and Buckley Siblings.

Tear Me to Pieces; Skin to Bone 

Buck goes undercover for the LAPD and Tommy makes a cameo appearance!

Tortured Musician Buck!AU 

Buck and Tommy are in a band together and Tommy plays the cello!

Right In Front of Me 

Tommy see the bruises on Buck's throat after he's been strangled!

Fluttering Wings of Freedom 

Buck comes out to Hen and Maddie and just waxes poetry about Tommy.

[world0fmadness]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ✩ ˚ BOTH? BOTH!

oscar piastri x silent hill / horror game obsessed! reader x lando norris

featuring: daniel being very much like a big brother in the comments and * gasp * a picture of my OWN silent hill collection

faceclaim: assorted

୨୧ some people asked for a part two of this smau due the ending really hinting at a throuple so here it is! it can be read separately or as a continuation as they’re an established throuple here <3 and i know the silent hill 2 remake was announced ages ago but it’s fanfic, let me pretend

reading music recommendations: i want love by akira yamaoka - float up from a dream by akira yamaoka - you’re not here by akira yamaoka

oscarpiastri: this is what happens when i take both of them shopping at the same time…

ynlovesthehorror: we’re peaceful beings :)

> oscarpiastri ✔️: you threw a cucumber at my head…

> landonorris ✔️: can’t handle a little fun osc?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: and you’re no better, you shoved me into the boot of the car!

oscarpastrylover: are… are they all dating now? i feel like this is a little too couple-y…

> landoscaryn: there is no fucking way they’re not all dating… i’ll swear on my hamsters life they HAVE to be dating

> iluvf1: leave the hamster OUT OF THIS LMAO 😭

oldf1lvr: lando and yn be serious for five minutes challenge ( IMPOSSIBLE )

danielricciardo ✔️: cute!

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> landoscaryn: mr man, what do you know? do tell…

landonorris: not too shabby if i do say so myself…

danielricciardo ✔️: happy for you three ❤️

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loveuyn: he really said “you guys still aren’t sure if we’re dating? just have this and leave”

ynlovesthehorror: i kind of look good in these pictures 🤔

> landonorris ✔️: nah, you look like a tramp to be honest

> ynlovesthehorror: die ❤️

landoscaryn: I FUCKING TOLD YOU PEOPLE

> iluvf1: thank god, for your hamsters sake 😭

oscarpiastri ✔️: love you both so much ❤️

> landonorris ✔️: love you more ❤️

> ynlovesthehorror: lol, gay ( i love both of you more, now come home so we can make out )

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oscyn: praying these three never have a kid because you just know yn would FIGHT to name it after a silent hill character…

> landonorris ✔️: fucking hell, don’t give her any ideas…

> ynlovesthehorror: 👩‍🍼 < me and the god i birthed ( we will now build an eternal paradise )

> loveuyn: i don’t think yn realises how niche her references are when it comes to f1 fans 😭

> oscarpastrylover: literally, i think most of them just think she’s clinically insane or something so they leave her be

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landoscaryn: not gonna shut up about this for MONTHS, my throuple ship is REAL

ynlovesthehorror: just spent hours explaining some of the silent hill lore to lando and every explanation lead to another question from him, i want him DEAD ( also a very good representation of what i want to do to people that say “ it’s ash not snow ” if you ever come into my comment section with that “ lore ” i’ll get lando and oscar to put a brick through your window )

landonorris ✔️: IM TRYING

> ynlovesthehorror: the information is going in one ear and right out the other, honestly, you just need to play them yourself now because i’m DONE

> landonorris ✔️: i’ll play them on stream then, muppet

> ynlovesthehorror: GOOD

> oscarpiastri ✔️: stop arguing you two

> ynlovesthehorror: sorry babe

> landonorris ✔️: sorry love

> oscarpiastri ✔️: ❤️

> landoscaryn: all three of them have each other wrapped all the way around each others finger lmao 😭

maxverstappen ✔️: it’s ash not snow

> ynlovesthehorror: gonna get lando to crash into you

> maxverstappen ✔️: if he can catch up

> ynlovesthehorror: omg??? maxi pad you are a horrible man 💔

> landonorris ✔️: come kiss me to make me feel better 😔

> ynlovesthehorror: on it <3

> oscarpiastri ✔️: me too please

> ynlovesthehorror: nothing happened to you???

> oscarpiastri ✔️: lando whacked me over the head with a lead pipe

> landonorris ✔️: what is it with you two and making up the most unbelievable lies about me 😭

ynlovesthehorror: look at my husband you guys 😩 i cannot believe it, the transmission was actually something fucking good, after years of drought

oscarpiastri ✔️: the most inhuman noise came out of you…

> ynlovesthehorror: I WAS EXCITED

> landonorris ✔️: still, that noise was mental… and i thought we were your husbands?

> ynlovesthehorror: you are! but james was my 1st husband <3

> landonorris ✔️: and was this before or after he killed his wife?

> ynlovesthehorror: ☹️

loveuyn: i feel bad for everyone on the grid and in the paddock because she will not shut the fuck up about this until it releases and when it does release it’ll be even worse 😭

> landoscaryn: right? i’m keeping the engineers in my prayers lmao

danielricciardo ✔️: excited for you yn! i know how much the game means to you ❤️

> ynlovesthehorror: thank you daniel, finally someone that likes me for ME

> landonorris ✔️: ?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: ?

ynlovesthehorror: we finally did it! me and oscar dressed up as james and maria, here are the pictures <3 and a sneak peak of me and lando dressed as james and mary hehe

oscarpastrylover: they need to stop being so hot IMMEDIATELY

landonorris ✔️: you looked amazing love, oscar too i guess… ours is better though 😗

> oscarpiastri ✔️: oi!

> ynlovesthehorror: we all looked amazing :) but especially you two

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> landoscaryn: the way they’re always either bullying and mocking each other or being so sweet and loving on each other kills me, it’s literally just three best friends that kiss

> landonorris ✔️: we do more than kiss, my friend

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> landoscaryn: oh-

> oscarpiastri ✔️: for fuck sake lando!

oscyn: okay… yeah… i’m so normal about this! SO NORMAL

iluvf1: i have no idea who these characters are but this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen an f1 driver do i think…

> oldf1lvr: literally 😩 hot in so many ways, hot because lando and oscar LOOK hot and hot because they actually do this stuff with yn instead of not participating in her interests! we love men who do things with their gf

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loveuyn: that 4th picture… hideo kojima approves

> ynlovesthehorror: what could’ve been 💔 biggest heartbreak of my life

> landonorris ✔️: me and oscar could die in a fire and that still wouldn’t beat the heartbreak that P.T. caused you…

> ynlovesthehorror: well at least you know!

> oscarpiastri ✔️: 😔

landonorris: was on a walk with my boyfriend when we came across this strange creature on the side of the road 😟 took it to get some food and we’re not too fond of it, anyone else want it? selling for 10 quid

ynlovesthehorror: honestly hope you get hit by a bus or something

> landonorris ✔️: no you don’t ❤️

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danielricciardo ✔️: fucking hell, that second picture is amazing

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> ynlovesthehorror: :(

> danielricciardo ✔️: sorry yn!

oscarpiastri ✔️: i think it’s sort of cute, in its own weird way ❤️ definitely worth more than £10

> ynlovesthehorror: 🥹

> landonorris ✔️: £11?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: yeah i reckon that’s enough

> ynlovesthehorror: ☹️

landoscaryn: seeing and hearing lando refer to oscar as his boyfriend literally makes my heart explode 💔 i love these three so much

> oscarpastrylover: yep, this relationship is literally a bisexual f1 fan’s dream, just three hot best friends in a relationship

ynlovesthehorror: my boys <3 ( i love thinking about things they’d go to silent hill for )

landonorris ✔️: you ALMOST made a sweet post but then you just had to go and bring up that game, BE NORMAL ( don’t be normal, i love you weirdo )

> oscarpiastri ✔️: just be happy she made a post about us at all, it’s a once in a blue moon occurrence, 99% of her feed is silent hill ❤️ love you both

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> ynlovesthehorror: at least SOMEONE knows how to be grateful, love you osc ( and lando, i guess 🙄 )

danielricciardo ✔️: you’ve 100% gotten over lando pointing a gun at you and threatening you then yeah?

> ynlovesthehorror: oh that, yeah, totally! he bought me mcdonald’s and more silent hill stuff and toys for heather so we’re all good now <3

> landonorris ✔️: we’re literally DATING, you muppet 😭

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yn ln being horny on main

[moody-alcoholic]

Death in the family

I wrote the outline for a Simon x reader fic but it devolved into another Ghoap fic so I shelved it...

Why make them so shippable if they are not to be shipped?

Summary: Ghoap x Reader, throuple. Slow burn (sorry but not sorry). 4.2k words. Reader is female (she/her), army nurse, non descript physical features, names used: Ashe.

CW: talks of loss, grieving, funeral, nightmares, PTSD, assault, hurt/comfort.

Previous parts - masterlist - next part

Enjoy <3

You’re tied to a chair again, you can’t move blood drips down your face. You’re stripped to your underwear, sweat dripping down the back of your neck making you shiver. The room is cold goosebumps rise on your body as you rub your legs together for any kind of warmth. The sound of a door opening forces you to look up, you see Jack walk in. You let your head fall again, no point in looking at him, it does not matter what you say he’ll never believe you. His laugh fills your ears you try to ignore him. 

“Your boyfriends were killed today.” He says, it’s like a stab to the heart, you don’t want to believe him. He clearly is not happy with your silent response rushing over to you and pulling your hair so you’re forced to look at him. He’s smiling at you. 

“They tried to come and rescue you, and look what you did. You got them killed.” He spits in your face, letting your head fall again. Tears rush out you can’t stop them but you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. 

“I’ll never understand why you let love take over, they would still be alive if they just let  you die.” You hear him walk over to you. You see his feet standing in front of you. He pulls your hair up again so he can look in your eyes. 

“You’re no use to me now.” You feel the indescribable pain as a knife is thrust into your chest. 

You wake screaming, hands grab your body. You try to fight as lights flick on in the room. You feel your arms pressed into your chest as arms wrap round you. You hear Simon’s voice then Johnny. You feel hands stroking your back, stroking your hair as Johnny rocks you in his arms. It was just a dream, just a stupid dream. 

“Sorry,” you say catching your breath.

“It’s okay love, you’re okay.” Johnny says not letting you go. You hear Simon get out the bed. You feel bad for waking them up now it just makes you sad.

“You were dead. In my dream.” You sniff into Johnny’s chest.

“Yeah? Well I’m still here ain’t I?” Johnny says as he loosens his grip on you. You hear the toilet flush as Simon comes back in the room. You put off sleeping for as long as you could, you didn’t want to slip back into the nightmares you’d been having, especially once you were home. You were kind of hoping and praying that the bad dreams would stay in Syria, but when you nodded off on the flight home you could already see the flashes of memories coming back to haunt you. It’s just temporary, you’ll be fine in a few weeks. You try to convince yourself it’s not PTSD. This is just a normal reaction to what happened to you it’s like a knee-jerk trauma response, you had a bad time with Jack and now your best friend is dead. You let out a sigh watching Simon move back into the bed as Johnny lets you go. You lean back on the pillows wiping your eyes, Simon reaches over pulling you down on his chest. You hear his heartbeat as Johnny turns the light off snuggling up behind you. 

“You need to talk to someone.” Simon says quietly, kissing your head. 

“After the funeral, I promise.” You say, you know it’s a lie, you won’t see a shrink until you’re ordered to see one. No point in risking a medical discharge over a few stupid nightmares. You close your eyes taking a deep breath in. You just have to get through tomorrow, as soon as that is over things can start to get back to normal. Besides what's the worst that can happen, it’s a funeral after all.     

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It’s raining of course it is, typical British weather, typical funeral weather. This feels wrong, you’re going back to Chloe’s house but there is no Chloe. The invites had been sent via e-mail, no use in wasting the good invites on her. The ‘burial’ was held privately, Chloe’s mum would not want to be embarrassed at the fact it was not a military funeral. I’m sure she was shocked at her daughters request to be cremated instead of buried, not that she would have been given the privilege to be buried in the family plot. That was for soldiers. There were no butlers on the door this time, you let go of Johnny’s arm to reach up and ring the doorbell. A few seconds later someone opens the door, you look through to see Chloe’s mum and dad stood in the foyer. You walk in wiping your feet on the mat before going over to them.

“Oh sergeant we’re so glad you could make it.” Chloe’s mum comes over giving you a hug. There are tears drying on her cheeks as she holds a handkerchief in her hand. 

“She had so few friends we’re glad there is someone she would know.” You hold your tongue, the reason so few of them are here is because Chloe would rather tell people she had no family then introduce people to her real one. You break away from the hug and force a small smile.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” You say. It’s the standard response, you don’t have anything to say to her family, you’re here for Chloe. Her mother turns her attention to Johnny. 

“Oh I remember you, SAS, MacTavish?” She says dabbing her dry cheeks. Johnny nods. Of course she remembers Johnny but couldn’t tell you which hospital her daughter worked at. 

“There are drinks in the drawing room, help yourself.” She points over to the open door in the foyer. You walk with Johnny hearing classical music spilling out the room. As you enter a butler offers you a drink you take one off the tray thanking him. You look around the room, some people you recognise some you don’t it’s mostly family, you can pick out her brothers from a mile away, they have the same blonde hair. They’re the only ones in the room who look like they don’t want to be here, almost like their sisters death is an inconvenience. You finish your drink going over to the open guest book on the table putting the empty glass down.

“We can leave if you want?” Johnny whispers as you pick up a pen. You shake your head, you have to be here. You look at the page not knowing what to write, it’s already filled with messages of condolences, all the same generic few phrases. Notes of sympathy from people who didn’t even know her personally, who are just here to support her family. You want to write something that matters but you don’t know what to say. Your hand hovers over the page as you think about her. Her smile, the way she was always so bubbly, how she got you through nursing exams, you would stay up late together studying. How she was so headstrong, so sure in what she was doing, stubborn as all hell. You remember the look on her face when you said you were joining the army, how she shouted at you and didn’t talk to you for a week. 

‘Yeah well I hope you die on the front lines!’ She snapped.

‘Clo, don’t be like this, the pay and the benefits that’s all it is. I don’t want to be stuck in a hospital all my life.’ You said from the other side of the door. 

‘Why’d you become a nurse then?’ She says quieter, you hear her sniffles.

‘I want to help people.’ You reply. 

That was the night she came clean about her family, told you all about her ‘other life’ as she called it sometimes. She stayed over at your flat for the whole week, until you had to leave for basic. You feel Johnny’s hand on yours, you look down you haven’t written anything but you feel horrible. You put the pen back, maybe you can’t put it into words yet. Johnny takes your hand and leads you away from the table. You squeeze it looking up at him.

“What’s your favourite memory?” He asks. 

“When we used to work night shifts together, she would always find a way to make them fun.” You say leaning up against him. He wraps his arm round your waist as you see Chloe’s mother come into the room. She’s still dabbing her face as she makes her way to the centre of the room accepting a drink off the tray when it is bought to her. People gather around her as she nods, thanking them for coming, she then takes a sip of her drink and clears her throat as Chloe’s dad comes to stand next to her. She starts giving a speech but you’re only partially listening, she talks about how well Chloe did in med school, finishing almost top of her class and landing a job at the Royal. You can hear her trying her hardest to seem impressed with it, she looks round the room and her eyes meet yours. 

“She always had such a zest for life, in the people she knew and the way she chose to live. Some would say a troubled child, she especially since showed no interest in the military.” There it was the sly comments as the room chuckles. You sigh taking another drink off the tray as the butler walks by. You look round the room, You don’t want to be here anymore. You wonder if you could find her old room? Maybe she would have some memories tucked up in there, would definitely be better then this shit. 

“C’mon.” You say gently pulling Johnny and slipping out the room. You put your drink down on a table and head for the stairs.

“Where are we going?” Johnny asks as you lead him.

“I want to find her room, I just need, closure.” You say, he nods. You can’t remember where her room was exactly, you start peaking through doors down the long corridor.

“Do you know where it is?” Johnny asks following you. 

“I think so it’s been years since I’ve been up here.” You look through another door into a lush office, you’re about to close the door when something catches your eye. You go in the room without even thinking heading over to the desk with papers strewn all over it. 

“Chloe had interesting taste.” Johnny says looking round the room. You ignore him picking up a folder and opening it. 

“Johnny come look at this.” You say as you flick through it, it’s pages of information, with pictures of Johnny, Price, Gaz even some of you. It was a photo of Johnny that caught your eye. 

“What the fuck.” He says taking the folder out your hands. You look back over at the desk there are more papers, some in Arabic, pictures of weapons and artillery, medical supplies and closed crates of God knows what. You pick up one of the photos. 

“This is from the base I was at in Syria, this is the store room.” You say as you turn the photo over there is a date and a time written on it. 

“This was 3 days ago.” You say showing Johnny, he comes over and starts thumbing through the papers.

“Watch the door.” He says taking the photo out your hand. You nod and move to the door cracking it open slightly so you can see down the hall. Johnny takes his phone out and starts snapping photos. You look back every now and then as Johnny is moving with careful efficiency, making sure to move everything back to the place it was. You look back down the hallway, you can hear voices on the stairs.

“Johnny!” You call trying not to shout. He nods putting his phone away as you slip out the door just before you hear the voices turn the corner. Johnny pulls you into a room closing the door behind him. 

“Do you think they saw us?” You whisper. He puts his hand up to shush you as he listens.

“I don’t think so.” He says moving away from the door. You look round the room, this is Chloe’s room. You go over to sit on her bed, it looks like most of the furniture has been moved out and the room has been stripped of all its personality. You run your fingers over the bedding. It’s just a guest room now, you suspect it has been for a few years. 

“You okay?” Johnny asks stepping over to you. You sniff the tears away, all you can do is nod. You look up at him his fingers stroke your cheek. 

“Mind if I have a few minutes?” You ask, he nods. 

“I’ll meet you back downstairs?” He asks, you nod in reply. He reaches down and plants a kiss on your forehead then walks out the room closing the door behind him. You get up going to the dresser and pulling on the small lopsided drawer, you smile at yourself when you can’t open it. Most people would think it was jammed, her parent’s and sisters defiantly did. You reach into your pocket taking a card out your purse. You shimmy it between the drawer in the spot you remember Chloe showing you years ago. The drawer clicks open and you can pull it out just a few centimeters you reach in and pull out a letter, a half pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You smile, you close the drawer as it clicks back into it’s broken state. You put the items in your pocket and go to leave the room. Now you just want to go home. 

You’re walking down the hallway as you hear a door open, before you can do anything you’re shoved up against a wall. 

“What the fuck!” You shout sick of people pushing you up against things. Your chest is pressed up against the wall your arm twisted behind your back, your broken rib sending shooting pains up your body you have to squeeze your eyes shut. You can’t see who it is behind you but they’re strong. 

“What the hell are you doing up here?” He spits. “Have you been snooping in places you shouldn’t?” It’s Mark one of Chloe’s brothers.

“Let me go, for fucks sake!” You reply fear rising in your chest, you don’t like this, you don’t like being held down. You’re not even paying attention to what he’s saying, your breathing gets quicker you’re starting to panic. Your eyes dart around looking for a way out or Johnny, anything to get out of this situation, you’re not even listening to him talk. You’re starting to loose track of reality his hands pinning your shoulders down you’re back in that room being tied to the chair Jack up in your face-. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing!” The arms leave your body you see Johnny, you let out a breath, blinking to make sure he’s real. You start walking over to him as you pat yourself down. 

“I was saying good-bye to Chloe, not that you really care Mark.” You manage to say as you reach Johnny. He wraps his arms around your waist and you pull him to the stairs, you don’t stop walking you just want to get out of here. Mark doesn't follow you, he doesn’t say anything. You see Chloe’s mother on the way out, luckily you can play the tears off as grieving, not the fact that now every step is like a knife driving into your rib-cage. Thank God you never have to come back to this place. 

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When you make it to the flat you ignore Simon and Johnny making your way straight out to the balcony. You feel like shit physically and mentally, there is a cool breeze now as the rain has stopped and the sun is peaking through the clouds for the last few hours of daylight. You reach into your pocket pulling out the packet of cigarettes and the lighter. It’s old almost empty with stickers all over it. You’re not even sure it’s going to work but when you try it the flame springs to life. You take a cigarette out lighting it between your fingers. You don’t smoke, so this is the best Chloe is going to get from you. You open the letter next, you look at the date on the top. 14th of June, the day of the party, you can’t help but scoff. 

‘To whoever finds this but most likely Ashe. 

Remember that night we had the 3 car RTC come in to A&E? It was one of our first shifts as qualified nurses. We had no idea what we were doing and were just going with the flow which meant a lot of stitches and hand holding. I remember everyone who died that night and they all died without getting to say goodbye. I remember when you told me about how it’s common for people in the army to write letters for their loved ones if they die.

I was never worried about you dying, you’re too much of a pussy for that. Okay that was rude I’m drunk. I thought when you joined the army you would become a massive bitch, like everyone else in my life who sold their soul for queen and country.

Anyway, I wanted to write a letter for you in-case I get the bright idea of joining the army and forget about it. Or I don’t know my crazy family finally get the bright idea that their life would be easier without the black sheep (that’s me by the way not David… cos David’s black…oh you’ll understand.)

OOOO don’t let my family bury me in that depressing family plot it’s stupid I don’t want it, make them throw my ashes in a forest or something. Isn’t that what people do right they want their ashes spread in the sea or in a forest? The sea is scary full of sharks and shit. 

I’m very drunk. My mum is driving me crazy I counted how long before she made one of her comments. 3 MINUTES, SHE COULDN’T EVEN WAIT. ‘Hello sweety, I can’t wait for the day I see you in dress uniform.’ WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!!!!

The next party I’m coming in scrubs!!

I hope you miss me when I’m gone, what would you do without all this juicy drama? 

And you’re not allowed to die okay, if you’re reading this and I’ve kicked the bucket you’re not allowed to die leave the army and spend all your time fucking Johnny. He is fit if you don’t want him I’ll take him. 

I can’t even remember what I was going to say now. Just don’t die!!. 

Chloe 

PS: I had the biggest crush on you in uni.'

“Hey, you want some space?” You look up at the door through tear filled eyes, you can’t tell if it’s because of the letter or the cigarette smoke. Simon’s standing there. You shake your head looking back down at the letter. He walks over to sit next to you picking the packet of cigarettes up. 

“Smoking?” He says taking one out putting it between his lips. 

“They were Chloe’s, the same packet she hid from her parent’s when she still lived with them. She was convinced they were lucky or something, since she never got caught with them.” You explain folding the letter up watching the ash fall off the end of the cigarette. You let the butt fall out your hand onto the floor. You hear Simon light the cigarette as he coughs. 

“Fucking hell.” He says looking at you, you can’t help but smile as he looks at the cigarette in disgust. 

“They are over 10 years old.” You say. He shakes his head. You turn the letter over in your hands. 

“What did it say?” He asks, you shrug. 

“She told me not to die.” You wipe the tears away as Simon’s arm comes round your shoulder pulling you up against him. You rest your arm across his stomach as he takes another puff of the cigarette. You just sit there in silence until he’s finished, flicking the end on the floor. 

“She seemed like a good person.” Simon says after a while. You nod, she was. 

“Why did you ask if she had key’s to my place?” You ask eventually. 

“She was killed a street away from your place, I remember when I dropped her off after the party she lived on the other side of the river.” He says. You sigh, why does that matter? She could have been killed in your flat, where it happened isn’t important. You shiver feeling the cold. 

“Come on, lets go in, Johnny insisted on cooking.” You move as Simon goes to stand up he holds out his hand for you and you take it picking up the packet of cigarettes on the way. When you get inside it already smells good. Johnny is in the kitchen chopping something with his back to you but turns when hears the door close, he smiles then turns back to his chopping. 

“What you cooking?” You ask.

“Shepherds pie!” Johnny calls back. 

“Need a hand?” You ask heading to the kitchen.

“Sure, you can fry the meat.” Johnny says looking at you smiling. 

“In a second.” Simon says grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the kitchen. He takes you to the bedroom turning the light on and going to the dresser kneeling down and pulling the bottom drawer out completely. You can’t see inside very well, you move to look but he’s already up on his feet. Simon hands you a pistol, you look up at him confused. It’s heavy in your hands, you pull the barrel back checking if it’s loaded, it’s not. He passes you a mag you take it in your other hand. 

“Know how to use it?” He asks, watching you load the mag. 

“I haven’t shot a weapon since basic.” You say chuckling nervously, and even then it was in a controlled environment. 

“Quick refresher then, basics, never…” Simon looks at you to continue.

“Put your finger on the trigger until you’re ready to fire.”

“Always..”

“Be sure of your target and look beyond it.”

“Never..” 

“Leave a weapon unattended.”

“Always..” 

“Unload the weapon when not in use.” You say as you unload it. It feels wrong holding it in your hand. Where did they even get it from? This is very illegal. ‘With what happened, you’re under our protection.’ You remember what Price said, what did you need protecting from? Something felt wrong you think back to the office today, to all the paperwork and files on you, 141, the base. You hand it back to Simon.

“We’ll take you to the range tomorrow get you some practice in.” He says bending down to put it back and sliping the drawer back in. He stands up brushing a strand of hair out your face as you just gawk at him. 

“Should I be worried?” You ask. He shakes his head. 

“It’ll make us feel better, knowing you have something if we’re not here.” He’s being cryptic, and he didn’t answer your question. You shake it off, you’ve been through too much today, you just want to relax. 

“Got any other surprises under there?” You ask as his hands find your waist and he leads you out the room chuckling. 

“We keep the C4 in the bathroom, Johnny makes such a mess when he’s playing around with it.” Simon says as you walk back to the kitchen. You can’t tell if he’s joking or not. He has to be joking right? You go stand next to Johnny watching him scrape chopped onions and carrots in a pan. You kiss him on the cheek, he didn’t have to come to the funeral today, but honestly you’re glad he did. 

“Feeling better?” He asks.

“Feeling hungry.” You reply as the smell of the onions frying hits your nose. 

“Good because I’m making a big portion. How ‘bout you get started on those spuds.” He smiles you nod. Simon opens the fridge taking out a beer. 

“Yes please!” Johnny calls as soon as Simon cracks it open, he sighs handing the beer to Johnny and going back in the fridge. You smile picking up a potato. Maybe you were just overthinking everything. You remind yourself you just had to get through today, the worse was over now you can try and heal, if that’s even possible.

Next Part

I really didn't know how to end this one I was hungry when I finished writing it and honestly I could have kept going for ages...

[about-faces]

Last night, I was once again struggling to actually write smut for a Harvey/Bruce/Gilda fic, when I noticed a very timely new guest comment on my Gilda fic, Bust. It was the first truly critical response I’ve gotten so far, and while that sort of thing would normally send me into a depressive tizzy, I actually found it really interesting!

So instead of actually writing the ship, as I should have been, I wanted to take this opportunity to think about just why the heck I shipped them in the first place.

Here’s how I responded, with added scans to hopefully better illustrate my point, plus some additions that occurred to me upon drafting this post:

I’m actually glad you raised this point, because I would have felt the exact same as you just a few years ago!

I’m gray-asexual, and I used to be a bit bothered by the rise of Bruce/Harvey shippers, because it was their canonical platonic FRIENDSHIP that mattered so much to me. I gradually warmed up to the shippers, because 1.) I realized I was ace and they probably weren’t, and 2.) they at least understood the importance of Bruce and Harvey’s bond, which is more than I can say for LOTS of official DC media.

Still, something bugged me about the ship, and I realized what it was: the lack of Gilda from the equation. She’s always been deeply important to me, especially her scant older appearances, and erasing her for a Bruce/Harvey ship (even one I’d come to appreciate) didn’t sit right with me.

But like you said, it’s not canon, and I’ve always been deeply invested in canon, even the stuff that’s frustrating and contradictory. So yeah, the throuple would have bugged me too.

Except! It all depends on WHICH canon you’re talking about!

So over the past 15 years, I’ve been obsessed with tracking down the entirety of the obscure, forgotten Batman newspaper comic strip from 1989-1991. I’ve posted the entire thing at @batman-daily, and I strongly encourage you to check it out. A couple years ago, I reread it and noticed something really interesting: the remarkable relationship between Bruce, Harvey, and the latter’s wife, Alice, who is Gilda in every way but name. They are all mutual friends, with Alice even going to visit Bruce alone to help/bully him to take care of himself.

It all reads like a perfect long-game setup for a love triangle, or for Harvey—having become Two-Face—to go after his loved ones in a jealous rage, like he did in Paul Dini’s “Two-Timer,” a story which notably showed that Grace had feelings for Bruce.

With that in mind, consider the final story arc of the newspaper strip, wherein Bruce acknowledges his OWN feelings for Alice and PASSIONATELY KISSES HER, all in a hilariously roundabout way to save her marriage to Harvey! It makes sense in context and is frankly hilarious.

And it works! Because Harvey isn’t jealous! The love triangle conflict you expect NEVER HAPPENS! Because they all love one another! And that love saves Harvey in the very end!

Was it explicitly a throuple? No, but nor have Bruce and Harvey ever canonically touched dicks. And yet the love between Bruce and Harvey in canon is true and real enough that shippers who want to make it sexual are perfectly allowed to do so, because it’s the love that matters. At least, for those of us who aren’t afraid to acknowledge the love between men, platonic or otherwise. And that love is rooted in canon.

So consider this: the mutual three-way-love between Bruce, Harvey, and Alice/Gilda is ALSO canon. That comic strip has been officially accepted as DC multiverse canon in the “Crisis on Infinite Earths: Absolute Edition,” which designated it as Earth-1289.

Furthermore, there’s something else you need to consider: the fact that Harvey HAS been used in love triangles against Bruce in several stories in recent decades. I already mentioned “Two-Timer,” but there’s also Nolan’s “The Dark Knight,” the animated “Gotham By Gaslight” film, and the Telltale game. In various ways, these stories serve to throw a wedge in the friendship between Bruce (the protagonist, whose story serves him) and Harvey (the guy who is going to lose it all, the woman included). I hate that shit. I hate the contrived drama that’s meant to stir up needless added conflict between two men who love each other.

And then, on the other hand, you have Mariko Tamaki’s Gilda story from “Batman: Black and White.” Tamaki depicted Harvey and Gilda being in a distant, loveless marriage, where even on their wedding day, he was constantly ignoring her in favor of work. The only person who could actually get his attention was Bruce.

At the time, this felt an awful lot like that problem I was talking about with the Bruce/Harvey shippers: raising up the gay ship while throwing the woman under the bus. In this case, for the purpose of doing an avenging girlboss take on Gilda. I hated that too, especially when Tamaki didn’t even follow through with the gay subtext in her next, miserable Two-Face comic.

You know that meme of a bride, groom, and best man all kissing one another, while the bride flips off the cameraman in the end? @whipbogard redrew the Tamaki wedding scene as that meme, right around the time I reread the comic strip. And suddenly, everything clicked into place for me.

After a lifetime of never, ever having any serious fandom ships, I fell in love with the idea of Bruce/Harvey/Gilda. Take what the comic strip did and bring it into the mainstream canon I love to spite the canon I hate.

In those great old Gilda stories, she saw through Harvey’s bullshit and knew how to reach him, however temporarily. She could do the same with Bruce. She’d be a valuable third voice for the ongoing toxic relationship between Bruce and Harvey, the one who could love them both while also getting to be frustrated with how fucking stupid and fucked-up both these men are.

Before she was reduced to a ride-or-die killer housewife in "The Long Halloween" (which, I'll grant you, has its own appeal), classic Gilda would actually stand up to Harvey and tell him to cut out his shit or else. I love the idea that she can also see right through Bruce, understanding how very alike he and Harvey are, even if they don't want to admit it.

Writing Gilda this way speaks to me as a longtime fan of both men, while also wanting to try to develop her place, as a woman stuck in the middle of their decades' worth of conflict and angst. She sees these men at their best, worst, and most pathetic/ridiculous, and while she's got the nerve to stand up for herself and call them out as needed, she still loves them nonetheless. For me, Gilda has become the voice for fans just like me, who are helpless to stop Batman and Two-Face from continuing the cycle of violent, toxic friendship, but still loving them nonetheless, and always hoping for the best.

So, at this point, let’s say I’ve at least managed to make you grudgingly accept my reasoning for the relationship. Even if that’s true, I’m gonna guess that the mention of a threesome felt like it came out of left field. I can’t argue with that. I wanted to actually write that as its own smutfic but, being ace, I struggle with that. But I really liked the idea, and as I was writing this, it just really wanted to be mentioned, so I included it.

The response has been positive (until now), which indicated to me that I had been successful in introducing Gilda as a viable third into a slice of fandom which had only shipped Bruce and Harvey. This is fanfic, after all, such things are expected, even encouraged, so I leaned into it.

Now, if I were ever (un?)fortunate enough to write for DC, officially? I doubt I’d have the nerve to go that far. But I’d still want to at least embrace the polycule-coded relationship between those three that we saw in the newspaper comic strip. I think it adds a whole new, refreshing spin on their ongoing dynamics, while being rooted in relationships that were established all the way back in 1942 by Bill Finger.

Finger’s story, at its heart, was all about how love can save a life. How love is the only way to defeat the villain. For Harvey Kent’s part, Gilda’s love was every bit as important as Batman’s unwillingness to give up on his friend. So I’m just taking it one step further within the freedom allowed me by fanfic.

Sorry for the length of the reply, but as you can see, I only came to this shit after several decades of thinking about 80+ years of official material. I hope I have at least been able to lessen your feelings of being jarred out of a story you otherwise seemed to appreciate. For my part, I hope to further develop the potential of this fucked-up polycule in future stories, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll be able to get you on board too. Hope to see you then!

(art by ofossart)

[hainethehero]

Same anon as before: on a different but related topic, what's with all the BT shippers who have eddie or Diaz in their tumblr name, or have eddie as their pfp??

I find it very weird and confusing and hard to tell who's a BT shipper. Do you think these people are just shipping BT for now, but want buddie endgame? Do you think they really like Eddie?

BT shippers who claim to like Eddie, what kind of future do you envision for him if BT is endgame? He hangs around as BT's awkward third wheel single friend? He comes out and ends up with a random guy? He gets another girlfriend, but this one actually sticks? Buddietommy throuple? I'm curious.

I think it's WILD that you think BT shippers can't also like Buddie.

It may be hard for some toxic buddie stans to consider, but the reality is, a lot of BT shippers are also Buddie shippers who just like Tommy as well. I myself love Eddie. Eddie is my favourite out of the three characters, and you'd notice that if you peeped my Tumblr a little better. Most of the fics I've written about them is Eddie centric.

And I can't believe I have to say this but, IT IS POSSIBLE TO SHIP BOTH BT & BUDDIE.

IT IS POSSIBLE TO SHIP THEM AS A POLY SHIP.

IT IS POSSIBLE TO LIKE EDDIE & STILL SHIP BT

IT IS POSSIBLE TO SHIP BUDDIE & STILL LIKE AND ACKNOWLEDGE THAT BT IS CANON

Anything is possible because people are allowed to like MULTIPLE SHIPS! It's not that complicated!

So what if a BT/BuddieTommy fan has Eddie as their pfp? Or Eddie in their name?! When did the rules of fandom and fanfic become so absolutely strict & rigid to the point where people aren't allowed to like what they like??!!! Why do you care if people really like Eddie or not? Are you the Eddie police? I'm guessing if they have him in their pfp, they like him. And I'm guessing if they have him in their pfp, it's also respectfully none of your concern.

As for your absolutely strange questions about what I envision for Eddie/who he'd end up with (I think u should be concerned with what you envision for him & not some stranger on the internet):

He'd still be Buck's best friend if BT ended up as endgame

He'd be in a polyamorous relationship with them and get all the d*ck he wants (my personal preference)

Or the writers will give him another gf

My point is, Eddie's reality can be whatever YOU want it to be through the magic of fanfic and fandom. Idk if you know but, fanfic & fandom are by-products of shows/media like 911 where their storylines differ. If what you want to happen doesn't happen in canon, you have the ability and freedom to change it through fanfic.

Y'all need to stop assuming your ships/beliefs about characters/storylines are canon and understand that these shows/movies have their own writers and by extension, storylines. And that's okay. That's why fandom exists.

The problem is when you begin to assume that the entire show is gonna change its plot for your ships.

[luvwich]

wip whenevers

i was tagged by @ghostoffuturespast to share some work in progress! there's a lot of work and not much progress to speak of but here's a run-down of everything in active development

shanghai 57

some cp77 characters for the this story i've been piecing together. that's regina jones and an OC of mine, mariano torralba / tiyo nano, in their wild youth! (their middle age is wild but their youth was, too)

the fic is mostly-outlined and i'm in that stage of trying to catch a vibe on character voice, setting, all that good and extremely difficult stuff

hypercritical season 3

elsewhere in that universe i've been plotting this nameless post-canon fic that continues mike and vania's story from where crescent&redwood left off.

i will put my cards on the table, a lot of this one is motivated by me wanting to continue their "dynamic" with johnny, lol. (throuple airhorn) (i reveal my cards with a flourish and nobody is surprised, because i have posted excerpts of this before and because it's me)

but i'm also really grooving on the quasi-solarpunk setting where we last found them, and wallowing in the angst V feels after her decision to do the surgery and fuck people over.

Amidst a five-by-two grid of other structures, V's was the last greenhouse on the left. It was a ramshackle assembly: panes of reclaimed plexi-glass bound together with scrap metal and thick cords of hope. A dinky little thing that seemed always on the verge of failing. Though one or two bad storms had jeopardized its integrity, it was still here. She smiled over a shoulder at it as she plodded over the darkening ground toward dinner.

sometimes i do weird shit like use graphviz to plot out what i think the emergent themes of a thing are. i don't know if this helps me in any way but it's fun. the nonsense i'll go through just because i want a blorbo threesome i stg. pointing and laughing at myself.

royal blue

i'm writing a follow-up chapter to that fucking bummer one-shot i wrote about valerie and river a little while back. i can't leave them miserable like that!

breached (smutty collab)

i worked with @streetkid-named-desire on a one-shot with their OCs VG and batsheva and it turned out really cute :3 lookin for beta readers rn!

V's interface dribbled into the emptiness, everything but the maze and mouse thinning out into wavering lines. He could feel what she was doing through his avatar. The sensation wasn't quite the same as when he was in realspace, but it sizzled through his nerves like the aftershock of a dream. Somewhere in the netrunning chair's hardware, bits and bytes were scrambling to make sense of the feeling of Bea's wet, beautiful mouth dancing over his cock. The result was an exhilarating, electric connection that felt like neither life nor the Net.

bg3 bros helping bros

last but not least this is most likely the next thing i'll actually publish, and it's A Bit Different for me! i was possessed by the idea of Rugan and Gale having a hush-hush no-homo encounter a while ago and reeled off some lil bits for the fabulous Zhentil Keep discord. for whatever reason (probably because i have 80 other things to work on!!) i picked this up again over the weekend.

Now, Gale wasn't the slightest bit wrong. It was a nice cock, and anyone who espied it had the right, nay, the duty to say as much. But how'd he manage a glimpse from so many paces away, at the edge of moondark at that? Perhaps he'd deployed some perverted hocus-pocus in order to steal a look at the Zhentarim serpent. 

i have some kind folks beta-ing this, and i really need a title. it's the first thing i've written for bg3! i was trying to ship rugan with my tav but this scene has gripped me and i kind of love him with gale more now?? it happens

[zeebreezin]

32 for the sequencer throuple 👀

MWAH! That’s me kissing you for letting me write my favorite bastards :)

#32 - A Kiss while someone watches

There was a hand running through his hair. It was the first thing Laurence was aware of as reality swam back, all too slowly. Long, gloved fingers carding through slicked back curls as he lay there, resting on something soft. Somewhere that felt miles away, a gentle voice hummed a hymn he didn’t recognize. It was a battle to try and keep his eyes open, one Laurence lost almost immediately. His head felt like it was filled with cotton and lead. Every muscle ached, far too sore to even consider moving. Something burned at the crook of his neck. It was tempting to drift back into sleep, lulled by the soothing, repetitive motion. And yet, Laurence did his best to fight off the urge as he tried to put the pieces together.

He remembered the ship, at least. Vincent’s ship, loaded up with a handful of people he’d hired. They’d nearly arrived, apparently, when Laurence had been invited to dinner, just the two of them. Vincent had talked about- something. Something important, something that mattered to him. He’d asked Laurence if he trusted him, that cocksure smile falling away into a soft and sweet thing. Of course he did. He trusted the man more than he trusted himself, enough to follow him out here and still keep going. Things got hazy from there, a jumble of sensations - but there was something bright. Impossibly bright.

“…There you are. Can you hear me?” The voice above him cut through his jumbled thoughts.

It took Laurence a moment to realize he’d begun to hum along to her song. It took him another moment to realize that his head was currently laying across her lap. He tried to shift, to mumble an apology, but all he managed was a soft noise of pain.

She hushed him, brushing a now-loose curl from his face. “Shhh, it’s alright. You’re in no danger here. Breathe. You’re safe, Doctor, but now you need to rest.” Her voice was gentle, but assured. She began her little song again soon after speaking, that same hymn Laurence did not know but felt himself hum. It was far easier to follow the melody than it was to speak. He could feel her smile from above him as consciousness began to slip in and out.

Time passed strangely. Eventually, Laurence heard a door open on the far edge of his awareness.

“Are you enjoying your gift, radiance?” He knew that voice, didn’t he? It didn’t sound like Vincent, though. Placid and oddly emotional, in a way Laurence could only think of as sounding lost.

The woman - Vincent’s Radiance - spoke soon after, never pausing her gentle touch. “He’s coming back to us, I think. There’s no need to worry, Vincent. You’ve done well.”

Laurence faded back in and out of the not-quite-dark of sleep, listening to snatches of conversation. A good trip. Complications, the roses. Half in, half out. A procedure, when his strength came back. The roses. Isobel. Eventually, the overwhelming exhaustion started to fade, leaving an aching pain in its wake.

He’d just managed to crack his eyes open when the two leaned in. Isobel - that was her name, wasn’t it? - pressed her lips against Vincent’s with that almost ethereal grace of hers. It was barely contact, little more than a brush. But the look of overwhelming affection on Vincent’s face made it clear that it was more than enough.

“I’ll be back soon, I swear. Don’t wait for me, my love.” Vincent’s voice was little more than a whisper. It was only then that Laurence considered that he might be the gift Vincent had brought home.

[spicysix]

WIP Focus

okkieeee so last year i did this little game a couple of times, where i'd make a poll with my WIPs and the most voted one would be my main focus until i could finish writing it

i've been having a very hard writing block the last months, since my obsession with ST dialed down, but i still have WIPs i'd really really like to finish. and lately i've been reading more, and that inspired me so i've actually came up with MORE fic ideas and it's been driving me crazy cause i can't focus on one to finish writing

so once again i'm here begging for your help

the fics in the poll are in order of which one i wrote most for so far and they're all planned to be one shots. under the cut you can find more info about each fic. you can reblog for a wider range!

birds of a feather

based on billie eilish's new song of same name, a soulmate!AU where you can feel pain when your soulmate gets hurt. robin had her theories, but they're only confirmed when she's stuck on the russion lab under the mall - steve harrington is her soulmate. how does she deal with that little bit of a character study on robin, will probably not be too long and won't stretch out further after the events of s3

illinoise

based on sufjan steven's song "The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!", i'm not actually sure exactly what i wanna do with this. i have two versions of this fic that i started, but the main thing is that it's through steve's POV as the Party grows and moves out and does things with their lives, but he and eddie grow a friendship through the years but eventually eddie also moves out and that's how steve realizes how he felt - it was more than friendship for him, he was in love. oblivious baby. again, i'm not so sure about this one, it's just that this song has touched me so deeply i need to write something for it

punk!steve

i talked a bunch about it here MANY months ago, but basically, spicy six moves out to a city with a big punk scene, jonathan introduces that scene to steve who finds a way to express his emotions through that music and the concerts and the culture as a whole, but without an extreme change of visuals. fic is told through eddie's POV, seeing steve finding comfort and finding himself in this new subculture, changing himself so subtly but also so obviously, and kinda falling in love in the proccess. i'm still not sure if anything's gonna happen between them in this fic, or if it's a pre-relationship, or if it's gonna be a throuple thing [eddie x steve x jonathan] but the ship is not the focus here

trains

based on song of the same name by porcupine tree, haven't written a single word for it yet but i really want to. i'm thinking cousins chrissy & steve who reunite every summer when chrissy spends it at steve's home, and robin is steve's bff of course so that's how they meet. i'm thinking robin's POV every summer waiting for chrissy to arive, and as they grow older they fall in love

[sometimesanalice]

Ooo for the ship game!

Up the Ante throuple 😏

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Ah! These were such fun ones to answer!

I wrote you a novel, haha 💁🏼‍♀️

more for you!

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

They fuck! Ok jokes (but also 💁🏼‍♀️ lol)

She’s the quickest of them all to apologize. She’s for as much as she loves to banter and can give it back as good as she gets, she hates arguing. So when she knows she’s messed up she’s trying to make it right as soon as possible. She’ll also plan like an apology dinner 1-1, where she plans a meal with all the recipients favorite things.

Bradley is the type to stew. He takes a minute and dwells and beats himself up for making a mess of things. But once he gets his head out of his ass, he’s buying a very pretty bouquet (read: very expensive) to apologize with. He’s always very sincere because he knows words matter.

Jake can be a bit too easy breezy sometimes, and can be a little careless with feelings at times. When he goes a bit too far, he comes by with his mom’s famous pecan pie (the crust is always burnt just a bit) and a bottle of whiskey just in case something stronger is needed until all is forgiven.

Between the boys, if one of them oversteps they’ll usually have it out up in the air. And then when they’re back on the tarmac they’ll do that handshake/hug thing that guys do and leave it there. They don’t need to talk it out, they will just move on.

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

Jake calls her Darlin’. Bradley calls her Baby.

She would argue their callsigns are basically built-in nicknames. But also she’ll call Jake Cowboy and Bradley Pretty Boy (to make him blush)

When the boys are in a good mood they’ll swap things like Texas or Golden Boy or Hot Shot

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Not typically. They all still have their own places. But there was that one time someone forgot to set an alarm and they were all late getting to base. And if the boys roll in wearing the same shirts from the night before, but not the exact one they left the bar wearing, well… 🤭

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

In order of most flirty to least: Reader, Hangman, Rooster

She’s a MENACE. She gets such a kick out of seeing just how fast she can make those men lose their cool. She loves to see just how far she can push those boundaries, especially when they’re in public. She’s all eyelashes and wandering hands.

Hangman loves getting to banter with Reader and seeing just how much he can push Rooster’s buttons. He is the type to enjoy riling them both up. But he leans in more with the charm with her, and always comes in hot with a challenge with Bradley. He’s always wielding those dimples for the best kind of trouble.

Rooster is just too earnest. Sure he’s smooth and confident, but he doesn’t need to flirt because of the three he’s the most straight forward about what he wants (and gets it💁🏼‍♀️) His face is so expressive, that his smug smolder can be felt across the room.

fanfic ship ask game

[fennel-tea-and-nightshade]

Some shipping names for Eli ships ✨️💕

Poisonous obsession - ONE sided Eli x Norman

I think poisonous obsession always described more of the crush that Eli had on him, rather than the actual shipping itself. This shipping name obviously makes akot of sense, given that this crush started with Eli trying to POISON him and all that. Also we stole this name from the RWBY fandom, I think.

Normal Poison - Mutual Eli x Norman

Obviously just a play on normal human and Elis Poison association. I don't think anyone ships this anymore but if you do, who I am to judge. Go! Be free!

Abnormal Poison- Abnorman x Eli

No because I still remember this shipping name, and I think it's funny ok? It may be just another flavor of Eli x Moros but different enough to differentiate.

Healthy toxin - Eli x Lucas

This was a suggestion from V and it does make sense. It's mainly a play on the fact that Eli and Lucas are rather healthy but the fundamentals of their relationship is the most toxic shit.

Cordeceyps - Cordeceyps!Eli x Moros

Ah yes. That's the shipping name V said was a spoiler....for a good danm god reason. Naming them "Cordeceyps" now would be......ummm...*cough* Buuut I think it's still a good shipping name for an AU. "Cordeceyps" as a shipping name will always have special place in my heart

Morel - Eli x Moros

This.... might be the fucking FUNNIEST shipping name in any Hivemind settling YET. Morel is the type of mushroom Moros gave Eli to escpae the town. Morel ALSO is a Mix of the names Eli and Moros. Also Morel sounds like "moral" which is just....it's too glorious omfg

[No name yet] - Lucas x Eli x Moros

*inhale*

I NEED A SHIPPING NAME FOR THEM SO BADLY OMG. Also when I mean this, I maintain mean Eli dating Moros and Lucas, but in my headcanon Lucas and Moros definitely have something (mainly sexual lol) going on so.... you could see this ad "Elis harem" but also "The throuple" idccc..but I needs a nameeeeeeee

[moody-alcoholic]

Family

Now I will have a glass of wine and relax for the evening, because editing 2 chapters back to back was rough.

Summary: Ghoap x Reader, throuple. Slow burn (sorry but not sorry). 2.8k words. Reader is female (she/her), army nurse, non descript physical features, names used: Ashe. CW: Child abuse, mentions of war, toxic family dynamic, fuck Jack, alcohol.

AN: This chapter does have some heavy topics so if you want to skip it due to the content warnings that’s fine. You CAN skip this chapter and not miss any of the main story notes. This is basically just a little backstory into Jack and the shenanigans his family have been up to. TLDR: It's okay of you skip this chapter, we still hate Jack, fuck him he’s a bad person.

Previous parts - masterlist - next part

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Jack had always hated being told what to do, from a young age he would fight back. ‘A problem child’ his mother would say when he would kick up a fuss in public. ‘Just needs some strict discipline’ people would reply. Coming from a military family he learnt from a young age how to follow orders. His family were very proud of the fact they could trace their family history all the way back to the civil war. Jack had never questioned what he would do in life, he always knew in this household when you turn 17 you’re joining the military. He just hated being told what to do, then one day it all changed.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, 14 years old, his parents where hosting a goodbye party for his brother who was about to be shipped off to war. A right of passage, someone to look up to. Jack did look up to his brother, he loved his brother, watching him walk around in his shiny new uniform being doted on by everyone was the first time Jack decided maybe the military was for him. It was when his mother asked him to do something for her that he decided to kick up a fuss, he didn’t want to leave the party, didn't want to miss saying goodbye to his brother. 

“That boy needs some discipline!” His grandfather shouted at him pointing his cane. That was the only thing Jack remembered about his grandfather, the cane and the Vietnam War medals he would wear constantly. His mother screamed at him to listen making even more of a scene. 

“If I spoke to my mother like that my father would beat me! Young kids now-a-days have it too easy! You’ve all gone soft, God help our nation if these are the soldiers of tomorrow!” His grandfather barked. His mother embarrassed and frustrated attempted to drag him inside, it only made him fight harder. His father gripped him by the collar despite his mothers pleas that ‘she can handle it.’ He was dragged into the kitchen thrown on the cold tile floor. 

“How dare you embarrass me like this!” His father yelled. Jack was used to his father yelling used to feeling the back of his fathers hand on his face. This time was different, this time his father was furious. 

“I hate you!” Jack shouted as he pulled his body off the floor. His fathers fist found his face knocking him off his feet and the wind out his chest. Before Jack could react his father was dragging him along the floor. He pulled the pantry doors open throwing Jack inside.

“You will stay in there and think about your actions! No son of mine will ever speak to me that way!” The door was slammed shut the deadbolt closed. Jack sat there in the dark his head throbbing as he sobbed.

His brother let him out, opening the door and bending down, Jacks eyes still raw from crying, his head still throbbing. 

“Chin up champ, dad doesn't mean it, he loves you really.” He said extending his arm out to help him up. 

“He hates me,” Jacks said burring his head back in his knees, ignoring the hand. 

“He doesn't hate you, he just gets mad sometimes.” 

“Take me with you.” Jack begged, his brother just laughed. 

“I’m going to a war zone, I don’t think they let kids come Jackie.” 

“Don’t call me that!” Jack shouted back, he hated being called Jackie, Jackie was a girls name. His brothers and cousins would call him that to wind him up, he hated it. His brother laughed again walking into the pantry and sitting next to him. 

“How about when I’m back I’ll take you on a trip somewhere? New York, we could spend the day there see all the sights.” 

“New York’s boring.” Jack said huffing. 

“Okay, what about DC? You love DC, we’ll go to all the museums spend the weekend stuffing our faces.” Jack smiled at his brother who smiled back.

“You have to be good though? No more kicking up a fuss, no more fighting with mom and dad. Be a good boy and we’ll go for the whole weekend?” His brother said nudging him. Jack smiled throwing his arms round his brother. It was a good hug, the type of brotherly love Jack missed. Jack promised to be good, promised to not fight with his parents. He kept his promise, learned to just do as he was told even if he didn’t like it. 

His brother never came home. They said it was a bomb, some kind of landmine, there wasn’t even a body to bring home. Jack remembers his mothers sobs late into the night, his father becoming more withdrawn and distant. His other siblings leaving home one by one, each with a look of dread on their faces when they were sent to fight the same war that killed their brother. When they all came home safe time after time Jack couldn’t tell if his dad was relieved or disappointed. 

“To die for your country is the greatest honour you will ever know. Your brother gave his life for our freedom, you will do the same.” His father said as Jack left for marine boot camp. Jack liked being a marine, enjoyed it, met Susan his wife a navy mechanic one tour. When he went back to the US to get married, it was the first time he had seen his dad be proud. 

“You did good son, you’ll be wanting to start a family no doubt.” Jack’s father said to him on his wedding day. 

“I think it’s time you got introduced to the family business, so you can provide for my grandchildren.” Jack looked at his father confused. Little did he know what kind of world he was about to get himself into. 

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“We need to get rid of 141, they’ve already shut down our operations in Iraq and Urzikstan, if they get our routes in Syria or Lebanon we’re in trouble.” Jacks father says. Jack wasn’t really paying attention, sipping his whisky looking out down at the garden of his in-laws house getting ready for the party below. 

“I thought you were handling it?” Jacks father-in-law, Albert asked. 

“We ran into some problems in Urzikstan.” 

“Anything we should be concerned about?” 

“No, it’s being delt with. We should focus our concerns on the Syria route, we can deal with the rest later.” Jack heard a glass being put down, he turned to look. His father and father-in-law were stood round a desk in Albert’s study looking through papers. Jack walked over to the desk his fathers eyes watching him. 

“You are ready for Syria?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” Jack replied. 

“Getting you that base used all my contacts, you’re lucky your father was able to get you the promotion so quickly.” Albert said filling his glass with another drink. Jack was happy he got the promotion and the base, a supply depot in the middle of Syria. It is mainly used as a medical facility for the surrounding bases and a restock depot. Quiet and filled with supplies, supplies Jack would be responsible for selling to Al-qatala. It’s the first time he had been trusted to do something like this alone, without his fathers or his brothers help.

There was a knock at the door, Albert closed the files they were looking at and got up to answer it. Jack looked at his father sipping his drink, Albert was talking too hushed for Jack to hear. The music had started out in the garden, people must be starting to arrive. Albert came back to the table and finished his drink. 

“I am required to greet guests, I expect you to be down for my wife’s speech.” He says straightening his uniform out. Jack salutes him as he leaves. 

“Captain Price is going to be here tonight, I would assume he is bringing the rest of them with him. You should use tonight to get to know them, find their weaknesses.” Jacks father said.

“Are they really that much of a problem?” Jack asked. 

“They can become a problem very easily. Right now though we think we have thrown them off the trail.” Jacks father says finishing his drink. He pats jack on the shoulder putting the glass back on the drinks tray. 

“Don’t wait around too long Jack you’re expected to show your face at this event.” Jack nodded as his father left the room leaving Jack alone. He looked over at the folder, the one with all the intel collected on 141. He flipped it open seeing pictures, he needed to remind himself who to look out for. There was another knock at the door he quickly put the folders away leaving his glass and going to answer it. It’s his squad-mates-or since his promotion ex-squad-mates-they owed him one last favour though. 

“It wasn’t hard to get,” One of them says holding the gun out. Jack moves so they can come into the room. 

“Okay look, she needs to be gone before the speech starts and she needs stay gone for the whole night,” Jack explains. “The gun is to scare her only, that’s all you’re doing is scaring her.” They nod and the one with the gun tucks it away in his waist so it’s hidden. 

“Why are we scaring her again?” Jack hit’s him over the head tutting. 

“None of your business, you’re getting paid for it but only if she’s gone for the whole night.” Jack says.

“What can we do though? What if she screams or something?” Another one asks. 

“Gag her I don’t care, no marks on the face or arms though, in fact try to avoid leaving any evidence at all.” Jack says rubbing his temple. He starts to move them out the room.

“Come find me at the end of the night.” He says following them out. They head downstairs and Jack takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror in the hall, he always liked the way he looked in his formal’s, he likes the way it made him feel. Jack always liked the power of being in control, and now with his father and father-in-law trusting him with this latest trade he felt more powerful then he had before, he liked that, he smiled at himself in the mirror then headed out to the party. 

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Jack’s father walked up to him as he was mingling with some people. He felt the familiar squeeze on his arm. A sign to wrap up his conversation and move away from the crowd. He let his father lead him back over to the bar. 

“10 o’clock that’s Price, don’t stare.” His father said then ordered a drink. Jack turned to look his eyes scanning the crowd until he say him, he did recognised him, it’s his beard that gives him away.

“Who’s the guy with him?” Jack looking back at his father and ordering a drink. 

“Riley, his lieutenant, the guy greeting them is MacTavish.” Jack turned to look taking a sip of his drink. 

“Who’s the woman?” Jack asked looking back.

“Friend of Chloe’s MacTavish is her plus one.” Jacks father replied finishing his drink and ordering another. 

“His girlfriend?” Jack asked, his father sighed, Jack knew that was his job to find out. 

“Is she military?” Jack asked, he expected a sigh back.

“Army nurse, that’s all I know.” Jacks father got up off the stool. The band started to die down as Jacks mother-in-law took to the stage. Jack was not listening but he did raise his glass and nod when she mentioned his name, pointing him out as people turned to look at him. Chloe was absent from the rest of her family, thank God something is going right and they’ve done their job.

He wanted to make his way round the crowd towards Price, talking to them would be a good start to get intel. When the speech was finished everyone clapped and he started to make his way over as the music picked up again. Jacks father had beaten him too it of course, already shaking hands with Price. Jack picked up the end of the friendly introductions. 

“This is my son Jack,” He introduces them and Jack shakes Price’s hand. Jack listens to his father talk as his eyes focus over each person, they seem harmless enough, one of them is missing Garrick, maybe he was somewhere else in the party. Jack felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to look. It was one of his squad-mates. He squeezed his lips together grabbing him by the arm and leading him away from the crowd. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks. 

“There’s a problem, some girl came and caught us she took Chloe.” Jack feels his stomach drop, he quickly looks around.

“Where are the others?” He asks. 

“In the pool house, she gave Chris a bloody nose.” Jack dipped his head.

“Fucking hell, what did she look like?” Jack asks. 

“I-I don’t know,” He says stammering. Jack sighs.

“How drunk are you?” Jack says smacking the beer bottle out his hand. “If you saw her again could you point her out?” 

“Yeah,” He says sheepishly. Jack nods pulling him back to the crowd, he’s looking around as Jacks eyes fall back to Price and his father seemingly wrapping up their conversation as they shake hands. 

“Her there.” He points suddenly, Jack slaps his hand down tutting but looking in the direction. He sees the movement in the crowd and manages to catch a glimpse. Shit. It’s the girl MacTavish came with.

“You sure it’s her?” He asks. 

“Yeah, that’s her.” 

“Are any of you sober?” Jack asks. 

“Brian’s only had one beer.” 

“Bring him to me and the rest of you say out of my sight.” Jack says waving him away. Jack waits around till Brian arrives. 

“Follow, and don’t have anymore to drink I need one of you to be sober.” Jack says as he leads him inside. There are some people mulling around mostly interacting with Jack’s mother in law. Jack finds a corner with Brian as they pretend to make conversation. After a few minutes watches as Price leaves out the front door followed by Riley with the woman, MacTavish and Chloe. 

“Go get the car ready.” Jack says as he finishes his drink Brian nods slipping out the front door. 

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They follow them to an apartment building in Canary Wharf, everyone but Price leaves the car heading into the building. When Price drives away Jack reaches into the back of the car bringing out a laptop. Brian tries to make conversation Jack ignores him trying to find the mystery woman’s military file. Who was she and what connection does she have with 141? According to all the intel they had she has no connection with them. She has to be a friend though. Jack was just about to give up when he saw something that caught his eye. A medical note for MacTavish, signed by an army nurse, now he had a name, he looked her up. 

“Oh that’s her.” Brian says pointing at the picture on the file. Jack smiled, now he has a name, and a location. He makes Brian drive him back to the party and finds his dad pulling him back into his father-in-laws office. He places the laptop down on the table with her file open. 

“Who’s she?” His father asks. 

“How we get intel on 141.” Jack explains the situation to his father, leaving out the hazing part. The whole time looking for any kind of approval in his fathers expression. 

“How do you know she’ll talk?” His father asks. 

“She doesn’t need to, it’s win win either way she’s a bargaining chip.” Jack says.

“How do you know she’s so important to them?” Jack paused for a second. 

“I have the boys watching their movements.” He says, somewhat of a lie. His dad sighs he seems unimpressed. 

“I’ll get her on your base, regardless if you can get info out her or not this can’t fuck up any of the deals we’ve made.” His father almost spits at him. 

“Yes, sir, of course not.” Jack’s father finishes his drink handing the glass to his son. He looks like he want’s to say something more instead he shakes his head leaving the room. Jack watches him leave then turns back to look at the file on the laptop, she had to be close to them, she had to be the key, and there are always multiple ways to get information from someone. Army nurse, he scoffs, she’ll be easy to break.  

Next part

[elliemarchetti]

Unstable System

My first time writing for @marauders-rarepair-fics and I’m so excited. Hope someone likes this, and let me know if you’re interested in other underappreciated couples!

Prompt: Yellow (Prompt 1)

Ship: Sirius x Marlene x Remus or Marlene x Remus if you’re not into throuples, up to interpretation I guess

Words: 647

In the position she has been covering for nearly two weeks, Marlene was starting to feel a bit like a tennis ball, tossed from one side to the other of the court – the squabble escalated into an argument made of silences and sulking – by two obstinate players, namely Sirius and Remus. As if founding herself thorn between her best friend and boyfriend wasn’t enough, she didn’t even know exactly what happened, only that a prank had gone wrong and the other Marauders refused to get involved to make things right.

“You know I always do everything I can to defend him, but this time it’s up to Moony to choose whether to forgive him or not,” James had told her when she confronted him, and Peter had been even less helpful, saying he was willing to alternate the days he would spend with one or the other if things didn’t work out.

“They should manage on their own, they’re old enough by now,” commented Lily, between a yellow Every Flavour Bean and another, when she’d seen her drop facedown into her bed after dinner, and she would’ve agreed, if the issue hadn’t been between those two specific Gryffindors. Sirius was proud even when he apologized, and she knew too damn well how infuriating it could be, but he suffered greatly when there was no immediate forgiveness on the other side once he pronounced the magical word sorry, perhaps due to his impatient character or perhaps because of the rift his family created between him and his brother, a relationship apparently irreparable despite their young age. On the other hand, Remus was a good soul, patient, understanding, and the betrayal, as he put it, pushed him to distance himself only for fear of being hurt.

“What if it happens again? What if I’m just an expendable pawn in the long story of his life?” he had asked her one morning, as they climbed the stairs leading to their next class. “I’m not as sociable as him, I’m not that good at making friends. You, Sirius, James… you’re everything to me. My parents are old, I know they won’t be able to stay with me forever, and without your support, after all these years at Hogwarts…”

Marlene didn’t need to hear the end of the sentence to understand, because she shared those concerns as well, although among girls it was less rare to console each other during moments of weakness, while boys tended to bottle up their feelings, especially if they thought they made them look weak. Fortunately, something about her made people feel at ease, and she rarely had to extrapolate certain revelations by skirting around the issue.

“Remus, if James is Sirius’ sun, you are his moon,” she reassured him, but despite her decidedly poetic words, he didn't seem convinced.

“And what does this make you?” he wondered, making her laugh. Even when he was heartbroken, even when he should’ve been the protagonist of the conversation, he couldn’t help but worry about others.

“Probably a star: pretty to look at but not essential,” she decided, taking his arm as they crossed the threshold of the classroom to make sure he sat next to her. She hadn’t said that phrase to make him feel sorry, she knew what her place in Sirius’ life was and she didn’t mind not necessarily being in the first, but Remus seemed horrified.

“You’re not just a pretty thing to look at!” he exclaimed, catching the unwanted attention of some other students. “If I’m a moon, you’re like a planet of your own, and I orbit around the both of you incessantly.”

“It doesn’t seem like something set to end well,” she replied once she found a desk at the back, wondering if they were still talking about Sirius, and the sensation she felt gripping her guts meant something she should’ve realized sooner.

[howldean]

aren't fans kinda doing exactly what that article was talking about now to jensen? like we've literally been down this road before, shouldn't we kind of all know better than to project onto these dudes? especially when he has never labeled himself as queer and has been called het by his friends, + referred to the queer community as "that community" -- idk, it just seems like people setting themselves AND jensen up unnecessarily

i have absolutely no idea why i of all people have been by some force of god, nature, or reason, deemed the best and most qualified person to answer this question but ill roll with it

i don’t really give a shit. and to what degree it can be considered projection when these guys make a Living putting themselves in Situations. eh. but in regards to “that community” if jackles is homophobic still he does a GREAT job of hiding it because he gave me a genuine smile when i told him my name is dean and patted me on the back in a one of the guys way. so really eh. sparkle on jackles it’s wednesday don’t forget to be yourself. keeps talking anyway

first of all i think that everyone should get to do whatever they want forever until the end of time. second of all i think that to some extent by being not only an actor but actively engaged with your fandom you open the door to people being parasocial freaks about you. if you have boundaries, you’re a multimillionaire who goes to golf opens in hawaii who owns a half million dollar stove you can tell people they’re making you uncomfy. it’s also the nature of the acting celebrity experience to be host to speculation about who you’re with. it’s no one’s business but yours, and i think people waste a lot of time infighting about how much thirsting or speculation is allowed. if you don’t like shipping real people then don’t be around people who do and if you do then there’s this wonderful thing called ao3 i think you’re gonna enjoy.

let’s also acknowledge that this is welcoming discourse through a fucking buzzfeed article. we’re not exactly scholars here. be serious

in terms of homophobic jackles allegations, people have been DYING to know if that man is queer since his twink days. not for nothin but literally back to his soap times he’s mentioned being comfortable with the idea of playing a gay character. however he is also a cis white man from texas with a father who thinks drinking out of straws is gay. of course he’s a little homophobic, that’s what cyberbullying is for. but also people can grow and change and i really don’t think that proves things one way or another as internalized homophobia exists AND a shift in language is good and ideal regardless. so if he wants to platonically kiss his male bestie and get stage boners from him and call him his and his wife’s boyfriend and *gestures to the manifesto* then that’s literally his prerogative. and if he thinks he’s doing some bruce springsteen clarence clemons shit then a) how dare he and b) he needs to be put down c) you will NEVER be them. you work for the cw

ultimately, i really don’t mind regardless. if he’s straight congrats. if the j2 love tunnel beard wife theory is correct what the actual fuck but congrats to you guys i guess. if some jenmisheel throuple situation is happening congrats. but i don’t waste time overthinking the ethics of behavior that people online engage in. i personally believe that no one should be forced or pushed to disclose their identity if they don’t want to. but if something ever is said in any given manner i know that im going to have a WONDERFUL time on the internet about it

this is not a comprehensive Statement in any way, just some current thoughts. it’s past midnight and i’m not bothering to proofread

[erigold13261]

Hi I want to hear about The Parent Squad ship (aka Neon J, mama and DJ sub as a ship) how did they get together? What is their relationship like? Thanks! Love love Sayu Pyunnnnn❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💕

I had to go looking for the ship name because I forgot it, but it is called the Horizon ship or something along those lines! But yeah! I can talk about them! :D

Again, putting this under a read more because it is a LOT longer than I intended it to be.

This ship can have many different interpretations, I actually have a few depending on which pair gets together first (or if all three get together at the same time). For the most part though, in my own version of this ship, usually it is Neon as the center point between the other two, like the anchor or whatever.

I would say that my main interpretation of the ship has Neon and DJ being a sort of enemies to lovers, and Neon and Mama as close friends to awkward tension to lovers.

I don't usually have DJ and Mama as lovers as I see DJ as liking more masculine people, but if they are together they would be more like very lovingly platonic, if that makes sense. Like there will be days DJ or Mama just need a hug and Neon won't be there, so those two just cuddle together and talk, nothing really super romantic between the two, but very nice and comforting.

Anyway, in most of my iterations I usually have... actually, I think it's pretty even on whether Mama and Neon vs Neon and DJ getting together first.

DJ and Neon first: In situations where Neon and DJ get together first, it would be a bit faster, more physical, and Neon making a lot of the first moves but backing down almost immediately if DJ looked uncomfortable (which was often since DJ has not dated much). For me it usually takes a push from 1010 or the Sayu Crew (or both) to finally get these two idiots to break the ice fully and start dating.

After those two get together, I can see Neon getting closer to Mama without realizing it. He had let his guard down enough to relax more around Mama. And without her realizing that Neon and DJ were dating, she would kiss Neon one night after she put Yinu to bed after Neon had babysat for her.

This would terrify the shit out of Neon, thinking he is now a cheater and that he broke DJ's trust. He would feel like his ex-wife who cheated on him and how awful it was to find that out. And even though he was anxious and paranoid about losing this relationship, he would tell DJ immediately, after explaining to Mama why he freaked out.

She would apologize and go with Neon to explain what happened so she could support Neon and make sure DJ is mad at her, not him. But DJ is not that upset, he is a bit, but not as much as Neon thought they would be (which honestly, Neon thought he was about to be dumped and ghosted for the rest of his life).

The three have a chat, and DJ explains he is okay with the two being together if that is what Neon would prefer. Which is not at all what Neon wants. He loves them both, and hates himself for being like this, so indecisive and unhappy with just one person. It is like his marriage all over again where he had thoughts of being with other people, though he never acted on it.

After some time and more talking, calming Neon down from a panicked state, the three ended up coming to an agreement. I don't think them all dating was agreed to that very same night, but they did agree to take things slow and just see where things went. Over time they formed a really good bond and became a polyamorous throuple (or whatever it would be called).

Neon and Mama first: Similar to the other, Neon and Mama became very close while DJ and Neon were rivals. However, instead of Neon spending more time with DJ, he spend more time with Mama and Yinu. Either taking care of Yinu or helping Mama take care of herself.

He is still very careful about boundaries and tries not to push himself into either of their lives, but the fact that Yinu loved spending time at the mansion and playing with 1010 kinda forced Neon into her and Mama's lives.

As he took more and more care of Yinu with Mama, Mama started asking him to come to more events, like a school recital or even one of Yinu's doctors appointment so she wasn't alone. In turn Neon would offer her and Yinu to spend the night at Barracca Mansion or help him and Haym garden. It just turned into a cycle of giving more to each other.

I would say that one night, either after Yinu has gone to bed, or when Yinu is with 1010, so that Mama and Neon were alone, Mama ended up getting closer to Neon. She leaned against him and the two just talked. Neon was very nervous, thinking that something might be wrong with Mama, only for her to kiss him.

Neon was absolutely shocked by this. He was stunned silent and then started asking if she was okay and started making excuses because of to him this was not something that was supposed to happen. The two of them were not supposed to be together. He was not good enough for his ex-wife, why would he be good enough for Mama, who was a widow.

Not to mention he was terrified of possibly replacing Papa in Yinu's life. He loved Yinu like his own daughter, but his own daughter was raised by another man so he knew the pain of a daughter and father being separated, and he did not want to make Yinu upset about possibly losing the memories of her Papa because Neon took her position of father. It is a weird mentality that Neon has, but it is one that has stopped him from getting too close with Mama before now.

After he pushes her away gently, he explains this to Mama, who believes this kind of thinking is weird, but does not push it too much. At least, she wouldn't have if Yinu wasn't listening in on them and came out to hug Neon's leg and told him he didn't have to worry about replacing Papa, she could still keep his memory alive even if Neon and Mama started dating. She wanted both of them to be happy, and she would love to have Neon in her life even more, so if him dating Mama would do that then she wanted Neon to date her mama. Both were shocked and surprised but eventually started dating.

After being together for a few months, maybe a year (enough for Neon and DJ to start being friends and no longer idiots to each other) Neon and Mama ended up talking more about their past marriages, which let slip how Neon was always interested in other people when he was dating his ex-wife but how he never acted on any of those feelings. Which caused Mama to jokingly ask if he was interested in anyone else right now while they were dating.

He was silent. Mama, realizing Neon actually was serious interested in someone else, poked and prodded until he said he was started to develop feelings for DJ. Guilt and pain washed over Neon as he said this, only for Mama to hug him from behind and tell him it's okay. She doesn't care if he likes other people, heck he can go and have fun with DJ if he wanted, but just to let her know and to communicate with her. This was NOT the reaction Neon thought he would get, but honestly he was very happy with it and the trust that Mama had with him.

He didn't take her up on her offer for a while, not until DJ and him started getting closer over the course of a few collaborations and mini projects. One night Neon just hugged DJ's arm and the two started to dance to some music, getting lost in each other's company only for DJ to stop and ask about Mama as Neon and Mama's relationship was at least public knowledge to the megastars.

Neon explains the situation and even gets Mama on the phone to reassure DJ that it was okay, and then the two just went back to dancing. After a bit it could go either two ways: Neon brings DJ back to the mansion where the two hang out with Mama (who has either moved in or is staying there) or Neon drops DJ back at his apartment and Neon goes home to happily talk about the night with Mama while the two lay together. These situations continue to happen until DJ is just officially in the relationship now.

Mama and DJ together first: (I have never thought of this situation before, but I wanted to add it for some people who see these two getting together first)

Mama and DJ do not get along right off the bat once Yinu is added to NSR. They aren't RUDE to each other, but pretty cold. At least for the first few meetings since that is where they would have most of their interactions at first.

The first time they meet outside of NSR business was at a mall where DJ was being dragged around by the Sayu Crew to a store that Yinu wanted to go to. The Sayu Crew ended up taking Yinu all around the store while Mama and DJ sat down to rest.

The two ended up talking and Mama figured out that DJ is a parental figure to the Crew, which was not something she expected out of them. But the two's conversation was cut short as Yinu brought an item she wanted along with one she thought DJ would like and handed it to him before dragging Mama off to pay for the thing she wanted. The Crew kinda teased DJ because they all thought the item was perfect for them and it was funny that Yinu thought so too even though she hardly knew him.

Welp, over the next few meetings, Mama was a bit nicer to DJ though DJ was basically the same tone wise, he did put a bit more effort in conversating with her and Yinu though. Which all three ended up appreciating a lot.

After one of the meetings, the Sayu Crew invited Mama and Yinu out to an event that DJ was bringing them to since Eloni or Eve (either one works) couldn't make it with them and Yinu would really like it. They both agreed.

Mama and DJ were left alone for most of the event, leading to the two talking a lot. It was a very even talk, even though both are used to dominating the conversation, they were somehow able to work out a way that neither over shadowed the other during the conversation.

They talked about their childhood homes, their schooling, about plants and space. Both of them didn't even realize how late it had gotten as they talked until Yinu and the Crew came up saying the event was over. Yinu had a wonderful time and all the kids just started chatting up with Mama and DJ about all the cool stuff that happened.

I would say at this point, the two of them started growing closer. Maybe in a romantic way, but definitely at least in a platonic way at the moment. They would start searching for ways to get alone so they could talk more.

One time the two ended up somewhere cold and DJ gave Mama his jacket since the cold doesn't bother them. Another time on a walk Mama was able to pick fresh and safe plant life for the two to snack on. Other times it would be them with Yinu and the Crew, possibly a 1010, all just hanging out and enjoying ones company.

It gets to the point that Mama starts holding DJ's hand or DJ is wrapping his arm around Mama. Neither even realize they are doing this until it is pointed out to them, flustering both of them. But it only really made them want to be closer because now they realized they were unconsciously trying to be closer so why not just start dating.

Over the course of these two realizing they liked each other, Neon was there helping with the kids/teens. He would come up and talk with DJ when dropping off Zimelu for science lessons, or picking up Eloni from hanging out with the Sayu Crew under DJ's supervision. With Mama he would babysit Yinu at times, or hang out with the two and Haym when gardening, or even show Yinu how to dance and play other instruments like the violin.

Overall, Neon was in the background getting close to both DJ and Mama, but not nearly as close as the other two were getting with each other. Once the two started dating, he congratulated them and offered to be available more for Yinu or the Crew so they could have more alone time or to just help in any way he could. Which Mama and DJ did take him up on quite a bit. Though a bit too much.

Neon was running himself ragged trying to help everyone. He was helping Mama write music, developing Sayu's AI with the crew, keeping DJ on top of safety protocols in his planetarium, taking care of Yinu almost every other night, dealing with 1010 and both their shenanigans and mechanical upkeep, even helping Eve with art related woodworking stuff or Tatiana with excess paperwork. All of this on top of his managerial duties that not only covered 1010, but also robot and toy factories.

It got to a point that Neon collapsed in front of both Mama and DJ. Both were obviously worried for him, only to find out how much he was doing for everyone. The two ended up forcing him on a vacation, getting Tatiana's permission (heck, she was even in on forcing Neon to relax) and helping take care of him for at least the first few days as he recovered.

1010 helped too, but mainly they were keeping Yinu busy so Mama could help Neon. Well DJ and Mama ended up getting a lot closer to Neon because of this, appreciating him and the effort he put into their relationships even though these two never really noticed until now. They started paying more attention to their friend and all his good deeds that he has done.

After the forced vacation, Mama and DJ actually start inviting Neon with them to relax. They never called them dates because Neon would hate to be a third wheel, but it was basically like dates. Nice fancy dinners, walks along the beach, midnight drives in the countryside during full moons.

It brought them all together so much that Mama and DJ had a talk about asking Neon to join them in their relationship. At first Neon refused because he felt he would be an intrusion, but after a long late night talk on the beach, the three actually realized they all loved each other a whole lot and started their relationship all together.

[Okay wow, I REALLY did not mean to make this so long. But uh, hope this was a fun read! It was fun to write! :D]

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PrettyBoy ship (Tankhun/Tae)

So this one is kind of for @glamgoblin because we re talking about ghost ships and one of mine for KinnPorsche is TankhunTay. (I will probably go back and forth between spelling Tay like this (Tay) and like this (Tae) because idk...just be aware.) But we'll start off with some clarifications: 1- I have not read the full novel. I have it, but haven't finished it so my knowledge of the novel storyline is minimal. 2- I do know about the Time cheating on Tay storyline and that there's a Time/Tae/Tem throuple. Whether that's a long term thing or not--idk, and idc. Now onto this particular ghost ship!!

It's not wildly unpopular, I see them included in a fair number of fics, but it's just not the most popular ship for either of them really. Now in general I do headcanon Tankhun as ace, so I don't pair him off with anyone in my fics at this point. The reason that I like the pair though is kind of two-fold, one is purely aesthetics. They are both gorgeous and fashionable people.

Yes, Tankhun tends to be a little bit louder in their choice of attire, but there's a common interest there. Even without the fashion aspect, their color palettes work together, with Tay often wearing black and white, and Tankhun in vibrant color, occasionally with base of black or white.

I also personally headcanon that Tay is part of a mafia family, maybe a smaller family that works with the Theereapanyakuls. But he's not in an active role, and that's why he's at the shooting range and such. Friends with Kinn or not he can't be just a civilian. I think he runs one of his family's legitimate businesses which would be a fashion house. Maybe he designs as well, I do like that idea, but I also think that if he did he's not using his own name, or they're stating that the fashion house designed it and not attributing it to an individual. This is because like Kim he wouldn't put himself out there in a place where he could gain a lot of fame or influence when he can be linked back to his family.

Now for the I guess emotional reasons of why I think this ship works. I personally think that in order for anyone to work with Tankhun in a romantic relationship they need to be more on the mellow side of things. Tankhun needs someone who can balance and ground him. Not to say he needs someone to rein him in, but just someone who provides a calming presence while also accepting and enjoying Tankhun's vibrant personality. I feel like Tay can provide that. He's definitely fun, but he's also very intelligent, observant, kind of circumspect. [Sidenote: the subtlety of this acting by Us is freaking amazing. When I went into the show I didn't know anything about the cheating storyline...this was the only hint I needed that there was trouble in TimeTay paradise. That's real skill.]

We know Tankhun would have known Tay for quite a while, since him and Time are supposed to be school friends of Kinn, so at the very least high school, which puts them at about 8 years of knowing each other, but could be longer. If you consider that Tae is the child of another mafia family, maybe one they've worked with regularly they might have even known each other even younger, and it was just in high school that he became a close friend of Kinn and began to have more of a relationship with the Theerapanyakul family in general. Which is also going to create a level of trust with them. Tankhun, due to his trauma would struggle with trust, but would be able to trust Tay because he's someone that's kind of always been there. Perhaps not in a very close relationship, more peripherally for a long time, but still there, still present. Tay would have been present at least for the final kidnapping situation and the fall out from that. His level of involvement would vary, but to me he seems the type that would have checked in sporadically if he were at the main family house. Maybe sent cards or flowers. Tae's quite soft boy, so I can see him wanting to express that he's thinking about Tankhun and worried about him after all of it, even if they aren't super close.

Following the events of season 1 (and hopefully the actual death of Korn) I can see Tankhun making real strides with his anxiety and Tay being a presence that is around more often (after kicking Time to the curb) and them having an opportunity to have more meaningful conversations. Like not to be mean, but consider Tay showing up to have dinner and Kinn and Porsche are on the other side of the table being Kinn and Porsche, and he's now a third wheel. So he starts talking more with Tankhun. They have the shared interests of fashion but also a shared history. Tay can be a presence that also helps and encourages Tankhun to keep up with the progress we see him make in season 1. Runway seats at a fashion show I think could be a heck of a bribe to get him out of the house.

I call it the ship PrettyBoys for the obvious reason--they're both so pretty, especially their design and costuming in the show itself. Clearly the actors are quite pretty IRL, they're just generally a little more lowkey fashion wise, unless it's for an event. So....that's kind of why I like the ship, and some of my own personal headcanons about it. And as a special treat...just look at these beans...so damn cute.

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for the otp asks: 4, 8, and 17 for ya girl? 🥺💕

OHH HI SARAH!!! ;v; <3 (sorry this was so late, I was waiting for a day where I had more energy to write laskjfd). Original Post My only current OTP: Mourynn x Caithe (I still need to figure out a proper ship name for tags lksjdfdlf)

4. How did they first meet? In the Dream ;w; While the circumstances beforehand are a bit different (being trapped in the Dream for a year), and her portion of the Dream was cut off/bubbled (visualized with a giant closed Physalis flower), sort of in the same concept as like.. the Reboot™ game cubes that isolate a certain area), and as that began to weaken and Mourynn got closer to waking up, the Shadow of the Dragon was finally able to attack the weakened Physalis barrier to try and break through it. In a similar vein to the in game personal story, Caithe is sent in via the Pale Tree's help to help fight the Dragon and to get Mourynn out (and bc they had the same Wyld Hunt Dream, which TECHNICALLY it was supposed to be that they shared the same Dream too, but due to scion attachment issues, Mourynn's involvement got delayed and cut off, hence the Dragon attacking again even though Caithe had already experienced her part of the dream). So she met Caithe when she was able to intercept her Dream at the right time so they could fight the Shadow of the Dragon to help and get her out (which was mostly just Caithe saving her more than anything as at this time, Mourynn was physically very weak after all the changes going on in her body, so Caithe was essentially her hero AND the first person she ever met after being alone for so long alsdkjfldf). 8. What’s one way their personalities compliment one another? They both share similar Nightbloom personalities (loners, secretive, socially distant, introverted, etc), so they more easily compliment each other in this way since they're more or less on the same level, and they can be avoidant of large groups of people together. Individually, Mourynn never suspects anything suspicious of Caithe's flighty or cryptic behaviour (since she's probably overly-trusting of her lol), and Caithe is one of the few who can easily understand/decipher Mourynn's weird quirks and eccentricities (it took a little while at first, but after seeing some things from her PoV, she kind of caught on to her train of thought and how she processes things. Ex; most of the time she's very literal). I think on some level, Caithe finds her entertaining too. They're both also very patient, and while Caithe is trying so hard to bring everyone together (as she keeps losing everyone she's close to), Mourynn is also desperate for a connection with someone who understands her (and thus they kind of keep leaning on each other, to possibly unhealthy degrees lol. Co-dependency at it's worst best). They both get to be angsty neurodivergent weird-girl™ disaster lesbians together.

17. Who fell in love first? Definitely Mourynn. As stated above with the abridged awakening/meeting story, the fact that Caithe was like a hero of sorts to her was the first spark. After that, it was simply other reasons, such as knowing they have a shared Wyld Hunt and are connected in that way, as well as both of them sharing some similar personality traits. But also Caithe was already with Faolain at this time (as Mourynn was again, a year late with awakening), so in that sense it would have to be Mourynn first regardless lksjdf. There's also the toxic throuple era with all 3 of them together that's indulgently delicious to myself.