#Pulled this from my Christmas queue :P

[stick-by-me]

And what a world it is :]

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Owed It | Jack Hughes

summary: you’re less than happy with how things ended between you and Jack so when the Devils come to Vancouver to play you decide to give him a piece of your mind, but what happens when he has the same idea?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, face riding, use the of the word slut once, swearing.

word count: 2.25k

authors note: I sort of merged a request of some prompts for Jack and a part 2 of Misconceptions and Confrontations. Although I have left it on a cliff hanger I’m not going to make this into a full blown series which is why there hasn’t been a Masterlist made for this.

pt 1 | pt 3

To say you were surprised when he showed up at your door it was an understatement.

After your conversations died down in December you pushed him to the back of your mind. Sure it was hard at first as you missed staying up until the late hours of the night giggling as you would be on FaceTime with Jack. But when Tito moved to the Canucks within a month of things pretty much ending with Jack you didn't complain. The Quebec native was fun, sure you two hadn't done anything under your clothing yet but that didn't mean that there weren't a few shared kisses when you two got far too drunk for your own goods or after big games as your own celebration for him.

The Canucks player had come over to grab his suit jacket that had he had left after you two went to watch a movie "thanks again," he smiled as you walked him to the door.

The gesture was innocent as he placed his hand on the small of your back "don't mention it," you shook your head as you opened your front door "Jack?" Your eyes went wide as the two of you were met with the middle Hughes boy.

Jack mirror your reaction as he looked at Tito. The boys had met each other on numerous occasions when the Canadian was still with the Islanders "Beauvillier," he scowled as he sent the older boy a glare.

The creased shirt on the Canucks player was not helping your cause, because to the untrained eye it seriously looked like you were letting him out after you two spent the night together.

Tito wasn't one to be scared of Jack or most players for that matter but the look that he was receiving would have made him a dead man if looks could kill "I guess this is my queue to leave," he murmured as he gave you a side hug before the older boy scurried out of your apartment.

The Devils player was still trying to comprehend what he had just seen "what the fuck?" Jack let out an exasperated gasp as you pulled him into your apartment.

You let out a growl "keep your voice down," you grumbled as it was barely eight o'clock in the morning.

It caused the boy to scoff "so now you care about if others can hear you?" The hockey player shook his head as he placed his hands on his jean pockets.

The comment caused you to grow irritated "last time I checked you are not in the position to parent me," you shot back as your eyes went into a glare.

It pissed you off how nonchalant the boy was "you're the one who left me on read," Jack had been left hurt after you ignored his question asking if you were planning on joining Quinn for the Hughes Christmas family dinner, an event that she was always an honorary guest to.

You grabbed the orange juice from the counter that you had been drinking "you're the one who decided that you wanted to see other people," you pointed out as you waved your finger at him "and I'm not one for sharing." Your voice was a low grumble as you brought the glass to her lips.

Jacks once irritated look was now a smirk "were you jealous?" He asked as he knew you were talking about the rumours that he had gotten back with his ex girlfriend.

The reminder of what happened lit a fire beneath you "you know I actually missed you," you scoffed as you couldn't believe that you wanted to see him.

You saw why you hated him so much back then.

The devils player rubbed his hand against his jaw "I missed you too," he blurted out as he walked over to where you were in the kitchen

"Bullshit," you blurted out as you sent him a glare.

The Hughes brother placed his hands on your hips as he pulled you closer to him "come sit on my face and I'll show you how much I missed you." He murmured as his lips were a mere few inches from your own.

Darting your eyes from his down to his lips your voice went croaky "Jack," you mumbled as you kissed him.

Oh how you missed the feeling of those lips on yours. Weirdly enough though the the amount of hatred in it was next to nothing when compared to the first time he kissed you, dare to say it but it was almost like there was a hint of love in this kiss.

As Jack pulled away from you he caught your lower lip in between his teeth as he gave it a small tug "where's your bedroom princess?" He asked as he cocked his head.

Your furrowed your eyebrows almost like you were confused by what he was hinting at "end of the hallway," you let out a soft gasp as you realised what he was hinting to.

So like any horny girl, you locked your hand with his as you pulled him in the direction of your room "you're so eager," the hockey player teased as he reached under your baggy shirt that was clearly one of Quinn’s as he helped you out of your panties.

As you stepped out of them you couldn’t help but roll your eyes "fuck off," you warned as you shook your head.

Jacks lips turned into a pout "that's not very nice," he had this shit eating grin as he sat on your bed bringing you closer by your shirt.

With his other hand he let it trail over your slit "god Jack just," your voice was breathy as you tried to grind on the individual finger.

The boy lay down flat on your bed "come here," he motioned for you to join him on the bed.

But when you only sat next to him he wasn’t happy "up here honey," Jack tapped his lips as he hooked his hand behind your leg helping move you closer.

As you hovered above his face you couldn’t help but remember why you were so irritated "you got a lot of ner-" you were quickly cut off when Jacks tongue darted inside of you.

You never really thought that Jack was the kind of boy to be a munch but god were you wrong "right there," you groaned as his nose continued to knock your clit.

The sensations were something that you weren’t used to. Sure you had been eaten out before but never like this "fuck!" Your one had gripped at the headboard as your other locked onto his hair.

Jacks eyes never left yours “so good," you moaned as you continued to grind on his face.

His lips moved with a pop as he replaced it with his fingers "you like this don't you?" He asked in a teasing tone.

You nodded as you watched him move back to his original position "yes Jack," you repeated your words as he kissed your clit "fuck yeah I do," your voice was broken as you tried to remain calm.

The smirk on his face was clear and you had to break him "this is what you've been missing out on," your comment drew a moan from his lips.

Playing with fire seemed to be your forte "what Tito had been getting whenever he wanted." You cooed as you forced him by his hair to make him look at you.

You got your wish of pissing him off "off," Jack tapped your thigh as he pulled his mouth away from your clit.

The build to your high was quick to become unraveled "wha-" you grew surprised.

He repeated his words "get off.”

Not wanting to piss him off you listened "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll forget that guys name." Jack warned as he sat up to kiss your lips.

You loved the way that you could taste yourself on his lips "you want me to forget Tito?" You asked making sure that you put more effort into the boys name.

It caused Jacks eyes to grow dark "see that you've still got that mouth on you," he murmured as he ran his thumb over your lower lip.

Nodding with a smirk "would never lose it for you," you explained as the boy pulled your top over your head.

Jack let out this guttural groan "missed these," he reached out to cup your bare breasts.

It drew a giggle from your lips "just my boobs?" You asked as the hockey player got up.

The boy tucked your hair behind your ear "missed all of you," he placed a kiss on your lips.

You watched as he grabbed a condom from his jeans "you knew what was gonna happen didn't you?" A scoff fell from your lips as he nodded.

He smirked as he pulled his shirt off of his head "cause my baby is my cock hungry slut," Jack rolled the condom over his cock “want you on all fours," he added as he motioned for you to flip over.

Your lips form a pout "got a thing for not seeing my face?" You teased as you let out a giggle.

Jack was surprised that you made that comment no matter how playful your voice was "thought you didn't want me to see your face when you came.” He explained as he pulled you closer now deciding that missionary was going to be the preferred position.

His cock teased your clit before he thrusted inside of you “you gonna be a good girl and take it for me?” Jack asked as his thumbs teased your breasts.

The moan you released was your worst enemy “not a big challenge,” you were proud of yourself for getting the words out.

They seemed to egg Jack on as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. It gave him access to fuck you in a much deeper angle “you liking that don’t you?” He smiled when your face scrunched up as his hand went to your clit.

You wanted to reach up to hit him but as he increased his pace it caused your hand to land on your boob “god,” you groaned letting your fingers tease the nipple.

Jack loved the way that you were so responsive to his actions. Sure other girls had been like that in bed with him before but this all felt different.

The girl that he had been pining over since he was a kid. Yes you thought he hated you but of course your mothers were right, Jack had liked you from the moment he saw you on that swing. The reason why he pulled you off of it? That’s simply because you weren’t listening to him.

You let out a moan “you’re so good Jacky,” you cried out as you made grabby hands at him.

It might have been a childish gesture but you missed the feeling of his lips on yours “my little girl wants a kiss?” He asked as he let his lips hover above yours. The angle that he was now thrusting into caused him to be best friends with your g-spot.

Given the new level of pleasure that you were felling all you could do was nod. And luckily for you Jack wasn’t in the mood to tease you. So his lips went on yours as his tongue swiped across your lower lip as he wanted to feel the feeling of his tongue fighting with yours.

When you let out a moan you granted his wish. Jack swore that the moment forced your head into the mattress that he loved you. Seeing you in the position that you were in made him feel like he was on cloud nine “I’m gonna come,” you announced as the boys motions on your clit quickly sped up.

He wanted you to see reach your high first because Jack was literally seconds behind you “go on my pretty girl.” The hockey player smiled as he kissed your neck.

It was crazy how that little moment caused your orgasm to not only come but also it hit you like a truck.

You repeated a string of “oh my gosh” as your pussy almost suffocated his cock “this pussy was made for me fuck,” Jack cursed as his high was met shortly after yours was.

The boy let out a soft laugh as he took in your sensitive state, it was like that simply didn’t change from the previous time you two spent together.

As he slid out of you your body shuddered “sorry honey,” he apologised as he hook his fingers under your jaw so that he could place a peck on your lips.

But when your phone went off you two each looked at the other with wide eyes.

Quinn x: I’ll be up in three minutes

Quinn x: Got you breakfast.

Sure you shouldn’t have been surprised by this, it was your tradition before every home game “fuck,” you groaned as you quickly got up.

You didn’t seem to care that your legs felt like jelly as you quickly tried to get ready “what?” Jack asked as he hadn’t gotten a chance to see the messages.

You didn’t get a chance to answer his question when you heard the front door open “I’m here!” Quinn called out as he shut the door behind him.

You and Jack were now truly fucked.

[rhoorl]

Week in Review | Dec. 24

Hi! Like the new addition above? I figured after doing these for so long I’d make a graphic (thanks to a trial of Canva Pro I got for myself). I did some maintenance to my masterlist this week too since I have more than just two fics going. Anyways enough about me, let’s get to the fic recs...

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

Cold, Biting and No Need for Mistletoe by @undercoverpena - I adore the way Jo writes Frankie and I felt so spoiled to get to read two Frankie entries this week!

Common Thread by @wildemaven - Relationship Frankie just hits different. I loved all of the little glimpses we got into this relationship.

Javier Peña

Plaid Pajama Morning by @javierpena-inatacvest - I love everything and anything in this universe …a domestic Javi makes me melt.

Good Boy by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - This also features Dieter Bravo and is 🔥 Like I literally finished reading this and stared at the wall for who knows how long…

Joel Miller

Symphony by @maggiemayhemnj - This one is moving to the Compulsory Series section next week but had to pull it out and give a big shout-out to my friend for publishing her first fic!! How exciting!

Dieter Bravo

In Reality by @sin-djarin - If you’ve been around here for a while you know that a soft Dieter is just *it* for me. This fic does such a great job of getting inside of his head…I just love him.

O, Christmas Tree by @covetyou - This fic cracked me up and is so menace Dieter, I loved it!

Gift Wrapped by @sp00kymulder - This was so cute and silly and showed off one of the reasons why I love this menace of a man so much. 

Tim Rockford

Underwater by @secretelephanttattoo - This little extra in the Undercover universe (see below in my compulsory series section) was such a delight. Learning about how Tim found Cleo (his pet fish) was so damn endearing and sweet. This doesn't help the Tim brain rot … 😆

Marcus Pike

Make Me Like the Holidays by @undercoverpena I want this Marcus for Christmas, ok? Thank you! 😆

I've Got a Crush on You by @5oh5 - This has so many elements of Marcus that I love…a sweet, thoughtful man who is a little menace. Oh and he'll get you food.

Oberyn Martell

A Baker's Dozen - Four by @avastrasposts - Oberyn visits the bakery and oh boy, was I so into this! There’s just something about Oberyn … and Mel captured it beautifully in this.

Jack Whiskey Daniels

Dessert and Sugar Coated Kisses (both in AO3) by Ladybess (@ladybess-a03) - Some charming Jack in both of these 🫠

Dave York

The Things She Does to Please by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Some Dave York smut was very welcomed!

Ezra

A Baker's Dozen - Five by @avastrasposts - I read this yesterday and I’m still thinking about it. The Ezra in this is so layered but there’s still a very endearing and sincere part that comes through. I will be rereading this one.

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Merry Fic-mas (Various) by @ladamedusoif - A great list that I need to work through, but I'm particularly fond of the Mr. Ben entry.

12 Days of XxxMas (Various) by @morallyinept - I’m behind on these but what I have read so far is 🔥

Holiday Prompts (Various) by @trulybetty

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog 

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings 

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese 

Undercover (Tim Rockford) by @secretelephanttattoo 

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest 

OTHER CHARACTERS

Will Miller

All I Want by @laurfilijames - The holidays aren't always rainbows and butterflies and this showed how it affects Will 

Posts from the week:

Check out these hilarious PPCU-inspired queue tags from @wannab-urs. Expect to start seeing Paddington Queue in a queue near you.

Check out these PPCU IDs and badges @morallyinept made!

A photo from Freaky Tales came out this week, but all I can see is older Joel.

Examples of what the Pedro boys’ Instagram profiles would look like!

I got tagged in a few Pinterest Moodboard things and they were all funny to me - mostly because of the random animals that showed up. Example 1, Example 2, Example 3

Feral corner:

Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal is out here with his hair grown out and the curls are CURLIN. This man is seriously a menace - LOOK AT HIM.

Thots about Steve and Javi. Pedro cosplaying as Joel. Speaking of Joel … obligatory Young Joel post coming at you. This Dieter-coded look from Pedro sent me into a tailspin. If you read Working Title, that is how I picture Dieter. Marcus Pike just being the finest-looking MFer in the FBI. Proof that the wardrobe department knew what they were doing with Frankie.

It’s been Charlie Hunnam week apparently for me but I watched this video more times than I care to admit. I can’t mention one Miller without the other…this Benny gifset gave me some thots (particularly the ones of him yelling, wtf is wrong with me).

Things I watched:

I watched Rebel Moon on Netflix. I know this movie didn’t get the best reviews, but I enjoyed it. Was it because Charlie Hunnam looked hot AF? Maaaaybe. 😆

I'm planning on watching it again with Mr. Rhoorl this week.

Personal Stuff

Tonight we are taking Baby Rhoorl to a holiday light display, which I’m pretty excited about. It’s just going to be the Rhoorl’s this year for Christmas since our families live in other states. We’ll keep it pretty low-key. I, unfortunately, have to work this week - although I will be able to work from home which is nice.  

Fic updates:

The Benny Miller brain rot is REAL y’all. As a result, I put out Are You Going to Be Quiet? this week.

I’m working on a few different things. I’m excited to be participating in the Pickled Peña writing challenge and will post something on Jan. 1. I’m also almost done with part two of Turbulence (a Frankie one-shot that’s now a two-parter). New updates for Delta Landscaping and Working Title are in the works too!

And to Wrap

If you are celebrating this week, I hope you have a great time. I know this can be a tough time of the year for a lot of us, so I’m sending you a Frankie hug and a Javi forehead kiss (consensually of course). As we approach the end of the year expect a sappy post (or two) from me. If you made it all the way to the end, hi, you're the best! 😘

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You? Masterlist (Benny Miller)

[johndpg]

MEMORIES OF SCHOOLDAYS #2

PANTS OFF FOR PE

During my first week at grammar school, our form master Mr J told us not to bring in any kit for our first Games lesson and said instead we were to go to the New Sports Hall (that’s what everybody called it, even though it was built at least 20 years ago).

PE was indoors in the gym or the New Sports Hall (lol) and my form had one lesson a week. The whole first form had Games on Wednesday afternoons and, because each form was assigned to one of four Houses, they wanted to mix us up, so the Houses could compete. Lower School boys also got one swimming lesson a week (good times) and I think my form joined with another one for that.

So, that first Wednesday, I lined up with 150 or so other excitable 11-year-olds outside the New Sports Hall. A boy near me in the queue (no idea who he was now) announced conspiratorially that “you’re not allowed to wear pants under your shorts” and that it must be true because he had an older brother at the school. We just laughed at him. Who’d ever heard of such nonsense!

Once the PE teachers had got us inside and settled down, they went through the sports we’d be doing. In the Autumn/Spring terms there was football (excellent), hockey (hmm, okay), rugby (do I have to?) and cross country (fuck off). In Summer there was athletics (great), cricket (excellent) and badminton (sounds fun). They put us in groups of 30 to 40, which included boys from all four Houses.

Mr P took us for PE in the gym. As we were getting changed for our first lesson into our kit of white vest and shorts, he delivered the surprising instruction not to put on our vests. So, of course we didn’t and, in fact, never did. Like every other boy, I had to do PE topless until the sixth form.

He was a middle-aged, taciturn man who used to glower and pull faces at what he called our “pathetic effort” at physical education. But he could be fun too. He’d let us play Pirates if we begged hard enough, where you had to get round the gym without touching the floor. One day, though, he was away and Mr M, the head of PE, took the lesson. He was a stocky, blond man who had played semi-professional football back in the day. As he exited the changing room I can recall his exact words because of the consternation it created then, but more because of what happened later—“Remember, gentlemen, nothing under your shorts.”

There was concerned chatter throughout the changing room, some voices disbelieving, others mutinous. One boy next to me said, “I’m not.” to which I replied, “Well I’m not going to risk it.” Being so young, I’m not sure I can recall any difference wearing my shorts without pants, although maybe things were a bit breezier!

Mr M’s approach to teaching PE was very different to Mr P. He was much more engaged and enthusiastic, and his loud voice was frequently heard booming “Well done!” and “Good!” Over half of us couldn’t climb the ropes, so he showed us his technique; later, he climbed up behind one boy who couldn’t get further than a few feet off the floor and kept pushing him up higher with the top of his head! The boy was probably terrified, but it was very funny to watch, and we cheered and clapped. The other big difference was the large plimsoll he had tucked under his arm when he let us into the gym. I knew boys got the slipper in senior school and eyed it nervously when he slapped it down on a windowsill with some other things he was carrying.

Mr P was back as normal for our next lesson and I guess most of us kept our pants on as before (you know, like we’d been doing for all of our lives).

Flash forward a few months, to maybe after Christmas? It was definitely still winter, as the big gym was fucking freezing. I’m not sure a vest would have added much insulation, but every little helps. We were doing exercises in different spots around the room—running, skipping, jumping, push-ups, that kind of thing. Mr M suddenly appeared and beckoned Mr P over. The latter blew his whistle, so we stopped and waited. There was a muttered conversation and Mr P left and Mr M announced that he was taking over the class.

Five/ten minutes later there was another whistle blast, so we stuttered to a stop again. I remember I was at the back of the gym doing a thing where you had to work your way down a bench by putting your hands flat on it and jumping from one side to the other. I looked over to Mr M who was pointing at a boy. “Are you wearing underpants?” The boy mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” and looked at his feet. The class was frozen in place like an Edwardian tableau—because he wasn’t the only culprit. I remember thinking the 11-year-old equivalent of oh shit. Mr M must have read the room. “Are there any other boys wearing underpants?” he enquired. A couple of hands went up. There was silence as he scanned our faces. “Anyone else?” After some nervous foot shuffling a few more hands were raised. His veiled threat that, “It will be the worst for you if you don’t own up now” was met with a flurry of the remaining hands, mine included. I’m pretty sure he was taken aback but he just said, “All of you go and get changed and get back here. You’ve got two minutes—go!”

My whole form fled the gym, there were no mutineers this time! I had to run the length of the room and then down two flights of stairs to the changing room. The boys who’d been nearest the gym doors were already on their way back up! I was running out of time. Where was my peg? There! Shorts down, pants off, shit they’re caught on my foot, hop, hop, shorts back on, go, go, go! I raced up the two flights of stairs, getting out of breath now, and burst through the gym doors. Was I back in time? At least I wasn’t last.

The boys who had reached the gym ahead of me were in a line facing the doors, so that was a surprise. Many were still red-faced and panting because of our sudden burst of exertion. Well, it was a PE lesson, I suppose! I didn’t need to be told to take the next place in the line, and the boys who came running in after me likewise fell in, huffing and puffing.

Mr M regarded us sternly. I don’t recall what he said exactly, it was so long ago, but he started along the lines of, “You were all told underpants must not be worn during PE or Games lessons” because I remember thinking no, we bloody weren’t (well, certainly not officially lol). Then it was hygiene this blah, blah, having to wear wet or muddy underpants in class that blah, blah. He emphasised his points with the plimsoll that seemed to have magically appeared in his hand. It was white once but now grubby with ingrained dirt, and the laces were missing. Then he told all of us to touch our toes.

I’d never been ordered to bend over before, so at a loss to know exactly what to do, I literally touched the top of my plimsolls, which left me in a wobbly, half-crouching position. My legs were shaking, which didn’t help, and my mouth was dry, because I remember trying to swallow as I stared at the wooden parquet floor between my feet. I can still recall the boy who was bending over to my left, let’s call him Nixon, because of something that happened afterwards. I saw he was grasping his legs above his ankles, so I did the same. That was much better. We exchanged a glance, telepathically communicating our fear, and then both went back to staring at the floor.

I daren’t look up or around to see what was happening, so my ears were working overtime. Suddenly, there was a resounding whack as Mr M slippered the first boy in line to my left, followed by a youthful “Ahh!” “Go to the wallbars.” “Yes, Sir!” Less than five seconds later came the second whack and another boy’s exclamation of pain. “Go to the wallbars.” Five seconds… Another whack. “Go to the wallbars.” By the fifth boy or so it was just “Wallbars” and shortly afterwards the even more direct “Go!”

I was about two-thirds of the way along the line, so it probably took Mr M ninety seconds or so to work his way towards my small backside, protected only by a pair of white, nylon shorts. It seemed to take much longer as I waited, gripping my ankles. Whack, whack, whack!… Unhurried, remorseless… Getting nearer! I was keenly aware of his presence when he finally arrived behind Nixon. I strained my eyeballs to the left to see what was happening. Nixon’s eyes were screwed shut. I could see the bottom of Mr M’s legs and his feet. There was a pause, then the now-familiar whack of the slipper in action, much louder now it was happening right next to me. Nixon jolted and yelped. “Go!” said Mr M and with a “Yes, Sir!” the boy was up and away in a flash. And then Mr M WAS STANDING DIRECTLY BEHIND ME.

I had an upside down view of his feet between my trembling legs. I wanted a piss so badly. I felt him grip my waistband and hitch up my shorts, and then a second later his plimsoll made contact with the middle of my buttocks and there was a bright flash of heat. Now it was my turn to jerk forward with an audible “Ahh!” “Go!” he ordered, “Yes, Sir!” I squeaked and scampered over to the wallbars, rubbing my backside as I went. It wasn’t so much hurting as tingling, and I could feel the spreading warmth from that one whack.

I exchanged a relieved grin with Nixon. We had to stand the other side of the wallbars because of the number of boys waiting there now, and we casually leant back against the wall. We didn’t realise it would be icy cold in the unheated gym in winter and both jumped when it touched our bare skin, but then, oh my God, it felt amazing against our hot bottoms, especially through nylon shorts with no pants! I remember we looked at each other in surprise and delight. Nixon put his hands on his knees and pushed back, so I did likewise, and we pulled silent, laughing faces.

Meanwhile, Mr M was finishing-off the last ten boys or so with the same, measured pace. Whack! “Go!”… Whack! “Go!” It probably took him less than three minutes to slipper every boy in the form. I was 11 (my birthday is at Easter) but some of them would been 12 already. When all of us were assembled at the wallbars he told us, “If I catch another boy in this form wearing underpants, it won’t be the slipper, it’ll be the cane!”, again waving his plimsoll at us for emphasis. During my entire time at the school, I never heard of a PE teacher caning anybody, so I’m sure he only said that to impress upon us the gravity of such a heinous crime. He checked his watch; there was only ten minutes of the lesson left, so he dismissed us early.

For the rest of that year and the whole of the next, winter or summer, indoors or out, rain or shine (or even snow on a few occasions!), I was a committed freeballer. I’m pretty sure the rest of my form was as well. We started to get more cavalier about the no-pants rule in the third form because we were teenagers then and knew everything, and didn’t bother with it at all in the Upper School… Unless you knew for sure you’d got Mr M for a lesson, and then even at 16 it was definitely pants off, just in case.

That was far from the last time my backside got acquainted with Mr M’s slipper. Stay tuned!

[cyarskaren52]

Hip hop and Christmas music makes one holly jolly holiday

Don't be a Grinch, yo.

Yes, we know that holiday song lists are the most predictable mid-December tradition online. So what? It's Christmastime, fam--lighten up, drink up some eggnog, cuddle under some mistletoe and throw on some music. There are holiday rap songs for every mood, if you want to entertain the kids, if you want to get inappropriate with friends, if you want some quiet, cozy time with that special someone--or if you just want something real as hell. 

It's Christmas, so you know you're going to need some background music. You know the drill: this ain't really going to be anything that changes Christmas as you know it, but these are rap Christmas classics. You have to queue this playlist up. We got you.

#26

[BONUS SONG] "HANUKKAH SONG 2.0" - NISSIM BLACK AND KOSHA DILLZ

#25

"XMAS BLUES" - BIG TYME

#24

"CHRISTMAS IN THE GHETTO" - MASTER P FEAT. C-MURDER

#23

"IT'S THE HOLIDAZE" - WESTSIDE CONNECTION

DROP YOUR EMAIL

TO STAY IN THE KNOW

SUBMIT

#22

"IF I WAS SANTA CLAUS" - ATMOSPHERE

#21

"BALLIN' ON CHRISTMAS" - JIM JONES

#20

"DANA DANE IS COMING TO TOWN" - DANA DANE

#19

"THE CHRISTMAS SONG" - DAVID BANNER

#18

"LET THE JINGLE BELLS ROCK" - SWEET TEE

#17

"A CHRISTMAS FUCKING MIRACLE" - RUN THE JEWELS

#16

"GHOSTFACE X-MAS" - GHOSTFACE KILLAH

#15

"DECK DA CLUB" - YING YANG TWINS

#14

"ALL I REALLY WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" - LIL JON FEAT. KOOL AID MAN

#13

"SANTA'S RAP" - TREACHEROUS THREE

#12

"HOW SEAN PRICE STOLE CHRISTMAS" - SEAN PRICE

#11

"CHRISTMAS IS..." - RUN-D.M.C.

#10

"MERRY MUTHAFUCKIN' CHRISTMAS" - EAZY E

#9

"JINGLE BALES" - GUCCI MANE

#8

"SANTA BABY" - REV. RUN

#7

"MILLIE PULLED A PISTOL ON SANTA" - DE LA SOUL

#6

"WHAT YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS?" - K-NOCK, QUAD CITY DJS, AND THE 69 BOYZ

#5

"SLEIGH RIDE" - TLC

#4

"SANTA CLAUS COME STRAIGHT TO THE GHETTO" - SNOOP DOGGY DOGG

#3

"PLAYER'S BALL" (CHRISTMAS MIX) - OUTKAST

#2

"CHRISTMAS IN HOLLIS" - RUN-D.M.C.

#1

"CHRISTMAS RAPPIN'" - KURTIS BLOW

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[cultgambles]

Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

Masterlist | Requests? open

The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, ​​[Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.

[curiousconch]

The Moments in Between (Part 1)

Book/Pairing: Open Heart 2 / Rafael Aveiro x F! MC

A/N: I wanted to fill in the laaaaarge time skip in chapter 18. This is a series, and it primarily aims to fill in the blanks in between the remaining OH2 chapters (and more). Enjoy!

P. S. This is my first attempt to write a fan fic, so please, PLEASE be gentle. I'll also try to accept requests, but for RAF stans for now. :)

Music Inspo: Leaves / Ben&Ben

The Edenbrook ship is sinking.

Yet like the band that continued playing as the Titanic sunk in the ocean, Casey and the rest of the gang carried on seeing patients until their strength gave out. And in between the double shifts, inexistent day-offs and long patient queues, Rafael was there.

It started with a simple Gelato night, maraschino cherries and sprinkles galore. This was followed by surprise visits during the day, often with Raf bringing some home cooked meal to force Casey to take a break and eat something within a 12hour shift. Some days it will be picking her up and just lounging on the couch of his new apartment, where she can lift her feet up so he can gently massage her numbing soles.

And in the rarity of a full day off, it's just them under the sheets, alternating between talking, binge watching on their favorite series, or making love. Sometimes if Juliana really becomes insistent, it's just a day when they stuff their mouths with different decadent pastries and laughing at Raf's embarrassing childhood memories.

Once or twice they tried to discover a new Italian restaurant around his apartment. Sometimes, they just went to the farmer's market to pick up fresh ingredients and together they tried their hand on new recipes.

These moments, due to Casey's aggressive workload, became precious to them. It didn't compare to the time they were together B. S. (Before Sora), but these stolen nuggets of time spent together became the new foundation of their reignited romance.

Raf bloomed with a newfound purpose - to be Casey's refuge in the storm. And Casey's former independence are nothing but a long-forgotten memory as she relied more and more on Raf. Long before she realized it, she let loose of her previous stubbornness of relying only on herself and never on to others. Let alone on someone who could easily break her heart again. But she can't resist. Instead, she plunged deep into it, into his unrestrained acts of care.

In all these moments, they laughed, they kissed, they held hands, and more often than not, did something more.

Thanksgiving were spent at his grandmother's. Christmas was shared quietly in the warmth of his humble studio. The New Year countdown was spent together with her roommates, whilst when the clock struck 12 it was in each other's arms sharing a kiss.

And as leaves would grow from the bareness of trees after the harsh winter air, so did their fondness for each other.

It was inevitable.

And in this particular quiet morning after a night spent together in Rafael's quaint bed, Casey can't help herself from introspection.

7:05AM - her phone's screen displayed. Her shift ended just around the previous midnight, 14 hours shift spent on the free clinic, most of the time standing or running.

But she wasn't tired. Instead, she felt refreshed, and she knew exactly why.

She watched him sleep soundly. He fetched her from the hospital from the night before so they could walk back together and talk.

Her eyes watched his features carefully, as she felt amazed with the second chance they received. She reached out to brush a bit of his dark hair and placed a hand on his cheek, then let it travel midway down his exposed back.

Without opening his eyes, he smiled at her touch, to her surprise.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep, superman, I thought you were still sleeping," Casey said softly.

"S'okay. I do that too sometimes."

He said this as he opened one eye sleepily and glanced at her, then gasped. Apparently, he would never get used to the view of her beside him, with only his black shirt draping her petite figure. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. When she was within his reach, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, making sure she was real.

She giggled, and closed her eyes shut as she relished his warmth.

And he realized, it was in these moments in between that really mattered. He waited for the perfect time to make his declaration of his feelings for her nothing but special. He planned a thousand date nights, and pictured a lot of different scenarios. He even had it down to a Top 3 list.

But if their shared traumatic experience taught him anything, it's to cherish the present, the now, and making sure that the current day is not wasted. Because tomorrow is not guaranteed.

So before he could stop himself, he opened his eyes and locked at her staring green-hued ones.

"I love you, Casey." He said, his tone gentle, carefully conveying that she did not need to answer him back. His confession made more sincere with his loudly beating heart. Yet, he waited, hoping that the moments that they shared in the past few months would have been more than enough for her to forgive him.

Casey's lips parted, her previously calm mind suddenly awoken by the weight of his words. She knew her reply, but she wanted it to hit home, and to erase the doubts that occasionally seeped through the surface of their relationship, once and for all.

"Raf, I truly believe that you never really love someone until you learn to forgive."

She paused, reaching for his hand and holding it tightly, making it caress her cheek.

"And I have long forgiven you, I have forgiven you long before you tried to save my life. It was easy. I tried for a long time to understand how easily I have forgiven you after what you did."

His breathing hitched, trying to process her words. It was the first time Casey has ever talked about his betrayal, his neglect of what they had all before Sora came back into his life. His swift departure from her life after his ex clawed him back to the nostalgia of his glorious high school days.

Casey took his silence as a sign for her to continue, holding Raf's gaze, hoping that the certainty of what she would say next would cement their relationship.

"And I realized, it's not because you were nothing but kind to me. Not even because you were a charming, responsible and admiringly selfless guy..."

She scooted closer to him, their noses touching as she lowered her voice to a whisper.

"It is simply because I love you too, Rafael."

He let out a sigh of relief, kissing her deeply as his heart jumped with joy. The heavy burden of the pain he knew she went through because of him now lifted.

Her forgiveness freed them. Their passion no longer taken hostage by the past. It was time to look forward.

For even though the future had a lot of questions, it was in this moment, that they found themselves completely captured by each other again.

It was in this moment that both were assured that all will be alright in time, whatever lies ahead of them.

[101flavoursofweird]

My Rhythm Thief Secret Santa 2020 for @wivesbeforelives! They asked for a scenario with the Rhythm Thief characters hanging out with platonic found family, playful bickering and some Raphael x Marie! Thank you to @Regu for organising everything again. Merry Christmas!

Spoilers: For The Emperor’s Treasure.

Set: After The Emperor’s Treasure.

Warnings: Minor references to Jean-François' horrible parenting skills. French translations under the cut if anyone wants to know!

Fast Food Getaway

“Hey, can we get a McDonald's?”

Inspector Paul Vergier gripped the steering wheel between his fingers. He tried to retract the vein throbbing in his forehead. He inhaled through his nose— though it felt like he was inhaling through mustard— counted to ten and slowly exhaled.

“No,” he responded flatly.

“Awww... Why not?” Phantom R whined from behind Paul.

Barring his teeth, Paul said, “Because—“

“Because,” Charlie interrupted, “you have just been arrested...” Charlie shifted in the passenger seat. She glared at Phantom R in the back of the police car. “...And we are taking you to the station.”

Phantom R rattled his handcuffs and protested, “Don’t I get one last meal  before you lock me up forever?”

“We have food at the station,” Paul dismissed. (Emma, donne-moi ta force...)

“I’m allergic to prison food!”

“What a shame your dog isn’t here to share it,” Charlie snorted. “Where did he run off to again...?”

Paul listened closely, but Phantom R didn’t rise to Charlie’s bait. He would never reveal the location of his canine accomplice, or his secret hideout where he kept all of his stolen artworks.

After a beat of silence, Phantom R wondered, “What about Marie?”

“What about her?” Charlie said.

Both Charlie and Phantom R turned to Marie, who was sitting quietly beside Phantom R. Marie, unlike Phantom R, wasn’t handcuffed, for she wasn’t under arrest. Apparently, Marie had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time when they apprehended Phantom R at the Louvre.

Paul wanted to believe Marie was an innocent bystander, but her association with Phantom R was obvious.

Even if they were to question Marie, however, Duchess Elizabeth would never let them accuse her of anything. Paul would rather not incite the duchess’ wrath upon the Constabulary.

So, he would simply drop Marie home with a ‘warning’. From now on, she would only be able to visit Phantom R in a cell.

Paul didn’t think this would deter Phantom R at all. Phantom R was like ‘a dog with a bone’ as Emma would have put it.

“Do  you want a McDonald's, Marie?” Phantom R persisted.

Charlie scoffed. “I’m sure Marie’s tastes are far superior to yours—“

“Zip it, Charlotte. The adults are talking.”

“YOU ZIP IT!”

Charlie’s shout almost made Paul slam the break down. Paul shot her a scornful look.

“A-actually...” Marie spoke up. “I’d love to try a McFlurry— if it’s not too much trouble...”

Phantom R gasped loudly. “Are you saying you’ve never had a McFlurry?”

“I’ve never had a McDonald's...”

“Seriously?” Charlie and Phantom R said together.

“It was J... just that I was never allowed them... before,” Marie mumbled. A hush settled over the car for a few moments, with Marie gazing out of the window.

Paul cleared his throat. “I... suppose we could stop at the nearest drive-through.”

“Really?” Marie exclaimed. “Are you sure that’s alright?” (The duchess’ daughter, asking for his permission...)

Paul nodded. He turned left at the next traffic light, mentally adding seventeen years on to Jean-François’ prison sentence.

“Nooo...” Charlie groaned when they saw the huge queue for the McDonald's drive-through. She hissed to Paul, “With every passing moment, Phantom could be planning his escape...”

She had a point. Paul frowned at Phantom R in the rear-view mirror. Phantom R’s hands— still cuffed in front of him— were resting in his lap. He was smiling at Marie. There was no way he would abandon her... would he?

Paul pulled up in the McDonald’s car park. “Why don’t you go inside and get the order?” Paul suggested to Charlie. “Then we won’t have to wait so long.”

“And leave you alone with Phantom R?” Charlie drawled.

“I’m perfectly capable—“

“You would never catch him.”

“She’s right,” Phantom R agreed, poking his head between the front seats.

Charlie shoved his head away. “Shut up.”

Marie stammered, “We... we can leave if it’s too much hassle...”

Paul, Charlie and Phantom R exchanged glances with each other. A temporary detente passed between the three of them. They turned to Marie determinedly.

“We’re getting you that McFlurry,” Charlie declared.

“I won’t try to escape while Charlie’s gone,” Phantom R vowed. “Phantom’s honour.”

Paul handed Charlie his wallet.

“Do you want anything?” Charlie asked him.

“A single black coffee.”

Charlie stuck her tongue out in disgust.

Phantom R begged, “Can I get some fries and chicken nuggets—“

Charlie opened the car door and hopped out.

“—in a Happy Meal? PLEASE, CHARLIE!”

Before Charlie could leave, Marie hollered, “Charlie, please can I also have a Happy Meal with fries and chicken nuggets?”

“...For you, yes,” Charlie called. She slammed the door and strode into the McDonald’s.

“Phew...” Phantom R chuckled. “Thanks, Marie.”

Paul turned in his seat, his brow furrowing at Phantom R. “You do realise the severity of your situation, don’t you?” Paul informed him. “You will need to stand trial from your crimes and you could face a prison sentence of up to three years minimum.”

Marie was watching Phantom R sadly. No doubt, she and Duchess Elizabeth would vouch for Phantom R. They would probably pay a reputable lawyer to defend him...

The trial could end in his favour.

Phantom R was young— about Charlie’s age, by the looks of it. He had won the hearts of many Parisians when he destroyed the Hanging Gardens and helped defeat the Chevaliers Diabolique. He could be so much more than a wanted thief...

“Why?” Paul sighed. “Why must you steal?”

Phantom R met Paul’s gaze with surprise. Then he shrugged.

Marie opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she shook her head.

Why was the duchess’ daughter so attached to this delinquent boy? There had to be something she saw in him... Something that connected them both...

“Open the door, will you?” Charlie had returned, up to her arms in McDonald's paper bags. She kicked the car door until Paul let her in.

“This is a police car,” Paul growled as Charlie shuffled inside. “If I find any damages—“

She dropped a paper cup into the cup holder between their seats. “Drink your coffee, old man.”

Charlie presented Marie with a blue paper tub and a plastic spoon. “Here’s your McFlurry.”

“Th-thank you...” Marie breathed. The others watched as she dug the spoon in and took her first bite of ice cream. She smiled with pure bliss. “It’s amazing,” she said.

“You deserve it,” Phantom R told her. He turned to Charlie. “Did you get the Happy Meal—?” Charlie chucked a red Happy Meal box at him. “Thanks!”

“I’d better not find any crumbs back there,” Paul warned, sipping his coffee.

“No, Sir,” Phantom R said. He struggled to open the Happy Meal box with his handcuffs. Marie helped him.

Phantom R pulled something out of the box. “Cool— they’re doing Spongebob toys!”

“Who did you get?” Charlie asked in a deliberately disinterested voice.

Phantom R held up a plastic pink starfish. “Patrick Star!”

“I’ll have to confiscate that,” Charlie said quickly.

“But he’s, like, my favourite character!” (The most infamous thief in Paris, pining over a kids’ toy...)

Charlie scowled at Phantom R for a moment. Phantom R stuck out his bottom lip.

“Fine…” Charlie conceded with a huff. “I guess you’ll need something to keep you busy when you’re behind bars.”

“Thanks, Charlie!” Phantom R hugged the starfish to his chest. Marie beamed and continued eating her McFlurry.

Folding her arms, Charlie slumped in her seat.

“Why didn’t you get anything for yourself?” Paul murmured to her. Charlie shrugged. Paul rolled his eyes. (Impertinent child...) “If you want a Happy Meal that much, I’ll buy you one.”

Charlie gaped at him. “But—“

“I’d rather that than dealing with your sulking.”

He took another drink of coffee and ducked out of the car. He didn’t think to lock the car behind him.

Barely had he taken five steps before Charlie started shouting. Paul spun around. Phantom R was already out of the car— freed from his handcuffs.

Paul’s eyes widened. “How?” he demanded.

Phantom R flashed him a grin and vaulted over the roof of the police car— over to Marie’s side. He opened Marie’s door and lifted her out, bridal style.

“Oh,” Marie gasped, but she didn’t resist Phantom R.

Charlie’s door flew open. “We had a deal, Phantom!” she roared, stumbling out of the car.

Phantom R hummed. “I swore I wouldn’t try to escape while you were gone—“ Charlie lunged at him and he leapt back, still carrying Marie. “—Show’s over, guys! Au revoir!”

“Thanks again for the McDonald's!” Marie sang as Phantom R shot off with her.

“Father!” Charlie yelled. “Don’t just stand there! We need to catch him!”

Paul gaped as the pair got further and further away. “How?” he repeated, scratching his head. “How did he escape from his handcuffs?”

“By using that stupid starfish to pick the lock!” Charlie grunted. She crouched on the ground and grabbed the toy Phantom R had dropped. She threw it into the car. “ Allons-y!  If we’re quick, we can cut them off—“

“—After I’ve finished my coffee,” Paul sighed, returning to the car. He sank into the driver’s seat and picked up his coffee cup. (It hadn’t gone cold, thankfully.)

“But—“

“Pas maintenant, Charlie.”

The line about Vergier “inhaling through mustard” is a reference to a French idiom “Avoir la moutarde qui monte au nez”, which means “to have mustard going up your nose”. This can mean to lose your temper. “Donne-moi ta force…” translates to, “Give me strength…” “Pas maintenant…” translates to, “Not now…” I think “Like a dog with a bone” is mainly a British expression. I headcanon that Charlie’s mother Emma was originally from Britain, resulting in Charlie’s British accent in the English dub of the game.

[cursedbcrn-a]

Roleplaying Profile Meme

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!  Feel free to add to any of your answers!  The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! (I literally just pulled this from an old blog but idk what the original source is)

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Ace

ARE YOU OVER 18?  Yes, I am over the age of 25.

IS YOUR MUSE?  Canonically, Hope is between the ages of 15-17, but I will age her up to at least 18 when necessary / based on the verse

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? Yes, this is a private blog meaning I will only write with mutuals.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? Yes, I am highly selective. This is to make it easier on myself to check the dash / ensure I’m writing with the people I want to write with.

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? I adhere almost entirely to canon. I would say my biggest deviation from canon is that Hope does not get back together with Landon in the Christmas episode.

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? For me, writing is not about length but about substance. I will write almost any length, and it will depend on how I’m feeling. I like rapidfire style back and forth when I’m around for a bit, and then anything from a single paragraph to novella-length. However, the biggest rule is that you have to give me something to work with in your response because otherwise I will likely not interact any further.

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? Icons, made by the amazing @twinfractured​ 

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? I write on Discord occasionally, and am open to RPing there with mutuals if they prefer to.

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? I will write anything that is at least semi-plotted. This does not mean I need to know everything the character is going to do in the thread, but just some direction of where the conflict is going / how to resolve it. 

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? For reasons beyond my control (aka life), my activity gets all over the place and I can’t promise how quickly I get to things. I try to queue as I go, and prefer to get to things in order that they are posted, but there will be times that I might have strong muse for one thread or another. Feel free to poke me about something if it’s been a week or two.

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Angst, hurt/comfort, heart-wrenching and soul-sucking, very occasional fluff/smut, relationships (familial, platonic, romantic, all of the above). Basically I like to break hearts and have my heart broken in return.

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Supernatural, sci-fi, period, high fantasy, action, adventure, human AU, probably a slew of others as well.

ARE THERE ANY SQUICKS YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (Note: A squick is something that you’re not particularly fond of or are uncomfortable with, but doesn’t rise to the level of a trigger) I’m not particularly fond of Hope being in relationships with anyone who is considered an “adult” in her eyes, regardless of whether or not they’re immortal, unless it’s meant to be toxic. But again, I prefer not to.

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? My triggers are ooc mentions of suicide / suicidal thoughts / self-harm. Please tag it as “suicide cw” or the like.

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Literally everything and anything. Romantic, platonic, familial, sexual, etc. Hope has so much love in her heart for the people in her lives, and has harbored so much loss that reaching out is difficult for her. Someone come break down her walls.

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Like above, literally anything. I tend to prefer pre-established relationships as a whole.

DO YOU HAVE OTPS / NOTPS? I definitely do, but I primarily ship based off of chemistry with the mun. The only NOTP that I am a hard no on is Alaric/Hope as a romantic/sexual relationship. That is non-negotiable.

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Hope is pansexual and panromantic. However, her past trauma makes it difficult for her to connect so she may come off as being more on the aroace scale until she learns more about the muse. I also play Hope as polyamorous.

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? If I am comfortable with the mun, then yes. However, I typically don’t enjoy it and will focus more on the muse’s inner thoughts and emotions rather than the physical act itself

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Again, depends on the mun. However, in some cases, I’ve been known to jump on board as soon as one meaningful interaction has been plotted/written out. 

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? Absolutely yes. I love toxic ships, the ones that poke away at someone’s armor. I know they’re not everyone’s cup of tea but I thoroughly enjoy things like this.

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? Yes, but I am being conscious of the fact that Hope is a minor. Problematic and toxic ships will be heavily discussed with my writing partner.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP? Yes, all of my threads take place in a little pocket universe. I have my preferred ships, like anyone else, but Hope is loyal, almost to a fault. Cheating threads don’t happen here.

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? Sometimes, but this will be made very clear if it happens and it generally takes a While.

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? It might? I never really go into crack shipping with the intention of crack shipping, but I’m not opposed to trying it out.

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? Oh definitely. Give me all the crossovers.

[keishiko]

What Gives It Value (Chapter Four)

A lot can happen in five years, and after.

[Chapter 4/?  |  Rated for language, adult themes  |  Angst  |  Natasha x Steve  |  Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3]

[Set during the five-year jump in “Endgame”.  My latest, lame attempt at a fix-it fic]

Extraction in 10 outside yours. Wear the Cap-links :)

Steve stared bemused down at his phone as he absent-mindedly toweled his shower-wet hair. He hadn’t heard from her in a while, not since Morgan’s birthday some months back when she’d suddenly picked him up in the quinjet and neither of them had mentioned how they preferred not to go to the party alone. He had just turned to put the beer back in the refrigerator, still wondering if he should remind her he had retired, when he heard his phone chirp another alert.

Feel free to bring your laundry :p

Headlights glinted off the enameled stars-and-stripes on his sleeves as the sleek silver sedan pulled up to the curb on the dot. The window powered down as he approached, a battered duffel bag of laundry hoisted over his shoulder and contrasting oddly with his crisp black suit.

“Hey, stranger.”

The familiar throaty purr sparked something hot inside his chest. He peered in the open window at gleaming green eyes. “My machine broke down not two hours ago, Nat.”

“I’ve missed you too, Cap,” she drawled. “I’m glad to see you followed orders.”

He grinned at her. She’d given him the cuff links several years ago for Christmas, each designed to look like a miniature shield (official Captain America™ merchandise of course, 100% made in the USA; employee discount, free gift wrapping). This was the first time he’d worn them.

“You know, I had a whole glamorous night in all planned for myself.” He tossed the duffel bag in the back seat and climbed in the front. The car pulled into the street as he fastened his seatbelt. “Couple of beers, pizza delivery, six-hour documentary marathon...”

“Vikings or animals?”

“Anim... I meant Vikings, of course the Vikings—”

“Of course the Vikings.” Street lights glimmered off the sequins on her dress as they turned a corner. “You’ve only done the animals marathon three and a half times already.”

He’d fallen asleep the last time. She looked especially gorgeous tonight, even if she was smirking at his expense. He tore his gaze away from her to look out the window at storefronts streaking past. “Last time I checked, I was retired.” They were heading Midtown.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Sincere underneath the humor, she gave him a sidelong glance. “I’ve got two tickets, but I can drop you off at the laundromat instead if you prefer.”

No doubt she already knew which laundromat was his favorite, even though it wasn’t the nearest one to his apartment. “It’s okay. I suited up, didn’t I?”

The corners of her eyes crinkled in her smile. God, he’d missed her.

They joined a queue of vehicles that snaked glitteringly from the street up into a driveway. “This is ‘Swan Lake’,” Natasha pointed out, although Steve hadn’t missed the huge colorful banners down the front of the building announcing exactly that. “Boy meets girl, girl turns out cursed to be a swan unless she finds true love, boy cheats on her without really meaning to, girl dies. That’s the version with the sad ending, anyway.” Briefing over, her smile turned teasing. “If you don’t fall asleep, I’ll treat you to dinner afterward.”

He’d never attended the ballet before. It had never held any particular fascination for him, but as the curtain finally came down on the third round of crashing applause at the end he found himself wondering how he’d missed it. Already his fingers itched to sketch the long, lean lines of muscle and bone, the elegant lift of a chin, the graceful flutter of a slender hand. Beside him Natasha dabbed at her eyes.

“It was one of my first missions at SHIELD,” she said abruptly, digging into her Chinese takeout at headquarters. She had changed into a ratty sweatshirt, her hair out of its coif and curling around her shoulders, red at the roots. His jacket and tie hung over a chair. Elsewhere in the building, the first load of his laundry tumbled merrily in the machine. “Human trafficking, Eastern Europe. Major revenue stream for terrorists, as you know. Kids mixed in with the adults.” Steve glanced at her, but her face was carefully neutral. “Fury found them places, I’m not even sure where. Not all of them had families. Not all of them had families who would take them back.” There was a faraway look in her eyes as she pursed her lips around her chopsticks. “Oksana made principal dancer a few years ago, but this was her debut as Odette-Odile.” She quirked one corner of her mouth at him. “I didn’t want to miss it.”

He smiled back. “She was amazing. Thanks for bringing me along.”

She shrugged, but looked pleased with herself. “I thought she had talent.”

As she fished around in her takeout box for the last morsels of cashew chicken he strode slowly across the room, his hands in his pockets. Outside the main office the empty complex was shrouded in shadow and, in some places, a thin layer of dust; but inside she had cleared a space for them amidst the books and files, and the lamps threw cozy circles of warm light. Here and there pilot lights glowed green: no urgent notifications. Little had changed in the few years since he’d last been here, watching over the world with her. After Thanos, he remembered, he’d done so with an increasing sense of futility.

In the corner there was still the corkboard he’d put up amidst the screens and monitors, because there was something to be said for actually looking at and holding things that weren’t just electronic pinpoints of light and he refused to be told otherwise. Tony and Clint had noticed right away, of course, and Steve had had to withstand a good thirty minutes of ribbing about his stubborn fondness for index cards. (“So... so analog,” and Tony had shuddered, like it was a fate worse than death.) The photograph he’d tacked up ages ago—“the graduating class of 2015,” Bruce had quipped—wasn’t there anymore; instead he found it framed and hung, with pride of place, on a nearby wall. Natasha’s work, no doubt. The pinhole from his thumbtack was barely visible under the glass.

With an almost physical effort he forced himself to look at the photograph. He didn’t have any photographs at his apartment. It had been the twins’ birthday, and everyone had gathered for a party. Wanda stood smiling up at the camera between Clint and Vision, whose ghastly approximation of “cheese” still made Steve chuckle out loud, even if the sound came out a little strangled tonight. Natasha winked elaborately from behind the bar, both hands full as she mixed cocktails for Maria, Nick, and Pepper. Thor and Tony wore similar broad grins and smears of frosting across their faces, because the cake-smashing would begin in earnest as soon as the picture was taken. Steve himself was off to the side, his smile strained with disgust at the waste of perfectly good cake, and Sam had slung an arm each around him and Bruce while flashing his usual sunny smile. The photo was slightly skewed; Sam had still been trying to get the hang of controlling Redwing.

“I can give you a copy of that if you want,” she said from her seat at the table.

He smiled. Maybe later.

“You’ve really found your place, Nat.” He hefted his bag of clean laundry as they pulled up to the curb outside his apartment building. Inside the car it was heady with the smell of fabric softener. “I’m happy for you.”

“I do what I can.” Her smile softened as she turned to him. “You know you’re always welcome to come back, right?”

He chuckled. “You seem to be doing just fine without me.”

“Steve.”

He glanced at her, almost shy, but she was still smiling. “Tell ‘em I said hi,” he said at last.

She nodded, searching his face. “Will do.”

It reminded him of old times, her looking at him from the quinjet’s pilot seat; sometimes asking, sometimes laughing, sometimes knowing what he needed to see in her eyes even before he did. I’ve missed you, he wanted to say, and more. But then maybe she knew that already, like so much else about him.

“I don’t suppose I could offer you a cup of coffee for the road.”

She knew he was only half joking. Her smile turned wistful. “I’d love that, but I’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

“Right, right.” How many times had they said that to one another, the night before a mission? “You know”—he paused, his hand on the door—“I still have my old keys.”

She grinned. “Well, I did stockpile your favorite kind of laundry detergent.”

She’d looked lovely earlier tonight, in her jewelry and coiffure and perfect makeup; but now he wanted to feel her hair curl delicately around his fingers, her soft mouth open to his. He didn’t want to stare, so he looked hastily away and down instead, to where his cuff link caught the light. “You know all my weaknesses.”

He never did get around to having his washing machine fixed.

  to be continued

The previous chapter seemed a bit too bleak, and the latest MCU revelations have got me down with missing my favorite Avengers, so here's a little bit more of a laugh :)

[sapphictrash92]

How the Doctor got her gay scarf (TBC in a less than PG way :P)

It was December and Sheffield town centre was swarming with people, excited children were visiting Santa’s Grotto, festive music played in all the stores, and stressed out parents were wrestling each other to get toys and games at reduced prices. In the midst of it all, Yaz was desperately trying to find gifts for her family, and of course, Team Tardis. She swore under her breath as a guy with headphones barged past her, almost knocking her into a perfume stand. 

“I’m a police officer, I can’t lose my cool” She told herself. “Right, presents.”

She moved around the stores, happy to find appropriate gifts for everyone. A make up palette for her sister so she’d stop stealing hers, a recipe book for her dad so no one had to face his terrible pakora again, a purse she’d seen her mom eyeing up in a magazine, the latest Grime compilation for Ryan, and a memoir by one of Graham’s favourite footballers. 

The Doctor was more difficult to buy for, what could she possibly get for her after everything she’d done for her? She’d changed her life, shown her endless amazing things that existed far from her hometown. Perfume? No, she already liked her natural scent. Is that weird? Focus, Yaz. Okay, a book? She furrowed her brows. Nah, she already has a library and has probably read everything in it and more. Clothing maybe? She moved to a rack of warm cosy sweaters, but they were all too ordinary. What could I possibly... Bingo! Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a scarf with all the colours of the rainbow, she quickly moved to the stand, putting her shopping bags on the ground. She felt it and couldn’t believe how soft it was. She flipped over the price tag and bit her lip, it was more than she wanted to pay but... it just screamed the Doctor, and it was nothing compared to the experiences she’d had since she’d quite literally fallen into her path. Her mind was made up, with the scarf in one hand and her bags in the other she started to move towards the busy tills. She took out her credit card, tapping her foot impatiently. Suddenly a pair of hands covered her eyes.

“Guess who?” 

She instantly relaxed upon hearing the familiar voice, smiling. 

“How on earth did you find me?” 

The Doctor grinned as she turned to face her, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. 

“Your Mum said you were shopping so I just looked around the stores to find ya, too many stores, who needs so many? They all sell the same stuff! Ooh that reminds me, I need to take you to the best shopping mall in the galaxy sometime, lots of interesting.”

Yaz chuckled before suddenly remembering the scarf, trying to hide it. 

“Sounds good! Sorry I didn’t ask you to come shoppin’, it were meant to be a quick trip but..well” She gestured to the crowds. 

“It’s fine, silly! I had to do some work on the T-A-R-D-I-S anyway. Oooh nice scarf!”

Shit. You had one job, Khan. 

Yaz pouted, the Doctor tilted her head. 

“Why are you makin’ that face?” 

“I wanted to surprise ya but now you’ve seen it” 

Thirteen’s face lit up and Yaz felt her heart melt. 

“Fifty points to Yaz! I love it! I love rainbows, almost as much as I love custard creams” She enthused, holding onto it as the queue finally moved closer to the till. 

“I thought you might” Yaz smiled. Victory! Get in!

“Can I wear it when we leave the shop? OOH and get hot chocolate? There’s a stand and it’s decorated with twinkly lights and some people are singin’, can we can we?”

Yaz still couldn’t believe how much the Doctor genuinely enjoyed her company, she’d thought the novelty might wear off but apparently not. 

“Yes and yes, I am definitely in need of a hot chocolate.”

The Doctor did a happy little jump before giving her a quick squeeze.

“You’re the best!” 

They got to the till and the Doctor frowned as the cashier scanned the scarf’s tag.

“Yaz that’s expensive”

“Shush, don’t act like you haven’t been buyin’ for us lot when we’re travellin’“ Yaz told her, handing over her credit card. 

The Doctor insisted on carrying her bags as they made their way to the entrance, still a gent. 

“Here” Yaz said with a smile, draping the scarf around her neck. 

Thirteen nuzzled her cheek against the fabric.

“So soft” She cooed. “Thanks, Yaz”

“It suits ya. Come on, let’s get that hot chocolate” 

Thirteen suddenly looked up as they got to the door, mistletoe hung above them. Yaz looked up too, her heart pounding in her chest. Their eyes met and the Doctor gave her that same look she did whenever Yaz said something emotional or complimentary to her, pursed lips and a hard swallow.

“Standing under mistletoe means you have to kiss, right?” 

“I mean you don’t have to..”

“Excuse me” A woman said snidely, almost tripping the Doctor up as she passed them. 

“Oi, watch it!” Yaz snapped as she caught her, hands holding the lapels of her coat. She exhaled shakily at their proximity, close enough to inhale her sweet scent. The Doctor smiled shyly.

“What if I want to? ..Would that be okay?”

Yaz nodded, wetting her lips. Oh god it’s happening, we’re gonna kiss.

Thirteen moved them further out of the way, putting down Yaz’s bags. Smiling she reached out with both hands, cupping the smaller woman’s cheeks as she leaned down, their noses touching before she gently pressed her lips to hers. Yaz held the ends of the scarf anchoring her in place , silently thanking whoever had hung the mistletoe there, and her Mum for telling the Doctor where she was. The sounds of the busy store faded into the background, all she could hear was her heart and the Doctor’s gentle sigh. It was slow and light yet she felt more alive than she ever had, she felt weightless. Butterflies fluttering violently around her insides. She almost deepened the kiss when-

“Mommy look those ladies are kissing!" A child’s voice called out loudly.

They pulled apart, suddenly aware of where they were.

“Shh, Daniel!” A woman, presumably his mother scolded, leading him away. 

They giggled, the Doctor leaning her forehead against hers. 

“We should probably go” She whispered, reaching down to pick up Yaz’s bags. 

They left the store smiling from ear to ear, heading in the direction of one of the market stalls. They’d almost reached it when Yaz grabbed the Doctor’s wrist, her eyes widened with surprise as she reached for the back of her neck, pulling her in and kissing her with purpose, with everything she’d felt since fate bought them together. Her head swam as their lips parted and she shivered as their tongues met, she tasted sweet and warmth flooded through her body as she wondered if the Doctor was just as sweet further down. With a slight gasp she pulled away, breathing hard and regaining her composure, ignoring the attention she’d bought to them, a few whistles in their direction. Normally PDA was something she’d have cringed at, but she just couldn’t help herself. She bit her lip and glanced at the Doctor, who had colour in her cheeks and wore a mischievous grin. 

“That was AMAZIN’! Your lips are so soft and you taste like strawberry, we should get hot chocolate and-”

Someone behind them cleared their throat, they turned around to see Yaz’s Mum standing there with a shit-eating grin on her face. 

Oh no. 

“Yaz you know we approve of you and the Doctor, you don’t have to snog in the cold you know, you do have a bedroom.”

“Kill me now” Yaz muttered, her cheeks displaying her embarrassment. 

“Hi again, Yaz’s Mum! She has a point y’know, I haven’t seen your room yet. What’s it like? What colour are your walls? Is your bed comfy?” 

Yaz’s mum laughed as her daughter covered her face with her hands.

“Go show her your room, darling. Your sister is with..whatever his name is that she’s into this week. Dad’s visiting your Nan, and I’m off to Heather’s for a girl’s night.” 

She raised an eyebrow and nudged her daughter as she stared at her shoes.

“Yasmin Khan you are an adult, stop being embarrassed about having a girlfriend! We love you and it’s clear the Doctor makes you happy, now get out of here before I give you something to be embarrassed about.” 

“Fine! If it’ll shut you up, let’s go, Doctor.” Yaz said starting to walk away.

“Okay. See ya, Yaz’s Mum!” Thirteen waved as best she could holding all the bags, following Yaz and reaching for her.

“Do I really make you happy?” She asked softly, the other woman’s eyes answering her, but she nodded anyway.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.” 

Thirteen’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She tenderly kissed her cheek, moving all the bags into one hand so she could hold Yaz’s with the other. They walked on to the quieter streets that would lead them back to the flat.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Yaz?” She asked tentatively. 

Yaz reached to delicately tuck a stray blonde strand behind her ear. 

“If you’ll be mine.”

“I don’t know what might happen in the future...” She trailed off with a frown before smiling again. 

“I just know how you make me feel”

Be cool, Khan. Don’t cry, just be.

Yaz returned the smile, squeezing her hand. 

“Likewise. So let’s just focus on the now, yeah?”

“Definitely!”

[transtarks]

FINALLY i’ve finished @actualbird‘s christmas present! since they live on the other side of the world from me and sending them a physical present would cost both my life savings and my firstborn, and i don’t know how to draw and i’m in a writer’s slump at the moment AND i’ve already made them a mix, i decided to put together the soundtrack i had in my head for their fic, is this a forest? ‘cuz there sure is a lot of pine (yes i know there’s a comma instead of a question mark in the picture but i’m too tired to go fix it). the art is by @savedbythemell (xx)! also, since the fic hasn’t been finished yet, this is technically a work in progress. merry christmas, bird! <3

unfortunately, spotify didn’t have a couple of the songs on the soundtrack so i made the playlist on youtube. 

check out the soundtrack here!

the soundtrack explanation is under the cut. 

Ayuz - Rico Blanco

Second chapter. Michael finds that song on spotify, goes to school listening to it. Camera shows him listening to it at his desk in his room or something, his foot tapping to it as his face morphs into a pleased expression. As the first verse plays, you see him texting Jeremy on his phone. Jeremy is asking him where he is, probably, because for some fucking reason Jeremy is early to school. He has a text convo with Jeremy that gives some insight to their relationship with each other and how Michael is pining before the chorus hits, Michael huffs out a sigh, shoves his phone in his pocket, swings his backpack over his shoulder, and heads out the door. Cut to him in school, the camera focused on his back as he does his little dance-walk through the hallways, people passing by maybe kind of looking at him strangely. The song fades as he comes into contact with Jeremy at the lunch table, sound focused on Michael singing it.

Your Universe - Rico Blanco

End of second chapter. Even though Michael doesn’t find this song until he’s home after being at Jeremy’s, it still plays as we’re shown them hanging out and havin’ a good time. When we finally see Michael at home, he’s in bed with his headphones on, laying on his stomach and staring at texts from Jeremy again, face expressionless. He sighs and sets his phone down, rolls onto his back, digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and the camera is looking down on him. As it pulls farther away from him, the scene fades out with the music, “I’ll always be the lucky one.”

Hope You Do - Cinders

End of chapter three. The song comes in, Jeremy saying, “What are gagos for, right?” and Michael laughing in response. The guitar comes in as Jeremy heads up to the kitchen to get the brownies for Nikki. Lyrics start, Michael leans in the hallway and watches Jeremy and Nikki with a small but sad smile on his face. Nikki looks at him, and in the silence between, “i want your heart and i hope you want mine to, but it’s just so hard to tell you,” and “but I hope you do,” Michael shrugs, and the camera immediately cuts from him to Jeremy’s face as he talks to Nikki. The scene fades out. Episode ends.

Henrietta - The Fratellis

Beginning of chapter four. The episode starts out silent with Jeremy in class, where he finds out that Christine has been assigned his partner for their English project. He seems to be fine, but the second that he hears Christine is his partner, the smile falls from his face, his eyes widen, and he looks over at Christine who’s looking back at him with a smile and a wave. The guitar at the very beginning of the song starts as he looks over at her, and you can see the color drain from his face as the camera switches to show Christine smiling at him. She waves, and the camera flicks back to Jeremy right as the little, “Hello!” comes in. Cut to a bird’s eye view of Jeremy sulking through the hallways on the way to lunch, then cut to Michael at their lunch table waiting for Jeremy to join him. Jeremy sits down and the song cuts off right before the lyrics can start. Queue Jeremy screaming into his backpack. That’s all that plays of this song.

Landslide - Oh Wonder

End of chapter four. Okay, so like, the thing with this chapter is that in all the parts where it says “The thing about [character name] is,” I imagine it as Michael like, writing this in a journal to himself. Like throughout the episode, we’d hear Michael’s voiceover saying the whole “Here’s the thing about Jeremy,” but since it’s Michael writing, there would be “I”s and “Me”s instead of “he”s and “him”s when referring to Michael because, well, he’s referring to himself so you get it. So we hear Michael’s voiceover throughout the episode doing that, and for the last one—the one about Christine—we cut to Michael in his bed writing this in some journal he’s never used before because he’s always thought the whole write out your feelings coping mechanism was bullshit but he’s sort of desperate at this point. So we cut to the, “My point is, Christine, should she ever like Jeremy back—” and this song is playing. The weird pulsing sound at the beginning started playing when Jeremy laid his head on Michael’s shoulder. So the first verse is playing as he’s talking over it while writing, and then the chorus hits and he just kind of shakes his head and groans and closes the journal and lays down, tries to go to sleep. The episode fades out.

Nothing Lasts - Bedroom

K, so, this episode (chapter 5) begins with no music, and that lasts until after the incident where Michael tries to text Jeremy while he’s at the mall. Then this song starts playing as confusion comes to Michael’s face, wondering why Jeremy won’t reply to him. Transfer into a, like, semi-montage with this song playing in the BG of all the incidents where Michael is trying to get Jeremy’s attention and failing. It cuts off abruptly when the camera quickly cuts from Michael looking all antsy in the hallway to a closeup of their hands as Michael grabs Jeremy’s wrist.

Some Boys (Demo) - Death Cab For Cutie

Okay so since this song starts out kind of abrupt, like SUDDENLY IMMEDIATELY THERE’S A GUITAR y’know, I’d change it so that it fades in. This is what plays when Michael has his panic attack in the bathroom! It doesn’t seem fitting at first but like, the lyrics are p good for it and also if you think about it like I am, it’s pretty fitting. So like, Jeremy leaves, the door closes. The song starts fading in as Michael locks it. We see him stare at the door handle, see his eyes well up, and see him sink to the edge of the tub. Then the camera changes to a bird’s eye view of the bathroom and like, we cycle through seeing Michael in the tub, at the sink staring in the mirror, curled into a ball against the door, hyperventilating in the middle of the room with his hands in his hair, and then finally leaving when “some boys don’t know how to love” is sung. The song fades out as the camera cuts to Michael backing out of the driveway and driving off, the screen fading to black as well.

Oo - Up Dharma Down

This is here for obvious reasons. It’s the song that comes on Michael’s spotify when he’s smoking and going through burning shit Jeremy’s given him. It plays again at the end of the episode from his headphones, but then fades in louder as the episode closes out of the hospital room with Michael sitting next to Jeremy’s bed.

Midnight Movies - Saint Motel

Chapter 6 opening. Michael and Jeremy are back at school, it seems like things are more or less okay between them. We focus on Michael in a sort of montage as he goes through a couple weeks of interacting with Jeremy and doing his best to make things normal again, but we always see him falter when Jeremy isn’t looking or when one of the kids from the squip squad talks to him. At one point, we see one of the kids asking Michael if he wants to come hang out with them; the music quiets down just enough to we catch the gist of the exchange. When the music officially fades out, it’s when the camera pans down on Michael trying to light his cigarette by the bleachers after having been asked to hang out and Christine approaches.

O Pag-ibig - Bailey May and Ylona Garcia

This is playing on Michael’s car stereo while they’re on the way back to Jeremy’s house after school. I think it’d play again at the end of the episode while Michael is thinking about how everything is going to be okay after Jeremy snuggled him in his sleep.

Green Tea - Observer Drift

Chapter 7, after everyone sits down at lunch with Michael and he starts to get a little overwhelmed. Christine offers to watch a dog video with him. The song starts playing as Michael leans over to watch it, a smile forming on his face. Jeremy’s fingers are touching his wrist, the table is laughing, and Michael looks a bit more content now. We see Christine sneak a glance at him as she shows him the video, her own smile mirroring his own. It’s soft and resembles something like pride.

Cut To The Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen

Michael picks Jeremy and Christine up, Christine plays this song in the car on the way to the arcade.

Sporting Chance - Observer Drift

The very end of this episode as Michael watches Jeremy head over to the air hockey table. Seriously the lyrics in this fuck me up. Make a list of all your friends— close your eyes and walk away from me. I couldn’t ask you this just one time; did you write me down? Doesn’t matter how many we have, what matters is how much they care. The episode fades out with this song.

Ligaya - Eraserheads

The only song in chapter 8. Michael’s guitar cover of this at the end of the chapter fades into the actual song as the episode closes.

audioscan - ambient noise transformed into music

Chapter 9 opens up with Michael staring at the shelf of condoms in front of him at 7Eleven, this playing on his headphones. (Thanks, Jenna.)

Major Tom - Peter Schilling

Really this is just strictly for comedic purposes/background noise. This is what’s playing on the store’s speakers after Michael takes his headphones off and starts to (accidentally) text Rich. It’s got a weird floaty feeling to it and I imagine it’d be, like, subconsciously calming to hear while having a crisis in a 7Eleven.

Start Somewhere - A Yawn Worth Yelling

Okay, so like, Major Tom ends and after Michael talks to the cashier and goes to leave the store, he stops outside and takes a deep breath. This wasn’t written in the chapter but it’s what I’m imagining if this were a TV show. This song starts playing as he exits the store, and he stops outside for a second to get his bearings. The drums kick in right as Michael takes a deep breath, gets this Well, guess I’m really fucking doing this look on his face, and continues to march towards his car. We see him drive away, and the episode cuts to the next day or something where we see Michael sitting and making the flowchart of this chapter. The song fades out.

Silakbo - Milesexperience

The song that comes on Michael’s Spotify right as he’s about to confess to Jeremy in his car.

Soft Clouds - Parks, Squares and Alleys

Plays right as Jeremy says the last words of the chapter, and the camera pans out and above the car up into the sky before the lyrics can start. The episode ends.

[riotgrlpossum]

Secret Santa

Hey @beaniejared!!! Merry Christmas! I’m your secret santa for @dearevanhansensecretsanta! Here’s some Connor/Jared theatre fluff for the soul. <3

In Kleinsphy We Don’t Say I Love You We Say Fuck You And I Think That’s Beautiful

2204 Words, Rated T for inane amounts of swearing

Connor groaned loudly. The prickly school carpeting was making his back numb, and the lack of sleep inherent to tech week made his entire body feel like he was pumping cough syrup instead of blood.

The bright, fluorescent lights of the booth boring into his brain were not helping.

“Jared!” He whined, covering his eyes with his hoodie. “It’s two in the fucking morning. When are we going to leave?”

Jared didn’t look up from his equipment. “You had the chance to get a ride home with Zoe, Evan, and Alana two hours ago,” He said.

Connor rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know you would be staying so late. I thought if Alana Beck, our ever diligent stage manager, was leaving then you wouldn’t be far behind. You’re generally known as a slacker -”

“You can’t see right now but I am flipping you off -”

“Besides, I would rather be trapped here until dawn than in sitting next to Evan in the backseat of my sister’s car while she and Alana suck face. Yannow, I think he’s still scared of me.”

“He’s not scared of you, he’s just skittish. Like a fucking… chipmunk or something. A sweaty chipmunk.”

Connor snorted.

“And,” Jared continued. “For your information, I can be very diligent. I only slack off on things I don’t care about. Programming the lighting board takes time and patience. Something you actors wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh blow me, Kleinman.”

“Maybe later. Right now I’m working.”

“I’m not even an actor, you know,” Connor said. “I’m not talented. I’m just one of like… five guys who tried out. And like… making me the sadistic dentist? That’s just blatant typecasting.”

“Shut up, Connor. You and I both know that you’re good at this.”

Connor sat up and smirked.

“What was that?”

“Fuck off.”

“Was… was that… was that a compliment?”

“I hate you.”

“From Jared Kleinman?”

“Why are you like this?”

“Did the Amazing Asshole Jared Kleinman just give me a compliment?”

Connor had slowly made his way over to Jared’s chair, until he was right in his face.

“You’re the worst, you know that?” Jared said, a fond smile ghosting over his lips.

Connor shrugged. He was half expecting Jared to lean forward and kiss him, with their faces being so close together, but he instead turned back to his computer with a soft hum.

Connor glanced at the screen. It was full of codes and colors and buttons that he didn’t understand, but he could glean that Jared would not be done for awhile.

He jumped on the the counter next to Jared’s workstation, resting his legs on one of the many plush chairs that occupied the space.

“You aren’t supposed to be up there,” Jared said.

“Mkay, but consider this, I don’t give a fuck.”

Jared rolled his eyes absentmindedly, but didn’t press the issue any further.

“Ya know,” Connor said after ten minutes of insufferable silence. Connor hated silence. And stillness. He’d had ADHD when he was younger. Sometimes he thought he still had it, but his dad had said he’d “grown out of it” and that “adults don’t have ADHD.” “I used to get really high up here sophomore year.”

“Oh, Jesus, that was you?”

Connor shrugged. “Not just me. Charlie Davis and Alan P. were there too.”

“Alan P.? Dana P.’s older brother?”

“Yeah. He was a senior when we were sophomores.”

“There’s no way he was a stoner. He’s going to like… an Ivy League school.”

“So? Those two things aren’t mutually exclusive. But yeah. Alan P. is a major pothead. He was my first kiss, too.”

“Were you guys high?”

“As a kite.”

“Kinky.”

“Fuck off.”

“What’s that even like?”

“Getting high?”

“Kissing while high. Or getting high. I dunno. Both?”

“Getting high is like… I dunno. It just chills me out. It makes Big Bang Theory watchable, if that helps. And kissing while high is… it depends. Kissing Alan while high was whatever. Cause I didn’t really have a crush on him, it just sort of happened? So it was like… ‘whoa you taste like weed but also have a mouth, that’s fun.’ I dunno what kissing someone I really liked high would be like.”

Jared nodded noncommittally. “So you really didn’t like Alan P.?”

“No? Why?” Connor raised an eyebrow. “Holy shit are you jealous?”

Jared blushed slightly. “No. Fuck you.”

Connor cackled. “Don’t worry, Jared. You’re the only boy I want to kiss. High or otherwise.”

“Connor, that’s gay,” Jared said, a smile pulling at his lips.

“cONor thAT’S gAy,” Connor mocked, doing his best impression of the Spongebob Parrot meme.

Jared laughed softly. Connor loved Jared’s laugh. It wasn’t a particularly melodic or dulcet laugh, it was kind of cackley, and to the untrained ear it would sound mocking, but it was perfect for Jared. It was rough around the edges, kind of disarming at first, but also gleeful and unapologetic. Jared was different and odd and unexpected and Connor thought he was perfect. Jared went back to his programming. Different combinations would light up the stage, and Connor could barely tell the difference between most of them, but Jared would shake his head and change something minute twelve hundred times before he actually inputted a queue. Connor admired the laser focus that Jared had. The only thing Connor could do for a continuous amount of time was read. He also liked to dance or play video games, but neither of those things were still. Connor had to be really high to sit in stillness. Jared seemed to relish in the monotony of inputting codes and tweaking HTML.

Connor abruptly jumped off of the counter, landing less than gracefully. Jared jumped at bit at the sudden movement.

“What the fuck?”

“I need your keys.”

“My… keys?”

“Yes. Your keys.”

“Uh…”

“I’m not going to abandon you at the school, Kleinman. Just fucking trust me.”

Jared let out a beleaguered sigh, but reached into his backpack and tossed Connor his keys. They were attached to a first generation Pokemon lanyard. It was adorable.

“Cool. I’ll be back in like twenty minutes.” Connor started for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Sucking dick for meth!” Connor called as he walked down the hallway to the stairs.

“Bring me some back!”

Connor chuckled. Jared was such a dork.

He walked down the stairs, then left the janitor’s closet that held the passageway to the booth, and exited the school, the brisk night air chilling him to the bone. He left one of the many blocks of wood that littered the floor of the scene shop in the door so that he could get back in.

Jared’s car was a cherry red monstrosity that had over a hundred thousand miles on it and a steering wheel that was held together by duct tape. It could only play cassettes and didn’t get FM radio. Connor absolutely loved it.

He opened the passenger seat door, and was washed over by the smell of dirty laundry, fast food, and Jared. He sat on the cracked leather seat, putting the key in the ignition and stepping on the break. Connor loved driving. His parents took away his car after his last suicide attempt, which, okay, was fair, but it still sucked. It was a weird dichotomy, understanding the measures his parents took to ensure his safety but at the same time being angry and stifled by their constant worry and restrictions.

He flipped on the radio, turning on NPR. His and Jared’s favorite radio show was on. Coast to Coast. It was a conspiracy show that talked about everything from aliens to bigfoot to demonic black eyed children that haunted people until they went insane. It was great. Connor and Jared would stay up until dawn listening to the broadcast in their respective rooms, texting each other back and forth. Gregg Noory was talking about some sort of miniature black hole that scientists were working creating on which had the possibility to destroy the entire world. Driving down a road in the dead of night listening to him talk made the hairs on Connor’s arms stand up. It was exhilarating.

He swerved in to the nearly empty convenience store parking lot. The fluorescent lights illuminated the air around the store like an edgy CW drama. Not that Connor watched edgy CW dramas. He just happened to sometimes be in the room when Zoe was watching them.

He entered the store and grabbed a basket, then headed towards the freezer section. Connor grabbed a carton of rocky road and threw it in. He turned to open the doors again but realized something that felt earth shattering.

He had no fucking clue what kind of ice cream Jared liked.

He couldn’t just text him and ask him, that would ruin the whole romantic shtick. But he couldn’t get the wrong kind of ice cream. Connor came from a family that took ice cream very seriously. One wrong distinction between chocolate and rainbow sprinkles could be the difference between civility and throwing around microwaves. (Connor liked rainbow sprinkles because he was gay and awesome, and Zoe liked chocolate ones because she was a dweeb.)

Connor pulled out his phone and shot a quick text.

To: Hansen

what kind of ice cream does jared like

To: Connor Murphy

What? Why? It’s three am?

To: Hansen

i know what fucking time it is asshole what kind of ice cream does jared like

To: Connor Murphy

Why are you awake? You should be asleep, Connor.

To: Connor Murphy

And cherry garcia.

To: Hansen

pot. kettle. black.

To: Hansen

also, cherry garcia?? fuckin weirdo

Connor grabbed the cherry garcia and dropped it in the basket nonetheless. He also picked up a package of plastic spoons and two water bottles. A suspiciously red-eyed twenty something checked him out and Connor drove back to the high school, not taking notice of the speed limits because it was three in the morning and he had ice cream in the car.

He entered the school, jogged up the stairs, and dramatically kicked open the door to the booth. Jared was still in front of the computer, ever so slightly adjusting shades of pink.

“I’m fighting against every fiber of my being not to make a ‘honey, I’m home,’ joke right now,” Connor said, setting his bounty down on the counter.

Jared turned towards him. “What did you get?”

Connor pulled out the ice cream, flashing a smile.

“Connor, we aren’t allowed to have food up here.”

“I’m pretty sure we also aren’t allowed to be here past midnight so…”

Jared furrowed his brow. Connor smiled wider and handed him the pint of ice cream and a plastic spoon.

Jared opened his mouth to protest, but Connor cut him off.

“Stop being such an Alana and eat the ice cream, Kleinman.”

“Wow. Rude.” But Jared pulled the top off of the carton and tried to pull out a giant scoop, breaking his spoon in the process.

Connor handed him another spoon.

“Fuck off,” Jared muttered.

Connor grinned. “I didn’t say anything.” He opened his own ice cream and dipped his spoon in.

Jared paused, turned back to his computer and grabbed his phone. A song Connor recognized as being from Next To Normal started blaring from the speakers meant for the God Mic.

Connor smiled, and in a moment of bravery, leaned over and pecked Jared on the lips. Even though they’d been dating for a few months, they were shy around affection, both expecting the other to reveal that the whole relationship had been a prank or a lie.

Jared’s face went red, splitting in to a wide grin.

The ate their ice cream in relative silence, occasionally cracking jokes or singing along to Jared’s musical playlist. At one point, Connor put down his spoon and did an entire dance routine in the cramped booth.

“How the fuck have you memorized the entire dance to King Of New York?” Jared asked, incredulous.

Connor shrugged. “I might have a small crush on Ben Cook…”

“Don’t we all.” Jared looked up in fake wistfulness, then looked back at Connor. “So, Newsies is a favorite of yours then?”

“Oh, God no.”

Jared stared at him, offended. “Okay then, Mr. Judgy. What do you like?”

“Off the top of my head? Fantasticks, Apple Tree, and Hair.”

“Oh my god, what are you, seventy?”

“Oh go blow Steven Schwartz, asshole.”

“How can you not recognize that we are in a new golden age of musical theatre?!”

“Okay then, what do you like?”

“Next To Normal, Spring Awakening, and Cats.”

“Cats?!”

“Okay listen -”

“I cannot believe I’m in love with someone who likes Cats!”

“Cats is - wait. In… In love?”

Connor stopped dead. The late night and the free flowing banter and the being alone with Jared has loosened his tongue, and he’d ruined everything.

“I mean… I just… no! Fuck! Of course not, I’m just… I meant to say… I… fuck you!”

“Connor.”

Connor stared at his hands, trying not to freak out.

“Connor!”

His head snapped up, and he looked at Jared.

“I… I love you too.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

“Very cool.”

“Insanely cool.”

“Fuck off, Kleinman.”

[loveinthebones]

What Makes You Happy

IT’S FINISHED. I was working to finish this today and it was originally going to be something to cheer you up, @bie-lovers (and it still is for that!) but now it is also a Christmas present! :D 

I would like to make a note: Fluff is not my forte and I tried so hard with the handball references. >.

Merry Christmas, Sofie!

Title: What Makes You Happy

Rating: G

Pairing: Phil Lester/Dan Howell

Tags: Fluff, fluff, fluff. Zoo Docent! Phil and Handball Player! Dan, First meeting, Strangers to Lovers with interchanging established relationship parts

-What Makes You Happy-

Dan wonders idly when he has gotten so lucky as he chances a glance into bleachers, jamming his shoulder into the guy who lifts his arm to obscure his vision. He catches the barest glimpse of familiar dark hair and pale hands pressed apprehensively against the lower half of a sharp jaw and sinks his teeth into his lower lip to restrain the joy bubbling like a geyser in his chest.

“Get your head in the game, Howell!” Matt shouts from where he is trying to spot an opening and Dan grits his teeth in response. “We can’t afford distractions!”

“Make him proud, Dan!” Tyler screams from the goal situated behind them.

I just need to…

Dan’s eyes narrow as his concentration snaps back to their match, following the arc of the ball determinedly, as he twists to try and sidestep the player that has been his shadow for most of the game.

We can win this.

-

The first time he spotted the dark-haired boy was after a disappointing loss.

Tyler had been devastated that he hadn’t been able to block the winning point in time and Matthew had been harassing the dark blonde goalie incessantly until their coach stepped in with a, “Keep it up, Matt and I’ll put you on the bench.”

Matt hadn’t opened his mouth after the threat but the damage was done and so, Dan had found himself dragging Tyler to the Chester Zoo to see the new Asian elephant baby that he had been squealing about the week before.

“You don’t have to do this, Howell.” Tyler muttered under his breath as Dan pushed him, refusing to lift his heels. “It was my faul—“

“Ty,” There wasn’t any heat behind the nickname but Dan shoved him again fiercely, grinning at Tyler’s grunt. “Shut the fuck up and walk, your highness.” His hand was heavy as he whacked Tyler’s shoulder playfully, shuffling to join the short queue. “You know as well as I do that if Anthony and Chris had completed that give and go without getting fouled, we would have been golden.”

Tyler refused to respond to his words but his lips peeled back in a small but shaky smile. He fiddled with the zip of his hoodie and kept his eyes on their dusty trainers as they moved.

“Seriously,” Dan lowered his voice as he snickered. “Matt is an ass. Ignore him.” He waved his hand for emphasis as if he was shooing away a droning fly. “We’ll do better next game.”

“I know,” Tyler let out a large exhale of air. “I just- I had it and-“

“-and you’ll have it again.” Dan interrupted easily as he stepped forward to purchase their admission tickets, reaching into the pocket of his trackies for his wallet. “One loss won’t kill us.”

“I know.” Tyler mumbled, shoulders still tensed and raised.

“Then stop being an idiot for one second and listen to me.” Dan rolled his eyes as he turned to the ticket seller with his dimple popping on his cheek charmingly. “Can I get two..uh…”

The first thing Dan noticed about him was that his cheekbones were sharp enough to cut yourself on.

The second is that his lips are stained a cherry red.

Has he been eating ice lollies because no one’s lips can possibly…

The last thing he registered in his already disoriented mind was the fact that the boy’s eyes twinkled as those lips moved.

Fuck. What did he say?

“P-Pardon?” Dan stuttered, feeling the telltale heat scorch his cheeks as he skimmed the tip of his thumb over the bills in his wallet.

“How many tickets, sir?” His voice was deep and nasally with a northern twang. Dan’s tongue darted across his lips nervously just as Tyler jumped in with a horribly timed tease:

“I apologize. He doesn’t know how to handle pretty boys.”

Dan reminded himself that his coach would actually murder him if he mortally wounded Tyler as his face flushed even more.

The boy’s cheeks were rosy as well but he laughed good-naturedly, shaking his head.

“Well…”

Dan hadn’t given him the chance to finish.

He dipped his head with a high-pitched “Sorry!” while he wrapped his fingers tightly around Tyler’s bicep to drag him away. Tyler’s obnoxious but pleased laugh tore through the air and echoed behind them as Dan rushed to the car.

“I changed my mind- it is your fault.” Dan growled as his knuckles went white from clutching the steering wheel so hard.

“Aw,” Tyler cooed, despite Dan’s quiet fuming. “You think he’s cute!”

“I will fucking deck you.”

The first time Dan meets him… his heart doesn’t stop hammering in his chest until they have peeled out of the parking lot and are well on their way back to their hotel.

-

Dan is hopping from foot to foot with even more pent up energy than usual, knowing that Phil is watching.

He takes his opportunity to grab the ball, pacing three steps, before cutting the ball to the left.

He hisses out a happy “Yes!” when it bounces off the wall and into Anthony’s reach, tossing his head to dislodge his curling fringe from his forehead and out of his field of vision.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…

-

The second time he encounters the boy…Tyler had offered to take him as a sort of apology for embarrassing him when he was trying to help.

They managed to make it pass the ticket gate without fuss (much to Dan’s relief and Tyler’s bemused disappointment) and had even gotten to gush over the adorable tiny stomping baby elephant, fuzzy but moody meerkats, and the majestic rhinos when Dan catches sight of him.

He was strolling lazily along the walls, scanning the animals briefly in each enclosure, with a towel draped across his arm.

“Isn’t that your boy?” Tyler whispered fervently, practicallyquivering with excitement. “How lucky!”

“I will murder you,” Dan deadpanned as he locked eyes with Tyler meaningfully. “Don’t say anything or draw atten—“ Dan cut himself off with a yell as he rammed his knee into the corner of an unmoving stone bench. He immediately brought it on the surface, curling his torso over it protectively, as his eyes stung. “Holy fuck. That hurts.” He grumbled lowly, taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Walk it off,” Tyler encouraged, patting his back in the same manner he would if he had gotten winded in their practice scrimmages. “C’mon. You’ve had worse.”

“It still hurts.” Dan seethed, even as he gingerly lowered it back to the ground and took a few wobbly steps.

“Hey,” Dan peered up between his lashes at the boy sauntering to him with worried crinkles carving crevasses into the skin at the edges of his eyes and a full lower (less red) lip pinched between his teeth. “I uh-“ He rubbed his the top of his arm bashfully, mucking up the tan polo to reveal a dotting of freckles. Dan smiled at the flustered, adorable mess this boy was. “I’m heading to a first aid station…they might have some ice- i-if you want?”

Dan shook his head, slapping a hand over his mouth as a snort escaped him unbidden. “I’ve had worse.”

“Oh,” There’s a pink tongue trapped between slightly crooked teeth and if Dan wasn’t gone before, he sure is now. “Sorry to hear that.”

“It’s…y’know…a thing.” Shit. I can speak, I promise.

“Like running away from boys you find cute?” The boy giggled and Dan ignored the blush creeping up his neck and face to cough.

“Hey now,” Dan grumbled, gently pushing against the guy’s shoulder. “Can you blame me?”

“You’re not too bad yourself.” He parried instantly but nearly inaudibly, laying his hand over the towel, before letting out a pained hiss. “I’ve go to go- sorry.”

Dan’s stomach dropped to the soles of his feet at the words but he can see the way the boy’s lips are twisted into a corner of his mouth and-

Dan frowned.

“Yeah…are you okay though?”

“Yeah,” He laughed, pulling the corner of the towel more securely over his forearm. “Nuki- the baby jaguar- got a bit overzealous while she was suckling and snagged me with her claws. It’s not serious.” Dan watched as a dopey smile stretched across his face, tip of that tongue wiggling, and while he wanted to lose himself in that smile…

“A jaguar?”

“Yes?”

“And you’re stalling here?” Dan’s voice rose a few octaves, reaching for a name he didn’t know so he blurted the first thing that came to mind. “You-you spork.”

“Dan!” Tyler groaned and slapped a hand across his forehead.

“I’ve never heard that one before.” The boy hummed, eyes sparking with a bolt of mischief. “Kudos, Dan, but my name is actually Phil.”

The second time Dan runs into Phil…he learns that there is a saying for handling big cats, “Claws hurt but teeth kill.” and he thinks that Phil doesn’t need either because his heart has willingly abandoned him to rest in Phil’s hands as they walk together to get him patched up.

-

“Move!” Dan shrieks at Chris who has had the ball in his hands for far too long already and Chris obeys without any hesitation, passing it to Matthew.

There is sweat pouring down his cheeks and Dan is panting heavily but he sprints and curves his body around the two that are trying to block his movements.

They are hot on his heels but Dan catches the ball with his elbow, snatching it from the air before it can escape.

-

The third time Dan sees Phil…it is intentional and he’s still dressed in his uniform, garish yellow shorts reflecting the sunlight as he sits down.

“Hey, you.” Phil greeted, mouth stuffed of half-chewed bread, cheese, and pepperoni. “Nice hair.”

Dan touched the damp curls self-consciously and sighed, “I didn’t have time to change...if I was going to make it on time. Sorry if I stink.” Dan wrinkled his nose at the knowledge that he did, indeed, reek. He had driven with the windows down but he’s not sure how much it helped.

“I promise I have smelled worse.” Phil reassured, scraping a napkin across his face. “Are you hungry?”

“Not at all,” Dan tried to lie when his stomach gurgled betrayingly. “I-“

Phil slid the tiny order of fries across the table to him with a gentle rumble vibrating in his chest. “Betrayed by your own stomach.”

“I know- rude.” Dan quipped, drumming his fingers uncertainly on the metal table top before tentatively taking a single fry. “I can’t just take your food, Phil.”

“It’s fine,” Phil dismissed, swinging the pizza in his hand. Tiny droplets of grease rained on their table. “I have snacks hidden around.”

Dan shook his head and nibbled on his fry. “Isn’t that against the rules of being a zoo keeper?”

“I can’t take food in the habitats,” Phil clarified with a small pout in Dan’s direction. “There isn’t any restrictions on having snacks and besides,” Phil hummed, clasping his hands behind his neck and stretching. “I’m not a zoo keeper, yet. I’m just a docent.”

“A docent?” Dan questioned, munching on some more of Phil’s fries.

“I’m a volunteer, basically.” Phil explained patiently, laying his pizza on the paper plate and sucking the shininess left behind on his fingertip from the grease. “I want to be a zoo keeper when I finish my degree but I’m not there yet.” Phil’s eyes softened as a tiny smile danced across his lips. “Just a little bit more and I will be.”

Dan snatched a pepperoni off of Phil’s pizza with a slight pang of guilt. He was always hungry after practice and pizza was infinitely tastier than soggy fries. 

He quickly shoved it in his mouth.

“What about you, Dan?”

Dan chewed deliberately, not only to savor the spice skittering across his taste buds but to stall answering. He had never been keen on sharing his occupation because it brought too many questions and ended with most people being one of two things: disinterested or way too curious about his salary. He couldn’t even be sure that Phil had heard about handball before- he didn’t seem very sporty.

“Shame on you, Daniel. Being judgmental is not a good trait to have.” His mother’s peeved scolding drifted across his mind and Dan swallowed. He didn’t want to lie to Phil so he settled for the next best thing.

“I’m an athlete.”

“That explains the uniform.” Phil jested, tearing off a small chunk of his napkin to toss it at Dan. “What do you play?”

Fuck.

“Handball,” Dan answered,smiling despite the hard stone of dread settling in the pit of his tummy. “I love it.”

“I’ve heard of it but,” Phil told him, turning the plate with his long fingers absentmindedly. “I’m afraid I am not much of a sports person but if you enjoy it, that’s all that matters, right?”

The tension at the nape of Dan’s subsided slightly at the shy way Phil was regarding him from beneath his fringe and hope blossomed under his rib cage: scorching, painful, and so, so good.

“I hope so,” Dan murmured, a confession of a sorts that breezed past his lips unbidden. “A more stable career would be a safer option. More steady income, you know.”

Dan winced. I’m just asking for misery. I hate when people ask how much I make.

“Safer doesn’t mean better.” Phil leaned into his space, the light expanse of his eyes darkening a full shade in an effort to mirror his suddenly serious demeanor. “Seriously, Dan. If it makes you happy, stick with it.”

Dan’s mouth was dry and the roof stuck to his tongue as he opened his mouth but the heartfelt thanks he was about to utter turned into a squeak when Phil stole a fry.

“Hey!”

“You should tell me the next time you play,” Phil continued to talk even though he is nibbling on Dan’s (well, it was really his but that’s just technicalities.) fry.  “Maybe I can come watch and see what handball is like.”

The third time he is in Phil’s presence…Dan is a little bit happier and lets whatever is between them grow organically as they chat and snicker until Phil has to report back to his station.

-

“You did it!” Phil is yelling, grabbing his cheeks with energy crackling in his otherworldly eyes. Electric streaks of gold spark in a sweeping crescents in a wide expanse of pale greenish blue and Dan laughs, exhilarated. “You were so good, Dan!”

Dan crushes the hand on the right side of his face and beams at Phil.

“It was nothing,” Dan deflects, even though his heart is still crashing wildly in his chest cavity from the last goal he scored before time was called. “Nothing at all.”

“You’re lying! You were so, so goo—“

Dan’s lips slam against Phil’s. 

They are soft and give under his rough, adrenaline-filled kiss and Dan melts as Phil presses closer, fisting his hands in his jersey. There’s cheering around them, piercing wolf whistles, but all Dan cares about is Phil, Phil, Phil.

He pulls away and leans his forehead against Phil’s, shaking with mirth.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Danny.“

[mrsashketchum]

((sorry guys i have a holiday hiatus!

if you have asks concerning commissions, or anything else, please do contact me on Twitter (@fran_aka_mak) or on Facebook (@mrsashketchumm)

i will try to post some stuff here periodically or reply to messages but until then I'm sorry. I'll be very busy trying to get my life together and rest. I hope you guys understand

i will hopefully be back on Tumblr for good (like no queues and just pure posting and artworks) approx. around the third week of January (bc thesis animations and resbang)

also!!!!

for requests: if i have not replied to them (i have seen and received all of em dont worry) it means a) i need some time to think about how im gonna execute it thus procrastinating on it long enough so im sorry ;; im a perfectionist too so when i see a really good idea i wanna draw it p e r f e c t l y; b) i made a wip but i was too busy to continue; OR c) i need money and i prioritize on commissions more.

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other stuff under the cut if u wanna see more:

i might draw a tiny thing for christmas/new years and post it here B U T it does not mean im back ;;;; i just need to rest from all the stress that i had last term

I'm also planning for a "looking back" video for 2017 but lmao am i really going to pull this off with a zine, a resbang, and a thesis

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Asylum18

My Experience at MY FIRST EVER CON!

Hey all,

So I’ve been away a few weeks, but now I’m back! And this past weekend (12-14 May) I was at Asylum 18 in Blackpool with my supernatural family!

It was an epic adventure and I loved every second of it!

If you’d like to read about it - click on keep reading, if not, and you just want photos, I’ll create another post! Just FYI - it’s flippin long, I do apologise.

THURSDAY I woke up, pumped, tired, but pumped, and picked up my hire car. Headed to the airport to pick up the first member of the fambam! She’d arrived from Germany and was overwhelmed! It was an easy 1hr and a bit drive to our hotel - where we did end up parking in the wrong area, but ... adventures! Then I ferried more of my family from the station to the hotel, in two lots. Now we’re all together, all checked in. Blah blah - met up with more family, had fish and chips for tea and just chatted about how excited we were for our weekend to start.

FRIDAY We had more family arrive, and now our group was complete. Today was registration, lots of lines, lots of waiting, perfecting the art of snake queues and figuring out where each member of the group were. By the time me and twinsie (a lady named Carolyn who thinks a little too much like me!) passed through registration, added extras and picked up our pre-orders - we’d probably passed 3 or more hours. Rookie moves were made by not packing water, so we then indulged in slushee’s after we’d passed out the other end of that mammoth queue. She checked in to her room, and we were taking a breather when we got the tweet - autos were happening. ARGH! So we met back up and headed straight to autos. I have a pillow case that I was getting signed - we started with Mark P (who was lovely and the only person who commented on the badges on my jacket - he liked). Moved on to Kim - the loveliest person ever, she looked stunned when I told her to have a good day, she told me to have a good one too! Then Lauren, who is just so precious. She thought I’d made the pillow case and was saying how smart and talented I am ... bless her, I had to say I’d clicked a button online and it showed up on my doorstep! Katherine Ramdeen was oh so sweet, had me wishing I had bought an op with her, she was so nice and genuine. The line for Briana and Osric were very long, so we went over to Chad, he was quirky, very sweet and kind though. Then we went to the line for Briana, and they closed the doors for autos, so phew we’d got in in time. Briana was oh so special! She told me to enjoy myself, and we’d moved on by the time I could think, and oh what a thought - kicking myself I didn’t say “often do!” And last but definitely not least, Osric. He was all smiles and happiness and the sun just shines outta that man. He was sweet AF, liked the pillow case and said he hoped I enjoyed the weekend, as I had wished him a fun one. That night most of us had dinner together, then separated and washed up for “the party” that night. Twinsie and I cosplayed (my first ever). We dressed as Howard and Bernadette from The Big Bang Theory - made funnier by the fact that I was taller than her and the blonde wig was just ... wigging me out! Everyone loved our costumes! But it was an early night as we were tired from queuing all day.

SATURDAY! I was up early at 0630 and showered and ready for breakfast by 0745. I went down the hall to a friends room and we had breakfast together in the hotel. Then stood in the queue (oh yes, another) for the main hall where the panel would take place. Myself and two new friends followed Jensen (no, not that Jensen. Yes, it was fun yelling his name and watching people turn round so fast whiplash was inevitable) into the hall, then realised he was up with the diamonds, and we were the cheapies. So we found seats at the back and got comfy for the rest of the day, practically! - First up with their panel was Kim and Briana - Adam Rose and Chris Gauthier were our co-hosts. The ladies were inspiring and brilliant and had alot to say about their characters, how they wished we would get to see more of them - so to keep an eye out for an upcoming side work! And Kim was very clear that Jodie was hers whilst she was in front of a camera, when she had a script, but then Jodie became ours to do what we will with her, that she supports all the creativity and ideas people have about Jodie, and that she encourages us to keep going, and even send her stuff! - Fifteen min break, then Adam and David - our beloved BMoL men. They said they were nervous but they looked like they were in their element. There were times where they would both keep saying “I’m sure this is boring, but I gotta tell ya real quick...” bless them - nothing you say will bore us! One of the questions was about their most embarassing job they’d ever taken. Adam said his had to be a stage play where he had the role of a gay male, had nude scenes and there was a lot of kissing the same sex. Apparently his sister was mortified when she went to see it and his Dad shook his hand and said “there was a lot of kissing in that!”, but his mum was proud. And David’s job was at a convention where he was dressed as a member of Devo and listened to Whip It nine hours straight for two days, and had to dance and stick stickers on people who came through the doors - he gave us a song and dance as example, much whistling happened! - Chad, Katherine Ramdeen, Chris and Adam Rose were up next. The boys were up there a while without Kat as she was still doing photo’s. I ran out to get Alaina’s auto at some point - SO SWEET, love her and she appreciated that I liked her daughters painting art that she posts on instagram. The four of them were actually quite interesting and sweet, although when I came back in Kat was talking about how she’d synced up with Kathryn on set, the boys then started making fun of her - not happy bout that, but there’s nothing I can do about that. - Misha ... and of course they posted a vague tweet about photo ops, maybe one I had, so I rushed out (knowing my seat was safe). Not my photo op, so I went back to my seat. Then Mark S autos were called, so I ran off again (my row is not too impressed by now). I get to autos and Mark is gone ... BUT Adam Rose and others were there and I have a ticket for him, so I text my friend with my bag, and ask her to pass back my wallet with all the tickets (as opposed to climbing back over everyone). David Haydn-Jones’s was very kind and said he was enjoying his second con so much and is impressed by all the love that this fandom has to offer and was surprised when I said I was from Aus but relieved when I said I’d moved so I hadn’t come up just for this! Adam Fergus didn’t have a lot of people at his table and he was brilliant, again enjoying his second con and loving the people he’s coming across. No one was at Adam’s desk so I got his autograph and got to have a lovely conversation with him. He was genuinely amazed that I had brought up his travels and loved following along on Insta and that I remembered that he had a dog and then we were talking about his pup, and then he said I should check out his youtube for more traveling. Then I was back to Misha’s panel. LUNCH (this is getting long, apologies, I’ll start paraphrasing). - So Osric and Lauren’s panel was first after lunch, but I was at Alaina’s photo op, again, she’s so sweet and said she hopped she got my request right - I’d asked for a raised eyebrow... she nailed it! Then returned to the LOsric panel, they are both darling. - Mark P and Alaina were up next, they were actually great up there together. Not a packed house, but a lot of questions and they had a great laugh together. - Mark S... he’s hilarious. He walked around the whole auditorium, he was rude and sassy and sarcastic and just brilliant. People were handing him chocolate bars and I was worrying cause I had Tim Tam’s for him (well his wife, heaven knows they didn’t get back to her!). He walked right behind me and was answering a question as I shook the packet at him. He smiled like it was christmas day and I’d given the best present. He then collected something else from the other side of the hall and went up to the stage, sat down and asked if there were any Aussie’s in the audience. I was the only WOO and he laughed, ripped into the Tim Tams, bit the top and bottom off one and picked up his tea. I was the only one to cheer, then he used it as a straw and then ate the whole thing. I screamed out “YOU’RE WELCOME”! That night my roomies were like - was that you? Yep uhuh thought so! - Hillywood were up next - but I was gone. I like their parody - but that’s all I’ve seen of them, and that’s not enough to keep me in my seat. Me and roomies got pizza, I drove out and picked it all up. Then I wandered down the hall to Jensen’s room to watch Eurovision. Jason Mann’s was performing that night and Briana made a surprise appearance (that Alaina pretty much said she was doing then sent her a text while in her panel). It was a fun night with a small room packed with nine people then eventually eleven.

SUNDAY Today was BUSY AF. I was back and forth and that hotel is spread out! Sat through the Mark P and Alaina panel to start my day then I went back to the room to get rid of some stuff out of my bag, use the loo, then as I reached the main hall Mark S was walking in front of me, he was slow and I wanted to go around him, but I was headed to his photo op, so why not stay behind him. But when I reached the room, they called all groups for Misha... - So in I go, Misha (it was go go go, I asked for an awkward prom photo, he spun me around and it turned into a weird pregnancy photo). - Had my Mark S photo, he was himself! But when I got up there with another packet of Tim Tams he smiled and said “I still have my other packet!” I said he better! And then explained I wanted to do it like a Tim Tam advert, he pulled me in close, it’s my fave picture. Then as I was leaving and after I’d said thank you, he said you better eat them and not share them! - Mark P was up next, I asked for a hug but with bunny ears, he was so tall I couldn’t reach, so it looks like I’m trying to grab his hair, but it’s a good photo. Left my copy there as the printers were jam packed, but headed over to... - Lauren and Osric, they were were the cutest and sweetest, and not many people were there for the duo so they were really taking their time with each person. I asked for an awkward family photo with the weird hands on hips and odd faces. Osric shotgunned back and Lauren was confused, but it’s my second fave photo, it turned out so well! - FINALLY got my Misha auto, I got to the desk and said “You’re doing an amazing job, not just here at con, but everywhere... in life.” And he looked at me as if I was the first person to ever tell him that and he said “Thank you so much.” Like it meant to world to him. And then I had to go and have a moment in my room (no not like that!) cause I didn’t expect for that to hit me like it did - but I could say that to you and I’d have the same reaction. (yeah YOU). Got changed, packed away the pillow case, reorganised my bag, went downstairs, got lunch (before the massive lines started) then joined my friends in the hall for Mark S’s panel - more walking around, more brutal than yesterday, just hilarious. LUNCH... - Had my Kim and Briana op, my friends (mum and daughter) in front of me had theirs first, they did the YMCA and it was BRILLIANT, Bri stood the wrong way round for the C then got it right, then was cautious to not have her arm in Dawn’s face. Then I asked for a sandwich but with faces that said someone smelt like BO - great photo! - Back to the hall to wait for my group to get called for Adam and David. Kat, Chad, Adam and Chris were up on stage when I got there, and only had two more people in line to ask questions and still had half an hour to go, so I thought I’d get up to save from being awward. I wrote out a question for Kat (as everyone had questions for Chad and Adam...) then Dawn said “ask them what their fave cheeses are”! A lot of waiting, i was last question, and just skipped the Kat question went right for the cheese. Kat was real animated cause I mentioned that she was Vegan so my friend Dawn was wondering ... it was a good last question, they all got a kick out of it! - THEN ADAM AND DAVID!!!! There was a long line, but they were giving each person a good amount of time with them, making them all feel special. I asked for a smushy hug, and it was heaven. You’ll see i got a little possessive. And David grabbed me at the end and looked in my eyes and said Thanks. And Adam was very thankful and sweet as well, wished me a good end of con, I said I hoped he’d enjoyed it. Then the steward was proper “MOVE” - doing their job! - Back to Panel’s, Kim and Briana, the goddesses that they are. And Kim talked about how much she’s learnt from her autistic daughter and that she’s realised she tried to mother everyone, now she just mother’s her child. Same for Bri, she’s more than happy to let her kid do whatever and figure it out for themselves cause they’ll never take you for your word. - Misha was last up, he was very grateful to everyone for coming along. Said how “nice blackpool” was (sarcasm - the venue was mediocre at best). He took of his jacket - the crowd went nuts as they do. He thanked the event organisers and just like that, an amazing weekend was over. - That night the few that remained played CAH and ate chicken meals, opting for an early-ish night before saying goodbye in the morning. I wouldn’t have traded a second of it for anything. It was a grand weekend, and amazing first con and I had an absolute blast meeting all those new people, meeting my family and seeing old faces. I can’t wait to go to another one!

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