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sweetloleepop · 7 months

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𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑒

Synopsis: After a dreadful meeting in the inner wall, Levi, Hange, and Miche decided to play truth or dare. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Erwin Smith/Reader

Tags: Shameless Smut, Making Out, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Accidental Voyeurism, Swearing, Reader is the Commander of MP, Nile Dok doesn't exist, hehe

a/n: Here's a oneshot that has been sitting in my drafts for months (｡•́‿•̀｡). Hope you enjoy!!

Levi let out a sigh. They are on their way to Wall Sina for yet another meeting with the other regiments. He dreads this day, they are always interrogated and Erwin always needs to give a very long speech on why should they give the scouts more funds.

“Ah, finally. We’re here!!” Hange exclaimed.

Erwin got out of the carriage after Hange, then came after them are Levi and Miche. The place that they’re staying for the next three nights is shitty, as everything in the military is. The rooms are small, only having a single-sized bed, a small ass nightstand, and a window.

After getting settled, Erwin instructed them to rest for the night and to wake up early tomorrow for the meeting. Eurgh.

They all left early and headed to the military police headquarters, the meeting will be held there for they have quite a big place. The commanders of the other two regiments, garrison and military, are already seated. Erwin gave both a nod of greeting before sitting down next to Dot Pixis.

Not long after, Premier Zackly entered the room. They all stood up and saluted, then the meeting started. It was a pain to be there, the commander of the military police, (Y/N) (L/N), kept on dismissing and counter-attacking Erwin. Levi really hates her guts. Erwin though, didn’t budge, he always has a reply to whatever the female commander has to say. It’s almost like the two were the only people in the room. It was annoying, really. ‘Ain’t nobody really gonna stop that bi-’

“The meeting’s dismissed. The Scout’s request to have their funds raised is denied. Commander (L/N)’s statements were more reasonable than what you have to say, Commander Smith. Unless fewer soldiers die on your next expedition, then maybe by then we can raise the funds for those living humans.” Zackly said then took his leave. Levi’s frown only deepen, tch.

After that shitty meeting which was more of the MP’s dissing the scouts, Erwin, Levi, Hange and Miche headed to their building. They were granted the empty rooms of the military police quarters to save time and energy. Instead of travelling back to that shitty hotel-like place, they were tasked to just stay there.

After resting for quite a bit, Hange suggested that they should celebrate for the meeting has ended. Although their request was denied, Erwin granted them permission to leave. After all, it’s not everyday that they get to eat out and drink inside the capital. Erwin stayed in his room though, saying that he still has papers to work on.

Levi, Hange and Miche were very drunk when they go back. They decided to play truth or dare in Hange’s room. It was Levi’s turn and he didn’t know what’s gotten into him that he chose dare.

“I dare you go to (L/N)’s quarters and steal her underwear.” Hange said. She’s very drunk and Levi could tell just by looking at her and listening to her speak.

“I’m not doing that.”

“Oh, come on! It’s a dare, you can’t say no.”

“Maybe Levi could just get there and steal something else, Hange.” Miche finally said.

Hange groaned, “Fine. Steal one of her jackets, or something like that. Steal a garment that she owns and then get back here wearing it!”

Levi thought it wasn’t so hard, so he agreed and then headed straight to the commander’s quarters. It didn’t take long for him to find it and surprisingly, the door is unlocked. He immediately entered the room. It was an office. What? He searched for something inside and his searching led him to a door, ‘there it is!’ Levi was amused, her room is inside her damned office.

Inside the room was a closet, it was big. He opened it and saw various garments. There are jackets, shirts, and many more. He decided to look for a coat that wouldn’t look like he stole it when he wore it. He can’t find anything. He exited the room and decided to check on the smaller closet outside. Inside the closet were coats, ‘finally.’

Levi decided to try some on before leaving, to make sure he doesn’t look like an idiot upon exiting. He was busy trying coats on when the door suddenly opened. Levi panicked, he immediately hid in the closet. Luckily, he was small enough for the closet to accommodate.

He peeked from the closet’s horizontal holes and he was shocked to see who entered- no, he was more surprised to see what the persons who entered were doing. Erwin and (Y/N) are making out while walking their way to the desk. Levi thought his eyes and mind are just playing with him because of the alcohol so he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before peeking again. He wasn’t mistaken, they’re really kissing.

(Y/N) is seated on her desk while Erwin peppered her neck in kisses.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Levi heard (Y/N) said.

Erwin hummed, “You’ve been denying me of everything since earlier, dear, how could I NOT be eager?”

(Y/N) just giggled before bringing Erwin’s lips on her own again. Both kissed each other passionately whilst their hands explore each other’s body. Levi watched as (Y/N) took off Erwin’s shirt and Erwin, once again, started to trail kisses down (Y/N)’s neck. The woman let out a sigh when Erwin sucked on a particular part of her neck.

Erwin slowly started to unbutton (Y/N)’s blouse and after successfully stripping her, he threw the garment away and made his way to her chest. Erwin kissed (Y/N)’s newly exposed skin but he must’ve thought it wasn’t enough as his hands started to make their way to the clip of (Y/N)’s bra. He unclipped it without any difficulties.

He started sucking on (Y/N)’s right nipple, causing her to gasp and throw her head back. Erwin’s left hand made their way to (Y/N)’s other boob, squeezing it a couple of times before pinching her hardened nipple. Levi heard (Y/N) whimper and watched as she grabbed Erwin’s hair. He can’t believe what he is currently witnessing. Those two show great carnal hunger towards each other like they weren’t fighting just hours earlier.

No matter how hard Levi’s mind told him to look away, his eyes won’t cooperate. He continued watching as Erwin’s kisses go lower. He watched as Erwin trailed kisses down (Y/N)’s stomach. He watched as Erwin’s hands unbuttoned (Y/N)’s pants. And he watched as Erwin slowly pulled (Y/N)’s remaining garments. ‘Shit.’

Erwin kneeled down as he stared straight into (Y/N)’s lidded eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, will you?” Erwin asked, his voice husky.

(Y/N) complied, giving Erwin a proper view. Erwin held her left leg and trailed kisses up to her thigh then peppered both her thighs in delicate kisses. (Y/N)’s anticipation for what Erwin is about to do next is building rapidly. It made her bit her lip, made her struggle not to roll her eyes, and made her eyebrows furrow. Levi watched as Erwin started licking closer and closer, until finally, he gave (Y/N) a long, slicked lick. (Y/N) let out a very audible gasp and spread her legs even farther.

She placed her right leg on Erwin’s back and pushed him closer to her. “Erwin, please.” She whimpered.

Erwin hummed as a reply and thoroughly, he ate her. He started out slow, giving (Y/N)’s clit a couple of kitten licks before applying more pressure, picking a fast pace and sucking on her every now and then. Levi saw (Y/N) panting and watched as she threw her head back. Levi heard (Y/N) moan out Erwin’s name as Erwin inserted one finger in her. “Fuck, Erwin…”

(Y/N) grabbed Erwin’s hair and pulled him closer. Her toes are curled and she’s overwhelmed with pleasure. Her moans are unguarded, getting louder and louder as Erwin entered a second finger. He curled his finger inside her and rubbed deliciously on that spongey spot.

(Y/N) sounded urgent as she repeatedly chanted Erwin’s name. “Erwin, Erwin- Oh, fuck, yes!”

Moans and whimpers filled both Erwin and Levi’s ears as (Y/N) finally reached her high. Levi listened as (Y/N) grunted a couple of ‘shits’ before he saw Erwin stood up from the floor and licked his mouth. He watched as Erwin took his index and middle finger to his mouth and sucked the remnants of (Y/N)’s orgasm out of them. He also brought his thumb up to wipe the corner of his lips before caressing (Y/N)’s lower lip with the same finger. (Y/N) looked straight into Erwin’s eyes before she enveloped Erwin’s thumb in her mouth. Erwin pressed his finger against her tongue and he felt as (Y/N) swirled them around his thumb and felt as the inside of her mouth clenched around his finger. After that, Erwin slowly pulled his thumb out of (Y/N)’s mouth and started to undo his belt.

Levi, who is getting a bit too sweaty inside the closet, watched as Erwin’s pants, alongside his undergarments, fall to the ground. The angle of the closet that Levi is in gave him a side-view of the two commanders. Through the dim lighting of the room, Levi could vaguely see Erwin’s naked body. Although vague, it’s enough for him to see its silhouette. Levi swallowed, it has always been a common joke inside their Quarters that Erwin is hung but damn did he not thought they’re true.

Levi watched as Erwin positioned himself between (Y/N)’s legs, “Erwin, please.” He heard her plead, she sounded so desperate. More desperate than she was earlier, ‘Fuck it, Erwin, just give it to her!’ He thought.

Erwin stroked himself a few times while simultaneously teasing (Y/N)’s entrance. Levi swore, the long wait is drying him off of his patience and the tightening of his pants certainly isn’t helping. He rubbed himself through his pants a bit as he watched Erwin continuously tease (Y/N). 'Fuck it.'

Erwin slowly entered, earning himself a very desperate moan from (Y/N). Levi can’t help it, he pulled his cock out and slowly caressed himself. He watched them purposefully as he timed his strokes with Erwin’s thrusts. He can’t believe he’s touching himself with the view of his good friend, Erwin and that spiteful (Y/N) (L/N). Something about the weakness that she’s showing, the fragileness, the desperation. It made Levi mad, he likes what he sees, he wants to have a fill of (Y/N)’s weakness, feel superior as he fuck the bitch out of her. It made him want to exchange positions with Erwin.

Outside the closet that Levi was hiding in, Erwin’s pace started to go faster and his thrusts, deeper. Both him and (Y/N) had lose control over the noises that they make, allowing themselves to drown into the intense pleasure that they selfishly take from one another. Erwin grunted, feeling a familiar coil tighten in his stomach. He reached for (Y/N) clit, rubbing it vigorously alongside his now sloppy thrusts.

“Fuck- (Y/N)-”

“Erwin, shit- ah, I’m- Oh fuck, I’m-”

Levi fisted himself faster. He listened attentively to (Y/N)’s desperate moans and watched carefully as Erwin bit on her fully exposed neck. He bit one of the coats, muffling his own noises. ‘Fuck, I’m close.’

(Y/N) and Erwin both moaned as they reached orgasm together. (Y/N) threw her head back and her body arched. Her whole being was shocked as continuous waves of pleasure surged through her whole body.

Erwin, on the other hand, made a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan. He swore a couple of ‘fucks’ before shooting his load inside her, thrusting just a little for bit before resting stilling.

Levi, still inside the closet, watched everything unfold and reached his high together with the couple. He came on his handkerchief that he luckily brought with him in his pocket. ‘Fuck, that was intense… and shameful.’ He groaned.

“Fuck, you took me so well, baby.” Erwin said, his voice still husky.

(Y/N) hummed, “You came inside me.”

“I did.”

“Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Shall we shower and sleep after?” Erwin asked, a hint of mischief evident in his voice.

(Y/N) chuckled, “Tsk, You. Are. Insatiable. You know that?”

Erwin only hummed and chuckled before carrying (Y/N). After that, they proceeded to the bedroom and closed the door after them.

Levi made sure that they’re finally in the shower before he exited the closet and made his way to the door. He panted as he rushed his way to his room, making sure nobody noticed whose coat is he wearing. Levi came to a halt when a familiar voice called out for him.

“Levi! Where have you been??” Hange asked, a hint of annoy evident on her voice.

“Long story.” Levi shortly replied.

“Well, tell us. It’s not like we didn’t wait forever for you.”

Levi didn’t reply, instead, he pulled Hange to the direction of her room. He opened the door and there, on the floor, sat Miche. His head was resting on the bed and his eyes slowly opened as the two entered, shutting the door behind them. Upon seeing Levi wearing a coat, Miche chuckled, “You’re a size of a woman.”

“Tsk.”

“So, what took you so long?” Hange asked.

Both Hange and Miche’s eyes widened as Levi told them what he just saw, leaving the personal parts of course. They were all speechless, Hange and Miche having their jaws on the floor. “Damn.”

As their meeting started the next day, Levi, Hange, and Miche struggled to focus on the conversation being held by their superiors. They can’t help but steal glances on Erwin and (Y/N). Damn can they not believe what Levi just told them that he saw. They argued that it might have only been his drunkenness that made him hallucinate but today, they doubt Levi no further. Only today that they noticed the malicious glances that the two commanders share. The subtle smirks, hidden messages, and flirting. They argued as if they hate each other yet stared like starved animals, waiting to attack and devour.

‘I guess that is just how good Commanders hide.’

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singaporesainz · 9 months

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Multiple hot takes in this one:

I think people who keep up with wags are weird especially those who make fan pages and defend them like they know them especially for the wags who literally never interact with people so you don’t even know their personalities. I think it’s also weird when you see a photo of a driver with their partner ie Oscar and lily and people go oh she’s Barbie and he’s there I guess like you can compliment her but putting down a person to compliment another is crazy to me. It’s just icky because if someone said that to my partner or about them I’d be upset. It’s just weird 😰 obviously there are exceptions for if they’re in their own field and you genuinely like their work then that’s okay. Like Alex’s gf lily who’s a pro golfer, but only liking their stuff when it’s attached to said driver and them being a wag is the weird bit.

Speaking of Oscar, this is more Charles fans, I love Charles a lot but those Charles fans who come out of the woodwork to use Oscar to put lando down is insane. Lando will have a bad stop and Oscar will do a good thing and I just see all these Charles fans saying Oscar finally showing lando he’s washed or I bet landos pissed Oscar won before him, which has been proven wrong on many occasions he’s proud of Oscar and does everything to bring it up knowing Oscar won’t really brag about it . Like you guys should be more worried about what war Ferrari is brewing over there instead of trying to make it seem like lando and Oscar hate eachother.

Which brings me to my third take, I love c2 content it’s great but people who are deluding themselves into thinking they’re besties is crazy. It’s okay they can just be teammates no one’s gonna die. I feel like people use the excuse oh well would you laugh with someone you hated? Uh yes especially if I have to work with them, you can also have good times with someone you don’t like. Plus they get paid for this so obviously theyre gonna laugh and do whatever to secure their seats. I’m not saying they hate eachother either I’m just saying they’re coworkers atleast and at most friends but those type of friends you make in certain classes so it makes time go faster ya know.

Also Carlos needs to muzzle his mother because lord I would not let my family members have twter accounts or social media accounts. The way you could literally lose your seat over something a family member likes is crazy. Like why was she beefing with Ferraris long standing driver you’d think she’d want her son to keep his chair especially since Carlos’ sponsor backing is leaving the team. I’d be all up on twter liking c2 content and even some Charles posts congratulating him on doing good like cmon. Shit talking your competitor isn’t gonna work with Carlos like it did his dad in rallying but that’s neither here nor there

One last thing which might be so controversial but like I gotta say it. Checo hate is ridiculous, Yes he made the woman should be in the kitchen statement but you have to understand that was a long time ago and after that incident he apologized profusely and he even has an organization to help young women in motorsports and always mentions the women who work in motorsports. Yes he shouldn’t have said it in the first place but he has learned and grown and showed that he grew from that. It’s a lot more than some of the current drivers who have said or laughed at jokes at women’s expenses and never apologize. hate him for cheating, like honestly there’s a few drivers I don’t like because of cheating that’s just a moral thing on my end but I think the unnecessary hate is unneeded.

This just came to me while rereading this but also those people who compared Bianca being ableist to lando moaning in stream are mad weird. So obsessed too like yall are missing the whole point of why everyone’s upset just so you can whine about how you don’t like lando like he’s not a 25 year old man who can do what he wants. Lando being silly and horny on stream is not the same as using autism as a derogatory word towards another driver who is doing your dream job ((finishing 27th in your championship while your teammates all finished 1-2-3 is embarrassing) (don’t even get me started on her exploiting her brother))

Anyways just wanted to get that off my chests sorry for the essay 🤞😺

girlie pop this is an ESSAY, and im glad you decided to get it off your chest on my blog fr. though i will say that i do not have it in me to respond to every point to great detail so, sorry.

keeping up with wags -> i've been saying this and i agree. wag obsessed people are fucking weird i could go into heavy detail and i have.

oscar -> i didn't think charles fans were doing that thought it was just people who had a general distaste for lando. i've seen the discourse about how lando is probably hurt/salty/angry but people like to make something out of nothing. theyre bored.

c2 -> my personal take is theyre strictly work friends. like neither of them would go out of their way to try and hangout beyond the track, but they get along fine when they need to. i dont think there are any ill feelings there btjm

carlos's mom -> yeah don't know what to say about this except she's a mom being a mom, and not realizing that her likes are public. can't speak to reyes and her ways, as i've said before i try not to pay too much attention to watch goes on outside of carlos really.

checo hate -> i know it exists but i havent come across it to get into detail. but wild loud hate on any driver i think is fucking ridiculous. like the haters who are loud and proud and harassing the driver?? theyre gross and pathetic.

bianca discourse -> didn't know people were comparing??? girlie idk what side of social media you're on but it sounds like a weird and scary place. and people who are doing that are just trying to find a way to diminish her and validate their burning desire to just hate on her.

#hot take hotline #wag discourse #oscar piastri #c2 #carlos sainz #checo perez #bianca busamante

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ozimagines · 4 months

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Chris Keller, Tobias Beecher, and Y/N in: Paternity Test part 2/?

“Tobias merely sent me a message that my presence would be appreciated tonight.”

“Hmm.” Keller hummed under his breath. He’d tried not to be too much of a dick with the minister. He’d always been there for Beecher and Holly.

Still, that holier than thou attitude really put a sour taste in his mouth.

“Can I call you Chris?”

“If I can call you mom.” Chris responded sarcastically. Said rolled his eyes.

“Fine then. Keller. Whatever your feelings on whether or not you should have had a kid, you have one now. You owe it to Y/N.”

“Kid’s done just fine without me.”

“But as a familial unit-“

“Said, respectfully, blow it out your ass.” Keller’s seething from his chair. “I find out I’ve got a long lost kid and had to listen to your bullshit in the same day. I’m basically battin zero today.”

“You already have a kid, if I’m not mistaken.” Kareem said, still sipping on ice tea. “A wonderful daughter.”

Keller shrugged, not really wanting to talk but not wanting to let all of these thoughts die in his head. Maybe make Said realize what this meant.

“She’s my daughter, but she’s all Beecher inside.”

“That’s not true and you know it.”

Said reminded him of Holly before Chris was her dad and Holly after. She was more outgoing, less apologetic. She even talked like Keller sometimes, and he referred the man to a time where she was talking about some “rat” classmate she’d have to “talk to” if they “knew what she meant.” They were all a little concerned.

Plus the countless Father-Daughter adventures he’d take Holly on. One ended with them watching a soccer match in a small Greek restaurant. He’d really come to love that kid.

“Don’t think I worry about that every goddamn day? Holly turning out like me?”

Tobias entered the room not a moment too soon.

“Kids are down.” He looks between the two of them. “Another pleasant exchange?”

“Seems so.” Kareem responded.

“We have Y/N to worry about now.”

“Why?” Keller interjected, rubbing his neck. “Y/N already has a family. She/he/they don’t need us.”

“But he/she/they want to know us.” Beecher insisted, sitting down next to his boyfriend. “We are Y/N’s family now.”

“Everyone deserves a family.” Kareem says, catching an annoyed look from Keller.

“Fine.” He grumbles.

The next morning, too come down to Toby and Chris in the kitchen. You watch from the doorway for a second.

Keller’s got his crotch pressed against Beecher’s backside, kind of swaying together. He kisses Toby’s neck.

“Only thing more delicious than this breakfast is you, babe.”

Beecher was making pancakes. And waffles. And French toast. He didn’t know which you liked.

“Chris, I’m gonna burn myself.” Toby’s admonishing him but smiling all the way. He kisses Chris’s nose.

They seem happy. Really happy. You feel guilty for showing up after all this time.

You knock on the doorframe and both men turn around, one with a smile and one without.

“Y/N!” Beecher shows you his massive breakfast he prepared for you, apologizing if you don’t like any of it. As it turns out you like it all.

Beecher leaves to go wake Holly up, and pats Chris on the back reassuringly before he does.

You and Keller are alone together now.

He’s staring at his shoes, stacking pancakes and preparing toppings for everything.

“W-which are your favorite?” You ask shyly. He thinks for a second.

“Waffles normally but I like Toby’s French toast. It’s never too eggy.”

You nod your head and remark you like waffles too. He knows it’s a general statement, but it gives him the creeps.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Hasn’t stopped you yet.” Chris said. You’re standing behind him with the plate Toby handed to you. Suddenly, Chris takes the plate from your hand, and it seems like you’ve crossed a line.

But he’s just getting you a few waffles and slices of French toast.❤️

He hands the full plate back, gesturing to the syrup on the counter.

“Well? Go on.” Keller prodded.

“Why don’t you seem to like me?”

He was a little startled but thought on it for a second.

“Are there any leading theories right now?” He asked back.

“I think you have a wonderful life and family. And I think I messed it up by being here somehow. I understand why you hate me.”

Chris’s heart ached. It was a dull, painful feeling. Something in him just wanted to comfort you. Something primal. Instinctive.

“Look, I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. I don’t know you.” He shrugged, putting some food on a plate for Holly the way she liked it.

“You can’t always feel about yourself the way you think others feel about you. It’ll tear you up inside. You gotta have a thick skin, or this world… it’ll chew you up and spit you out. Hear me?”

“Yes, Mr. Keller.”

*sigh* “you can call me Chris.”

“Can we compromise at Mr. Chris?”

He smirked and chuckled a little. You were very mature.

“Sure, kid.”

When Beecher enters, you and Chris are in a death match debate on whether or not Batman is a superhero.

“What’s his power then? Hm? Money? He’s just a rich bitch in tights.” Chris checkmates, with a big grin on his face as you laugh.

“Language, Chris.” Toby said, but he’s smiling. Holly gives Chris a hug and sits down next to him, her plate already being made by him.

Toby’s too. Chris considers it a point of pride that he can make anyone in the family a plate and they’ll love it. Shows how he knows them.

You’re all sitting and talking and laughing like a family.

“Is there anyone else I should meet? Like Miss Bonnie and Uncle Kareem?”

Keller bristles at his kid calling Said “uncle” but he says nothing

Holly takes over

“There’s uncle Ryan, and uncle Cyril.” She leans in a whispers. “He’s the best.”

You ask and they explain Cyril’s condition.

“He’s really nice.” She continues. “And he always asks Ryan to buy him candy and always gives me the yellow ones because he doesn’t like that flavor and they’re my favorite.”

Beecher and Keller exchange knowing looks. Cyril LOVED being Holly’s uncle. And even though they were worried about him being violent at first, Cyril just took on a protecting role. In fact even that had become sort of a problem when Cyril yelled at another child for being mean to Holly. (They had to explain the optics of a fully grown man yelling at a kid to him.)

Since then, Holly and Cyril were inseparable when they hung out.

“You can meet them today if you want to, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

Beecher sets up the meeting. It’s at a park. Holly and Cyril’s favorite because there’s a playground and a duck pond.

“Hey, Ryan.” Beecher called, and Ryan’s head turned to greet him. There was a tall kind blonde haired man standing next to him. They both looked a little scary at first, if you were honest.

“Hey, kid.” Ryan greeted, and you assume Beecher explained ahead of time. You would be mistaken however. Beecher wasn’t sure how to explain over the phone.

“This is Y/N.” He introduces you and Ryan and you shake his hand. You go to shake the other man’s hand and he just looks at his brother. He leans down and whispers something to Holly. You’re suddenly very self conscious. Holly smiled.

“No, Y/N is really nice. He/she/they’re pop’s kid.”

Cyril’s eyes got really wide, and when he spoke, you smiled.

“You two had another baby?”🥹

Beecher chuckled and told Cyril that’s now how that works until Ryan waves for him to not bother explaining.

“So… I’m an uncle again?”

“Seems so.” Ryan said, sliding a taunting glance at Keller, who rolled his eyes and scratched his nose with his middle finger.

Beecher tells you and Holly and Cyril to go play but not to go too far.

As soon as you’re out of earshot, Ryan turns mockingly to Keller.

“Condom’s a lot less expensive than child support, my friend.”

“Little late on the advice there, O’Reily.” Keller snapped, eyes flitting to you from time to time to make sure you’re okay.

“Will you two stop.” Toby chided. “Y/N’s here. Now. The woulda coulda shoulda’s are out the window. We have a child we need to support.”

“We? Unless my biology teacher lied to me, Beecher, I’m not sure that’s possible.” He smirked and checked on Cyril in the same breath. He waved when Cyril looked back at him. It wasn’t that he disliked Holly. In fact, her blunt honesty was growing on him. He just had his hands full as a single dad raising Cyril.

“Holly’s not Chris’ biological daughter, but she’s his daughter. Y/N’s not biologically mine but that doesn’t matter. Keller’s mine so Y/N’s mine.”

O’Reily sighed and backed off. He dropped the facade.

“How ya handling it?” He asked Keller.

“Really shitty. Why?”

“If it helps, you’re already as unfun and lame as any dad I know.”

*sigh* “Thanks, O’Reily.”

“I’ll pretend I’m not also insulted.” Beecher continued. “Anyway, I wanted to introduce Y/N to the family. And you guys are sorta family.”

Ryan relented on that front. They’d watched Cyril for him on several occasions. He and Holly would stay up watching movies all night, and Beecher made sure he ate and brushed his teeth and all that. Keller had even softened up to him after taking on Holly.

“What d’you think they’re talking about?” -Ryan

Meanwhile, when you walked over with Cyril and Holly, they were chatting like old pals and you were just trying to keep up.

“…and then Miss Ramos shared her banana bread with me.”

Cyril asked Holly about school often. He really wanted to go to school but Ryan said no. So Holly would call him after school and tell him everything she learned and when the teachers were nice.

“I’ve never had banana bread. Ryan says it’s icky.”

“Uncle Ryan doesn’t know anything then because this was really good. I tried to save you a piece but dad said it wouldn’t last. So I ate it.”

You giggle softly at their conversation; you realize why Cyril gravitated towards Holly. She spoke to him like an equal. You sit by the duck pond and Holly takes a bag of peas out of her pocket.

“Its for the ducks.” She narrates unnecessarily, and you pretend not to have known ducks can’t eat bread just so she could excitedly tell you she learned it in school.

Cyril quietly says your name, a little timid as he is with all strangers.

“Do you like ducks?”

“I do.”

He grins really wide and sits next to you, Holly on your other side, as he tells you how to feed them.

“You think it’s gonna hurt when they eat from your hand but it doesn’t. But don’t try to pet them. They don’t like that.”

You’re feeding the ducks together, chatting and laughing happily. 🦆 ♥️

Later, you’re at the playground and Cyril is pushing you and Holly on the swings.

“Uncle Cyril pushes swings the best. Better than Dad, even. He pushes really hard and you swing so high! I said my uncle pushes the highest and Samantha H. was like ‘no my uncle does’ and I said ‘no he doesn’t because my uncle Cyril is the strongest guy ever’.”

You swear to take her advice and Cyril starts to push. He goes slow at first but then he does one that sends you and Holly into the stratosphere.😂

“Whoa!” You found yourself saying, as you rocked back and forth at insane speeds.

Cyril beams with pride while Holly talks about him. He likes being the cool uncle.

“Who else should I know?” You ask earnestly between giggles and pushes from Cyril.

“You’ve pretty much met the core group. We sometimes go to like plays at the theater to support someone else my dad knows from prison. Mr. Miguel. He’s the stage manager which means he gets to be bossy to like everyone.”

You make a mental note of the name.

“Has Y/N met Mr. Said?” Cyril asks.

“Yes, last night.”

“I asked him if I could call him Uncle like Holly does but Ryan said not to.” Cyril explains.

“Oh, then there’s the bad guys. Like really bad guys that my dad met in there. The guys that took me.”

You’re surprised she can talk about it so openly.

“I’ve been seeing a therapist since I was seven. It’s been almost five whole years of talking about it. I have trouble remembering Gary sometimes. And then sometimes I remember him so much it hurts.”

She looks sad for a second but her eyes light up.

“But my therapist is really nice. Her name is Sister Peter Marie but if you’re really good she lets you call her Sister Pete. She always gives me a lollipop after my seasons.” She’s grinning again a to the thought of it. She points at Cyril. “She’s uncle Cyril’s therapist too!”

“She’s really sweet unless you make her angry like by not giving her Jericho if she asks.”

Holly explains Jericho as a puppet that Cyril does. No one, I repeat, no one likes Jericho except for Holly.

Cyril was having a bad day and wouldn’t give up Jericho before The Keller-Beecher’s arrived for dinner. Beecher was about to take Holly home when she walked straight up to Cyril -she was maybe ten at the time- and placed one of the flowers she brought on the puppet’s head. He said thank you in the Jericho voice, and Holly flinched until she said…

“Whoa. Cool! Do it again!”

“Who are the bad men?”

“This guy named Schillinger and then this other guy named Robson.” Cyril answers and looks at the ground. “They hurt me but I’m not supposed to say how in front of Holly.”

Your eyes dart to Holly who shakes her head.

“He didn’t tell me but I know. It’s the same thing that happened to my dad. And yours.”

You ask what and she explains the situation to you; she knows what happened to them in prison. One of her classmates was bullying her about having two dads AND two dads in prison. Said she didn’t understand the word he used at first, but she looked it up after school. She said she didn’t tell them she knew, because they didn’t tell her, so it must not be appropriate for her to know.

“They’ll tell me when they’re ready. Like they told me about loving each other when they were ready.”

“…Jesus.” Was all you could think to say. Your head was spinning you were a little older and had definitely heard and understood at least some of the implications of that word. It made you sad, as you looked back at Cyril first, then Tobias, then Chris. Three vastly different men who all suffered in the same way at one point. And now they had all this. A family. You were suddenly very proud to be related to such strong people.

“Are… are you okay?” You ask Cyril, who still looks upset. 🥺

“Sometimes I’m sad. But now I have my best friend and Ryan so I’m really happy sometimes too.” He explains. You ask who his friend is.

“Me, of course.” Holly says, showing you their matching best friends forever bracelets. Holly explains with pride that she made them.

“The same men that hurt them are the ones that took you?”

“Kinda. It was his son. But they’re all bad. But his grandkid goes to my old elementary school and the middle school is right next to it so sometimes they see each other. They’re also doing ‘interactions’ but I don’t think they’re helping.”

“Can’t imagine they would at this point.” You admit, understanding the gravity of the situation.

“Want a hug?” Holly offered. You smile and nod. She hugs you and then Cyril bear hugs around both of you.

The guys see it.

Keller can’t lie to himself, it made him happy to see you happy. To see you with his daughter.

“That’ll melt ya, huh?” O’Reily mused.

“So, I the reason I asked for you to meet Y/N…” Beecher was treading carefully. Ryan could be slippery. “…you remember our deal years ago when we got out? About Holly and Cyril.”

“Yeah. I protect Holly, you guys protect Cyril.”

“Since the verdicts of so many inmates are being overturned because of Kibbler… so many of the people we knew… the people we pissed off, are out now. We gotta be careful-“

“What’re you getting at, Beecher?”

“Y/N’s a part of the deal now too.”

“It was one for one, man.” O’Reily stated coldly, “We each picked one person to save. Above all else. That was the alliance.”

“Alliance? What’re we, back in Oz?”

“You’re a college boy, right, Beecher? Use that university head of yours. We. Are. NEVER. Getting. Out. Oz is till you die.”

“So’s family, O’Reily.” Keller said suddenly, pulling his boyfriend away and getting nose to nose with Ryan. “You oughta know.”

“Feeling especially paternal there, K-boy?”

Keller’s eyes went cold and Killer Keller stepped into the ring. His voice lowered, and O’Reily sensed the shift.

“Y/N’s a part of the deal. Now and forever.” 💀

O’Reily survived as long as he did because he could sense danger, and there was danger in his voice. He nodded, and said nothing else.

The dependents ran up to their respective caregivers. Beecher immediately started smiling like nothing was wrong. Keller and O’Reily snarled at each other for a second but sensed it wasn’t the time.

“Have fun, kids?” Beecher asked, getting down on his knee for Holly. She responded in the affirmative. They started walking back to their vehicles.

Beecher saw something out of the corner of his eye and looked at Keller in alarm. One look was all it took for Keller to put an arm on both you and Holly and push you towards the car.

“Heads down.”

To be continued…

#hbo oz #oz meme #tobias beecher #chris keller #kareem said #ryan oreily #cyril o’reily #miguel alvarez #vernon schillinger #James Robson #idk I’m just having fun at this point #trying to shove in as many characters as I reasonably can #get you a man the way Lee looks at Christopher #gorgeous men #wish they weren’t toxic af

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Socket Wrench: Chapt. 3

Sooooo this chapter ended up being kinda lengthy ngl. Im REALLY tryna build that tension between DK and the reader but also make it kinda awkward cause they just met but they can't help but like take jabs and flirt back and forth with each other cause they've gotten a bit comfortable with one another. ANYWHO, enjoy! Maybe 3-4 more chapters after this annnnd then it shall be COMPLETE lol.

ALSO, Chapter 2 found here

ok, I'm done fr. enjoy :D

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Chapter 3: Blow dice, Kiss tires

“So we ambush them at the end of this road?” You question making sure you got all the details right as Peach nods sternly.

The plan was to use the carts to try and get to Bowser before he even knew it and not only save Luigi but the Mushroom and Jungle Kingdoms from being attacked. If he was coming to the Princess he wasn't going to just stop there, he’d take over everything. The next step was to prepare, and quickly. Luckily, the garage wasn't too far, and based on what you’d learned from your last time being there, they could build their carts easily, and you'd be able to finish yours with that kind of tech.

“Let's make moves then.” You hum, leading the way to the garage, DK close behind.

There were a few things that needed to be addressed but you kept your mouth shut, trying not to think about how well this whole plan would play out. Worse comes to worse, you die here or even one of them gets hurt and the plan goes to shit. You sigh heavily, gaining even more of DK’s attention as if he wasn't burning holes into you every time he thought he could catch a glance at you while you walked.

“You look tense,” He begins, following you to your bike once the garage is opened, trying to get you to break your silence.

“I'm kind of freaking out, but it's fine.” You admit, trying to shake your nerves off as you place the tires onto the bike you crafted, the model and color of the rims contrasting nicely with the overall build.

“You're gonna be fine, just stick close to me, and no worries.”He offers, voice raised an octave

“With how you got your shit rocked earlier? I’ll take my chances.” You shoot back jokingly as he laughs sarcastically at the jab.

“Very funny.” He responds, watching you work in awe. You moved so quickly yet so precisely. He had hardly noticed you placing the final details before hopping on and revving it.

“Perfect.” You whisper out, jutting your head for him to come closer.

“Kiss 'em.” You chuckle, motioning towards the tires.

“What? Why?” He laughed back, trying to figure out where you were trying to go with this.

“For luck, it's like blowing dice right?” You question, revving the engine again.

“I need all the luck I can get pretty boy. So how about this, you kiss my tire and I’ll kiss yours. Deal?” You joke, seeing him shake his head as you hop off the bike, a flustered look on his face.

“I'm just messing with you, let me change and I'll be back to help with the rest of the karts.” You gulp, patting DK’s shoulder before heading off.

He shakes his head, making his way to his own kart. Kiss the tires? Weird request but you did ask nicely. Though, he was more reeling over you calling him ‘pretty boy’ more than anything.

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Not much time had passed when you returned, a biking suit matching your motorcycle much like how the Princesses matched her own. Guess great minds thought alike.

“Looks nice, yeah? You should take a picture, it'll last longer.” You hum, catching DK eyeballing you a little bit longer than usual. He smirks at your statement, watching you fix your boots.

You pause for a moment, motioning for him to come closer, which he has absolutely no problem doing. Before he can even process what you were trying to do, your fingers are already adjusting his tie with a soft smile.

“Now we both look nice.” You hum, driving forward and leaving him somewhat slack-jawed

It was about time for you all to leave, the bike and karts aline revving to prepare for the battle ahead. You sigh, rolling your bike next to the Princess as she smiles back at you, happy to have another woman on the team. Girlbossing alone gets exhausting after a bit. You rev your bike and dart out, eager to get to where you needed to as Peach follows next to you.

You hadn’t been able to ride a kart on your own yet, but damn did it feel nice speeding on these foreign roads, the wind blowing your braids back, the ponytail you once had discarded for your usual down look. You were so caught up in your own head you hadn't noticed Peach trying to get your attention.

“So, did they make you duel too?” She jokes, keeping up the conversation. You giggle in response

“Fortunately for me no, I wouldn't have won that fight. DK seems to know what he's doing. I just proved myself by working on the karts. It was fairly simple to understand.” You explain, a prideful look splayed over your features.

“I see. Soooo, that's why you two are on good terms, or maybe?” She side-eyes you, smirking but you quickly shut it down.

“Oh stop! He just showed me around the kingdom and the garage…and we talked.” You explain, reminiscing over the eye contact and light touches. Hell, even the quick interaction from the garage. How stupid was that to ask him to ‘kiss the tires’ jesussssss.

“Wait no! Listen, he's a prince and I'm some random girl from Brooklyn. Besides I mean I'm sure he's got plenty of fans drooling over him. Honestly, I don't know how to feel, he's such a dork.” You giggle, trying not to steal a glance at him and failing. Looks like a quiet conversation with Mario surprisingly.

“Honestly, I wouldn't mind staying here with him. He may seem like a showoff, which is very true but he's a sweetheart under it all. I actually think he wants me to stay too.” You explain, that same hotness crawling up your spine and into your face.

It wasn't long before Mario drove up beside her, also striking up a conversation while you lean back and take his previous place next to DK. The silence seemed to drag on as you both looked at each other simultaneously, only to look away and clear your throat. There's definitely tension here, awkward, flirty, or otherwise and god was it suffocating.

“How's it riding?” He chokes out, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

“Oh, um it's perfect! I’ve never built my own bike before.” You giggle, adjusting the way you were sitting, catching his eyes again.

“I'd hope so, otherwise that kiss was for nothing.” He quips, avoiding your gaze with that stupid boyish grin.

He actually did it for you?

“You…really?” You sigh, heart beating out of your chest as your face feels as if it's gonna melt from how hot it is.

“Yeah, I figured why not. The fact that you suggested it was cute.” He admits, seeing you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Didn't think you’d take me seriously, I didn't even follow through with the deal.” You hum, finally gaining the courage to look at him

“I know, you can make it up to me later.” He chuckles, the statement laced with something suggestive.

You speed up, seeing the ramp come to an end, DK catching up behind you as you begin following down Rainbow Road. There wasn't much left to cover before you made it to your destination, and anxiety eats away at you. It wasn't hard for DK to tell so he sped up just to catch up to you, wanting to keep you from isolating yourself.

“The crease on your forehead is gonna be permanent if you keep looking like that.” DK jokes, poking the spot as you smile into the touch a bit, pulling away just before he could notice.

“I know, I know. Just nervous.” You admit, a heavy sigh filling the air.

“I get it. A lot has happened to you so far. Like I said, just stay close.” He hums, shooting you a smile you so desperately needed to see.

You giggle a bit, shaking your head.

“Hey, I got a question about that duel earlier.” You add, seeing his interest spike. He loves answering questions you had for him, and it seemed he was comfortable enough to ramble on and on about whatever the next topic led to. And you were happy to listen.

“You have a theme song? That's actually hilarious, but kinda cute.” You joke, as his face seems to flush and he clears his throat.

“I-I didn't think you were paying attention to that.” He admits, trying to avoid your teasing gaze.

“Ohhhh I paid quite a lot of attention to your showing off, saw you flex, kiss your muscles, pop your pecs, and thrust the air back to back…You’re quite the showoff aren't you?” You taunt, a laugh escaping your throat.

He’s cute when he’s embarrassed, hand gripping the wheel for dear life and he looks elsewhere.

“Ohhh don't get shy now. Your fans adored it, and I'll admit, watching you fight was pretty fun. You play dirty though.” You explain, noticing his once embarrassed expression warp into a flirty smile.

“First of all, I'm like, the most UN-SHY person you’ll ever meet. And second, you just admitted to liking the show, so I must be doing something right huh? I bet you liked me playing ‘dirty’ huh?” He bites back, watching you freeze up.

It was your turn to be shy now.

“Y-You… I never said-....shut up and drive boy.” You sputter, trying to hide the fact that you may or may not have exposed yourself. He laughs in response, shaking his head at how you could dish it out but not take it. Despite the moment being nice, something was wrong….If this Bowser was any kind of smart, he would have insight into your plan and come up with some kind of counterattack.

And sure enough, there was a brigade of soldiers from who you could only assume was Bowser. “It's an ambush!” Peach calls as you speed up on your bike, trying to figure out the best strategy.

The rest of the army speeds up as well and war ensues upon the road ahead, shells and banana peels flying from either end, anyone bound to get caught in the crossfire. You dodge a red shell, using one of the other koopas as a projectile, tossing the shell over your shoulder and passing one to the princess.

You managed to get separated from the main group, a gang of 4 hot on your tail as you try to lose them, slamming on your breaks as they speed past and you make a U-Turn, heading back to the group.

The sound of screeching tired and angry shouting fills your ears all before a loud boom shakes the road, making you lose balance off your bike and fall off. The blast was looser than you expected, the wave sending you backward and leaving your ears ringing. The world spins as you try to regain balance, a sense of panic taking over as you hear Peach call for Mario and sure enough falling into the water below, was Mario and DK.

Your feet move on their own, your books padding against the road as you try to dodge debris and dive in after them. DK was almost immediately knocked unconscious by a tire that had fallen, leaving you and Mario to swim after him to pull him back to the surface. You’re

gasping for air, trying to catch your breath as you choke on the salty ocean water.

“Find something to float on!” You cough out, grabbing onto whatever you could while DK chokes out the water he swallowed.

“You saved my life.” He huffs, more surprised that Mario did but grateful you helped as well.

"Yeah well, I won't tell anyone," Mario responds, hoping for a lil camaraderie.

"Good please don't," Gk responds, seeing you snicker and shake your head. The moment was unfortunately cut short as the three of you found yourselves scrambling to get away from an eel that was hellbent on swallowing you whole.

-Meanwhile-

Peach speeds down the remainder of the road to get back to her kingdom. The plan had obviously failed and as far she knew, you Mario, and DK were as good as gone. The Kong army had been captured and scooped away to be held as prisoners by Bowser. There was almost no time to evacuate the kingdom but she was quick and concise in her decision, rushing any of her citizens to safety before preparing to face Bowser alone.

The ground shook and trembled as his floating castle hovered overhead. It was now or never, if she could at least keep him occupied here and keep her subjects safe, she’d fight til the end. She was surrounded now with Toad by her side as she held her weapon defensively.

-at the bottom of the FUCKING ocean-

You're pacing now, trying to see if this eel had an exit. Hell if it wasn't gonna open from the front your best bet was the back, but after walking for so long you figured there was no use. Your head is pounding and your clothes are soaked. It's dark and cold and you're trying to figure out how this whole ordeal would be explained to your dad when you never came home.

You sigh heavily, holding your head in your hands, peeling off the soaked biking jacket, and dropping it beside DK’s busted kart. Pausing for a moment, hearing footsteps approach you and of course, DK decides you look like you need some company.

“How’re you holding up?” He asks, standing beside you as you sigh heavily and shake your head no.

“Why did you dive in after us? You could have gone with the princess to help her-”

“And leave you here to drown? Yeah right. I know it wasn't the smartest but it's like my body moved on its own.” You admit hands clenched at your sides.

“I guess I've grown a lot more attached to you than I thought.” You hum, seeing his eyes soften at your frantic state.

“Attached how?” He presses, hoping you'd be the first to confess the growing feelings in the pit of your stomach just so he could have a chance to confess and make it less awkward.

“I-...I don’t know, I just think we’ve grown closer as friends so far.” The word is bitter on your tongue and damn does your chest ache when his lips press in a line and he nods slowly. Ouch.

“Yeah, yeah totally me too.” He hisses out, rocking back and forth a bit to try and clear the tension.

“…”

“....”

“Any ideas? You huff out, forcing yourself to talk away from the situation despite feeling every bone in your body tell you not to.

Bits of swallowed Rainbow Road illuminate the area as Mario shakes his head, nothing coming to mind. Your hands shake as you pace again, Mario and DK’s eyes following your panicked state.

“Everything was going so well, I shouldn't have let you guys down there and separated from the group I-I could have done something.” You ramble, chest rising and falling quicker with every word you ramble.

“Hey, it's not your fault…IT'S HIS!” DK points, Making the Italian furrow his brows.

An argument was sure to ensue now, insults being thrown back and forth while you contemplate your existence. You tried to devise a plan but nothing was coming to mind. The sound of bickering was getting louder and it sure as hell wasn’t helping your situation.

“At least you’ll die without your father thinking you’re a joke.” DK huffs, looking more defeated than anything.

At the end of the day, he was probably acting how he did because he wanted his father's approval. You knew that feeling too well…Back home the only thing you wanted was for your dad to acknowledge how hard you work. You stopped eventually, realizing that you should be proud of yourself regardless of what he or others think. He settled for the same old 9-5 he hated and you followed your heart and dreams. If anything that was far more commendable.

“My dad thinks I'm a joke too,” Mario confirms, the air thick for a moment as DK breathes heavily going to speak again.

“Yeah well….YOUR DAD'S RIGHT!” He shoots back, making you pinch the bridge of your nose as they continue to bicker back and forth.

“ALRIGHT GIRLS.” You interrupt, scowl present as they take the hint to stop.

Arguing wasn't going to solve anything.

“We all have daddy issues, fantastic. Now can we figure out how to get out of here and prove them wrong?” You question, a brow raised as you look between the two of them.

“There has to be a way out...it's not rocket science.” You chuckle, realization hitting you.

“Wait wait….your kart. Follow me!” You interrupt, booking it to the discharged kart with one lone rocket looking like a glimmering beacon of hope. The three of you share a look.

Let's get this shit.

#donkey kong #seth rogan #super mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #donkey kong x reader #x reader #good lord #why did i write this #i know why #its that man seth rogans fault #i don't care he's hot #tension #flirting #mutual pinning?#for the love of god just kiss already #master escapeee plan #rocket science

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salt ice and fire | frank castle

chapter twenty four - tied down

frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: explicit content minors dni (oral f receiving, implied smut, mxf, frank and his dirty mouth hngggg) swearing, canon typical violence

a/n: i have no words. this chapter made me want to pull my hair out writing it I HOPE ITS GOOD FML.

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The sun was already setting, giving Frank enough cover to drag Bobby Gnucci’s thrashing body down an alley to the drop off point. He was still gagged, hands and feet tied together, and Frank must of made good time because Madani wasn’t here yet. Which meant he’d have to stand here and wait, wasting time while you sat in the car.

Bobby started making muffled noises, and Frank stood over him, hands grabbing him by his collar and yanking him to stand. He pulls the gag out of his mouth, pushing his palm in his face, keeping him flat on the brick wall.

“You wanna talk so bad, huh? What do you have to say? You wanna offer me another deal?” Bobby strains against his hand, but Frank still feels too strong. Even without it he could hold this guy down as long as he wanted.

“You can’t— hand me over to them. They’ll kill me in there.” He says, and it makes Frank laugh.

“What makes you think I’m not gonna do the same thing the minute this is all over?” He feels him swallow, and then drops his elbow into his chest. “You better hope you die in there. Maybe someone’ll take pity on you, make it quick. Cause if they don’t, I’ll find a way. No matter where they lock you up, where they send you, there’s no where they can shove you that I won’t find you. And when I come for you, that shit won’t be quick.”

Bobby doesn’t say anything else, and Frank drops his limp body to the ground as he hears a car pull up behind him. Madani is quick to get out first, followed by about eight guys in all black riot gear, M16 rifles already aimed.

“He’s alive?” She asks, bending down to examine the half bleeding body that is Bobby Gnucci.

“Alive enough.” Frank moves in front of him when Madani sends an order to her men. “Hold on.”

“Seriously? This is—“

“You take him, and I want your fucking word that this is the last thing you ask her to do. You’ve got your information, got your statements. Anything else, you can call Murdock for it. She’s done.”

“And you?” She steps back, assessing him. “You really think you can leave this behind?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Isn’t it? It always seems to come back to you.” Frank steps to the side in response, letting the riot guys haul Bobby’s body into the back of the van. “It’s good— to see you not alone.”

“Whatever, I’m goin—“

“It’s not a bad thing, Frank.” There was so much shit between the two of them, but he thinks that’s the closest thing to a compliment she’s ever given him. She throws him a set of keys. “You two keep out of this, and we’re even. That’s the keys to a new place— off the record. You have my word.”

Frank nods, starting to walk away. “Thanks, Madani.”

“Don’t get all sentimental.” She says before turning back, sending more orders flying to her men before getting back in the car.

Frank doesn’t feel any different. About seven times on the way up here he thought about turning around and ending it right there. It would be so easy. This guy he’d been chasing for months was in the back of his car, and he wanted it so bad it was weighing on him. Even then, Bobby was isolated and alone, Frank could have taken him out easily.

Back in the base, too. Frank couldn’t stop himself, thought he wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he found him. He threw him against the wall when he finally tracked him down, punched him so hard in the stomach he could feel the man’s spine crack against his knuckles. He didn’t want to stop. He hurt you— hurt you so bad you were still scared of that fucking room. He watched how your eyes changed when you realised where you were on that monitor. It fucking broke him.

Bobby should be dead, but if he had to choose between you and revenge, he would choose you. Maybe it was because if he could turn back time, he’d change his choices. Or fuck, maybe he had just changed. Or maybe he was still just selfish. Whatever it was, he had you now. No fuckin’ deadlines or missing kids or Colonels or bombs. He felt like he had all the time in the world with you right now. Like he could finally start to do this right. You deserved that, at least.

He could see you sitting in the car, those stupid sunglasses on your head, staring at him out the window. You’d been watching the whole thing, of course you had. He was surprised you’d even stayed in the car that long. When he finally reached you, starting the car, it didn’t take you long to break the silence he’d created.

“So?”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head like he was purposefully fucking with you.

“What happened?! Did she say anything? Did…did he?” Frank sneaks a look at you, watching you run your hand through your hair.

“He’s a man of few words now.” Sighing at Franks dry sense of humour, you roll your eyes and sit a little more relaxed in the seat. “It’s fine. We’re done.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. You did enough, and Murdock’ll fill in the rest.”

“And you’re okay with that?” You ask tentatively.

“With letting him live? No fuckin’ way.” He says through nearly clenched teeth. Then he looks at you again, and takes a breath. “But that’s the way it’s gotta be right now.”

“Thank you.” You breathe and Frank shakes his head. “You heard anything about Sam recently? How he’s doing?”

“Last I heard he was learning how to make somethin’ called Piroshki.” You laugh, asking what the hell that was, and Frank shrugs. “He’s fine. Lovin’ it in Florida. Safe, too.”

“Good. That’s… I’m glad.” Frank can tell you’re just thinking about how far away that is, and how soon you can see him again, but this all needs to be done and dusted before you can risk bringing Sam back. Frank doesn’t trust they’ll be able to keep Bobby for good, and he can’t have any loose ends around a kid.

You go quiet for the rest of the car ride, eventually falling asleep to the low hum of the engine. Frank sneaks looks at you whenever he could— relaxed, eyes closed and dreaming. He watched you sleep too often, but it was becoming his favourite past time. Peaceful.

He made sure to hit every red light for you on the way home so you could enjoy it, knowing when you woke up he wouldn’t be letting you sleep all night.

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“They were merging, Frank. Their lane was ending.”

“They were assholes. Went up on the fucking curb. They can wait.” He grumbles, pressing on the horn again and making you laugh.

“That’s a little dramatic.” You say over the loud noise, unable to hide your smile at how genuinely pissed off he looks.

“Good. They’ll get the message.” He beeps again, and the car trying to push in front of him breaks, flipping him off as he flies past them. “See?”

Before you can answer he swings the car around to an unfamiliar apartment block. You know Frank had places all around, and considering the last place he had was set on fire— it makes sense this place is new.

“Top floor, sweetheart. Come on.” Frank says, suddenly swinging open your door and herding you like a dog. He’s got two bags swung around his shoulders, and his hand is wrapped around the handle of the door so tight you are pretty sure he’s going to rip it off.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You step out of the car, but hold him by the shoulders, pressing his back to the closed door. He tries to shake you off but you hold him down, one hand on his jaw and getting on your toes to look into his eyes.

“I’m fine.” Both of his hands touch your face, his movements gentle and caring. “Stop worryin’.”

“Because you never do? Same guy who told me sit and look pretty in the front seat of the car while you did the hand over about thirty seconds ago?” He shrugs, hands dropping to your hips and hauling you against him. “Give me a break.”

“You did look pretty.” He says in your ear, the smile on his face ringing through his tone. “Real fuckin’ pretty.”

“Oh?” He hums. Your heart bangs against your rib cage as you feel his thumbs slip under your shirt, smoothing over your hip bones.

“Yeah. You’re driving me fucking crazy out here lookin’ like that.” He bends down, the heat of his breath brushing against your neck. It’s followed by his mouth, a sweet short kiss just under your jaw. It’s enough to make you shudder, the things you’d gone through in the past few days making it feel like years since you had him like this. “Look at me.”

You look up, and his eyes are focused on you. It’s almost intimidating. You always forget how big he is until he’s staring down at you. Suddenly it’s like it’s that first time again, watching him make his way around the table, knowing exactly what he wants and exactly how to get it. This time, though, it’s not need that clouds his eyes. It’s something gentle, but harder and more urgent.

“I’m not letting you outta my sight again.” He kisses your forehead, breathing in deep. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to let this shit go.”

“You trust Madani?” He nods, once. “Then let it play out. We hear anything go wrong, and we can handle it. We got him once, right? We can do it again.”

“You’ll never have to see him again.” There’s a look in his eyes, one you associate with dark rooms, the metallic smell of blood and gunpowder. You don’t question it, just lean into him more.

“I know. Now, go back to telling me how pretty I look.” You tug on his hair, grinning at his laugh.

“I can show you.” His hands disappear completely under your shirt, exploring the bare skin of your lower back and under your ribs. “You gonna let me be good to you?”

It should be impossible for his voice to be so quiet, but still vibrate through you, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Mhmm. Maybe— Frank!” He all but chucks you over his shoulder, picking you up in one arm and walking towards the door. You don’t see much of the lobby, not that you really give a shit what it looks like. It doesn’t really matter where he’s taking you— as long as he kept smiling like he was now, and the light feeling in your head and chest floated all the way there.

You were nearly dizzy when he finally cleared the stairs, still holding you in one arm like you weighed nothing to him. Maybe you did— you had no fucking clue what level he was at, and how fast his body would get rid of the blood in his system. Either way he was feeling good enough to unlock the door, drop the bags and slam you up against the wall.

He kisses you like you’ve deprived him of it— all teeth and tongue searching for purchase against each other. His hands are a little rougher, the need in his movements setting you on fire. His body is pressing you tightly to the wall, your arms only able to lift above your head as he rips your shirt over it. Your breathless sighs fill the room when he drags his mouth down, kissing you everywhere while keeping you pinned. You let your hands fall down, wanting to hurry this up and take his shirt off too, but he grabs both your wrists and keeps them up above your head.

“Stay.” He grumbles against your collarbone, licking his way down to where he’s torn your bra off. His teeth graze lightly over your nipple, eyes blazing into your own when you squirm and say his name. He sucks marks onto your skin, working his way across your chest. When he switches, you forget where you are, and your hands drop again.

This time, he’s a lot quicker and a little harsher with it. Never enough to hurt, but enough to make a point that he wants you to stay put. He keeps his hand on your wrists now, pressing the backs of them to the cold brick. He groans, pressing his forehead to your chest. You watch his back, still covered by his shirt, but even through it you can see his muscles contract as he takes slow, deep breaths.

“Fucking stay.” He drags his teeth along the skin he’s paid so much attention to, making you squirm again.

“Or what? You’ll tie me up?” Your head falls back, resting against your pinned arms.

“You want me to?” His head is still buried at your chest, staring down at his shoes, and how he’s kicked your legs apart. “Least I could take my time with you without your fuckin’ attitude for three seconds.”

“Do it, then.” That makes him peak up, a smirk on his face. “If you’re man enough, that is.”

“That’s how it is, gorgeous?” His hand drops yours, both coming to your hips and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him, completely trusting him as he leads you further into the apartment with your back to the open space.

“That’s how it is.” You try to hold your grin, watching the hard set of his face train completely on you.

Instead of answering, he groans against your bare skin, the wet heat of his mouth making you slump forward to chase his touch. When you walk through a doorway, you only notice because it gets a little darker, and the air is a little warmer. Your eyes shut, content to feel him lather you with attention as he lays you down, rough hands grabbing your forearms and holding them above your head.

“Stay there.” He says against your mouth, and then you hear the all too familiar clink of his belt buckle. The sound has like a Pavlov effect on you— your stomach tightening and head buzzing as soon as you hear it. With your eyes closed, though, you don’t know where he’s at, and then cool leather is skating along your stomach, the cold metal on your wrists.

He’s using his fucking belt. Tying you down, making sure you don’t move. There’s a second when his hands are at your wrists, threading through the headboard and linking around you that he hesitates. His fingers touch at the old scars— hardly visible now, but it doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

“You sure, baby?” He kisses your cheek, pulling lightly at the belt.

“I trust you.” He kisses the opposite cheek, then tugs the belt. “Tighter.”

“Fucking hell.” He groans, pulling it again. He catches your eyes, and when he looks at you like that everything else ceases to exist. “You always get what you want, huh?”

His hands hook under your jeans and underwear, yanking them down in one strong tug. It should take him longer, but he doesn’t even fiddle with the zipper. The fabric rips, splits under his touch and all but shreds as he chucks it somewhere into the dim abyss of the room. He grabs your legs, and throws them over his shoulders, holding you down as you yelp with surprise when he buries his face between your legs.

He’s usually such a mix between tease and gentleman— working you up until your nearly begging for it, but he doesn’t have the patience right now. His tongue is deliciously hot, licking you in rhythmic strokes like he’s playing the guitar. You sing for him with each movement, shuddering when his mouth wraps around your clit, pleasure shocking through you.

Your hands pull at the belt above you, hearing the leather stretch and wood creak. Franks head doesn’t move, his mouth doesn’t quip with a remark, not even when you cry out— chest nearly bursting with how good it feels. He groans when you say his name, the sound making you writhe harder against the restraint. You asked for this, but it doesn’t take away how much you want to tug on his hair, flip him over and fuck him until he can’t see straight.

“Frank— please let me touch you.” You say all at once, the sentence more of a ramble. You try to move under him, but he’s so strong, determined to make you sit there and take it. Let him have what he needs, do what he wants… the very idea has your eyes rolling back in your head, back arching.

“No.” He moves up the bed nearly bending you in half, tongue swirling in patterns that have you seeing stars. You can hear his staggered breathing, feel his chest and back expanding in between your thighs, spreading you open. Your hands latch onto the headboard, nails cutting their way through the wood as the heat in your belly spreads all over.

“Please, baby.” The shattered tone of your voice makes his eyes look up, even if they’re unfocused.

“You want out?” One of his hands replaces his mouth, curling against something fucking devastating inside you, your whimpered moans giving him enough of an answer. “That’s what I thought. You like this, don’t you?”

“Feels s’good.” You mumble into the pillows. You lose him again, along with all sense of direction when his mouth comes back to your clit. He finds a rhythm again, one he knows all too well will make you shatter completely. “You’re so good. So good— please.”

“Mhmm.” The hand around your waist grips you harder, his hand smacking your ass lightly. You jolt towards him, some kind of red fuelling your vision. You were so close— you needed to feel him under your hands, a need so strong you were almost positive you could snap the leather of his thick belt if you wanted.

But there was something else, something that made you wait until he let you out. The idea that you knew he would let you out— he would remember. He never wouldn’t let you out, and it’s the exact reason you want it to be him that decides. Even if you want to rip this headboard to shreds and flip him over.

You gasp when you feel his hand take over again, the speed and harshness of it buffered by the way he was kissing your hips, mouthing the soft skin of your lower stomach that felt like it was about to burst with pleasure and heat. You couldn’t think of anything other than his touch, body going limp under him.

“That’s right— fuck you look so good right now.” You keen under him, teetering on the edge. “Ohh, you like that too, huh? Like hearing how good you look?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck Frank.”

“Such a pretty girl— so good. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” His words hit the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, sending you into orbit and your head spinning in some kind of unfamiliar, warm space. You could only nod, high pitched whining sounds telling him everything he wants to here. “So good, baby. Cum for me and I’ll let you out. Fuck you how you want me to.”

The feeling overtakes you, letting yourself sink completely into his words and the over mounting pleasure. He holds you down, moving back and pressing you into the mattress. You’re faintly aware he’s looming over you, watching how you tug worthlessly at the belt he tied. You moan loudly, and he bends down, shushing you with sweet kisses.

When you feel yourself coming back, eyes blinking open, he’s right there— he’s always right there where you want him. His hands leave your sides, reaching up above your head, metal clinking above you.

“You’re so perfect, baby. So good to me.” He says, words stuttered through kisses and glimpses up to the belt. With one hand, he undoes it, and watching him sends a whole other round of butterflies off in your stomach.

As soon as your hand are free you’re on him, tearing his shirt over his head. His skin is warm, and your nails drag up over his spine into his hair, tugging. His hairs gotten longer now, long enough to twirl around your fingers, and he grunts when you pull him down, controlling where he goes. You kiss him hard— bruising, almost. Then you make good on all those thoughts, flipping him under you in one movement.

“Fuck.” He mutters against your mouth, and you smile a little.

You shift your hips over his, straddling him. You can feel him through his sweats, ruining the fabric when you sit down and grind against him. He groans at the feeling, his head falling back.

“Let—“ You shake your head, both hands pressed to his chest.

“Let me fuck you. How you want.” You pull his pants down the rest of the way and quickly slide a condom on, watching his face as your soft hands squeeze him lightly. The belt catches your eye, forcing a smile on your face. “Unless you need to be tied down.”

“Shut up.” He yanks you down to kiss you, and even though you’re on top of him, he fucks you. Hard.

You can’t help the loud sounds that fall from your lips, and he swallows them eagerly. They only urge him on, his hips driving up so hard and fast it’s nearly impossible to do anything to live up to your words. He takes you apart, bends your will in ways you don’t want to understand, but it’s just so easy to give it to him. Let him in, when all you tried to do was keep everyone out. His hands fist tight in your hair, the other across your lower back, hitting you so deep you know you’ll feel him for days. You hope he never stops, the white hot bliss in your chest bursting out in long, loud moans.

“Be loud, baby. No one else is coming. Just you and me.” He whispers to you, making you shudder in his arms. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking good—“

“Oh god, Frank—“

“Take it. Fuck, you do it so well.” He doesn’t shut up, grinding up into you, the friction tearing you apart in the best way.

The grip behind your head turns to fingers smoothing over, the gentle side of him giving you whiplash compared to how hard he’s fucking you. He kisses you softly, and you manage to open your eyes just for a second, your foreheads pressed together.

He doesn’t have to say it, you can see it in his eyes. You have no idea how you didn’t pick it before, how it took you so long to name the way he looks at you. Now you’ve seen it, now you know what that is, there’s nothing else it could be but complete adoration. Love.

He flips you over, his cock never leaving you and keeping that punishing pace as he takes even more control. You can feel it building again— that hum of pleasure surging in your veins, overtaking your ability to keep your eyes open.

“I’m so close, sweetheart. Your so—fuck, so tight. You feel me here?” His hand drops, pressing on your lower belly and you say his name— scream it so your new neighbours know exactly who’s fucking you. “Fuck…fuck. Fuck!”

The weight of him holds you down as your orgasm renders you weak and boneless, holding the grip in his hair so tight you swears your knuckles will split. His voice shudders and hitches, a complete lack of control washes over his face, the sight nearly making you cum again. His hips still, warmth blooming in your stomach as you both ride out your highs simultaneously.

Above you, he’s just about the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

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“Don’t move yet.” He says, hands holding your body close. You’re curled up in bed— your bed. He’s behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, the other around your chest.

“Can’t. Even if I wanted to.” His nose drags along your spine, lips trailing behind.

“Baby, if I—“

“You didn’t hurt me. You never hurt me.” His hand cups your jaw, turning you to face him. Then, his thumb traces that tiny little scar on your face, his own looking at you a little pained. “Why are you so obsessed with that?”

“I hate knowin’ I did it.” You turn over, your face inches from his.

“Frank. That was so long ago, and don’t you remember what I did to you? Your arm shattered.”

“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t have a choice, but I did. And I hurt you.” Guilt. He was fucking riddled with it, you could tell. It wasn’t even just you, you know that, but he was so used to stacking mistake after mistake on top of each other, shoving it down inside him— but this one was on your face, something he looked at all the time. Studied. Loved.

“You are the only person who ever came back for me. Helped me. We had a weird start, I’ll give you that—“ He smiles, a sight for your half closed eyes. “—but please, do not add me to that weight on your shoulders. I love you. And that stupid scar is nothing to me. Not as long as it meant I get this.”

“Too good to me.” His head is buried under your chin, hiding his face because he must know you’re right.

He has to know that you wouldn’t change a thing— even if it meant a thousand more years, you would wait, go through all that shit again if he was at the end. He was the prize at the end of a long fucking race, but no matter how much your chest aches and your legs burned, you’d sprint the whole way to get to it.

“What do we do now?” You whisper, the room nearly pitch black now. “You gonna get a job? Wear a suit and tie?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Giggling, the dark room letting you picture him perfectly in a suit.

“You’d look good.” He groans, pulling you closer.

“Cause you’d be so happy being a housewife— sittin’ around waitin’ for me to get home. Yeah, right.” Laughing louder, he just groans again. “Who gives a shit what we do? We’ll figure it out.”

“I guess we have time. He’s not going on trial for another week, right?” Frank nods. “Shit. I wonder how we’re gonna fill our time in here…”

“I’m gonna let that go, because I know you need a second. When I get back, you better be all nice and sweet.”

“Or what?” You hum, and somewhere in the room he picks up the belt buckle and throws it on the bed before he nips at your collarbone before he gets up and walks out of the room.

You flip onto your back, closing your eyes and letting all your thoughts rush back to your brain.It’s almost too easy to not think with Frank, but you can’t fight them off when he’s not there. These ones though, these thoughts coming to you in the safety of this room— your shared room, are good ones.

You see flashes of it. It used to be a far off dream, but you have time now. Time to think about it— Frank coming back to you, maybe in a suit, maybe covered in blood. It doesn’t matter, cause you would be there, wherever he is because you want to be. It’s the only place you’d want to be. You play it over in your head, what he said.

You know you probably don’t want to sit around in an apartment all day. You have that same burn he does— especially knowing Bobby’s still alive. But, for right now, you’d sit at home all day if he was coming through the door at the end of it. Besides, what he called you didn’t sound all bad. House-wife.

You could work with that.

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girlwholovesturtles · 8 months

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Web Development

What the hell is Jon digging through?

Oh, Melanie! ... oh, melanie... Don't remind me of Tim! I mean, she's not totally wrong but don't act like this is Jon's fault.

"This isn't you." Jon, you have not been paying attention if you think this isn't her. She has OPENLY talked at length about killing Elias and not trusting you. This is all her, hon.

Jon, if you think Elias being gone does anything then you need to rethink some things.

Oh... the Eye hasn't tried anything at all... uh?

They were attacked?! I want so bad to know what the hell this attack looked/sounded like. What would the Flesh do I wonder? They're all live stock and meat, that must be horrifying. And apparently the archivists can't even leave now? Like at all? That's gotta be rough. Where do they even sleep at this point?

Oh, the guy representing the Lonely just isn't around? What a shock...

"Tim and Daisy are still dead." Yes Jon, that is how death tends to work. Unless this series is gonna pull something big, I don't expect to see them back. That said, we don't know if Daisy is dead. Didn't she just go into the coffin where the Stranger is kept?

Bro, don't make jokes about her possibly dead girlfriend...

I'm not even surprised anymore that the tape recorders reappear on their own now. It is interesting that no one else is apparently interested in doing the recordings. It tells me that at the very least they don't suffer if they don't read that statements the way Jon seems to.

Jon, if Melanie comes back, you should just accept your death.

This is giving me Lonely vibes already.

Long and spindly you say? Now I'm assuming it's the Web... wait, Web Development. Obviously. I may be a fool...

Dear lord, this sounds so obnoxious. I don't know anything about coding but I hate it.

Uh... what? I though only the Eye collected stories? Oh my lord! WTF can the Web DO?! I thought they were just about control!

Oh well I fucking HATE THAT!!!! Worst! The absolute WORST!

The problem is that even if their friend did die, the Web could still just find someone else to do the job. There really might not be an end to that problem.

Uh... oh. Oh no.

No Jon, you never really did talk to your staff and I still can't imagine why. This would be such a different story right now if you ever did that, like even once tried to bound ideas off your team without someone else starting the conversation.

Surely you have a phone number for Martin. Stop being difficult and just call the man! You know part of Lukas' thing is to isolate people, so why are you talking like you don't plan on contacting Martin?

#the magnus archives #tma #live blogging #episode 123

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ishipgenfics · 2 years

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Do Not Open Liveblog

... yeah I'm gonna liveblog this one too. You can't stop me!

Have I said I love this music? I'm gonna say it again. I LOVE THIS MUSIC.

Jon's narrating voice is very funny to me, it's so much less dramatic then his regular voice. He just sounds like some guy, it's great.

Why. Are there so many people getting drunk in this podcast? Can you like, not encounter the supernatural sober or something?

... ah. Okay. I have a feeling this cafe was not relaxing then?

CECIL! Sorry, I'm sure it's not Cecil, that's just what I think of when I think of 'impossible to describe.' Cecil's dress is anything but unremarkable though, and 'unremarkable but vaguely creepy for reasons you can't quite explain person' is a fairly standard horror trope(it think), so I'm sure it's somebody else.

Stupid. Stupid. There is no way this will end well.

Ohhhh no. It's going to find you man. I mean, that was a pretty reasonable thing to spend the money on, but still. This is clearly supernatural here, normal rules do not apply. THEY WILL FIND YOU.

Fair reaction.

Oh, alright.

MAYBE FOLLOW THE ADVICE MAYBE. THAT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO.

Really. ONLY NOW. Whatever.

ADHD mood.

Did he just straight up get used to it? Good for him, honestly.

Apparently whatever's in the coffin likes orange juice. Fair.

He's doing experiments. Alright. Maybe don't put the glass back on their though.

HAHAHHAHHA.

Oooh singing! Is it pretty?

HE'S JUST SO CHILL ABOUT IT THIS IS SO FUNNY.

Oh, okay, that's kind of a problem. I'm getting the feeling that whatever's in this coffin started to panic when this guy went MONTHS without opening it, and has started to go to more drastic lenghts.

Smart Statement Guy. Good job.

A year and a half? Wow. That's a long time to live with a creepy coffin in your living room.

OH MY GOD THEY TOTALLY EXPECTED HIM TO BE DEAD. THEY ABSOLUTELY THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO WALK INTO THE COFFIN AND DIE AND HE JUST DIDN'T. THAT IS SO FUNNY. I LOVE THIS GUY.

Probably a good call.

THE WHAT? Okay. Okay. Was not expecting that.

Oh, that's Jon's hometown. Alright then, that's pretty cool. Not sure if it's important, but nice to know.

Jon is so skeptical, but I feel like this probably was real. I mean, what's the point of making the episode if it's all fake? C'mon Jon. Hey, that rhymes!

Oh, Statement Guy. You were so antisocial you didn't even notice there was no one else in your apartment building. Mood, honestly.

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silenthillmutual · 1 year

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i keep looking at my own fic ideas from like a couple years ago that i have outlines for and going "wow, i really don't want to write these!" so here's a comprehensive list of fanfics i still have on my desktop which i have started but made litle progress on:

masterpiece theatre - an akira/mob psycho 100 crossover. the premise of this one was that tetsuo managed to create an alternate universe at the end of the film/manga, which was the mp100 universe. he's just kind of there trying to live a normal life while navigating the trauma from his past life. naturally this does not work out well and he winds up both meeting people from the akira 'verse and people from the mp100 'verse. i think i had in mind that it would end roughly around the first season of mp100. anyway this was roughly inspired by my musings about mp100 reminding me of a sort of inverse of akira's storyline that i can no longer articulate because it has been years since i read mp100 all the way through.

cause - this was just going to be a complete rewrite of rebel without a cause where i fixed what i saw as a pacing issue with the film and also gave more context to the characters' lives because i have a love/hate relationship with the original

it's not my party, but i'll still cry if i want to - a really short fic that was taking characters from rebel without a cause and plopping them into a modern 'verse just for the sake of having jim infodump about the 50s while sulking because he thinks judy & plato are doing something together and generally having rsd

where worlds collide and days are dark - all i got is that it's for mgs and i still have a hold of this document despite it just being snippets of fic i wrote like years ago.

statement of daniil dankovsky // statement of artemy burakh - magnus archives crossovers for pathologic, the first one being daniil's statement about the world being alive (based on pathologic classic) and the second one being artemy's statement about seeing daniil die, only to be "replaced" by another actor the following day while everyone else acts like nothing ever happened.

when you finally get involved, face to face - danganronpa ishimondo fic that was a project to see if i could focus long enough to write 100k. instead of getting together as teenagers, the fic would take place over the span of 10 years, where they'd get together as adults. i was really excited about this one when i started it, but people started being transmisogynist in the comments so i stopped working on it and got into pathologic instead.

a document titled 'cool ishimaru has a chill day with boyfriend' which i think was about ishimaru discovering he's trans, that was meant to be a non-despair au and with everyone being generally supportive of him.

flaws - danganronpa fic where taka talks to makoto about feeling possessive and how horrible it feels but i never actually finished or published it. it's pretty much done now... i could go back and edit it down to where i'm satisfied with it but i don't know :/

i wanna ruin our friendship (we should be lovers instead) - some kind of au where either it's non-despair or everyone lives... it was going to have hina and taka bonding over having crushes on their best friends who are oblivious. it was gonna be from hina's pov bc i love her

in the middle - okay this one i swear i will write one day... whenever i replay trigger happy havoc... it was going to be a polyamory fic where mondo is dating chihiro, who used to date taka and desperately wants mondo and taka to be friends. they'd be in college here. chihiro is transfem and taka is transmasc and mondo realizes he's nonbinary i think was a plot point. anyway,

an untitled danganronpa fic wherein hope's peak decides the classes need mentors and taka picks juzo, w ho came out of the closet for the express purposes of getting out of having to mentor anybody. but taka thinks it was very brave of him and wants advice on coming out despite being a public figure.

letters - this was just going to be eight, thirty-one from taka's pov

jojo's despaire adventure - jojo characters put in a danganronpa situation. pretty sure polnareff was going to be the protag of this one. it was going to be a simulation dio was running to try and rewrite the universe, hence why so many characters from so many parts were there and also had no memory of each other. i think kakyoin was going to be the first casualty.

all of my started but unfinished assorted jjba works you can still find on ao3: next chapter of cherry wine was going to have a karaoke section because fox gave me the funniest image of hol horse singing a shitty maroon 5 song. i have no idea where i was headed with heads on a science apart. not sure what the next chapter of heart of glass was going to be and i don't feel like pulling up the outline but i can tell you how it ended if anyone is curious about that. she told me to come but i was already there - there was going to be a battle of the bands kind of thing wherein we were going to get hol horse singing 'ride a horse, save a cowboy'. that was the highlight of the chapter and i don't remember what else i had planned for it. starfish crusaders was going to have a mechanic where some of the joestars were part merpeople and could transform at will. warmth, though, i have no idea where i was going with that.

alexithymia - a patho fic exploring the turmoil of not knowing, understanding, or articulating your own feelings. with daniil, of course.

something just titled 'angst outline' that is for a long form pathologic angst fic i was never going to write because i was convinced nobody was going to read it. it was going to be burda but with even more problems and issues and angst for the sake of angst.

a fic about artemy's insomnia

some unspcified fics about daniil being autistic

bio murky - okay this is really obvious but the reason to read the fic was that it was transmasc artemy. essentially artemy and daniil met and hooked up and maybe started falling in love in the capital and then artemy left for home unexpectedly... because he was pregnant. i think this was going to be an everyone lives kind of au or potentially even a no-sand pest au.

a blurb about andrey and his bipolar disorder

e pluribus unem - if i ever actually write this one i'll have to find a title that won't invoke such a knee-jerk reaction but anyway this was a fic about daniil going about wooing artemy by making amends/friends with those of artemy's bound. it was going to be told in little shorts of daniil meeting with the kids. originally i wrote this from daniil's pov but i think if i write this one i'll do it from the kids' povs.

a blurb about daniil having a breakdown after the end of classic

let's climb the cliff edge and jump again - this was gonna be a fic about daniil and andrey's tentative friendship in university where andrey is a horrible influence, a horrible friend, and a horrible brother. it was loosely inspired by my toxic girl friendships i had in college [a/n: i was a girl in college] and the first time i got high. i wanted it to be My Dandrey Fic but without happy dandrey at the end... hints of griefdrey instead... and again thinking about andrey's bipolar disorder because i'm always thinking about it!

a mark/rubin fic that was gonna be nsfw.

mystical inclinations - a soulmate au with tattoos i think? polyamory and platonic soul mates were going to be a thing in this au but i kind of don't remember what i was doing with it.

another pregame burda au

a fic i started where rubin is mortified to be caught in between artemy and daniil's...whatever

a fic about artemy & daniil's first kiss

talk too much - daniil, who is usually a smoother talker, has a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth whenever artemy is around

another fic entry in my modern au thing, where artemy's kids meet daniil for the first time

vince malum bono - clara talking to each of her bound on the last few days of the plague, patho-2 version

when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth - this was going to be mashing up daniil and artemy's routes (and at the end, clara's as well). with burda. of course.

when the day met the night - burda fic where daniil is about to get taken out by the government because he's a criminal against common sense and good morals, and artemy panics and tells the emmisaries who show up that they can't take daniil because they are to be married, and they can't take the menkhu's husband. and of course the emmissaries aren't stupid so they say they'll be back for the wedding. very romcom.

#icarus.txt #ominous fic talk #idk if anyone here remembers me from some of these fandoms #but like if you wanna know what's up w one of these maybe talking abt it will inspire me. who knows!

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