#a toddler could write a better script

[barbieaemond]

So the Snow spinoff is not happening.

Thank God.

[littlelambscandyland]

My Baby, All Mine

Yan!Cg!Dhawan!Master x Little!Fem!Reader

Summary- The Master never admitted he cared for you, never even treated you kindly. How could he be so stupid? He didn’t do any of it right and then you were gone, dead. Whatever, it doesn’t matter now… He has you back and this time he isn’t going to let his little girl suffer. So many years to make up for. Don’t worry your papa’s never going to let you be hurt ever again… Well, he would be able to if you weren’t suddenly so stubborn. (4,950 Words)

Notes- I'm so sorry to my non-binary and boy readers, I'm in my pink girly era apparently and can't seem to get out of writing female reader stuff. Also I'm sorry if you hate pink, as for mentioned, pink girly era. I still love you all, I promise! I'll venture out again one day soon, maybe, hopefully. Also I don't mean to show so much of a bias for Dhawan!Master but he's the easiest for me to write and he's so girl dad coded.

Warnings-Reader briefly dies, Unhealthy friendships, Past abuse(ish), The Master being unstable, The Master being a bit delusional, Temporary Amnesia, Telepathy, Slight Dissociation, Forced Age Regression, Forced Toddler Regression, Implied Onesies, Pacifiers, Implied Pull-ups (just being worn)

It was your body that really disturbed him. So many regenerations, so many years, and now you were just… Gone. Of course, at first he walked it off. He didn’t need you, he didn’t care that you were dead, but your cold eyes kept creeping into his thoughts. Your face covered in blood and completely empty. He’d pace the TARDIS just trying to get a single thought in that wasn’t your lifeless form. Then, like it was scripted he started to remember every little memory he’s ever had with you. All the good, the bad, and all the in-betweens. He kept hearing your voice, your laughter, your childlike praise. He remembered how you were always so amazed by things, by him. Hundreds of years had passed and you still looked at the universe with such wonder, at him with such wonder. He never deserved you… He abandoned you, he insulted you, berated you for things that weren’t your fault, he’d hurt you, and he’d do it over and over again without a single thought. You were so sweet, you were so loving, you never judged him, and despite his actions you never showed him anything other than that adorable smile. He couldn’t bear it.

Four months he’s gone without you, he can’t do it anymore. Everything is plagued by you. He can’t conquer a planet, he can’t read a damn book, he can’t eat or sleep, he can’t even torment the Doctor without thinking about you. His poor, clever, beautiful girl. He should’ve never held on so loosely. It’s alright now, he’s going to make it better. He’s going to fix this, even if he has to tear this entire universe apart to do it.

Honestly, you should be less surprised. It’s the Master, he’s a chaotic ball of hatred and knowledge. Emphasis on the chaotic part. He did weird things all the time, not that they weren’t always completely entertaining to watch. You shouldn’t be surprised that he’s bouncing around the TARDIS while there’s the head of a monster hanging above the fireplace. You do wonder how he got such a large creature's head up there. He claims it’s there to remind him of something very important, and that he’ll take it down soon. Whatever he wants, you suppose.

You wish you didn’t have such a large gap in your memory… Four months isn’t that long with how long you’ve lived, but it feels like you’re missing something important. Not to mention, you just really want to see how the hell he was able to take that beast down. The Master said you hit your head far too hard on one of your adventures. He keeps telling you to be happy it was only four months and not your whole life that you forgot. He’s got a bit of a point, but you still want to know what happened in between the trip to that annoying orange planet and waking up in your bed yesterday.

The Master seems different than he was before. He’s always smiling around you now. The same manic unstable look in his eyes, but they held something so much deeper than you can pinpoint. The way he looks at things, at you, borders on the line of obsession. There is a voice whispering in the back of your head telling you that he is acting entirely out of character. A voice whispering that something is very wrong. Sometimes you think he’s staring at you in remorse, and other times you can’t tell if he’s elated or wants to tear you to shreds. He won’t let you call him Master anymore, so you call him sir now. You don’t think he’s any happier with that title, but he seems less stiff than the multiple times you’ve slipped up and called him Master. You think something might’ve happened between you both during those months you’ve forgotten, or maybe something happened to him…

It’s only been a day since you’ve woken up. Maybe you were just reading into things. Your head did still feel kind of fuzzy.

Even now you still feel like you're a bit unstable. You believe the Master when he says you hit your head because there is no other reason you can find for the extremely painful headache you’ve had since waking up. You’re dizzy, and tired, and you feel like you may be going insane with how nauseous you’ve been feeling. Watching the Master bouncing around the control panel flicking switches, typing coordinates, and pulling levers definitely doesn’t make you feel any better.

You suppose it’s a good thing he didn’t let you go on his most recent outing…

“Darling!” The Master calls out to you.

“Hm?!” You jolt from his loud voice and proximity.

There’s another thing to note. He calls you a bunch of pet names now.

“Where did you go in that little head of yours?” He asks, leading you to sit on the couch with him.

There’s another, he keeps calling you or random things a part of you little or tiny.

You’ve learned years ago lying to him only causes trouble, so you answer him truthfully. “I was wondering why you’re acting so weird… Or at least weirder than normal.”

The Master laughs, almost bitterly. “Of course you would notice.” He whispers while looking down and shaking his head. “You’ve always been too clever for your own good, of course you would notice my change in behavior.”

“Mast-” You cut yourself off when his head shoots up to glare at you. “Sir… Is, is everything okay? Did something happen? Did, uh, did I do something?”

Your anxiety was starting to bubble over now that he practically confessed to acting differently.Now that you knew it wasn’t all in your head, you begin to wonder what could’ve happened. You curse your brain for not letting you remember.

The Master sighs and lets out another one of his sad laughs. “You didn’t do anything wrong… You never do…” His eyes dart around for a second as he thinks. His eyes finally come back to your face. They have that intense obsessive look swimming in them again. “I have something to show you.”

Before you have a chance to question him, he’s jumping off the couch and bounding towards the halls with you being pulled along.

“Sir, please slow down… I don’t feel very well.” You plead, as your head starts pounding and your stomach churns.

He looks back at you before slowing his strides. In a matter of moments you went from being dragged to walking hand in hand next to him.You’re nervous for what he wanted to show you, knowing him it’ll probably be something horrific, but it was nice to walk hand in hand with him. You haven’t gotten a lot of physical contact since joining the Master all those years ago. Well, you had some but it was all violent.

The walk is silent. A bit tense, but along the way the Master regains his previous excitement. He’s got a slight bounce in his step like he did earlier. You can tell he’s trying increasingly hard not to start dragging you down the hall. It freaks you out a bit, you’ve never seen him so genuinely happy before. He’s had manic streaks of joy throughout his different faces, but it was all due to the instability in their head. This, this was so pure, or at least it seems so. You wish you understood what happens in his head.

When you finally come to a stop, the two of you stand in front of a door right next to the Master’s bedroom. You’ve never actually been inside his room, but you’ve dropped off plenty of things for him when he’s barricaded himself inside. The door you stand in front of is a very pastel pink and it has a pastel(ish) rainbow painted across it. There are colorful stars scattered over the wood. It’s rather cute in your opinion. Maybe a bit childish, but hey you’ve always had a more kidish style and personality. Who were you to judge?

You look over at the Master and almost jumpscared by the intensity of his stare. It was like he’s actively trying to look into your very soul. Was he trying to read your mind? More accurately, was he reading your mind?

His face went from his intense stare into a painfully wide grin. “Open the door.”

“Okay?” You draw the word out while taking hold of the golden handle.

You open the door a bit slower than you think he wanted, but you were nervous to see what was behind it. You have to walk inside a bit more to open it all the way. Once the door is open wide enough, you look around. Honestly, the room was adorable. It was also way bigger than the one you’re staying in. You’re not jealous. 

There’s a large bed… That has what looks like the bars of a hospital bed but taller; kind of like a crib but not quite. You aren’t all that sure why they had that, but whatever. The bedspread is baby pink and there are a multitude of stuffed animals organized delicately on top. The walls are almost identical to the door; a very light pastel pink with the same rainbow and colorful stars, but more stretched and fitted for the room.

There’s a false window showing off a garden that had flowers and birds. Right by the “window” sits a large very comfy looking arm chair. A 3-tier bookshelf sits under the window and holds so, so many thin books that you couldn’t read the titles of them from where you stood. There are some thicker ones, you think you noticed the Wizard of Oz on there. There’s a carpet sitting in front of the chair and bookshelf; it has little roads and buildings on it. It’d be perfect to play with cars on. 

There’s a dresser sitting in front of the bed. It’s long and has more white than the light colored wood that seems more like an accent color at this point. On top of the dresser sat a few knicknacks and toys. In the center there was a really big tv. You’re not jealous. There are two doors on both sides of the dresser. One door was slightly ajar and you think it might be a closet because you see what you think is a sequin dress. The other door is shut and you didn’t really understand the circles on it, but with the time you’ve spent with the Master you think it’s Gallifreyan.

There are several more items and pieces of furniture scattered around the bedroom. None as eye catching as what you’ve spent the last minute analyzing. The large chest is simple but nice. The long table-looking-bed that has lots of drawers and looks like it belongs in a nurses office or a hospital confuses you. The giant bean bag in the corner looks super squishy. The bedside table looks simple and has locks on the drawers. The taller bookshelf that is built into the wall has way too many things on it for you to note all of it this second.

You wonder what this room was for, and the panic rises in you again. Did the Master adopt a kid or something? Oh God, was he going to tell you that you have to leave now? Did he want you to help care for the kid? You aren’t responsible enough for that! Why is he showing you this?

“Do you like it?” His voice sounds excited and nervous; a rare combination for him.

You only just realize he’s standing behind you, his hands on your shoulders. He’s leaning forward a bit and his chin is almost resting on your shoulder; if it wasn’t for his hand it would be. You try to look him in the eyes but can’t, so you turn back to look at the room.

“Why… Um, why are you showing me this?” Your voice comes out quiet, frightful.

You can feel his frown. Not physically, but it’s like you can feel it in the air. You don’t understand what’s going on. What is going on right now?

“It’s for you.”

You blink. “But, what’s it for? I mean what, what’s it supposed to do? Or, um, mean?”

It was his turn to blink at you in confusion. “You really don’t know?”

“Master, I'm not a mind reader like you…” You giggle as your nerves grow.

You feel him stiffen almost completely. His hands grip your shoulders a little tighter, and he stands up straight behind you. You turn to look behind you at him. His eyes are boring into your soul again. A look full of anger and sadness. The look you’re used to seeing on his face.

“Mast-”

“Stop.” He cuts you off. His hands cup your face, effectively tilting your head a bit to meet his eyes. “I… I’ve broken you…”

You shake your head. “You haven’t broken me.” An anxious laugh leaves your mouth as you speak.

“But, I have, dear.” The Master tells you, a broken laugh of his own accompanying his words. “I’ve broken you, beaten you down, and now you can’t even tell what an act of love looks like.”

“What act of love?” You laugh more. Why was he being so damn confusing?

“THIS!” He shouts at you, holding out his arms to the room around you. “I spent hours, days perfecting it to your perfect liking yet you can’t even tell it was made for you! You don’t even know what it is!” Despite the smile on his face you know it’s all in rage. The deranged cackle that accompanies it makes him sound like he’s on the verge of breaking himself.

“Sir…”

Normally you wouldn’t initiate physical contact when he’s like this, but concern for him overrides the potential punishment, and with the way he’s been acting you think it might help. Maybe? Just a little?

You put a hand on his chest. The fabric of his tie feels slightly cool. It warms quickly under your palm. He freezes, and so do you. You didn’t want to step too far, but he was scaring you. Something is wrong. Even if you are afraid you might anger him more, you want him to know that you still care. The Master suddenly slumps. His hands are thrown down by his sides and he looks defeated.

“What do you think you are to me?” His voice is quiet.

“I’m your…” Your eyebrows furrow. You watch as he takes your hand gently into one of his, still holding it close to his chest.

You didn’t want to say you were his friend. You insinuated that once and spent a week locked in your room with nothing to eat, good thing your bathroom has a sink… The second time you implied it he left you on an abandoned planet for 2 months. You didn’t want to say you were his employee. He didn’t pay you, and it felt too impersonal… You weren’t even close to being romantically involved. Sometimes he seemed almost fatherly to you, but you would never admit it out loud. You definitely looked up to him, he’s incredible, like a superhero (well a supervillain but who’s keeping track). He’s told you throughout several regenerations that he doesn’t care about you, so you really doubt any overly personal relationship is an answer you could give…

“It isn’t that hard to make a guess.” He seethes.

“I’m your… Companion… Like the Doctor has hers, but y’know,” You clear your throat. “Less emotions are involved…”

You don’t look at him. You stare in turmoil at his and yours intertwined hands. His hand tightened around yours the second you mentioned the Doctor, and tightened even more when you said “less emotions”. At this point he was close to crushing your hand with his.

“That,” The Master’s voice sounds emotional in a way you haven’t heard before. “Wasn’t the answer I was looking for… I suppose more, not what I was hoping for.” He laughed tightly. “You got close with one of those thoughts bouncing around in that head… You were far too focused on the past to give the answer I wanted.” He glares at the roof, lost in thought. “Guess this proves my point well enough then!” He breaks up again. His stressed smile drops. “I really have ruined you.”

You frown again. Why does he keep saying that? Really, it kind of hurts your feelings a bit.

“I’m not ruined.”

“No,” He agrees too quickly. “Not in the traditional sense. No, you’ve just forgotten what being loved and cared for is like… We can remedy that…  An easy fix really. You’ll be acting like a spoiled brat in no time.”

He grins with a look that screams delusion. You aren’t quite sure you were following his words right. You really want to say you understand, but you just don’t.

“Why don’t we start off slow, hm?” He asks, but it sounds more like a gleeful demand.

The Master pulls you towards him and throws you up and into his arms. When you don’t wrap your legs around him, he does it for you, manually bending each leg. You laugh in shock, and he saunters into the room further, kicking the door shut.

“Sir?”

“Shhhhhhhh…” He draws out the sound dramatically.

He lowers the bars and sets you down on the large bed leaving you to stare up at him from your newly seated position. He looks at you like he was searching for something again, then he bounds towards the closet door. He goes inside and you try to lean over to check what he’s doing. You don’t really get a chance to look because he marches out in just a few seconds with a purple something clothing in his hand.

You frown when he smiles at you. “Did you take something?” You ask abruptly.

You notice the bewilderment on his face.

“I’m only asking because there is something seriously wrong going on with you and it’s, it’s starting to scare me a bit… I mean you’re just acting really different and I’ve been with you for a long time now. I just- Did you get hit with like a poison dart, or hypnotized, or challenged, or I don’t know, cursed by a witch or something?”

The Master looks at you with so much shock and sorrow. “I just want to take care of you.” He says dismissively, losing all emotion in his face, and walking over to the weird looking table-bed.

“But, why? You’ve never felt the need to before.” You just wish he’d explain some more.

“That’s enough.” He sounds like an angry parent. “Stop questioning everything I do. Things are going to change and you don’t get a say in it unless it’s something actually useful.”

That sounds more like the Master you knew. You almost thought he was gone for a second.

You sigh in defeat. “I just want to understand.” You whisper. “You could at least explain things to me. Like… What’s changing? Why is it changing? What, exactly, do you need me to do? Just any information because I’m so confused.” You weren’t going to cry, but you damn well could right now.

All of this and your head and tummy still hurt.

The Master makes his way back around the side of the bed. He tosses some things next to the clothing on the bed, but he sits in front of the pile before you have a chance to see what they are. He stares at you for a moment before scooting closer and pulling you, rather awkwardly, into his arms. Once you finally settle, you’re positioned in his lap and still facing the room. You can feel how hard his hearts are beating in his chest. You don’t remember ever being able to feel his heartbeats before. It almost makes you smile. The Master rests his head on top of yours. 

“My precious girl…” He whispers into your hair. “Where should I start?” He trails off as he starts swaying the two of you side to side. “Hmmm, how about the answer I wanted you to give?”

You try to nod your head but can’t get far with the weight of his on it.

“The answer I wanted was my child.”

“Your what?” Your voice cracks.

“My child,” The Master states it so simply. “Like I said before, you got close with your little run-on thoughts. I do appreciate being seen as fatherly, well, at least to you.” He giggles wickedly. “Hm, now second, what is changing and why? The answer is everything. Your daily routine, your living arrangements, your diet and sleep, our interactions, the trips you’re allowed to go on. Honestly, I could go on for a while with this one so let’s move on to the why. The answer to that one is because I’ve had a very sudden, very aggressive change of heart… Towards you at least.” He holds you closer to his chest. “I’ve realized just how special you are dear, and I’ve realized just how much I need you in my life. I’ve woken up to the terror of not having you in my life and I never plan on doing that again.”

“What?”

“Just quiet for now, angel. What happened is in the past now… Now let’s see, what was that last question?” Before you can tell him he lets out a dramatic “ah ha”. “Yes, what do I need you to do? Hm, truly I’m not all that sure. Obviously I need you to continue to listen to me, follow the rules and schedules I set in place, accept your new role in the TARDIS, call me papa or daddy… Hm… Maybe I’m leaning more towards papa. Oh! Or you could always call me momma.” He says happily. “You’re not all that human anymore so their gendering of titles shouldn’t bother you too much anymore. Of course I won’t make you call me anything you don’t like, but as your parent I deserve the title of one.”

“Ma- Sir… You’re not my parent though…” You didn’t want to shatter his reality, but he was striking a nerve you didn’t even know you had before now.

“Yes, well, not biologically, but-”

Before he can finish you cut him off. “Not at all…” You frown and pull away from him. He grips you harder, but you still manage to get into an odd position that allows you to look at him. “We’ve spent years together and not one single time have you shown any care for me, let alone acted the way a parent would, unless that parent was abusive…” You were angry and shocked at the Master's words. His actions were disorienting and his speech was delusional. “I’m not trying to be cruel, but you have to realize that I can’t take things you do at face value. I know you too well to do that, and though I don’t know what you’re supposed to get out of this damned act, I don’t for a second buy that you just woke up one day and chose to care!”

The Master’s face holds barely contained rage. “You have no idea what I’m protecting you from.” He warns.

In an act of bitterness you say something you don’t actually mean. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it was your fault anyways.”

You’ve never spoken to him like this, and you didn’t know what possessed you to do it now. Unluckily for you the Master never seemed hesitant to put you back in your place.

The Master throws you against the bed. You’re silently glad that you didn’t land on one of the plushies with their glass eyes.

“Fine! Since you want to be so ungrateful” He hisses. “ I’ll remind you that I gave you a warning. And I’ll inform you that this is going to hurt.” He emphasizes his words with venom. “But, don’t for a single second pretend I didn’t try to keep you safe from this.”

The second his fingers touch your face your eyes slam closed. The pain that rips through your body is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The feeling of flesh tearing and bones breaking. The pain mostly resonates in your stomach, in your head. It feels like you're being torn open and your head is being slammed into a wall. Images start flashing through your mind. The start of an adventure, the terror of a chase. A familiar looking monster, the same one the Master hung above the fire, snarls and snaps at you. Everything hurts and you’re so scared. You think you might be screaming but you can’t tell if it’s you now or you then. You can feel yourself dying all over again.

When your eyes open again you’re pressed tightly against the Master, laying on your side in his grip. Your whole body shakes, and you understand now what it’s like to experience pure agony. Your lungs feel like they’ve been filled with cement. You’re surprised you haven’t puked. All you can do is stare into the time lord's chest. No sobs leave your mouth. No words pass your lips. You can’t even move your arms if you wanted to.

“I know, love… Such a terrible thing.” He kisses your forehead and some of the pain starts to dull. “Do you see why I have to protect you now? I can’t have you dying on me like that all the time now. Clearly you aren’t strong enough for that kind of thing. Don’t worry, dear, papa’s going to take magnificent care of you.” The Master kisses your forehead again, lingering there for a moment. “That reminds me. Have to get you ready to go back to bed.” You didn't respond when he looked down at you, still too busy recalculating every moment. “Oh, yes so terrible I know, you’ve only been up for a few hours, but if you don’t rest up your body can’t heal.” He explains it like you’re a child, then again, to him you are. “Aren’t going to make this easy on me huh?”

He has a slightly sweet but mostly sadistic smile on his face. A grin that screams how proud he is of his victory over your minor argument.

The Master lifts you up, and if you had the ability you would scream out at the pain it causes. You fall straight into his chest, gaping like a fish as your lungs try to catch air. He rubs your back for what feels like, to you, several hours. Really it was only 4 minutes.

“I know, angel.” He pouts in an invalidating way. “As soon as we get you changed you can lay down and sleep away all this nasty stuff, okay?”

Every move he forces your body into feels like you’re being drowned in lava. Halfway through the process that you hadn’t been able to pay attention to, the pain started to become bearable. You feel something odd against your butt, it feels soft but cotton-y, padded. You have no energy to look down to see what the alien man is dressing you in. You have no energy to argue. And, aside from the weird padded thing, the fabric covering your legs to your arms and neck was incredibly comfy. 

When the time lord shuffles you around again you let out an involuntary whine. You didn’t think you’d be able to make a sound right now, so you startled yourself a bit. It isn’t that the movement is painful, though it is. The problem is the discomfort. It feels like you were being stretched and twisted into a pretzel. In just a few seconds the Master laid you back on your side. You almost let out a sigh of relief, but your lungs still don't feel like they have enough in them for that.

He settles back into the pink bed next to you. He tucks you in under the blankets and starts to draw you back into his chest, but stops. “Oh, I almost forgot!” The Master jumps out of the bed and disappears somewhere in the room. You stare at the mattress in his absence.

He rushes back and lays back down on his side facing you. You don’t get a chance to think of questioning his actions because you’re too busy being mortified by the paci he shoves into your mouth. You want to try and spit it back out but your mouth refuses to work with you.

The Master pulls you back against his chest, and despite how badly you wanted nothing to do with him at the moment, you relax under his hold. Though you don’t know if that was a conscious decision or your body doing what it needs to. His arms are warm. You find it grounding and soft the way he pets your hair down.

“Go to sleep, my darling girl. I’ll keep you safe.”

You don’t want to listen to him, but your eyes feel so heavy. He always has been a source of comfort even when he was the reason for your fear. You suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to give in to it just this once. You can go back to arguing with him about this insanity some other time. Right now, you can lay here, do your best to comprehend the trauma you’ve just remembered, enjoy the first bit of comfort you’ve been offered in years, and do your damndest to get some sleep.

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Really Good, Actually | Kylian Mbappé fic

| Summary: A Madrid-based creative unexpectedly finds herself leading the rebranding of Kylian Mbappé. Between cold coffees, impossible deadlines, and tense creative sessions, something more than just a campaign begins to take shape. An ironic, intimate, and emotionally sharp story about the chaos of feeling alive just when you thought you were only surviving.

| 3.9k words

| You can read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

CHAPTER 3:

Monday starts with a word no one around you seems willing to say out loud: feedback.

But it’s everywhere, in your inbox, the comments on the shared PDF, the voice notes your boss records like he’s telling bedtime stories to an insomniac toddler.

And you, who had the wildly naive hope of making some quiet progress today, are now trapped in an endless chain of revisions, versions, nuances, and phrases like “this is good, but maybe we could find something more authentic.”

More authentic than what, you have no idea. Maybe your current existence.

You honestly can’t remember the last time someone sent you a message that said: “it’s perfect, don’t change a thing.” In your world, feedback is always long, contradictory, and laced with passive-aggressive gems like: “this works, but could we push it a little further?”

Lately, all you get are scattered comments from his PR head, each one soaked in that kind of ambiguity that should honestly be illegal:

“We think the tone is good, but is there a way to make it warmer without losing depth?” “We love the sincerity, but we don’t want it to feel vulnerable.” “Kylian’s read it and says it’s going well.” (Which part? When? What did he understand?)

It’s all like that—vague opinions, nonspecific compliments, contradictory questions sent your way like cryptic horoscopes. One message literally says:

“Do you think the angle is too intimate?” And four lines down: “We love the emotional closeness. Let’s amplify it.”

What doesn’t show up anywhere, at all, is Kylian.

Kylian isn’t in the office. Not in your inbox. Not on Zoom. No signs of life, except for the occasional “seen” check on the group chat you share with his team.

The first time you see the little blue tick, your emotional stomach twists a little. The second time, you just sip your coffee and ignore it. The third, you don’t even bother reacting.

It’s been a week since you saw him.

No one mentions it directly, but the silence around his name has the exact shape of the space he used to take up when he’d just show up. Unannounced, unapologetic, settling into the chair next to yours like he belonged there.

And you keep telling yourself this is better. Now you can work with more focus. More method. More efficiency. That you don’t need to see him to know what he’s trying to say. That this is work, professional, strategic, logical.

But that’s not entirely true.

Because every line you write, every block you structure, every mental image you craft… has him at the center.

And not in a “campaign protagonist” way. In a “this only works if it’s real” kind of way.

Sometimes, you feel like messaging him. Saying:

“If you don’t get involved, this is going to turn into exactly what you didn’t want.”

But you don’t. Because that wasn’t the deal. You don’t want to seem more invested than you’re supposed to be. And because if he’s not showing up, you are not going to beg.

Your day starts every morning with a watery office coffee and the promise, made to yourself, not to overthink things. To just do the job, stick to the assignment, move forward with the production plan.

And yet, every time you open the script, every time you reread a line, you get stuck in the way the words sound when you imagine them in his voice.

You don’t do it on purpose. It’s not cheap romanticism or some overblown obsession. It’s something else. It’s professionalism contaminated by intuition. It’s knowing, deep down, that this project is only going to work if you manage to tell something that feels true. Something that doesn’t sound like it was designed by committee or wrapped in off-the-shelf storytelling.

And that, unfortunately, doesn’t get written on autopilot.

Lucía, who glides past your desk with the smoothness of someone already two coffees in, drops a chocolate bar without saying a word. You just look up at her like she’s thrown you a life raft in the middle of a shipwreck.

“Did you shower today?” she asks.

“Yes. But my self-esteem didn’t.”

“Perfect. You’re ready for another ‘aligning expectations’ meeting.”

The meeting is with Marta, someone from PR, and Guillermo, who showed up in a printed shirt and the energy of someone who still hasn’t realized it’s too late to change careers.

Between jokes and phrases like “let’s land the concept,” you spend half the morning arguing whether a scene in the video needs more organic music, or if “organic” is already too burned-out as a concept.

Guillermo suggests layering sounds from the Paris metro with flamenco clapping. You blink.

“Why not?” he says. “It’s culturally transversal.”

“It’s culturally schizophrenic, Guillermo.”

Lucía writes the line down. She says it’s going straight into her list of “things Y/N says that Guillermo should never forget.”

Kylian’s PR rep, joining in from a Pinterest-Corporate blurred background, nods politely to everything. Every time you pitch something, she says “I like it” or “could work,” but you never know if that means keep going or shut it down.

After the third video call of the day, Guillermo flops onto the Scandinavian-room couch and says: “I’m thinking of becoming a creative coach.”

“Based on what experience?”

“Based on having lots of ideas and zero desire to execute them.”

Lucía looks at you. And you laugh. Because you don’t have the strength to cry.

By midweek, one thing is clear: the project is taking shape. Or at least, it has a skeleton. You’ve rewritten the script three times, reorganized the thematic blocks, renamed the files seven times, cut out beautiful lines that no longer fit, left gaps where you have no idea what to put, and created a folder titled “final versions (for real this time).”

After hanging up one of those long, daily PR calls, Lucía walks into the room with two glasses of wine stolen from a client launch you’ve both already forgotten about.

“I have five theories,” she says.

“About what?”

“About why he’s not showing up.”

She lists them aloud, while pouring more wine:

He’s testing whether you can handle the pressure without him.

He’s secretly working on a parallel campaign reinventing himself as a visual artist.

He’s afraid of falling in love with you.

He’s completely out of the loop because his PR filters everything with ‘everything’s going fine.’

He’s just super busy with the season and the seventeen million matches he has to play.

“Option five feels very real.”

“Option three too.” she says. 

You look at her, not knowing whether to laugh or run away. You decide that, for today, you’ll just leave it on pause.

He’ll show up. Or he won’t.

But you’ve got a script that, for the first time, is starting to feel like a real story.

The tension of the project starts to shift into something else when, on a Thursday afternoon, you find yourself closing your laptop at the exact moment Lucía and Guillermo shoot up from their desks like someone had just pulled a fire alarm.

“Y/N, you’re coming to the afterwork, right?” Lucía throws at you as she passes by, with that mix of invitation and subtle scolding in her voice.

You lift your eyes from the script and give her your best poker face. You feel like you’ve been staring at screens for two days straight until your pupils started begging for help, but there’s something in the way Lucía looks at you that makes you think that if you don’t go, the afternoon is going to feel even longer than it already has.

“After... what?” you ask, faking ignorance, while slowly getting up from your desk.

“Afterwork. Beers. Ending up drunk at karaoke. One of those stupid things that cures post-feedback syndrome.” Lucía shrugs. “Guillermo organized it. You bring the vibes.”

Right then, Guillermo appears dragging the box of the good donuts, the ones he’s been hiding from José Luis for days, like a hidden treasure.

“Idea!” he announces, with a mischievous smile. “These donuts, well, what’s left of them, my place, beers, I introduce you to my new cat Pipo, and we invite my neighbor.”

Lucía and you exchange a look. For a second, your mind drifts back to the script, to the words that have been echoing in your head for days, and you catch yourself realizing how absurd it would be to turn all of it into a drunken game.

“What if instead we stick to the plan and order a gin-tonic every time someone says authenticity?” Lucía proposes, raising an eyebrow. “I need an excuse to get drunk the way I want to.”

You agree, because you know you need it: some time away from screens and notes, a moment where you can feel there’s still life outside of a script about solitude and “fractures.”

You change in a makeshift bathroom closet next to the printer (which, by the way, is still broken). Lucía steps out in a wine-colored dress, and you in jeans that finally let you breathe for the first time in days, and a black strappy corset-style top.

You walk two blocks to a bar with discreet neon lights and worn wooden high tables. The waiter greets you with that calculated indifference of someone who’s seen everything, except maybe someone ordering “a gin-tonic of authenticity, please.”

You order rounds of beer and a gin for the bet. You sit between Lucía and Guillermo, with the echo of your department coworkers' laughter floating through the glass door.

“How’s that ‘fracture’ section going?” Guillermo asks, teasing you from the first sip.

“Fracture,” because Lucía and Guillermo have decided that between you and Kylian, there’s been a breakup. You close your eyes for a second, bring the beer to your lips and say:

“Fracture’s going fine. Now it just needs to leave the document and find a space in my stomach, where it actually hurts.”

Lucía claps silently, palm pressed to her chest, and you’re surprised at how seen you feel without anyone asking for more. Because sometimes, just saying “it hurts” is enough for someone to offer you a solidarity seat.

The night moves along with agency stories, inside jokes about impossible briefs, and yes, the classic “authenticity” drop from some guy at the next table, which prompts you to hush Lucía before the bar decides to collectively cancel you.

And just then, you see the glass door shift: it’s him. He’s wearing jeans, a plain tee, and that brown leather jacket that suits him so damn well. He doesn’t walk in right away; he stops at the threshold, rocking his weight from one foot to the other, as if scanning the place while waiting for his three companions.

Your breath stumbles. Lucía and Guillermo both look at you, knowing exactly what this means.

“Y/N, I think your challenge just leveled up,” Lucía whispers, smirking with complicity.

He’s already seen the table, already seen Lucía and Guillermo, and finally makes his way over with that calm of his that slows down everyone else’s pulse.

“Mind if we join you?” he asks softly, almost like he needs permission just to breathe.

Lucía improvises chairs out of three stools and slides them in with a theatrical gesture.

“You had to ask?”

He sits next to you. The background noise fades. Your hand trembles around your beer.

“Mind if I order a round of gin for everyone?” Lucía asks, half-smiling.

“The bet still stands,” Guillermo replies.

He raises the gin like a soldier toasting in silence, and you’re forced to choose between drinking and smiling. You do both. The gin burns your throat a little, and when you lower the glass, he’s glancing sideways at you.

“You got the ‘intimacy’ section under control?” Kylian asks without preamble.

Your heart makes a metallic sound.

“I mean... I’m refining it,” you answer.

“Perfect,” he says. “Because I’d like to hear it.”

And just like that, with no further setup, the night becomes an open canvas of possibilities: Laughter masking insecurities, looks dancing dangerously close to the edge of what hasn’t been said, and that quiet pull to lean in a little closer without anyone making too much noise when shifting their chair.

And so, between beers, gin-tonics, and word-trigger bets, you discover that the most valuable feedback wasn’t buried in PDFs or shared folders, but in an unexpected toast that spins the whole spirit of the project around… and maybe something else, too.

The music drops a few degrees, but the pulse of the night still thumps in your temples when he leans in and whispers, voice just barely louder than a brush of lips:

“Need some air?”

You nod before thinking, and he gently takes your forearm, as if afraid that one wrong move might scare you off. You step out into the bar’s small back patio, where soft yellow string lights warm the chill and only the faint clinking of glasses and laughter filters through the glass door.

The air outside greets you without questions. You take off your jacket and hang it over the back of a chair, fully aware of his fingers brushing your shoulder as he steps aside to help. You lean against the metal railing, and from the corner of your eye, you see him approach, slow, measured. There’s something about the way he moves, deliberate and aware, that disorients you more than any script you’ve ever written.

“I needed this,” he says, not looking away from your profile. “The bar was… you know.”

You nod, and you’re surprised at how natural the shared excuse sounds now, like something you’d rehearsed.

His eyes lock with yours when you turn.

The city’s murmur becomes the perfect soundtrack, and suddenly everything else disappears: the beers, Lucía singing off-key somewhere inside, Guillermo with his over-the-top accent.

Your heart beats with a rhythm you don’t recognize. You want to say something clever, something that diffuses the tension, but what comes out is:

“I guess… we just needed a breather.”

He tilts his head, weighing your words, then reaches out and gently brushes the side of your wrist. The contact is brief, no more than a blink, but it burns your skin. 

In that tiny moment, you feel the heat of his palm, the texture of his jacket, and the fracture in the invisible wall you’ve both built, from the first meeting to this night.

“You’re different,” he murmurs. “When you work, I mean.”

He bites his lower lip, as if looking for something more concrete to follow that up. You respond with a soft smile, feeling something open wide and glowing in your chest:

“And you’re different. When you’re not working.”

There’s a perfect silence, where the words evaporate midair. He takes one step closer, and that step turns the railing into both a boundary and a bridge. You want to lean in, to brush your lips against his, but something in his gaze holds you back, desire, yes, but also hesitation, care.

He sighs, and the tension breaks with a quiet nod:

“Let’s go back in, yeah?”

You nod again, and as you turn toward the door, you feel his hand graze your back, guiding you without rush. In that touch, there’s a silent agreement: tonight, for the first time, something more than a project has started writing itself between the two of you.

The hangover from the night before hits right at nine a.m., when you walk into the agency with the under-eyes of a nocturnal mapmaker. The first light of the day slips between the briefing pages and reminds you that today is the big day: filming begins tomorrow in Italy, and you need to have everything tied up before you fly.

You step into the Scandinavian room—empty, silent, almost reverent—and turn on your computer.

In front of you, a document titled “FINAL Version – Rome Script” blinks like a lighthouse on the screen. You open the outline: 1. Intimate intro / 2. Journey / 3. Conquest and contradiction / 4. Breaking point / 5. Rebirth...

Your task this morning is to fill in section 3 with the latest footage: the studio photoshoot, the voiceover you’d left pending, and the bridging music that will link the narrative to the airplane shot sequence.

You start rewriting the voiceover. Writing long, weighty lines, trying to find the precise tone:

“To pass through the silence’s shadow, to rise above the noise of fame, to find in the air the possibility of becoming something new.”

You feel the weight of every word: this isn’t a slogan, it’s the promise of an emotional journey.

Meanwhile, you reorganize the image folder: You select close-ups of his hands tying his sneakers, his breath held just before the final whistle, the reflection of the moon on his cycling helmet in that clip from the French national team. You rename the files with codes only you understand: “hand_01,” “breathe_03,” “moon_02.”

Mid-morning, your phone vibrates with a short message:

Prod Team: PLANE READY. BOARDING 16:00H PRIVATE RUNWAY.

You close the document and laugh, unsure whether it’s from nerves or relief. You check the time: just enough for a coffee you won’t drink, a sandwich you won’t eat, and a taxi ride to the airfield.

You hop into a cab that smells like old leather and gasoline. On the way, you mentally run through your storyboard sequence. You know the best shots will be the ones where he doesn’t realize he’s being filmed, when he talks about his childhood in that low, unguarded voice.

When you arrive, the guard greets you with indifference and opens the walkway hatch. In front of you stands the Gulfstream: white, polished, its doors half-open like it’s giving you a confident wink. You fixate for a second on the embroidered logo on the wings, a stylized KM that almost looks like a heartbeat, before climbing the stairs.

Inside, the jet is another dimension: cream upholstery, warm light integrated into the panels, leather seats that recline and swivel. The production team is already there, waiting with two cases full of hard drives, wireless mics, and catering that smells like fresh bread and strong coffee. No one looks at you strangely, everyone’s focused on final technical details.

You settle into the seat on the right, right across from the folding table. You spot the back of Kylian’s head, tilted down, as he scrolls through his phone. 

He looks up suddenly, sees you, and gives you a half-smile, saying nothing. You quickly glance away, like his seat is some kind of forbidden territory. But the gesture carries something like complicity: you both know that in a few hours, you’ll be filming the first sequences together in the city.

The engine hums softly and soon you’re rising above Madrid’s rooftops. After a couple of hours, the landscape shifts to dark patches dotted with lights: highways glowing like rivers of fire, small towns scattered across the plains, until the first signs of Italy flicker on the cockpit’s radar screens.

As you descend into Rome, you spot the Coliseum glowing in the distance and a mosaic of winding streets barely visible in the night. The plane touches down in silence. The airfield guard welcomes you with a curt nod and, in minutes, you’re inside a black van waiting at the terminal.

The drive to the hotel takes you past avenues lined with cypress trees and façades bathed in the soft glow of streetlamps. In the rearview mirror, you see Kylian, leaned back in his seat, focused on his phone. You’re reviewing your notebook with the shoot plans: tomorrow starts in a villa on the outskirts, with views of the Tiber and a sunset you could slice with a knife.

At the hotel, a restored Baroque-style mansion turned boutique stay, you’re welcomed with a warm “Benvenuti” echoing through the marble lobby and a faint scent of limoncello.

The concierge hands you the keycards: 213 for you, 214 for him. In the carpeted hallway, you pass each other for a brief second: he turns left, you turn right.

Inside your room, warm light surrounds you: heavy curtains, a walnut desk, a bed perfectly dressed in crisp white linens. You drop your suitcase onto a chair, turn on the vanity lamp, and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, the travel fatigue drawing shadows beneath your eyes, but also a trace of anticipation glowing behind them.

[impala-dreamer]

Meet Me At The Beach

A Supernatural Story

~ Texting and emails can feel so impersonal. There's nothing quite like exchanging tangible, handwritten letters with someone you love...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

4,025 Words

Warnings: Bittersweet Angst. SFW. 

A/N: This is for @jacklesversebingo "Writing Letters To Each Other" was the prompt. I hope you enjoy...

June 2

Dear Dean, 

This feels so weird. Do people really write letters anymore? Am I going to get strange looks at the post office when I go to buy a stamp? Will they even know what to do with this tiny envelope and folded piece of loose-leaf paper? I almost don’t know how to write anymore. My script looks kinda like chicken scratch, huh? Hopefully it’ll get better. It is weird not typing though. But emails just seem like work. Impersonal, ya know? Besides, it gives us something to look forward to when we hit the mailbox. Nice to open something that’s not a delinquent credit card bill, huh? 

Speaking of which- how the fuck do you do it? I just got another card canceled. My credit is non-existent. Fuck, I need to get a job. Could you imagine me in an office? High heels and panty hose and my hair tucked into a neat, matronly bun? I shudder to think! 

OK, this is weird. I just wanted to write “LOL” but it’s not an email. Or a text. Why are we doing this again? Oh, yeah, see above. 

Anyhoo- - - - I don’t even know what to say! Umm… I’m in New Orleans for a bit. Not working, just hanging out. My friend Emily from high school tracked me down online and we’ve been chatty. She’s in a band. They’re not bad. Not great, but not bad. So yeah, I took a drive down to see a show and I’m just lingering. Drinking too much, sleeping past noon. It’s fun. Nice little vacation. 

Which - ahem - you should be taking. When are you gonna get your ass out of that dusty old bunker and stick your toes in the sand? I already told you I’d meet you in Pensacola with sunscreen and a cooler of beer. You know you want to. Or are you just scared to show off your ugly toes in flip flops? Your boots might actually cry if you ever took them off, so I guess it’s just as well. 

Hey, do you remember that night in Richmond when it started pouring and your boots sank into the mud puddle? God, that was a mess. We were soaked to the bone. Nice way to warm up, though - cuddled in the back of the Impala. I miss that car. Sometimes, I think I can hear it at night when the world is quiet and the wind is still. It’s like the engine roars in the back of my mind and I start thinking about all our adventures, all the time we spent driving into the sunset. 

I miss you. Is that wrong? I probably shouldn’t. Or at least, I shouldn’t tell you that I do. But I do. I miss you so bad sometimes that it hurts. Like someone has punched me right in the chest. Maybe we can end up in the same town soon. Grab some tacos and sit on the hood. Make a mess. I’d like that. 

OK, before I get too emotional and start asking you to run away with me, I think I’ll end this ranting scribble of horrid handwriting. 

Write me back soon.

Love, Y/N

June 21 

Y/N- 

Your handwriting does not look like chicken scratch. I like it. Mine is like some toddler just learning his letters. Whatever. I never learned that fancy shit. I can sign my name and make a grocery list. That’s all I need. 

This is weird, yeah. But it’s kinda nice. Feels more… like you’re here. Does that make sense? Like seeing your handwriting, the dents in the paper- I don’t know. Just feels more real. Like you’re not just some computer talking back at me. Also there’s something strange about answering questions weeks later. I meant to write this sooner, but I got a little distracted. There was a Kung Fu marathon on and I just lost track of time. Too much pizza, not enough Carradine. Ya know? You know. 

Remember that horrible motel in Raleigh when we both caught that nasty stomach bug and stayed up all night watching old tv shows? Saltines and Little House. I’ll never forget it. You were so sick that day. Shit, I was sure I was gonna end up taking you to the hospital. Sure, I was puking too, but you looked like death. I hated that. Hated that I couldn’t help you, make you feel better. I did cook up a mean chicken noodle soup though, didn’t I? Not that it stayed down for long. 

Thank god for that yellow Gatorade. And yes- it’s fucking yellow. Not green. 

Anyway- I miss you too. I try not to, I really do. Not all the time, no offense, but sometimes I’m just fucking insane with shit going on. But at night, especially, I miss having you beside me. I miss rolling over and seeing you there, or hearing you snore. I miss feeling your freezing feet under the blanket. I don’t know, I just- 

What can I say? I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I’m the biggest piece of shit in the universe. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. 

Can’t change the past. Just gotta move on. 

Maybe someday you’ll forgive me. I hope so anyway. 

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t dump that all out in a letter. I almost ripped this all up and started over. I actually let it sit for a day before I came back to it. But, fuck it- we said we were gonna write to each other and be honest, and here I am, being honest. 

Fuck, I’m so tired. That kinda tired when sleeping for ten days wouldn’t even put a dent in it. Yeah, OK, so things are getting a little better. Chuck’s gone for good this time. Jack’s got things back in place, even made a few improvements. Sam’s- well, he’s Sam. He’s fine, doing his thing. The dog is- did I tell you we have a dog now? Yeah, I know. Me and a dog- yeah right. But we do. Miracle. He’s a good boy. I’ll send you a picture soon. 

Never thought I could slow down like this. Feels like for the first time we can just - work. I mean, I’m never gonna give up hunting, not totally, but- feels like I could just ease back a bit. Been looking at some jobs in town- nothing crazy, fixing engines and stuff like that. Don’t know if you remember, but I’m pretty good with my hands. 

Did you blush? 

You did. 

OK. I guess- that’s it for now. I have no fucking idea how to end this so - bye?

~ Dean

P.S.  I’ll meet you at the beach soon. I promise.

Fifteenth of July 

To Whom It May Concern:

Re: Beach Vacation

Dear Mr. Winchester, 

I am very pleased to hear that you are agreeable to meeting me at the beach. It should be delightful fun to run through the surf and hunt for sea glass with you.

Oh shit! Do you remember that new age shop in… where the fuck was that? With the sea glass necklaces in the window that I said were so pretty and the witch inside said they were blessed to give the wearer riches or some shit like that. Where was that? Who knows.

Feels like we’ve been all over the world together. Well, this country at least. Lord knows I could never get you on an airplane. If only you could drive to Paris. Did I ever tell you about my trip to France? God, it was beautiful. Rained the whole time, but it was this beautiful, warm spring rain that made everything smell like dust and petals. Not rose petals, but those little white ones that grow on trees, ya know? It was so beautiful. Fuck it. I’m taking you one day. You need to see more than the dash of your car and the backroads of America. Time to travel!

Speaking of- I’m glad you’re slowing down a bit. I know that won’t be easy for you but if you think about it, you’ve spent the last forty years running from problem to problem like a damned bomb-sniffing dog. 

A DOG?! Dean Winchester, I never thought the day would come. I can’t wait to see a picture. Don’t forget it next time. 

I think you’d be a great mechanic. It was always very hot seeing you covered in sweat and grease especially if you had those damned coveralls on. I mean… what? I don’t think about you like that anymore, you know. It’s over and done with and we’re just friends. We are friends, aren’t we? Maybe something more than friends, I guess. Ex lovers? Ew. I hate that word. Lovers. So gross. Well, then what are we? Just two souls swimming in a fish bowl…

Year after year. Day after day. Do you know that I put nearly a hundred thousand miles on my poor truck this year? Back and forth, up and down the country. I don’t have to tell you how exhausting it is. Fun, but exhausting. Rewarding, but not. I wonder how many people remember me after I leave? Does that family in New Haven think about me whenever they go into the basement and it’s no longer haunted? Is there a photo of me on a fridge in Wilmington where I saved that guy’s fiance from the vamp nest? Probably not. I’m sure people remember you - The Great Dean Winchester. The sexy hunter with the green eyes and the giant black car. You’re hard to forget. Also, you hang out with a giant. Tell Sam I said hi. 

I do remember that puke fest! And it’s green. It’s literally neon green. Fight me. 

We could probably write a book, you and me. ‘Winchester & Y/L/N Do America’. It’s a coffee table book with pictures of random diner signs and gas station bathrooms. Maybe a list of the country’s best french fry places. Shit like that. Let’s do it. I’ll call my literary agent in the morning. Ha!

SPARTA!! That’s where that damned sea glass shop was. It just hit me! Stupid brain. I swear, I’ve been hit in the head way too many times. Broken too many bones. I’m getting too old for this shit. Did you know that my left knee pops whenever I stand up now? Like, how old am I?? I can’t stand it. I need a month at a spa somewhere in the desert. That’d be nice. 

Damnit. I just got a call from Vinnie Alverez. Do you know him? Hunter out of Pittsburg. Anyway- he needs help on a job. Guess I’ll cut this letter short. Hopefully I’ll find a box to drop this in on the way to PA! 

Miss you. 

Sincerely yours, 

Y/N

P.S. - I do forgive you, Dean. Of course I do. Things were just too hard back then. Life didn’t want to cooperate for us. It’s not your fault. Not my fault. It just was. Please don’t carry that guilt in your heart. You deserve better than that. 

August 2

Dear Y/N- 

You’re a real character, you know that? Love the corporate letter. I’m in for the book by the way. Could be awesome. We do need a full chapter on onion rings though. Make a note. 

I heard about your hunt in Pittsburgh. Came through the grapevine that you kicked some serious wolf ass. Nice job, kid. Hope you’re being careful. I know how bullheaded and impulsive you can get when you’re in the zone. Just watch your back, OK? Promise me. Last thing I wanna hear is that you got your heart clawed out or you’re walking around with a demon in your ass. 

Demons. Haven’t seen so many running around lately. Queen Rowena’s been keeping them in check. So fucking weird that she’s in charge now. Not that I’m surprised- she’s a badass bitch. If I had a nickel for every ruler of hell I was friends with, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. The kids still say that, don’t they? See, I’m not old. I keep up with pop culture and shit. Started watching the tik toks. I still don’t get it, but I like the woodturning stuff. Thinking about taking up whittling. Maybe carve you a keychain so you stop losing them. 

I got a call for a job interview. Chickened out though. I don’t know if I’m ready to start all that, ya know? Start a real life in the real world- just seems- I don’t know, scary. Yeah, I’ve faced every deadly thing on this and other worlds but the idea of getting a 9 to 5 civilian job scares me. I’m some kinda fucked up, huh? 

I think about it a lot though. Getting a job, finding a little house somewhere, settling down. A little fenced in yard so Miracle can run around and dig up dirt. Might put a rocking chair on the porch and watch the clouds, some shit like that. Would you come visit me in my Barbie dream house? I’ll cook you breakfast every morning and you can rub my feet at night. Real cozy couple stuff. 

OK, so maybe I’m thinking about you more and more these days. Maybe I’m regretting leaving. Maybe I’m just an idiot daydreaming about meeting you somewhere in the middle and sweeping you off your feet. One of those running hugs that hurts when you collide but ends in a kiss that makes everything feel better. I’m a real romantic fuck, huh? I was digging through my drawers yesterday and I found a pair of your socks. Those tiny ones that barely covered your ankle. I don’t know why they were stuffed in the back of the dresser, but there they were. Dingy white socks with the pink threads on the toes. I’ll bring them to the beach when we meet up. 

Oh, Sam says hi and he hopes you’re good and he wants you to shoot him a text when you can. You can do what you want, but you better not mail him a letter. That’s just for me. God, my hand is cramping up. I’m not used to this. Oh, and you’re not alone. My knee creaks like a haunted house when I go up stairs now. And my right wrist pops, and my neck makes this weird almost squeaking sound, and my ass- well, I could go on, but just know you’re not alone. Kinda weird to think that we lived long enough to be this old, ain’t it? I never thought I’d live to be thirty and here I am staring down 42. Forty Fucking Two. Can you believe that shit? Goddamnit I got old. Let’s go find a nursing home together. Maybe we can get a double room- or a king sized bed?

Think about it. We could be cranky old people together. Losing our memories and shuffling around with walkers and shit. You’d look cute with white hair. And fuck, my beard’s already going gray. Should I grow out my beard? 

Write back soon. I really like seeing your letters in the box. 

Dean  x

My dearest Dean Winchester, it is with great happiness that I write this letter to you and I do hope that it finds you well and happy and all good things and I can’t keep this formal shit up. Ha!

Anyway- but yeah, things are good. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I was on a little trip around the continent. Headed up to Montreal for a bit. Killed some nasties, salted some bones, generally fucked around. My beloved truck crapped out in Burlington, Vermont, so I had to hang out there for a while and gather my resources to get a new vehicle. I think you’d like her. Green Ford Explorer from ‘94. OK, she’s not as sexy as the Impala, but she gets me where I need to go. Which, apparently, was Maine! I met up with some friends in Greenville. Cute little town full of witchcraft. So much fun. Also had a lobster roll on a pier… I swear to god, they plucked this thing right out of the water and slapped it on a buttered roll. You’d LOVE it. I’m gonna take you there someday. 

Speaking of- We need to make plans for Florida. I picked up a little bikini on my travels and I think I really need to show it off. Maybe you could be my bodyguard and keep the creeps away while I’m sunbathing? To repay you for your services, I’ll gladly let you take it off me at night…

Oh, and I’ve thought about this extensively, and I believe that you should, in fact, grow your beard out. Like, full on, bushy lumberjack beard. I can’t wait to see all that gray. You know I have a thing for older men… and you’ll always be older than me, Dean Winchester and don’t you forget it!

And for your information, I don’t lose my keys anymore! I got one of those… apple taggy things. Now I know where they are at all times. Can’t find my phone to find them sometimes, but that’s another issue. 

Two weeks later, I’m picking up my pen again. Sorry this is taking forever. Things are stupid busy. I wish I could just… put this fucking gun down and go live with you on a farm somewhere. Not a working farm, we wouldn’t keep pigs or anything because gross, but a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Big white house with a giant tree in the yard and a tire swing and a picket fence and a kid chasing the dog around and - 

Shit. Do you ever think about it? I do. A lot. More than I’d like to and it fucking cuts me up inside every time. I know we could never have kept it, and life- I mean- it just wasn’t meant to be. But I do think about it sometimes. Imagine if we’d just walked away from the life and tried to be a family? Impossible, I know. Maybe in another life. 

Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck. Ignore me. I haven’t slept in a while and I just

I want to see you. Can we meet somewhere? Wherever you want. I’ll come to you. 

~ Y/N 

Dear Dean, 

This is my second attempt at writing this. Crumpled up the first one because I’m an idiot. Am I an idiot? Did I piss you off with the last letter? I honestly didn’t mean to. I just- we said we’d be honest, and you’ve been so open in your letters that I thought it was ok to talk about, but I guess not. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have dug that stuff up. 

I’m so tired and stressed and I miss you so much. Since we’ve been writing back and forth it’s almost like I can’t stop thinking about you. I get so fucking excited to check the mail whenever I roll back into town. It’s like… I don’t know, it’s like Christmas every time I see your handwriting in my box. Remember the time you wrote your name on my thigh in Sharpie? That stayed on for like a week. I shoulda gotten it inked on. That’d be something, huh? Branded by a Winchester. 

Fuck, Dean, I really hope you’re not mad at me. I really want to call you, but we said we wouldn’t. Just write me back, please. 

I’ll be in your neck of the woods next week. Got turned onto a haunting up in Abilene. Maybe we can meet on the road somewhere? Please? 

Hey, did you know there’s a Hunter, Kansas? Wonder why they didn’t build the bunker there. I don’t know, made me laugh when I was looking at the map. 

Anyway- Please write me back. Or call. Or text. Or send a damned pigeon with a tiny letter taped to its foot. I don’t care, how, just do it please. Even if you’re mad at me and don’t want to talk anymore, I get it. But please. Just let me know, OK?

I’m sorry. 

Love, Y/N

Dear Y/N,

I didn’t know you and my brother were writing to each other like this, but I found your last few letters to him in his private P.O. Box. I didn’t even know he had one of his own, but I guess we all keep secrets from those we love. I hope you don’t mind that I read your letters. Not all of them, but the last two that came through. Please know that Dean would have responded if he could have, I know he would have. He talked about you a lot recently. Said you two were in contact and that he was hoping to find some time to meet you for a vacation. I don’t know where you guys were planning on going, but I found a new Hawiian shirt in his closet with the tags still on it. 

I know we spoke on the phone after he passed, but I wanted to send this to you. I was cleaning up his stuff and found his notepad. Looks like he’d started a letter before we left for Canton. I think he’d want you to have it. 

I’m closing up the Bunker soon. I don’t really know where I’ll go, but I can’t be here right now. Not without my brother. 

I’ll always be around if you need anything or want to talk. I’ll always answer the phone for you, Y/N. 

Be well,

Sam Winchester

Y/N/N, 

If I could take it back I would. Every fucking word. I think about it now and I know we made the wrong choice. I know we could have made it work if we tried. But we are both total fuck ups who can’t be normal. We just can’t. 

Forgive me

That’s dog slobber up there, not tears. Just fyi. Definitely not tears. I think I might have been a little drunk when I started writing and then well-

Anyway- Maine sounds awesome. We were there once but no time for lobster rolls. Guess I missed out. 

Not much to report since the last letter. Been kinda quiet here. But… I did apply for a job. Well, I filled out the application. Well, I started filling it out. It’s actually underneath this notepad right now. I’ll get to it. I will. I just need a good kick in the ass. Or maybe a pinch… wink wink

I absolutely think we need to get together. Pick some place stupid like the World’s Largest Frying Pan or South of The Border. I’ll meet you. Just say when. 

Guess this letter will take a little longer to finish. We’re leaving for Ohio in a little bit. There’s a buncha vampire dicks making a mess. Gonna take ‘em to batting practice. Show them my machete swing. I’ll give a full report when we’re back home

Dean Dean, 

I made it to the beach. It’s hot, like stupid hot. Had to stand in the water just to keep my toes from burning. I’ve been sitting here for hours trying to think of something to say, but all I can say is I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I wish things had been different. I wish and wish and wish. 

If I throw this into the ocean will it get to you somehow or will my words just wash away like the sand? 

I’ll see you again someday. I hope so, anyway. Let’s just pretend I’m destined for Heaven. I know you’re up there. You were too good not to be. You sacrificed so much, cared so much, saved so many people. I know you made it. If there’s any mercy in this universe, I’ll be up there someday too. Just don’t have too much fun without me. 

I love you, Dean. Always. 

Y/N

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[buckychristwrites]

This Night | OS | r.k.

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: It's a beautiful day for a youth football match, where you are the brand new coach. And what better way to start it than meet the infamous uncle of one of your players?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: It's just fluff, lads. Roy Kent with a toddler. Reader is a mom

A/N: Took a break from Could This Be to write this. First time writing for Roy as the main! I hope you all enjoy! :)

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“Alright, first match as a coach.”

You stared in the mirror, adjusting your cap for a second time. The nerves were eating you alive, and you had to pretend you weren’t completely nauseous, due to the fact that if you focused on it too much, you would, indeed, throw up.

“You can do this!” You told your reflection, pulling at the hem of your jacket. This had been how the last ten minutes had gone; mantras and adjusting your clothing. At this rate, you were never going to leave the house, let alone coach the game.

A tiny figure appeared in the mirror behind you, running up and pressing her tiny, pudgy fingers into the glass. 

“You got this!” She squealed, throwing her head back to look at you before giving you a wide smile. It was hard to argue with that face, and hard to resist smiling back. Putting your hands under the toddler’s armpits, you hoisted her up at top speed, met with a loud giggle.

“Alright Eebee,” You told her. “Let’s get going.” 

The walk to the pitch was a short one, luckily, as you had not one but two people who you had to ensure the arrival of. Evie was sat in the pram, facing forwards, with a small assortment of snacks to keep her occupied. She was making her little sounds, as she always did, and every time, it made you wonder what went on in her head. She was old enough to speak, but not enough to where she was completely understandable, at her crisp 2 years of age.

The sun was out in full swing, not a cloud in the sky, the perfect evening for a game of footie, and the pitch itself was in pristine condition when you arrived. The balls were left out in a box for you, as they usually were. Stopping at the edge of the field, you released Evie and let her run around the pitch while you watched. The hope was that she would tire herself out enough that she’ll nap during the match. You weren’t too confident in the plan, as she rarely followed the script you made in your head, but it didn’t hurt to try.

As players and their parents began to arrive, you were sitting in the grass, watching Evie kick the ball around the field. 

“Hello, Evie!”

A flash of blonde ran past you and onto the pitch. When the toddler noticed her friend arriving, she squealed with joy before running as fast as she could to hug Phoebe. Standing up, you watched the two of them. 

“God, seeing them together makes me want to have another,” Rachel said as she appeared in your peripheral. You smiled at her before turning back towards the two. Phoebe was holding Evie’s hand, bringing it up in the air and waving, but not at you or Rachel.

“Uncle Roy! This is Evie!” 

Turning, you saw a tall, muscular man in a black t-shirt and jeans. His arms were crossed over his chest, and the only response he gave to his niece was a curt nod. It didn’t appear to bother her, as a bright smile filled her cheeks before she turned back to your daughter.

“So I finally get to put a face to the infamous Uncle Roy,” You remarked, glancing back at Rachel before your gaze found him again. You didn’t realize how long you had been staring until he met your eye, the look of disdain never faltering. Jumping in surprise, you immediately turned forward again. 

“You don’t know him?” Rachel asked, sounding surprised. You looked at her, fighting the urge to sneak another glance at him.

“Should I?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Phoebe yelling, “Headers, Uncle Roy!” The other kids had started arriving at this point, and when they realized what she was saying, they all ran to line up behind her. Roy looked mildly inconvenienced by the question, but still stepped onto the forward and grabbed one of the balls. 

“Alright, one at a time,” He said. It was so uniform, every child going one at a time without fighting, that you wondered how many times he did this with them. 

“They seem to really love him,” You remarked to Rachel. She nodded. 

“They all idolize him,” She said. “Especially Phoebe. Just can’t get enough of her Uncle Roy.”

“Oh I know,” You said with a laugh. “Can’t get through a single practice without her bringing him up at least once.” A beat passed. “It’s not as nice when she says she misses him being her coach though.” Rachel scrunched up her nose, her expression screaming with embarrassment.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” She said quietly. “She just loves him so much.”

It wasn’t hard to see why. He was so gentle with the kids as he threw the ball for each of them them, giving them a fatherly compliment with every single hit.

“Beautiful.”

“Lovely.”

“Great job.”

“I love that!” 

He didn’t come off as a person who smiled often, making you feel like you were seeing some rarity in the wild as he laughed with the children. It almost felt invasive. A big secret that you were now in on. 

The beating in your chest seized when Evie appeared at the front of the line, begging for her turn. Slowly, Roy kneeled down to her level.

“Alright, love,” He said gently. “Can you take a few steps forward?” She obliged, skipping a few steps until Roy beckoned for her to stop. She was bouncing up and down, waiting excitedly to have her turn, just like the big kids. He counted 1, 2, 3, before softly tossing the ball against her head. When it bounced off, she looked surprised for a brief moment before letting out a loud squeal. She ran up to Roy and threw her arms around his neck. He froze for only a second before wrapping his arms around her. 

Your heart soared.

Roy approached you and his sister, Evie hanging off his neck like a monkey, and his one hand supporting her bum. Both of them looked completely nonchalant at this, as if it had been occurring forever. 

“Does this belong to you?” His voice was raspy and low, and you wondered if it hurt his throat to talk like that all the time. Raising your hands, you reached out to the toddler, who, quite unusually, wrapped her arms tighter around the stranger.

“She does,” You said, your eyebrows knitting together. “Although, she seems quite fond of you.” 

“Yeah,” He said. “Fuckin’ annoyin’, innit?”

At first, you were taken aback by his comment. But then, you saw it. The flash of humor in his eyes, and you realized that he was making a joke. A smile crossed your cheeks, and you were surprised when his mirrored yours.

“This is my brother, Roy Kent,” Rachel said, before adding “Don’t worry. He is the complete arsehole you think he is.” As she was introducing you to him, you found that you were asking yourself just one question: Do I think he’s a complete arsehole, though? 

“Fuck you,” He said sharply, voice loud. A few parents glanced over, but none of them dared to say anything. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” You said simply, watching as Evie swung her legs up and was now sitting on his shoulders like he was a climbing frame. You brought a hand to your forehead in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about her. She hasn’t learned her manners just yet, has she?” Your daughter gave you a mischievous look, as if she understood what you were saying. 

He waved you off. “She’s fine. No trouble at all.” Giving him another look, you turned to Rachel.

“I was actually going to ask if you wouldn’t mind watching her during the game?” You smiled hopefully. “I couldn’t get a babysitter and… well…” Rachel stopped you with a hand to your forearm.

“Roy and I will take good care of her, won’t we, Roy?” She nudged her brother, giving him a look that you couldn’t quite decipher. He cleared his throat before. nodding.

“Yeah, yeah,” He said. “If she dies in my care, though, it’s your fault. Since I’m a stranger and all.” You playfully wrinkled your nose. 

“Then I’d be forced to kill you.”

“And how would you do that?”

You leaned forward before whispering, “With my bare hands.” 

He stared at you for a moment, as if assessing your ability to do that, when a few of the boys ran by, screaming, “Roy Kent! Roy Kent! He’s here! He’s there! He’s every-fuckin’-where!” 

“Oi!” You shouted at them. “No cussing!” You eyed Roy, who’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “What was that?” He gave a look to his sister before looking back at you.

“You…you don’t know?” 

“Is there a reason I should already know you?” You asked, a little more demanding than when you had asked Rachel previously. “Unless you mean… I do know you’re Phoebe’s uncle, she talks about you all the time.” 

He was looking at you, but in a way that was making you uncomfortable. It was like he had been enlightened to you somehow, like he was seeing you for the first time. The referee blew his whistle, making both of you turn away.

“You ready, Coach?”

“Yes,” Came out of your mouth, but it also came out of Roy’s. When you and the referee looked at him, he blanched. 

“A bit below your pay grade, ain’t it, Coach?” The referee said, patting Roy’s arm before walking away. Roy appeared annoyed by this comment, but said nothing to confirm that.

You wanted to question it further, but Roy was faster as he nodded towards the pitch. 

“Get goin’, Coach,” He said, taking Evie’s hands in his and having her wave at you as he slowly backed away. She giggled the whole time.  

Watching a bunch of 8 year olds play football isn’t as exciting as one may think it is, but you were thankful that the halves were only 20 minutes each as opposed to the professional length of 45 minutes. Though you tried hard not to, you often found yourself looking behind you to see what Evie was up to. More often than not, she was with Roy, either being chased around by him, chasing him as he kicked around one of the spare balls, or actually watching the match while on his shoulders. Throughout the first half of the match, she was constantly heard laughing. 

It was weird, seeing Evie so comfortable with a person who wasn’t you. After all, it has just been you and her for the last just over two years, and you had certainly never brought her around any men. And yet here she was, treating this man as if they'd known each other her whole life. 

At the end of the first half, the score was 2-2, and your players were tired.

“You guys are playing so well,” You told them, applauding as they crowded around you. “Whatever happens, you all did amazing things on this pitch today.” Without looking over, you straightened up. “Coach Roy!” When you did turn. he was eyeing you curiously, forgetting to kick the ball from Evie so she couldn’t take it from him, which she quickly did. “Any words for these players?” 

He approached, stopping right next to you with his arms crossed over his chest. A firm, hard look was passed across the players.

“Fuckin’ kill them.”

All of the kids screamed their heads off in agreement before running back onto the field. You looked at Roy in shock.

“You can’t say that!” You exclaimed. He shrugged.

“You asked.” You still had the same stunned expression when you watched him turn and scoop Evie up in his arms, her laugh echoing through the whole field. 

His words of wisdom worked, for by the time the game ended, your team had won 7-2. And it only resulted in one bloody nose and two yellow cards (You talked the referee out of the red card for the bloody nose). You gathered the balls and put them in the box, leaving them out for the next set of teams who were due to play in an hour.

“Good game, guys,” You told your players. “Monica’s mum has snacks for everyone. You’ve all earned it.” Raising your hand up, all the players smacked your palm as hard as they could. The only exception being Phoebe, who instead tapped your hand with her forehead. When you gave her a questioning look, she smiled at you.

“Uncle Roy’s best friend taught me that,” She informed you before skipping off to her mum. You decided not to question it.

“See you guys for practice,” You called to Rachel and Phoebe, who both gave you a wave before walking off. It took you a moment to realize that Roy was not with them, meaning neither was Evie. You began to spin around in search of them, and were relieved when you saw him on the other side of the pitch, your toddler curled up in his arms. Her head laid on his shoulder, his hand running up and down her back in comfort. For someone who, you assumed, didn’t have children of his own, he sure handled them incredibly well. 

It was very attractive, not that you’d ever admit that to him.

“How long has she been asleep?” You called to him as he made his way to you. He lifted his free arm in a shrug.

“‘Bout a minute into the second half.”

Shaking your head, you put your hands on your hips while staring at the sleeping baby. 

“Thank you for watching her,” You said. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine,” He said. “Definitely more fun than watchin’ the match. Fuckin’ painful.” He pointed at Evie. “She’s gonna be a football star. Best player here today. Don’t tell Phoebe.” Laughing, you grabbed the pram and pulled it over. Though you offered to take her from him, he shook his head before carefully placing her in himself. Watching him be so tender with her made you feel some type of way. When he straightened up again, you looked down at the ground before looking back at him. His eyes never left you.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Roy Kent,” You said. He tilted his head slightly. 

“You too.” 

“Come on, Uncle Roy!” Phoebe yelled from the car park, Rachel grabbing her and smiling apologetically as she dragged her towards the car. 

You bit back a smile as he mumbled, “Fuckin’ prick.” 

“See you around?” You asked him, curling your fingers around the handles of the pram. He looked down at the toddler, then back at you before nodding.

“Yeah,” He said quietly. “You will.”

And as you walked away, the breeze hitting your cheeks in just the right way, as they were burning deeply, you found yourself hoping that you would. 

~

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@buckybarnex, @ricciardhoe3

[whimmortal]

TIMING: Christmas Eve, 2024 LOCATION: Jenny’s grandparents’ apartment, NYC SUMMARY: The Prices celebrate Christmas! CONTENT WARNING: Drug use (weed)

The balcony overseeing Manhattan was crowded. Jenny, her sister Ashley and three of their cousins were packed onto the small bit of concrete, her back pressed against the railing uncomfortably. It was better than being inside, though. The people here had made an unspoken pact which included not asking about work or love lives, which were the favorite topics of the people left inside. 

A joint was passed her way and she took a hefty drag, minding not to cough on the sharp sting of smoke hitting her throat. Jenny passed it back along, eyes drifting to the city. It was funny, the way Christmases tended to be representative of the state of your life. When it was going great, Christmas was great! When life was not, it felt like a ten hour play where the same thing was repeated again and again. Jenny hated those kinds of plays. 

This year, it was a kind of mid Christmas, because her life was kind of mid. She and the girl she’d been dating had called it quits, because she was going back to her ex. Her last art show had received mediocre reviews. Half of her friends were busy having babies or traveling the world. Her newfound ambition (writing a play, properly this time) was still so fresh and new that she could not brag about it.

The disappointment in her parents eyes shone brightly across the dinner table. She swore she could even see it in her grandfather’s eyes, even though he’d slept through most of the day. She hadn’t even told them about the lease she’d signed in a tiny town called Wicked’s Rest, in Maine of all places. Her plan to move away from the epicenter of their shared world and try something new. Then their eyes would surely start shooting daggers. Jenny had a feeling her father would like the idea of her being a playwright, but a concept was never enough for him. He would want something concrete and want it soon — but her script was still under 500 words. At least the art shows he’d been able to visit, even those that had flopped.

At least there would be gifts in a bit, which always made everything a little better.

Jenny passed the joint to her Ashley, offering a small smile. Ashley was having a good Christmas. Her little tike was the center of the universe, being the cutest toddler known to man. She being primed to someday take a leading role in the production company and deserved it. Jenny envied her and her solid position in life. She just knew that if she were to go into Price Production herself, she’d lose her mind before even accomplishing anything. Her dad was her dad and all, but spending time with him professionally on top of personally? It would kill her.

“You could at least pretend to be having fun, you know,” Ashley said after having exhaled. She twisted the joint between her fingers, taking another small hit before passing it on to cousin Greg.

Jenny let out a huff, “I am! The balcony is for dropping the mask for a moment, you know that.” Did she? It had been so long since she had seen Ashley properly emote. She’d seemingly embraced the professional iciness that hid under many exteriors in town. Jenny had never managed to be that cool.

“Hm,” Ashley said, “You look the way you did when you were fourteen and had dyed those red streaks in your hair. You’ve got the same moody expression.” 

“Now you’ve crossed a line.”

“What? You don’t want me to remind you of the poor dye job?” Ashley let out a laugh, picked a strand of Jenny’s hair. “Manic panic should be sued for all the damage it’s done to teenager’s confidence.”

She smacked Ashley’s hand away, trying to not look the way emo-Jenny had. She had demanded to be called Jen back then, as Jenny sounded too plucky and girly. It hadn’t stuck. Sadly, the poor bleach-and-dye job had, leaving her hair damaged for over a year.“At least I never plucked my eyebrows until they were thinner than silkworms.”

“Jenny.” Ashley looked very concerned. “Silkworms are not thin.”

“Regular worms then!” 

Her sister was rubbing her grown back eyebrows. “I don’t know, that’s not as bad. At least thin eyebrows were cool back then. Your hair, however…” 

Jenny let out a groan. She did not want to think about the year she had thrown a fit before Christmas dinner as she was insisting that wearing her red-and-black striped tights were perfectly fine for church. She’d lost and been forced in proper, all black tights. On the way to church, she’d purposefully ripped them to at least hold onto some of her identity. “Shut up.”

A voice calling them back inside made it so that Jenny had the last word, which she ensured by rushing back inside. They no longer spent an extreme amount of time and effort on making sure they didn’t smell of tobacco and weed, as everyone present knew what happened on the balcony. Still, Jenny managed to straighten her skirt and paint on a not-moody expression. She could play at being happy and successful, or at least try. If anything, there were still gifts. 

[downwithpeople]

x-files roundup

the calusari: BAD. episode that is really racist to romanians for some reason. the titular calusari are a secret society that in the real world mainly does really cool dances rather than exorcisms. the cold open has a riff on pet semetary that is just kinda funny because a) this little toddler somehow scrambles 100+ meters away chasing after a balloon without anyone noticing and b) instead of an eighteen wheeler truck he gets run over by a novelty theme park train. the spooky child isn't scary because spooky children aren't scary. what you're left with is an episode that's just unpleasant because its script is almost entirely a child screaming.

f. emasculata: BAD. a point of tension in this episode is the fear that by alerting people to a possible pandemic we might put more lives in danger. history has proven that to be laughably false. this episode is extremely gross so it's got that going for it, but not much else. i think separating mulder and scully starts an episode on the backfoot and i don't feel like this is strong enough to stand up. it's Big Pharma conspiracy shit. people love getting right up next to some nasty pustules and open their mouths as wide as possible. HANK SPOTTED

soft light: GOOD. actually an episode that i feel is kinda mediocre but i've committed hard to my rating system. scully does absolutely the stupidest thing you can do and tries to help out a student by introducing her to fucking fox 'everyone hates me and everything i touch dies' mulder. her death is on her hands, but the student was particularly sympathetic or interesting anyway. the good here is tony shaloub playing the guy whose shadow eats people, who spends the entire episode trying and failing to stop his shadow from eating people or from being abducted by the, haha, shadow government. this vince gilligan guy has a real knack for writing desperate dudes at the end of their rope.

our town: BAD. squandered potential. cannibals in a small town chicken processing plant is fun and gross and there's some great guest star performances. the tribal mask, the shrunken heads, the explanation that sells past the close, it's just a bit too much and for me wastes what could have been a much better episode. i would have rewritten this to be much more like texas chainsaw massacre, which the show eventually does with stellar results.

[marciabrady]

Oh god seeing how they drew aurora and philip in once upon a studio broke my heart 💔 even seeing cruella made me sad. They don't even look like themselves anymore. Its so sad that disney has forgotten how to draw the characters the studio is built on. They all deserve better

I really, really hope we get a return to 2d. These days, Disney's diluted their movies so that you can't tell the difference between Dreamworks, Pixar, or literally any other animation studio. I think with technology like AI, anyone will be able to make the movies they do, given they have the right technology because CGI animation is essentially puppetry. They don't have a competitive edge in an increasingly competitive market and most of their competitors are doing better than they are. Meanwhile, no one has ever been able to replicate their 2d look- and it's gotten to the point where they, themselves, could never replicate it. So, to survive, I think it's necessary to have a proper return to form. I also think 3d makes for more immature character models, humor, and script writing, and this is the opposite of what they're trying to achieve. 2d is more capable of depicting diverse stories, adult themes, and just generally not being so beholden to a toddler formula.

[devilledminion]

8 shows to get to know me better

thanks for the tag @little-orcs-hurrarrumm !! <33

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY (2021-)

my current fave!! i’ve been seeing it a lot both here and in twitter literally the first months it started airing, but i’ve been busy and all that. binged the whole thing recently, and it deserves a long run! story’s well-written, scenes are very wholesome and fun to watch, and what an amazing ensemble of cast and characters!!

DIRTY LINEN (2023-)

pinoy pride!! tfw when you watch a trailer and you just Know the entire thing’s gonna be good? (and they knew what they were doing with those posters)

i’ve never seen a teleserye i truly love since the killer bride and la vida lena, like, this is the first time i’ve been invested in a filo show so far (there’s just something abt revenge girlboss dramas)

neways, international fans can still watch it thanks to the subtitles in iwanttfc and youtube. but i hope filipinos love and promote it even more.

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019-)

i thought i would be Normal abt it, now i’m a changed person. a mutual rb’ed a gifset of memo being insane with the “and if one day he doesn’t, well...”, and i was Intrigued so i binged all three seasons in one day.

i have to confess that i finally tuned in because of taika, but i’ve found reasons to stay: nadja, guillermo, matt, harvey, the characters, the silly plot, have i mentioned nadja and guillermo?

YONDERLAND (2013-2016)

ult fave! this show just GETS me!! i wasn’t there when it aired, so i’m not really sure if it’s a hit in the uk or us but i don’t think i would’ve discovered this show if i didn’t watch ghosts. deserved a lot of awards and recognition. just a silly goofy show that i didn’t and wouldn’t want to know what’s happening most of the time, and i love and enjoyed every single bit. society needs more shows like this one but this masterpiece will never be replaced imo

BBC GHOSTS (2019-)

i’m still in denial that this show is ending, but i think it’s their time. i would still definitely watch fillers after fillers as they drag the whole thing, but just like yonderland— that’s not very idiots of them to do so.

nevertheless, it’s a very comforting show! love how they truly understand the characters they write and portray. a found family of a bunch of dead losers, what more could you want!!

THE FLASH (2014-2023)

arguably the first fandom i’ve been kinda active in after my long hiatus from fandoms i think ? (i was more of an observer than a contributor back then)

the first seasons were so good. i miss westallen so much. eobard was so cunty. harrisco were my first attempts in giffing and editing in general. i still love them, but idk if i’m gonna be able to actually finish the show (i stopped after s7)

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022-)

actually a great show, but no longer one of my faves bc the fandom ruined some things for me sorry. it was fun waiting for ep 7 and 8 to air, but i do wish i was there since the beginning when it was still fun and quiet. neways, i miss the brainrot that possessed me to learn giffing.

GOOD OMENS (2019-)

i was there when this baby was born but didn’t get the chance to be involved until they’re like a toddler. the brainrot was insane when i used up my savings for the funkos, the original books and the script book like !! i miss them so much and i can’t express how excited i am to see them again this summer !!!

tagging @larryrickard @autisticharrywells @spineless-lobster @baynton @bluntbeard @moondogss @fiovske @horuuuuu and anyone who wants to give it a go! <33

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[only-lonely-lovers]

07.13.2022

tags: noncon, piv, dirty talking

notes: rereading this, i feel as though it's uniquely gormless, and has out-of-date headcanons as we were so early into imbibing JSHK... well, nevertheless. happy reading.

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ / sometimes, I color text to delineate dialogue a little more

あ：my PP concept is also noncon.. but like oh you know, trying to gaslight her throughout it… the most deranged and like cowardly way to do it all. trying to clip her and get her to call you amane during it also bc you has problems

つ：SAY THE CORRECT NAME!!!

あ：it feels like itd be sooo. [wearing clown make up] to be trying to wrestle nene into saying this… idk it feels like it could get so pathetic… like.. [shakes]… say it.. つ：i like the flavor of impatient hanako… and getting to live int he psyche of guy who wants you and is NOT HANAKO FORGET THE OTHER GUY

あ：this guy actually has a shot [defensive of made up narrative] he's been your classmate for a while you two have good chemistry you. YOU LIKE HIM!! he likes you. it'sss… this was being built up to. you want this

つ：and on another psychological level…. wanting to be called amane during sex, in general is something

あ：uhuh. a real [looks at camera] moment for . the tsukasa watching this ig

つ：its so interesting how PP works. the guy who has been actively hiding everything from you suddenly wants an earnest roleplay right before he disappears ill write the authors notes andits IC as tsukasa like WHOA i didun tink this would happen!!!! AMANEEEEE

あ：i guess i really offered you something you wanted….

つ：wow i made him so happy!

あ：a way for you to let nene meet "amane" !!! hehehe…. well… isn't she lucky….

つ：its taking all of his fibers of resistance to not run into the room the omake version which just has tsukasa barelling in

あ：yes. fkdgjfh… he is yelling amane it's like [HONK]

つ：that IIIIIIIII noise he makes BREATHING SO HEAVILY INTO YOUR EAR IMMEDIATELY

there simply the insane sex world version where tsukasa fluidly joins in. its so hard to not imagine hanako just like SHOVING HIM LIKE A TODDLER NYO!!!! TSUKASA!!!!

あ：NOT RIGHT NOW NOT WHEN I'M GETTING IT OUT [holding nene by the throat] i figure though it has this umm.. hm.. it definitely has this vibe of someone trying to start a romantic cutscene but just getting impatient and not letting you leave…

つ：i do think it starts out so ah… scripted, feeling so incredibly…. stilted…. has ''phases'', and even though nene doesn't technically jump the hoops, he moves onto the next one anyway…

あ：he's mentally got flashcards. is waiting for the one that lets him put hand on knee

you could imagine it is as simple though as hearing nene mention needing to check in with kou or something for him to be like [unchill] NO.

つ：just a minute. please. just a few minutes. stay. let me. say. what i . need to

あ：[uncontrollably guilt tripping] youve been blowing me off all day…

つ：[soft indiscernible click in the near distance] [tsukasa is locking the door for them]

あ：your guy… mmm a good detail though

つ：i will not ruin the inciting action from your game.

あ：its just one of those "there's no bad options!" things for tsukasa bc nene could like flip out and attempt to kill amane. whatever happens baby…

hm but crazy sex world where he joins is fun it's like mm a taste of butter…. wingmans this. but then also is like hiiiiiiiii ~ enjoying my playhouse for you…. huggles you

つ：i do want to to live in the less realistic porno world where amane simply is like ok. keeps going. so this is how it will be. if thats how god wants it

あ：i am already playing into this fake world selfishly. i can't act like. it would be that much better if i shoved him off.

つ：lets you hug her. nene is liek KDFL;SJFKL;GSG?? but Amane's like shhh…. shhhh. its okay…… just tsukasa nuzzling her head, hair, so pleasant….

あ：i do love the thought of nene having to be like. not only experiencing being cornered and pressured and stuff but the brother is here too. manifesting. what the- what does that…

ouhmm its like i wish the changing room scene went different lol… and devolves into this… so its a nene who was already trying to have theories about tsukasa like "he… want.. revenge…??" but instead he's like smelling your neck. help!

just here to support… happy to be here… ^^ ready to help get everything in place

つ：there are different flavors to different points of the timeline…. if its before any suggestion of 'how to get out of here' its so… disorienting in a DIFFERENT way thats like. amane is a complete loon trying to do this right out the gate. but later has the flavor of becoming like. nnno my time, running, out knowing tsukasa is 'real' or not is an element

あ：i go back and forth, initially i was thinking about this like, fuck the movie tickets… i am insane

but i do like the state of things at the point of when she's changing before star gazing… it being like right before stargazing. its rly a different loss of willpower

a very early run i'd almost want to be so early she hasnt even recon'd with kou or seen the world have kooky aspects… is juust in the "??????????" stage of trying to determine what is happening. like she's just been pouring salt on amane and feels bad about that

the gaslighting has more of a chance to take proper purchase in that case. like she IS just doubting herself and feels like the only one insisting on her previous reality

つ：unsure if this is some kind of dream really, that early on…. later is, scary, ominous

tsukasa is going to stroke Amane's face and say…. it's a good world, isn't it…. its really nice…. you like it, right…. just pleased, confirming… a slammin it hanako can only nod and huff thru nose

あ：it's nice like this…. we can be together❤️ admittedly this has to be a tsukasa that just feels like he really won, i mean his trap is just a success, amane is partaking of the fruit perhaps liberated enough to tease like. did you miss me… i'm glad we can spend some time together

つ：i'm do good with wishie

あ：you look amazing… wow [watching him hit it]

つ：[openly breathing heavy, not ashamed] Nene-chan…. you like it too, don't you..? it feels good… [spreading her pussy for Amane to hit deeper with less drag, which makes Hanako, twitch on instinct like DDDDONT GET NEAR MY. DONT YOU]

あ：snarling…. but tsukasa delights to observe like ohhmm… there's my special guy

つ：[whispering to nene] he makes that face when he really likes something

あ：[grabs her chin and tilts her head] everyone make sure we are looking and pay close attention okay ^q^

つ：you can never forget a first time [activate… amane] nn. never forget it. [HURTING]

あ：ohmm for amane to have really shot himself in the foot by forcing nene to call him amane-kun during this… if she is whimpering it.. doesn't that feel like it'd make tsukasa a little bit like [LOOKS.][fervid] we are matchies!!! asfdghfdg!!!!!! oh its like.. tsukasa likes to hear his name so much… it might feel magical to get to hear someone else beg it… ohgh you love his trapdoor mouth honestly

つ：I do like Nene ah... becoming subservient, after only a few good swings. i think she's gone

in this circumstance, its just like ss ? sssex x? uhhghmn… [hanako urging her…. to say amane-kun] ohu I, shoul, d do wh, what he saysz [dizzy] c, cant be rude…. Amm… Amn, Amanneee-kun…..

あ：[blearily] that..s. s… right htats … thats his 'real name'…. [brain tabbing through visions of him as a battered boy, 13…]

つ：[which look, aesthetically, more like this boy…] [in these clothes, his skinny arms sticking out, looking younger than ever..]

あ：[boy she saw on the floor crying…] fuzzily in her brain

its like ahrg… amane… kuun… ok ahy.g..fhg this is like. your ex shows up and youve taught your new meat to call you your old pet name. and your ex gets to just watch this [tsukasa joins in saying name like the girls in midsommar] [panting] How long do you want her like this, Amane… You know there's nothing stopping you, it's whatever you'd like the world can be for you…

つ：hanako feeling like I. deserve to be mentally broken. its fine. okay. before i go.

あ：if that's. how this is going to. pan out.

つ：ne, ne….. nene-chan…. this world is whatever the 'main characters' of it want. Doesn't it feel good… to be what Amane wants? He can do anything… and he wanted to do something, with you! something new….. that he's never done before.

N. NEVER BEFORE ?! v. virgin??????

あ：owned outed oh but its moments like these i really feel like [amane. UNCONTROLLABLY picks up pace fuckign jackhammers for a sec]

つ：ffffuc k like a grown boy

あ：its llike fffjhghhfj. goes into his blood

つ：I WILL IMPRESS

あ：[a braincell that is just like slobbering] thats RIGHT i havent fucekd before i wannaf fffffffffuck hard WATCH ME FUCK

つ：during onslaught it is legitimately tsukasa keeping her from, toppling, she has to grasp something and instinctively grasps his arms

あ：it helps to have a whole body to assist in cradling weight

つ：AMANE AMANEEE!!! [stoked by tsukasa's shouting] amaaanee-kuunnnn [stokedby nene's chanting] A-ma-neeee, aaa [stoked by Tsukasa] Amane-kunnnn

あ：the derangedness forced. to come.

つ：why doesit sound like i am fucking them both

あ：oh you get to watch his eyes really roll back into his head… I THINK IT JUST MAKES HIM DIZZY

つ：WORSHIP MEEE

あ：like mgh. fhgf.f fghf. s-sex fuck..f ujghf..gfh.. FUCK!! yes i fuck good god yes

つ：i think the ego…. the narcissism present in amane, deep down being cheered/praised sssso much repeatedly is. mmmnn yessss i doooo it

あ：god yeah. i think tsukasa's egging on is just sooo effective tsukasa might as well be breathing a poison cloud that is going right into him

つ：i do it sssso good call my naaaame

あ：the words are so palpably good at stoking him

the way tsukasa is here to be like: you fuck her sooo good you look sooo hot whiel you do it she is so ooo lucky to be fucked by you

つ：and nene whining/cooing them in such a girlish register, hiccuping them,ssss ounds better than ever imagined,and he's imagined it a lot

lucky-lucky girl nene-chaaaan don't you feel lucky….. !

あ：her going along with it all.. it just. he will just feel like the paydirt was so worth it. she can only resist so much!! of course she cant do more than a little fussing.. bbbbECAUSE SHE wants this she wants me she is agreeing… she is nodding, she is asserting she feels lucky

i wish it could be like.. amane buries his face against nene as he finishes, and gets snuzzled and pet by tsukasa all the while… like as he is shuddering intensely… we rub faces while i unload into my girl

つ：i'll just live in the narrative where this is simply my classmate brother mmmmmmn the satisfaction of nene being so agreeable… she will pull him into a kiss after. emboldened-- but thinking like-- h -HE BETTER KISS ME [KISSES HIM]

あ：it's… it's fine, in the context of the narrative… omgg boy not ready for kiss despite everything i think

つ：just begin making out ssssso hard. he will not let go once he's latched. tsukasa is just chin against her shoulder so close to the action pleasant

woooow… a first kiss too……

あ：beautiful stuff you two..

its like amane forgot kissing was a thing thsi deep into it and youre gonna rot his brain fucking.. KISS ME AFTER???

つ：he whiiiines. and flinches after like ffcukg nn-no why… mnhmh… whyd i whine bbuthjbkiss mmeeeeee mmm

[cock hurts. but is attempting to harden again]

あ：and one must learn that undignified noises shall happen during kiss

the hips itch and shift and shuffle.. your cock soo badly wants to be hard again its really like ouch... [tsukasa alternating giving you two headpats during kissm]

つ：hugs nene a nice squeeze for a second. mm i jsut love to be here. Nene is…. universes are exploding inside of her brain for nene. i simply think she wants to fuck again

あ：I Am Here In The Porno, I Am Suspended Between Two Boys

つ：its easier, for girls. just want it. pussy burns. brain is gone. tugging at amane, wrapping legs around him suddenly

あ：moe for amane to be the one feeling disoriented at this point… umm a little weaker after nutting wwww… but god desire in the heart… dizzied to have reciprocation, in reality… being invited and pressed for more at all is like hough. OHHHHH she really. she, really. want [sways against…]

つ：nene…. ah she hits a point always, i feel, where she's gone.. mad. finally achieving sex. wanting it. thinking in only poisoned thoughts…. grinding towards him… but, unable to make eye contact. I like to think at this point, amane can't either, finally a bit shy, mostly over it. it needs to take a second

cant look your girl in the eye while shuffling feet around. feels like hot stove. impatient to be ready to slam more

but your helpful tsukasa is here….! observing the problem… amane shuffling around like a nervous horse

あ：i think there's a limited reserve of bravado. you used up so much focus and determination to get this far. he looks tense.. swallowing..

つ：I think its like hmmmmm…. mmm… grabs his face. makes you and nene stare again keep saying his name, nene-chan…. if you want him to go again he likes that best. tell him how much you liked it! he wants to hear that.

an obedient nene…. happy to have, direction…? too … addled, to be arguing. too addled to be bothered…. by the intrusiveness. it IS convenient to have solution…..

あ：you liked what he did, after all, right….? nene-chan is a good girl, she should show her gratitude. [pet pet]

つ：small quiet… followed by… I… I liked … it… I l. loved, it. I want. More I… want [tsukasa interrupting] amane…. [nene nodding] amane-kun…. amane-kun to, d. do it, more….

あ：mmm yes… you get to watch the statement go into him like you threw a precision dart at a target… to feeeel the cock twitches. the hurried scuffing.

つ：[tsukasa.. gently holding amane's jaw] [tilting his head] I also want you to do it more.

nene has to… feel… ah…. he…. was right. he knew…. he knew how to make him…. is it possible to know someone so well… [delirious from cock] am I lucky… tsukasa-kun is here…too…

あ：she can feel the effects... it just ripples throughout him... undeniably..little lightbulb going off in head but it is full of c*m

Amane: [mouth worrying, licking lips, swallowing…] [troubled seeming] Tsukasa: [noting he's struggling with words] -- and , you want to too, don't you, Amane..! You do, don't you? You felt so good. Amane: [hoarsely] h…hhhhai. [nod nod…] [throws head like agitated horse] and nene watching this all like ouh… wow… tsukasa-kun is like an… expert… sasuga futago otouto… [kind of clueless, awed tone] You really did… like it a lot, Am.. Amane-kun… you… wanted this, with me..? [cumbrain. and, thinking about 'the narrative'] ff… for a while…

つ：tsukasa like wtf this is so cuuuute❤️ KAWAIIIIII

あ：so smart she is learning!!yesss talk to him tell him what you have observed...

つ：yessss team up with me nene-chaaaaan

あ：RULE WITH ME

つ：so cute amane like. repeatedly. huffing. he is like a troubled horse but then its like [tsukasa against nene's ear] you should tell him his cock looks nice

TSUKASA-KUN THATS TOO DIRECT!!!!!!!! MURI

あ：such a screeaaaa amoment [tsukasa rubbing your shoulders] [like your boxing coach]

つ：but trying to behave. am. ammn. ama. amane-k, kun

あ：[he looks at you like a sad dog for a sec awaiting the bacon]

つ：your c . your cc. co. [being rubbed] cock -- COCK [UNNECESSARILY LOUD] [fucks up] FEELS-- looks--!

[inelegant] ggggooddddd

あ：fus roh dah'd its just like MY WAHT [COUGHs blood]

つ：he did not know nene could say such a word

あ：[BLINKs out of sync] it... wh... ..? you- you were [fucking sounds like a bully uncontrollably] looked.? you've beenlooking [slurring]

つ：[tsukasa observing amane be shitty excitedly]

あ：like mgh?f hgf. what hte fuck…. sl-slut.s lut whore what hte fuck… looking at my.. this might actually make him so sick [voice becomes lower] [suddenly less clipped] what.. do you want to look at it…? actually thinking about how shitty it would be to like . pause. for this. like actually we are going to call attention to this tis my choice but you have tsukasa to be the crazy guy who is liek YAS

つ：FUCKING SHOW USSSS for this moment he is not thinking of tsukasa tsukasa has vanished tsukasa is just sitting there like 😮observing these transpiring events but in amane's mind its nene undera spotlight

nfnnf no what d did i get inttto [but wobbles from heat] but t. i ? see it ?

あ：like oh. i"llllllllllllll show you my cock if thats what yuore into. [pitying fsr]

つ：[pure brain unfiltered in her head] i do want to see it

あ：gets on my throne about it for a sec. UNABLE TO CHECK SELF

つ：puuulll a littlee awayyyy….. ah nene…. swallowing. nodding. h. hai. politely. clasps hands together at chest…..

あ：shimmy shimmy… incidentally it is good, umm, atmosphere, for this all, steadily hardening again… taking a detour to grasp self… Urhg. unfortunately i do think he has THOUGHT before about presentation, his hands are not. demure. while tsukasa isnt being paid attention to, i think he is active enough still like making sure nene is looqing. hand on her head. staring attentively as well

つ：i enjoy the big show. we all love the big show

あ：i am the big show oh sorry amane is soo shitty but he's quantifiably soo shitty.. it's really going to be like… [staring at nene while running hand along it, pumps..] [wincing, but focused.] So. You like it. Like the look of it. [guy who is going to make you repeat yourself]

つ：[like afucking military officer is talking to her] HAI

あ：it's really like [shifts hips..] [fingers looped in👌hand, dipping in and out of it] i make you think. about it

つ：well i think putting on a show makes tsukasa completely speechless jaw dropped. the synergy of tsukasa and nene here is profound actually

あ：gets laser focused eyes haven't seen him like this… Amane letting loose has never been… relishing in it, this much. ouhh.

つ：both. breathing through mouths. tracking so closely with eyes. zeroed in thinking h… he's…. can he be so confident….. Amane-kun…. I didn't know… h. he…. could…. be so, bold…. direct thank you blessed tsukasa-kun for creating this circumstance

あ：🙏we need you . we need you so badly

つ：amane watching nene flinch when his cock twitches… its like mmm. tsukasa doesn't flinch. still. impeccably so. as though an animal camouflaging. focused

あ：Good to know she really is thinking about it. this is a good way to get geared up… to fuck her again… like ooh. this makes me want to fuck your brains out

つ：its charming to me for tsukasa to fade into the background briefly, its like the… familiarity of him kinda briefly renders him nonexistent, as nene is being dealt with. he is cool to hang out.

あ：he is not intrusive to it all he is permitted to watch amane ostentatiously pull back foreskin

つ：stops breathing, visibly. makes amane laugh… which makes her jump. heavy breathy lil laugh from him for amane it must be so chaaarming….. mmm she's not only weak to a pretty face, now is she. lol

あ：It's that interesting huh. [humming]

つ：[amane, flatly] so… is this your real weakness. should I have lead with this.

あ：This would've kept your attention hm.. [tilts it back and forth... being. crude.]Gets results. You probably can't even remember any other guy's name or face right now Right? haha.

つ：blinks. oh cant see. but wants to see. visibly trying to, recover from feeling dazed. blinking a lot

tsukasa uncontrollably also feeling like he is being talked to, but that is irrelevant. just going into his skull

its like humorous honestly its like . yeah i do not remember anythignn rn

あ：fjdghf… sweetie. cute though. like it goes into your real stomach

[strokes..] [breathing falters a bit, but swallows] Well… maybe now you won't run off any chance you get with whoever You'll just think about this instead. won't you. Maybe if I just tell you to , you will.

つ：nods…. if…. .. will you…. really do this…. f. from now on…..? with… with. me

あ：[breathes] Oh. Yeah [brain melting] allthe time You. won't be able to. get away from … me. [h-hm. that wasnt the plan.]

つ：o, okay [stupid]

あ：[shifting to get between legs mindlessly, regardless] we are both stupid like mghhhhhhhhhhh i want in im READY

つ：everyone's stupid amane whipped his cock out and rubbed it and everyone got brain damage

あ：tsukasa's hand should like rush to spread pussy for

つ：that would be cute. like KLFJSD;KLF WAKES UP WAIT I HAD A PLAN!!! I WAMS GONAN. HELP

あ：master is returning i must get the door

but i think generously its like this is just allowed. WE'RE all dealing wtih poison status efx we have NO THOUGHTS i think tsukasa should just be allowed to feel it sink in… framing

つ：tsukasa did a good job aligning the shot for amane to take it. like a retical on a sniper juuuust slightlyyy feel the skin drag along the edge of his fingers…. pull down as he sinks in

あ：a treat for the good good brother… i do not think amane can be taken off his cloud after such a lead up its like mgh yes. oh commence fuck yes [grateful for 1 sec] its good to sink so fluidly into pussy, get so deep. NEED

i grant tsukasa also getting to feel him really pull back and then slam.. grind against… not bothering to wait for fingers to move… the urgency spurs everything forward. but its like i think everyone's hindbrain loves the energy of all of us coming together like this

つ：mmmm force crushing into hand… nnngghice. coooool… amane is cool nene is gone though

あ：we have lost her. that is okay. was assassinated… our dearly beloved

つ：a good…. deserved…. hard plow. unmitigated clutching with all limbs… stupid slut brain just thinking about the shape endlessly and the sensation combined with it aware now, of, twitches. more aware. knows what those look like. feels them harder.

somewhere, shijima: this sucks i hate it i fucking hate drawing

あ：doing all that she can to not just slash the canvas hate knowing tsukasa and no. 7 are fucking tfw mitsuba and kou are fucking out taking photos are some shit that's what she signed up for. not. this.

つ：the afterglow of this situation…. is humorous to think about i fklsdjfklsf tsukasa's just goingto be smelling his hand in the backgruond and amane is like not going to notice/think about it or like why that is its like oh tsukasa is doing w/e

あ：same as he ever was...

つ：the duality of it smells like pussy and cock. much to huff

あ：its a very special day for tsukasa. WOW! i guess i didnt see absolutely everything in the timeline sometimes even i do not know what will happen

hanako having to like. ruminate on. like.💭 ………………… do i just…………………………. quietly peace out still once i gaurantee nene can stay here………… ………………. no. 2 will just have a fake amane to slot in so. [thinks. about. if nene iwll. fuck. that clone. ] no. 💭……………….. she'll forget about her other life eventually. but this is. a part of the. narrative. here.

つ：can I get shijima to kill me off [jealous over paper cut out of self]

あ：she'd probably enjoy that right have me hit by a truck or whatever … me and tsukasa. i wont let. paper cut out tsukasa comfort her.

つ：tsukasa in the BG licking his hand, but covertly like a child sneaking a cookie. as if he could get scolded nene is comatose…. floating coin slot

あ：hanako just kinda middle distance staring thinking about this stuff. but thats okay

つ：everyone is contemplating

あ：is also just like. but by god if i aint going to fuck her again later whatever itll sort itself out

つ：💭wait, this hanako-- amane-kun ? has a pulse and. is warm. can he get me pregnant ?

あ：was i irresponsible because i forgot about htis-!? ………..wait…………… did amane-kun choose to………. ………………………… [if i am engaging with amane-kun like he is really alive boy.] so he made the decision to……………………… do it in me… multiple times

つ：[nene in space]

あ：having to be like. does he want me to . he has to at least not care. if it happens. [thinks] i guess my parents would just take care of me no matter hwat

つ：or is he… such a … dirty creep its not his problem… [this makes her horny]

あ：[none of the thoughts have the right amount of severity] he's just going to be like… "figure it out…" and keep unloading into me 😭….🤤

つ：tsukasa💭i wonder if nene-chan would let me smell her hmm or rather if amane would let me smel nene chan

あ：the real questions tsukasa.

____________________

つ：> tsukasa uncontrollably also feeling like he is being talked to, but that is irrelevant. just going into his skull

I keep thinking about this

its just so f. funny to be dirty talking nene like mm you dont think about other guys. and tsukasa is like i do not [seriously, mentally] i do not amane would just be like [tired face] y. oh i know you. dont. sigh. i. no thats

あ：sooo funny like we're doing mental affirmations with tsukasa as well

つ：that wasnt for you like [facepalm] you're unintentionally doing mental affirmations with tsukasa. is the problem. nene and tsukasa are both like mmngh only you

あ：cumbrain tsukasa is very endearing like aumghmm im loyal too

つ：i do not need affirmations. from tsukasa. says amane im not trying to affirm that one sigh

あ：if you even imagined it. like intrusively. itd be like [frowns]. like sees mental image of me being like: you only think about me dont you and tsukasa like VIBRATING barking yes. doesnt it almost feel liek dirty talking a toddler

つ：like glkgl;gjdfklg

あ：the idea of being liek: you like ice cream, to a kid whose face and hadns are all sticky

つ：I'M SIMPLY LOVING THSEE TAKES ITS SO FUNNYYYY

ITS TOO FUNNY TO IMAGINE DOING THIS TO TSUKASA ITS SO FUNNY YOU CAN DO IT TO NENE ALL DAY and like he WILL do it to nene all day. like thats right girl you only think about and look at me. you can't even care about anything else anymore. how you should be. and tsukasa is absorbing it into his own brain 3rd party without amane's consent or intent.

あ：its. so funny. but also like , i do love the thought of it uncontrollably happening regardless like you can't remove tsukasa from the scene of the crime

つ：he is present.

あ：sigh its precious though isnt it… like shifting and fidgeting in seat as well… fox that is about to pee didnt ever conceptualize amane commenting on your feelings i dont think tsukasa could fathom like not, responding, mentally, i think the internal stream of thought must simply become yes master………………

つ：mochiron tsukasa does believe himself and nene are the same in their feelings, and amane affirming this dynamic with HER only affirms the 'we are exactly the same, we feel the same things for Amane, we want the same things with Amane'

hearing the relationship become THIS just naturally confirms his own dynamic… of course it's like that, because we are the same. like to hear it, as much as Nene does, we're all eager to hear such things

あ：our roles are the same…

but i love the thought of this happening like multiple times as amane gets like idk addicted to the sheer ease, the butter. of the situation. and keeps dirty talking nene possessively... and you only start brushing up with how this has been effecting tsukasa like later. you have a moment where both nene and tsukasa nod to something in a zombie like manner and youre like ? [shakes head] [but moves on]

つ：its sssoo funny how many times it could be that Amane is simply in such a tunnelvision horny state while devolving into his dirty talk, that he has blinders on, isn't seeing tsukasa, but as well, tsukasa doesn't express much obviously, he's trapdoor open mouth and big eyes, so you dont always know what he is ✅seen. But it is ssso funny to finally one day observe tsukasa synchronized nodding with nene lidding eyes at you, SO parallell to her, that its. -feel like you hallucinated-

あ：right like we're so deep into this madness and then its like hugh. j?? but.. still not being jarred enough to stop its just like a hitch. like what? but. okay

つ：tsukasa ..? oh m.moving on. whatever

you can believe he's just a sort of ape imitating motions if you think about this later and feel like dying. i like to think in the moment Amane would like, get over it, continue, but later in his stall unfortunately uncontrollably remember synchronized nod and feel dread

[of montreal voice] LETS RELAAAAATE

あ：Someone who feels their demise encroaching on the horizon Omens… and portents

つ：the time and place of your own death

あ：Uhuh. really just alternating between being like "no it definitely wasnt anything" and then "that. wasnt nothing." and then "okay but it-- even if he was. [scalding, hate to say it] horny-- it would -- i mean its probably just from THE SEX HAPPENING right. like the vibes in the room." pause. "… that doesnt sound… like, good. dude."

[to self] are we really going to… like, not address this. if tsukasa is getting horny about things you're saying meant for yashiro. [defensively] but i already have to deal with tsukasa being in the room while i do things to yashiro right. isnt that already so weird. what am i even going to say.

tsukasa is already getting horny about things meant for yashiro what does it matter. and what am i gonna say. wear this burlap sack. [being an asshole internally] we're already trying to ignore him being there.

つ：but the next time you are dirty talking her you are going to think far too hard about the duality of what you are saying. when you re-read a post but in someone else's tone of voice and perspective… and can understand how they specifically will twist these worsd

あ：starting to talk about your eyes drift and see tsukasa's gaze and its like [slows.] [now you two are just making eye contact]

つ：stops. talking. which yashiro notices is like a… ahh..? are you…. okay…. ? noticing something.. but I think Hanako would just snap immediately after

grab her by the throat, shove her down, DETERMINED TO SAY CRAZIER SHIT

あ：oh get all. the animal within about it.

つ：YOU DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT ANYTHING ELSE!!!!!!!! EVER AGAIN!!! YOU CAN'T SSSTAND ANYTHING ELSE!!! IT'S NOT WORTH YOUR TIME. NOTHING IS WORTH YOUR TIME!!!! BUT ME!!!

あ：it's like his own hiccupping and faltering makes him so frustrated, the only response can be [snarls] … cant let anything get in the way of ASSERTING MY POSITION. yashiro should know WHAT SHE IS TO ME. oh….. you know because hanako is the way he is i do think it could really get so sick. like. I WON'T STOP UNTIL EVERY DREAM YOU HAVE IS ABOUT ME EVERY NIGHTMARE, EVERY SINGLE THOUGHT IN YOUR LITTLE HEAD!!

YOUR LIFE WAS OVER THE DAY YOU MET ME!

つ：ah ssso scary for nene, but immediately violently effective, girls… girls want to hear thissssss.

going into tsukasa it's [eyes back in skull] myn the day I met you [was born] being younger sibling meaning never existing without the other.

あ：oh its a lot for tsukasa to hear that specifically isnt it

つ：in trying to target things at yashiro and blast through this obstruction, just say it, going to only say worse things, by nature

あ：there's no way to actually avoid effecting tsukasa. they are indeed, the same.

つ：there is NO avoiding it, you CANT make it more pointed, exact, you cannot.... you can't. saying all of that panting and watching both of them arching is flk;fgklfkl;jKL;GJSKL;GJSKLG NGNHGHKM!!!!!

あ：[getting crazier] YOU NEVER HAD A CHOICE YOUR LIFE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE MINE!!!

つ：ah… the two of them…. its so synchronus its scary. scary to observe. shuddering as words hit skulls

あ：very scary... like its possessing them equally

つ：its like ohhhh hFKH EVeryones FUCKIGN EHRE FOR ME AREN'T THEY!!!! FINE

あ：ohh so thats how it is… FFFFFFFFFINE [frothing] you just love to hear it dont you [frustrated by the circumstances] wish i would speak to you like this all the time. would make your life so easy, right

つ：nod nod. nene has tears in her eyes... tugging at his arms, hands

あ：feeling sooo reduced… oh nene is such a humble girl i think she really quickly can be taken into a state of "IF YOU WOULD HAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" [cries] if you could want that

つ：it makes her cry, to simply have what she wants..... to, be, owned. hard to believe, every time....it's so extreme, he has to mean it.... she's a grateful girl, when its happening. blubbering little mess....

Amane in his broken mental state, beseeching them both with.... Why don't you tell me something, for once... I'm always talking... say something. But...! It would only be Nene replying, Tsukasa DOES understand these sorts of instructions aren't for him, he just sits and listens to Nene with Amane, eager for her to be his mouthpiece, speak for them both, as she does. he sees her as a mere extention.... she's so sincere, too

あ：he has a lot of sincere faith in nene to be able to express, she is hand selected by amane and deemed worthy of this, she is good girl and does as she is told, she can answer the call

つ：whining that, I, I like not thinking of anything else.... if you really want my attention, alway, s, if, if it really-- doesn't annoy you, Hanako-kun, I-I can't, imagine, if, you wouldn't be tired, you're never tired...? Of me....?

あ：Oh i feel like it's the sort of sentence that makes Hanako become so !? [wheeze] of course. of- of course! [that feeling he gets, like: ITS SO OBVIOUS, IT'S SELF EVIDENT] ...... i could never get tired of it... [mouth tense. the road bumps!! swallows, drags hand on face] ... it's not even a competition. no one is anything.

[devolving into like.. muttering] i could do this all day… [hufff….] if i could keep you here. you wouldn't even go home, anymore. [squeezes throat]

つ：for tsukasa, at times observing nene is like observing a younger version of himself... scared to be called dummy, scared to bore, annoy, upset amane... strokes and pets her as she talks, nuzzles nene.

あ：it is like that isn't it… like the insecure self who cannot believe the interest is really present. while tsukasa has, in a sense 'matured' and gotten to the point of trusting amane's feelings so entirely that the fact that amane wants something is the proof itself

つ：amane will not waste time with unnecessary things… tsukasa watched him have no friends. he knows he is choosing nene, for a reason. but seeing her be sensitive, is sweet… seeing amane reassure her, is sweet.

あ：its pleasing to see them communicate directly like this. what tsukasa loves to seeee... getting right to it, say the words that matter most

つ：feels like amane IS healing

あ：i do think it is one of hanako's most feeble emotions that he wishes yashiro did not have to go home at the end of the day. it would be a big admittance… for her to get to know. bc she has to understand he's like a sad dog about it

つ：its cute he will occilate between dom voice and like…. nuzzling nene. so cute… having a really sweet moment of her crying. nuzz nuzz, from both boys. I love the idea of Yashiro sneaking out at night and coming to school, even if she just. sleeps. somwhere in the school. giving hanako privilege of watching her sleep

あ：break you into the nurses office or something. it would be sweet he surely wants to look at you all night and pet your head you know

つ：for all this though its funny if after a short beat he sort of…. looks…. over at Tsukasa. kind of half-lidded side-eye. Sortof grimmacing internally… like m…. observing him nuzzling and squeezing Nene, knowing that Tsukasa was also. Feeling those words, but did legitimately censor himself from replying… but its funny to be unable to control his nature towards Tsukasa. Throwing the dog a bone but, difficultly….. "and you. Do you have anything to say. Tsukasa."

Tsukasa is like !!!!!! :U ….. !!! ?!? [braindead to be called attention to] nene is like ? … [slightly confused why Amane is talking to Tsukasa? is like when… since when? hm? Tsukasa…?]

when justin is in that. mode where he's so like. When justin is like AND I lik- e, sex, weird ,sex. when H'es liek. aND i'VE got a, rap personality, to i-i his, name-- uh, its. shitty tim. [is there an offchance he STINKS?] HAHA y-- n, no I… not like, no not, shitty like….

あ：rhgfghjf yeah like fumbling to contribute as well

つ：[voice crackling in throat] YEAH I! [braindead] …AMANE…!

あ：…………………. …………………………………………………….. ………… tsukasa. [looks.] [like. go on.]

つ：!!! pants, ah!!! [excited kid on a stage]

あ：breathing into the microphone

つ：Nh! Nene-chan!!! The same!! Me, too!! Ne, ne, Nene-chan? [pivoting towards her cluelessly] its not the same as being like nervous its just being like lfjsdlfk;sj so mindless like ahouhh thank you for the opportunity!!! knocks over microphone

あ：oh you are going to activate hanako's dummy demon brain. youre not that smart huh. [slow blink] [FEELING like a benevolent god, as i reach over and grab your face with one hand]

つ：!!!

あ：[sigh] What is the same.

つ：hiccups A wiggles. now nene is also staring at tsukasa like… hm…. can he really get tongue tied? what is this scene…..

YouRs! Yours! Ua-Hhheheeheehe, we, 're here, for, AMANE!

あ：nene's end of this

the way hanako just has to feel like. [leers] Yeah that's right. [shakes head side to side while holding it in hand. the way people who are used to foxes just garb their mouths] [condescending tone]

つ：tsukasa just like HEHEHEHEHEHFEKGJRK!!!! HEEHEEEHEEheehee skitters ffeet under hakama . breathes

both nene and hanako looking so lidded . synchronus too

あ：💭 this is so easy it should be a crime. [hanako processing that dirty talking tsukasa feels like. shooting fish in a barrel]

つ：belong…. to Amane… fffor, Amane. [quieter, but still trapdoor smiling] born…. for Amane… to be with, Amane….

あ：

つ：makes Nene pause

あ：[jenny voice] heyyyy waita sec

つ：funny to think of it working authentically on hanako for 1 second being like…..[nene observes hanako ceasing] when hanako is like. the shape of. . fing ers, [begins not paying attention]

あ：[turns]

つ：I think Hanako is shitty enough, charmingly, to start like picking his nose

あ：as if this doesn't really concern him

つ：its like.... at best, pets tsukasa's head, but condescendingly

あ：that's the best i can do for you

つ：mmhmmm…… sigh you did as i asked

あ：pets you but doesnt look knocks tsukasa's hat off rudely in my gesture

つ：pant pant pant pant [perfectly satisfied]

💭 hmm… somehow this doesn't seem fair 💭… I dont know if Tsukasa-kun and I are really the same…. he's….. [squints, looking for kind words] . sure gracious, isn't he…. 💭suddenly, I feel pretty spoiled….

あ：thinking, i dont know if i could handle it if Hanako-kun wouldn't even look at me e-er. errrr…..

つ：eeehhhh…. really… hard to imagine…. what tsukasa-kun deals with…. how Hanako-kun appears from his position….

あ： nene thinking harder, in ways hanako and tsukasa just cannot: if i was just holding some other girl while hanako fingered her or something. omg wait! that sucks 😭hold on!

つ：WAIT THAT WOULD RUIN ME I justs had to listen to wahtever Hanako-kun said to her and trust it applied to me too😭 WE'RE NOT ALIKE AT ALL, TSUKASA-KUN

あ：🐟💭i guess i'm insecure even when i'm in the 'center' of this-!!!!!

つ：it's so overwhelming, but, there are worse things than being overwhelmed, aren't there…. ah, somehow, tsukasa-kun… he seems so overwhelmed by the little he gets, doesn't he…. that's amazing, but…. is it really good…? he was so happy, being spoken to, just now…. though, he's kind of always happy, isn't he…. should I be concerned? Is this overthinking…. but, well….

[huff] its Hanako-kun who I'm concerned about here….! why can't he….. do more…..Tsukasa-kun's graciousnesss…. it kind of feels like it's letting Hanako-kun get away with something…. just because someone allows such a lax treatment… does that make it alright? h-hmm… this is complicated.

あ：nene capable of being like ah hold on matte matte… …… i mean… i guess hanako-kun could.. technically treat ME in lots of ways and i'd… [this is scalping but.] ………………………………. 6_6

つ：s... so long as.... I was still... there.....

あ：i would just. be happy to be his girl i guess [bald]

つ：m-maybe that's, s, satisfying in and of itself, u-uhm… ettoo…… mmm.. l-like, my own. ah. loyalty, p.. proven m-maybe that's why Tsukasa-kun is so self-satisfied…. hmm, I suddenly feel like the most immature one here, ….. -- EXCEPT, HANAKO-KUN is just following his whims….! mmm

あ：…. but still, why doesn't hanako-kun want to be any nicer, is he really okay with treating his younger twin brother this way…. [indignant] hey, arent i older!

つ：… Tsukasa-kun said… he was born for Amane… that is how he feels, isn't it…. it's…. almost literal-feeling, in his case, isn't it….

あ：I suppose I can't imagine what it would be like to always be with Hanako-kun, since I was born.... [gets emo on tsukasa's behalf]

つ：see i want a threeway where hanako starts talking to nene as he does, and she just fucking grabs tsukasa's face and puts his face in hanako's face, and hanako is like RECORD SCRATCH

あ：it is her job to be like hey!!!

つ：[Hanako tries to look away. nene insanely grabs his jaw too] she didn't have a plan. this isn't actually well executed just got. indignant

あ：if we're just grabbing each other's faces out here if thats how we do things

つ：[trying to be fucking. firm-footed. we do things like this out here, don't we!! I'M OLDER] WHY DO WE ALWAYS LISTENT O ONLY HANAKO-KUN

あ：lol flksdghdf it feels like itd be such a [staring at each other] tsukasa [spiritually] hi handsem

つ：wiggles fingers hello vibes smiles so pleasantly! fancy seeing you heeere

nene trying to be a bold, dominant force: WHY DON'T YOU SAY HOW YOU FEEL, H, HANAKO-KUN! ALWAYS TELLING US, W,WHAT TO, DO, MMMAKING US TALK TO YOU… WH, WHAT ABOUT TSUKASA-KUN… C. CAN YOU TALK TO HIM FOR ONCE

[hands shaking holding them in place above her]

あ：wtf you dont kiss me i kiss you [pouts] hanako, disoriented, like -- where am i . werent we all like. Me: I own you You: You own us

つ：Tsukasa is just like [trapdoor mouth] heke? but I also think given a beat Tsukasa would be like… Nene-chan doesn't have to do this….❤️ you don't have to talk, Amane!

YES HE DOES

[enjoying this immensely] oh

あ：heiki heiki🤤 daijoubu im fiibne.

つ：sssooo like mnn hehe ouhhh this is so cuuute endearing awe nene-chan mmmblblbl enjoying staring at amane though like mm yes hehe

あ：a moment of pleasure for me

i think hanako is just like !? [frozen. bc the sheer like. what.] [internally, flatly] what you want me to what [frowns] [but like its so 'what' that he cant actually freak tf out about it really its like ?] especially when tsukasa is just like looking at him dopily i think its like

つ：………………….. we're too familiar for this, Yashiro. You don't get it [shittily]

あ：yeah. like . uhhh. lol…. n-no? Why would I tell Tsukasa my feelings.

つ：b. because…..

あ：He doesn't need to hear my feelings. Isn't that right. Tsukasa.

つ： I already know how Amane feels.

[wilting a little] BUT ISN'T IT NICE TO. TO HEAR IT!? YOU LIKE TO HEAR IT, DON'T YOU?!

あ："Hey……."

つ：Y, YOU LIKE TO HEAR IT!! IT FEELS GOOD TO HEAR IT!!! WHAT ARE WE DOING BUT MAKING. EACH OTHER. FEEL GOOD!!!!

あ：💭 you want me to make my little brother "feel good" ? kimochi warui

つ：I GET TO HEAR IT!!! A-AND YOU, JUST, S, sit there, I, I get that it's different, but….. b, but, T, Tsukasa-kun is. He's, he's patient, a-and,

wag wag awe Nene-chan….. wtf defending meeeee 💔 aweee

あ：Amane becoming like the. Looks at you expressionlessly like you are a particle. but i think he's not really offended by this still, it's just like. raises brow.

つ：I-I know he's content with just being present, I know it's different, but.. [trying so hard to articulate her own thesis. should have thought this through]

あ：tilts head. looks at her with some genuine pity, like, man she's upset about something isn't she. lifts head out of her hold but slowly, not ripping away or anything. reaches down, pets her head

So… you feel bad for Tsukasa because he's… well-behaved or something

つ：tsukasa, scalping Amane: It's difficult for Amane, so he doesn't need to do it Nene-chan is so kind…..

あ：[chuffs] Hey. Quit it This isn't about me

つ：YOU LISTEN TO HIM TALKING TO ME…. you respond, too… to it….I feel it. receiving things so indirectly always…… a. aren't I…. …. spoiled….?

あ：You are spoiled. [not helping]

つ：slaps him a little

あ：deserved. allows it necessary

つ：[MOVING ON] Tsukasa-kun…. can it really be like this forever, and be okay…. we… aren't exactly the same, actually….

I couldn't do what you do, at all…! If I was…. with, p, people, but I was always…. on the sides…. if I was just holding onto someone else…. someone else getting all the, love poured into them….

あ：[watching her go on like sheesh… when you say it like that] [starting to feel a lil bad. hackles raise.]

つ：[nnnnnot my bullshit being laid out]

あ：but you put hanako in such a position of... what, are you going to defend that you're very loving to tsukasa

つ：or do you si t there and wait for TSUKASA to do so hell both ways

あ：i dont like where this is going [trying to intercept tsukasa responding] Well, what am I supposed to do, to make you feel better Yashiro? You just want me to tell him, [falters.] that, it's good that he's here or whatever [6:53 PM] [trying to think on his feet] it's… I mean, the fact that I'm even letting him stay in the room. Is all the proof.

つ：tsukasa nodding feeling. feeble.

あ：… [doesnt like the vibes…] [looking at nene who is like, wet eyed at this point surely. troubled looking.] [feeling like Ohhhhh what do you want to hear…] rubs face.

つ：so feeling, stupid and belittled and yet still somewhat righteous, but unable to understand how to articulate any of it

あ：tsukasa must feel like oh poor nene she really is sad for me wwww

つ：petting her, shushing her, rubbing her lovingly with Amane….. [softly] …. I'm like Nene-chan, in the future Nene-chan… is like me, before!

Amane, [readying the scalping device] was… Amane. Hehe. I would lose something of his…. or break it… and he would say [PERFECT IMPRESSION] TSUKASA, YOU IDIOT …. [smiling] he's like that

he would groan [PERFECT IMPRESSION] UUGHHghh, Tsukasa! hehe. It's like that for Nene-chan, now ….. but. That's not how Amane really feels. Of course, of course! Of course, you know, how he really feels! It's easier to groan, hehe

but… we're having fun here, Tsukasa….. even if you know it's true….. objectively…. it would feel good to have….. more…..wouldn't it….?

[plainly] If Amane wanted to give me more, I would like that. Is Nene-chan going to make him?

n-. n-no ,

[disappointed] awe. okay!

w-wait.

あ：while they talk

つ：hanako transforming into a corn cob

あ：like sttttoppppp….. stop it [reactively] its not THAT hard, i dont need to be FORCED tsukasa is talking about me being. A LITTLE KID im not like that now [getting sooo.. like.. omgg stop the drags… stooop… IM NOT SIX ANYMOOORE THIS ISNT LIKE BREAKING MY TOY TRAIN] [FUCK!!!] but i think this would make tsukasa feel so ahaha. no you are still amane like nene goes chigau. that is you now.

つ：its not so different.

あ：tsukasa agrees. un un. oh its amane.

つ：he does call me dummy, sometimes

un un

あ：[feeling like he is being forcefully shrunked] wwHAAAT WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??? "THANKS FOR HOLDING YASHIRO WHILE I FUCK HER" ?F/GJFD "THANKS FOR BEING SO WELL-BEHAVED AND LOYAL THAT YOU PROP HER UPF OR ME"

つ：[talking to tsukasa, somewhat ignoring hanako] he's always saying things are self-evident and stuff…..

un, un he doesn't like to say it directly. action, action! Amane is about action! to your bodyyy [wiggling fingers] hehehe

あ：tsukasa, kindly: moe deshou. kawaii

つ：moe makes nene giggle

あ：kawaii desuyo ne… nene: souu…

つ：… un…… moee….. closes eyes, nodding sortof whispering towards tsukasa but still audible: but doesn't it make you wish it would be challenged….

あ：oh it's very fun to see amane be challenged [tongue lolling emotion] his reactions are the best so, will you? [wishmaker voice]

but during this babbling i do want amane to just burst out like HEY. [INTERRUPTS.] Look look look…………………. Fine. We'll try it out. [like ugh.. UGH. it doesnt matter wtf.] so can we stop talking and actually get to the funs tuff

getting indignant about not being predictable. its NOT in my nature. i'll show you two…

つ：i'm not even, having problems!!!

あ：If it really matters soo much to you Yashiro. Fine! Whatever you know. Oh me? Totally fine

つ：tsukasa smiling pleasantly. flowers around. mmm hehe

あ：[HUFFS]. watch this. [coughs] GOOD BOY TSUKASA. [like i am blasting a sonic beam]

つ：big eyes also big eyes she can observe it indeed working but its so funny, the crudest animal, he is just buzzing like ehheheheehe!!!! REALLY!!

あ：the way you can't eat food as a joke etc. [not a very immediate response, but trying to maintain cool front] Mmm-hmm… of. course you are. You're always good. [hurriedly, no homo] Just like Yashiro. 💭 cuz you two are ~the same~ or whatever. ohh good for you.

つ：ah he's so funny he is so protected. just funny

but tsukasa is just like paaant hehe CANT RESIST PUTTING ARMS AROUND SHOULDERS!!! THANK YOU, AMANE!!! nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle

あ：trying to prove a point but feeling so

つ：simply satisfied with this step 1. like we're rehabilitating an animal

あ：[grabs tsukasa's shoulders. but stops self from prying off.] [slack grip.] [doesnt. know what to do.] Yeah yeah you're welcome… [rolls shoulders.]

つ：hugs tsukasa….. you are good….. it'll be even more fun, some day

oooouu really……?

mmhm!

あ：Mhmm. [not looking at anything.] So fun. [sounds like i am appeasing some choddlers]

つ：grabs his cock

あ：[promising a kid you'll buy them a unicorn-- HRUGHFD]GF

つ：the way nene is threatening shijima. hthat sort of heelturn she can do or when she suddenly berates hanako after playing easygoing/dumb

あ：yes omg… played you under the fucking table actually i love whens he threatens shijima she gets all devil horns fully upright horns

つ：pumps through slacks. has her hand just between them, and a hand on tsukasa's back, still, from the hug

tsukasa is like hmmm, i see i see, holds Amane in place. increases grip on shoulders.

あ：Oh like the sound of iron bars slamming shut. it's all happening so fast -- like tsukasa reacted just before he could peel off and escape hand

Expert tsukasa reaction time So you just have Hanako kicking his legs about and making as if to float/inch backwards

startled horse out here. but ohhhhhhhhhh i think the cock pain is unimaginable in this position. 0-100… you weren't actually keeping track of yourself this whole time. feels like your body has been tense and wound up from all the prattling becomes so very hard in her grip it's abysmal

つ：nene has a devil horns mode somewhere inside of her. actually hanako being shitty this whole time has just made her certain of doing this, at a point.

あ：He thinks he can talk down to us like we're just two dumb kids or something ooooh....

つ：[flatly] oh, you got hard fast.

あ：dissociates

つ：slides hand into pants. just jerks off so fast

あ：It's never so. fast

つ：tsukasa's hand of this deal is simply being face against amane's cheek and nuzzling and getting THE most upclose experience of him breathing and panting and shuddering everrr WOOOOOWWWW

[heavily] Thhis is ffun, Nene-chan…… [breathed into Amane's ear]

あ：the-- you should never be talking to your sibling if you can see/touch your penis. shouldn't be chest to chest with tsukasa in embrace while getting cock stroked. sirens going off. WE ARE IN DANGER

but i think delightfully it shuts his brain down enough that he has no freaking plan of escape and is just squirmbling… grapples, grasps tsukasa and nene intermittently, tight grasps! but i think she is scarily determined and unfettered by some sloppy pawing at

they both feel amane buck into her hand harshly as tsukasa speaks… shuddering… trying to choke down noises….

つ：nene-chan is very impressive, he thinks.....

あ：very clever girl!

つ：tsukasa-kun, maybe you could keep doing that…..

mmm, talking? uuehehehe

あ：nene onee-chan is in the room, has the mic. i think she could be soo needling and exact actually, like: I can feel that he likes you talking.

つ：😮

あ：hauhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh reallyyyyy?

つ：make hanako grab his own face

あ：you are FLAYING HIM it sjust like NNGHFD!!! knocks off my hat

つ：Amane…. it's good if it's for Nene-chan, right…? Isn't it good? she wants this….. you're pleasing her! That feels good, doesn't it, Amane? You can't feel bad for doing something she likes

(why am I on blast….)

あ：(thats how it is girl…)

つ：he is chaotic alignment.

mm, mmm, you're giving her a show….! She likes us, you know….

あ：[hands claw at the front of tsukasa's shirt] [scrabble scrabble.. restless…]

つ：….[thinking about the show, for her, then] …… I love you❤️

あ：hanako has become the big show. [cock painfully, dramatically seizing in her grip] i think its so oo lfijgghf. like hg fkghf dont tsay yhtat while i am getting jerked off so hard ifkdgh ..f [leaks] [drips onto her]

つ：nene finally tongue-tied observing this. ack. ddndmn. boys simply can only keep pumping mindlessly

あ：its a lot to be right up against. sheeesh the intensity…

つ：petting Amaneeee... really stroking face, hair, back. no longer gripping him tightly in place...

あ：A good position honestly… i like how he could reach past tsukasa to touch nene for comfort too, pet her hair… not in any state to like… flee.. its like ooh…….. youve shrunk him…

つ：gaze BESEECHINGLY but helplessly. while bucking into hand. does this pleeaaase youuuuu

あ：is this really whatis wanted [whines.]

つ：shudders to hear him whiine so close.... also whines, like sympathetic animal

あ：help… the whacky shaaack [RUBS FACE AGAINST…]

つ：the threeway… was dangerous, always HYUUEEEE NUZZLING. STEAM COMES OFF HEAD

あ：nuzzling but in a manner like two possessed animals frenetic energy. we are not calming down from it

rub rub rub… ohh and the way tuggies can be sooo violent when youre feeling it like fucks hand soo hard. rhghfg… always feel insane when im feeling it THAT hard. girl isnt even moving her hand much

つ：at this point…. she is really just feeling his pace and intensity, it's mostly him now…. seeing them nuzzle… w… whoa…. never seen it like this… haven't imagined it like this…. ! s. sweet, right….

moves hands to weirdly touch his ribs, buttons of his gakuran

あ：auerrr.. dizzying… reflexively, hanako feels fear about something like this. gut clenches. you usually are trying to live your life so that you would never be in a position like this. [thinks] oh but the brain…! you know, i think everything that lead up to this has left him in a position where there's a voice that's just like.. wailing in the brain… like… 'why can't you just say it back… why can't you just say you love them…! why can't you just say it… i want to say it! i want to say it back… i do! i do want to…' [eyes squeezed shut, teeth bared] [shaking head back and forth] [pulling hips away in fear, pushing them back into grip harshly in desperation] … there's times where your own mental barriers are sooo at war with your raw raw brain being activated by sex.. like… it's as if someone has escaped prison and is trying to grab the mic -- QUICK, NOW!! N OW… SAY IT!! say it say it say it say it.. say it. say it!!!!!! say it…. you don't even tell yashiro it, you're soo shitty, PLEASE, SAY IT!! SAY SOMETHING!!! [throat SEALED.] SAY IT [lips twitching, pulling] [swallowing, tongue curling] CMONN JUST.. [sound that dies off in 1 second, rghh SCALDING NOO MURI MURI IF FGHDF I CANT]

it should be fine it will be fine. they'd be so happy to hear it. you're fucking them, why wouldn't you want them to feel good. [bonk. bonk.] but also: [DYING, CRYING, FEEL LIKE BODY IS GOING TO INVERT, TONGUE HURTS, MUSCLES ARE TENSE!! REFUSE]

つ：a part of hanako that is like I HATE IT THE MOST IF I SAY IT IN THIS CIRCUMSTANCE!!! [but it takes a circumstance like this to say it, the way it works]

あ：i dont want to do it like this NOOO its not faaair i dont want to ITS EMBARRASSING HA-ZU-KA-SHIII!! FSDHGJF NOOOO… but also like: I KNOW YOU WONT DO IT LATER!! ASSHOLE

absolutely NO way will you say it in a casual context!!!

つ：that is the problem . you wont even THINK about saying it later, when you're all comfortable when the world is your oysterrrrr

あ：the more he tries… really TRIES to say something.. the more its like.. [choking sounds..] [pulls own hair] … i think it really cannot even get close to the sounds… such a hump, its just like vague buzzing in the throat.

[mouth moving indistinctly]

つ：tsukasa listening attentively to the starts and stops.... can tell he's trying at something... which is interesting.

あ：but i think itd be cuuute if… like he has to pivot and hoarsely say 'help' amane needs. help [shaking tsukasa's shoulders slightly] [head hung]

つ：!!! … [whispering like child] from me, or Nene-chan

あ：who do i give the gun

つ：all good, and terrible options

あ：difficult. oh but you know… despite everything, i do think its like, it is nene who is assaulting me and i think he's kind of feeling an instinctive urge to hide against tsukasa. your little shriveled pea islike my gf is scary… brother help

its funny… when i think about the hindbrain tsukasa wouldnt do this to me😭

つ：kowaii nene-chan!!! ITS TRUE. your gf is scarier

あ：in response to tsukasa's question, amane's hands reach up and grab tsukasa's face weakly wordless

つ：ah! [oh its me!] [actually quietly enough to not be heard by nene, especially over all the rustling….] yes, Amane…?

あ：[simmering slightly… what is this ……….. it feels like we're under a blanket and tsukasa is talking to me in the middle of big kid stuff…] [.. shimmies closer. umm turns out , whispering helps the feeble sealed throat] i w. i want to… >///<;;;. say. stuff. [muttering] but s'harrd.d….

つ：hmmm... how can I help you say it?

あ：[groans...] i dont know.......!! ........ ... i dont know what my problem is.

つ：nene so fucking interested in fact whispering is happening. suddenly feels like damn they are brothers IM the fuckin third wheel omfg

あ：holy shit…! [but like respectfully] thats fair for now. [closes eyes]

つ：it is like. respectfully .

あ：its funny to like pause jerking off. but still hand on cock

つ：you can't let him escape but indeed. ceases pumping. they are. talkingit seems rude.

hmmm. do you want to say something good? or bad? its like lol is he trying to say stop or something nasty or something nice …/?? hmhmm

あ：its good to be wondering lol [hanako looking miserable] good…? [pinches brow, frustrated] no, wait, definitely good. you. you want to hear it. i just. [rhg!] i just want to… i want to be like. [RGH!!!]

つ：oh, something I want to hear….! [sound of a penny falling to the ground] do you want to ask to kiss?

あ：

you've made me so angry

つ：I'M SORRY HANAKO I'M SAYING YES TO THE MOMENT AND THAT IS WHAT TSUKASA WOULD SAY oh shit what i want? ok

あ：[distracted] you want to kiss. (fucking.. where the fuck am i!!!!!!!)

つ：nods it feels good

あ：uhuh. you know that

つ：they're talking so much.....

あ：its getting stupid out here [flatly] I don't want to say anything actually.

つ：fucking fsdklj;gkl;gjgklf;gg THIS IS HOW NARROW THE HOLE IS BUT ITS SO GOOD!!!! so ufunnyy.

あ：Unfortunately. Its gone there's no more urgency

つ：awe…..! okay…… …. nene-chan has paused. …. do you wanna finish

あ：you almost want to be like. No [sighs and slumps on] [just. reaches down and moves nene's hand] commence.

つ：o-oh..!!! c. continues?? tsukasa-kun… is he okay…..

un un…. [whispering to Amane again, much to nene's chagrin] amane asked me what i'd like to hear…. … there's too many of those to help you so, I'll never guess it.

you have to imagine tsukas'as brain trying to procure 'thing i want amane to say' is fucking. like. a cacophony of possibilities. and theyre mostly like. TSUKASA LET'S PLAY, TSUKASA LET'S HAVE A STARING CONTEST LIKE WE USED TO, TSUKASA I WANT TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER,

あ：hm things to make a guy horny honestly… you know amane's own nature keeps him suspended in things longer than necessary, you really put yourself into a state of being edged

so funny though youve kind of made it worse bc this time youre gonna b elike: kiss……… while getting jerked off again

つ：and then the ones Amane would especially not want to hear, the ill stuff like Tsukasaaaa let me do it againnnn, it felt so good [to stab you], Tsukasa you looked so good that day toooo, Tsukasaaaaa can I come on you

the fucking unending list of things Tsukasa Would Like To Hear. Would be a Tome

あ：hanako knows not what he is getting horny about i think its such a brainless reaction like oh you got so much huh

つ：lots.

あ：this is making suki feel like small potatoes

つ：in the grand scheme it is kind of small potatoes which is extremely funny its like, larger potatoes to NENE to overhear

like it would touch her heart. DONT GET ME WRONG TSUKASA WOULD LOVE IT AND BE VERY ENAMOURED TO HEAR IT!!!! amane is losing his mind over a single MINERAL

あ：no yes of course. oh its funny if. like despite the conversation devolving seemingly. that actually tsukasa took the edge off of things and hanakois like hwatever. i can say it in a roundabout way. like not how you think

つ：so effectively. so funny but it should work that way. like wtf

あ：you just made it feel so like [looks] [sighs while getting jerked off again] [leisurely almost] i love you too. there done. OHH everyone fucking clap now

つ：!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

あ：thats right

つ：[overlapping audio] AMANE!!!!

HANAKO-KUN!!!!

あ：[leaks]

つ：[ALL HANDS RUSH FORWARDS TO PET]

あ：(⊙_◎)

つ：AMANEEE AMANE AMANEEEEE AHAHAHHAHAHA I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THAT!! [stomps foot] I WOULD I WOULD I WOULD!!!

[wiping a tear] ah… I did something….. !!! good for them…. this feels like something has been loosened….. I did something nice…. after all…

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!! Amane!!! [NUZZ NUZZ]

あ：[being assaulted, but stress has been diffused enough that he can just cough. loll head, eyes lidded still]

つ：I love you, too…..!

あ：I love you… [muttering.]

つ：[cracks voice bc he is so precious rn, wtf!!]

あ：[reaches and pets nene] [cups her face for a bit]

つ：a more elegant, delicate jerking motion, loving caresses

あ：well here i am… (￣、￣) and. indeed. this feels good. okay i did it. (￣﹃￣) i proved myself i close my eyes and ic ome. because ti is my choice

つ：nene snaking in to kiss him on the cheek comes peacefully

あ：i like to do it. [rests chin on tsukasa's shoulder]

つ：it pleases my compatriots.

nene after this is like. HOOUUUUUUUUhh… OOFs down like ahhh a hardworking girl, exhausted, emotionally…. but this ended so well…. pleased… satisfied…. mmm

あ：imagining hanako having become so placid he looks kind of dead-eyed and vacant

つ：[whispering, but audibly, to Nene. I dont need Amane to not hear this.] Thank you, Nene-chan…! I really liked it! its so fun to be right there!

あ：[loudly] I liked it too. [broken]

つ：turns

turns

あ：fkdghdf looks like fucking.. WHAT!!!!!!!!! "SORRY. should i say that i HATED it."

つ：both nene and tsukasa so like mmmmnn..g…h…. mmm…. mmm ah, they both laugh at him… giggly bubbly girlz

あ：what the fuck…………. [floats out of the room]

つ：continue giggling in a pile, facing each other…. for nene, it's an adrenaline rush finally like ah, petering off… wooo the butterflies, settling…! little tangle of limbs with tsukasa, hands intermingled, knees against one another…..

they will touch foreheads and laugh and have an odd atmosphere of nuzzling for a while. i wish i could make hanako regret leaving like he comes back and they are kissing lol

あ：loool yes oh my god the most like cucked feeling what hte fuck [angry]

つ：calmly kissing. happened organically. we didnt think about it

tsukasa was thinking about kissing and nene-chan was very keen on gazing upon tsukasa directly for once, not avoiding him, as that defeats the point of her new creed, and one thing lead 2 another, didn't think about it too hard

あ：Hanako whenever he forces his way between kou and nene. like slides myself in the middle physically descends on you two like an annoying weiner dog

visually i just love the thought of squirmbling over and descending between them. wergle wergle. chuffs.

つ：nene feels a bit shy about it like flkjsklf ah what HAS come over me omg… c. crazy day. feels slightly corrected (but a little amused….)…. tsukasa just feels LOL HAHA [cuddles j00 then. puts leg and arm around]

あ：[grabs her pussy] these actions happening simultaneously

つ：one motion nuzzle . doesnt notice you went for nene's pussy. just thinks we're snuggling all of us. ready for a naparoo

あ：[just wordlessly i continue to rub her pussy] its a crazy day indeed

つ：nene kinda feeling like a . oh i could get fingered… i was such a good girl for hanako-kun i did a good thing and I feel good about it, being fingered would be nice

あ：the receptiveness would make hanako feel like "sigh. i also would like to finger" but a funny atmosphere of doing this with tsukasa like. wrapped around. but like… allows it.

つ：some mutually comforting fingering for us. with tsukasa just latched affectionately, causing no problems. its like what nene did was increase possibility for things like… this. hanako technically in between them.

あ：you've greased the wheels… fingering nene… getting nuzzled… its good though…. mmm its almost like its… its easy enough to quietly use other hand to just pet tsukasa. rub…

つ：feeling the most, mmm my... dogs.... sigh. peaceful vibes. nene clinging and tugging, her girlish self. a kind of... nostalgic feel to how 'basic' this lil session is. nice for hanako

あ：can just get lost in the sauce of fingering. and we just enjoy that and do not engage in mental chess

siiiigh i want hanako's own stubbornness to kind of loop around into… like wanting to prove a point in how not big a deal this stuff is for me, look. but instead just entrapping himself in circumstances where he cannot escape the raw responses.. like. Look how cool and progressive i am (kisses Tsukasa on the head) or smtn. i lean over and peck on cheek. but then you are forced to live in the moment of both Nene and Tsukasa becoming [stare]

and also not being like brave still lakshfhd like youre so far from makeouts…

つ：i changed so much. i altered hanako's dna

whoa. o3o ….. tucks… against amane's back….

あ：humbling to be chuu'd

つ：one little step atta time!

i like that hanako will probably just like, decompress from THIS day… but spend remaining days just like. thinking about freaking… Nene… Tsukasa…. these freaks

she wants me to idk DO SOMETHING with him, he wants to, kiss me, nene would probably love to WATCH that…. i didn't ask for this this was not brought on be me, i wuld never instigate this .. BUT NEITHER WUOLD TSUKASA

あ：Why would Nene want me to look at Tsukasa while she jerks me off. wakaranai Didn't she just say that she would be too insecure if she was off to the sides. when justin is like. bitches be crazy

つ：bitches! be crazy!

あ：tsukasa definitely wouldn't do that like. i mean he hasn't.

つ：he is not that rogue.

あ：Even if……… like………….. on some technical level………….. Tsukasa would enjoy kissing me…. [don't like to think it.] …………… I mean, we literally lived and died together. And that's not what happened.

[self aware moment] I mean. Tsukasa… wouldn't. Force himself onto me. [mouth pressed into a line] I can clip him for just hugging me too much. [but you hate the self awareness] it's kind of my fault for not rejecting the situation harder earlier. bUT I WOULD BE MORE SANE IF YASHIRO HADN'T GOTTEN ALL COCK CRAZY

つ：its hard for a guy to think while he's being jerked off! i can't make decisions like that! i can't slice the pie!!!

あ：fucking.. what guy can say no to hottest girl he knows jerking him off!! of course it feels good wtf so it's her fault i guess

[literally stewing for hours] …. and tsukasa even TOLD yashiro that he is fine with things, and, HE IS, he's liable to stick his hands somewhere he shouldn't for a second but-- He's just not thinking, it's like when he'd make a grab for food too fast before mom set it down

つ：he's just childish like that it's YASHIRO who wants to.. take things to some, new level. For some reason….! Pervert… a perversion of my relationship

あ： Insatiable… Not satisfied with things as they are… for some reason It's not enough to be sitting on Tsukasa like some luxurious throne while I fuck her

つ：its not enough to be so spoiled, i have to be harassed…

do enjoy thinking about Hanako toasting himself internally while starting out/trying to drag nene mentally for being the weird one here. you just get to the point its inevitably like. depraved… horny,gf. bizarre, freakish girl, wants it to get so weird in here, ew, wants to swap spit with me and my little brother like a whore

[just laying like this for a long time] [notices he has a boner] N

あ：Hanako is making the air quantifiably more humid

つ：i love a guy alone in his bathroom at night with too much spare time to think. alone with boner

あ：Honestly I think about this so much. I mean it's actually kind of what my reoccurring bit is with Hanako, where -- in , shaming you for being horny about this, he goes on to describe things graphically and gets horny in teh act of doing it

I do think whenever it's like: Stupid slut.. what… you want me to fuck his face he's really stoking himself at the thought

つ：stroking himself

あ：I think also the format of bullying makes him get cruder and harsher than he would normally... but htis just makes him. horny!!!!!!!!!!

つ：not being eloquent guy no more

あ：While trying to be upsetting. its like whaaaaat... you wanna jus twatch... finger yourself.. while he jerks me off [losing vision]

つ：its his own fault. But it's a noxious cloud effect where it dissintegrates nene too much for her to be the one to call him out, and turns tsukasa into the one like [looks]

あ：You know when a character is just broke. and they walk themselves back into, like, having fantasies

Your brain like ran a maze incidentally. desperate for pleasure It just expands Hanako's brain to think in this format. you can suddenly see so many positions

つ：its one situation though where nobody can do basically anything... it will just be hanako rambling like a madman, horny, tsukasa getting hot wind into his brain like mnrgm? (has NEVER congealed this imagery in his LIFE)

nene recieving this like it'sa scolding, but its also things she could have NEVER congealed as imagery, either!!!

あ：the [chuckles im in danger kid] fused with [why would you draw that] meme

つ：dealing with the immediacy of the imagery hanako is creating images for everyone involved to be slack jawed at

[timmymyluv]

nepo baby

dad!timothee pt. 1 

dad! timothee with talented progeny who are just as passionate as their papa in the craft!

was supposed to work on the announced work i had wip like my series but i couldnt resist with this dad timmy blurb i wrote on the spot hope u like it! i missed writing so here it is, something short, and sweet. 

dad!timothee chalamet x reader

warning(s): none, just sickening fluff

word count: 453 words

“You’re sure you still wanna do this, bub?”

“Yes, more than anything!”

You watched your daughter in her curls so like her father neatly braided in twin pigtails, with the same hooded hazel eyes and smile you love so well. As she sits in the makeup chair, receiving a pep talk from her professional actor father, you can’t help but smile at how alike they are.

Timothee has been on the same board as you in keeping your children out of the spotlight, her older brother Laurence, Vivienne and her younger twin siblings Nathaniel and Juliet.  Yet you both could not resist little Vivienne’s pleas and begs to give her a chance to work with the casting agent who asked if she wanted to be an actress, just like her parents.

“Wanna run your lines again, sweets?” Timothee asks, script in hand with highlights and annotations not only for his part but for his daughter’s lines too.

Viv shakes her head confidently, raising her chin to the air as she puts her arms to her sides with a toothy grin.

“I know my lines over and over again, papa. You and I went over this many, many times - I won’t forget.” Brushing away the stray curls in front of her face, you had no doubts that she picked up her acting chops from her father. If your first born Laurence had a penchant for fashion, picking up the subtleties in fabrics and silhouettes early on, and being a child model from baby and toddler fashion campaigns, Viv was for the thespian world.

Kissing Nathaniel’s fine hair on the forehead as he happily bounced in front of your chest with a baby sling while Jules was passed out in the dual carrier, you felt your heart warm with fondness at your little family.

“Doing alright, darling?” Timmy comes from behind you, resting a comforting palm on your shoulder as he pecks your nose, earning a giggle from you.

“Better than ever, mon ange.” You kiss him quickly on the lips, before he reaches down to play with the little boy strapped to your chest, playing peek-a-boo with him excitedly.

From the corner of your eye, you see Greta, heavy in her director mode, giving careful directions to your daughter for her first scene, paying attention to every word given to her on the emotions she wants, just like how they’d rehearsed.

Seeing father and daughter saunter off, in character and deeply immersed in their scripts and lines like its second nature, you knew Hollywood had a heck of an acting dynasty coming up.  Even precocious in her young age, Vivienne was a serious actress with a bright future ahead of her in the industry.

[undeadchestnut]

The true weight of what Strickler was asking him - what Strickler was going to ask his mom if Jim gave his consent - was just beginning to settle on him.

My little take on a Stricklake proposal. Maybe not as romantic as some, but important decisions call for a dash of pragmatism.

I wrote the dialogue for this a month ago as a comic script... but dropped it when I realized it would take far too long to draw. Maybe now that I'm (apparently) learning how to write, I can actually share these sorts of ideas without having to turn everything into a dang comic? :O

Read it on Ao3, or right here:

(Reminder that I pretend RotT doesn't exist. The movie was written like a joke and should be treated as such.

You can make up your own scenario for this one, but it takes place at some point in time after Wizards. The world is at peace and the Order has been dealt with in one way or another - preferably with peaceful solution.)

To Family

Jim could barely remember the last time his childhood home had seen a quiet afternoon. It certainly wasn’t quiet now.

Settled on the couch, he spared a glance at little Zelda from time to time, her small, excited figure bouncing up and down on a playmat in the middle of the living room floor. She seemed content with her current pastime - banging building blocks together, the noise filling the air along with her giggles. Despite the racket, Jim didn’t see any reason to interfere with her playing. There was the relatively harmless danger of her tiny fingers getting caught between the blocks, but… Well, some lessons are better taught by small mistakes than warning words - or so he thought.

“Riiiight, I wonder where I picked that one up.” He mumbled, more to himself than to the second toddler on his lap. “Not sure how I feel about that, I tell you.” That’s what he said, but he knew. Knew it by the fond smile on his lips as he pondered the thought. Knew it in the way he gently ruffled the soft black hair of the boy in front of him.

Young Walt was quite uninterested in his words. His eerily familiar green eyes were instead fixed on his adoptive sister, who had just discovered that the blocks could, in fact, be stacked on top of each other.

“Okay. Maybe we can try that book now, huh? Before your sister gets going again.” Jim held Walt close and reached out for the story book on the coffee table, but halted and looked up when he heard the sound of clawed feet on wood approaching.

Strickler entered, little Otto in his arms, carefully navigating the toy littered living room. An exercise that wasn’t made easier by Otto, who cheerfully bumped Strickler’s nose with the palm of his hand. Prominent as it was on Strickler’s face, it was always a favorite with the children.

“Alright you rascal, go play.” Strickler said with gentle gruffness, sitting the boy’s freshly diapered behind down on the mat. The arrival of his brother prompted young Walt to start wriggling on Jim’s lap. Jim placed him on the ground and watched him waddle over to his siblings. The boy plopped down next to Zelda and promptly swatted at her growing tower of blocks. Ever the troublemaker. The blocks clattered on the floor, Otto gaped open mouthed, and Jim and Strickler both watched with halted breath, waiting for Zelda’s reaction. Thankfully, the girl only let out a joyful shriek and began her second attempt with even more zeal. Strickler nodded approvingly.

Settling back on the couch, Jim took out his phone, but looked up soon after when he realized Strickler was still just… standing there. Staring at the children and fidgeting with the hem of his left sleeve.

Okay. Something was up.

As if he could feel Jim’s questioning stare - and Jim didn’t think it unlikely - Strickler turned to look at him, a confident smile spreading across his face. Jim didn’t buy it, not for one second.

“Jim!” Strickler said jovially and gestured towards the nearest spot on the couch. “Mind if I sit?”

Okay, something was definitely up.

“Uh, yeah? Why ask? It’s your house too, dude!” Jim gave him a showman-like smile to rival his own. “Don’t make it awkward again.”

“Yes, well, hmmm…” Strickler sat down hesitantly, his back a little too straight, and his hands a little too neatly folded in his lap. “You see, there’s something I would like to talk about…”

Jim shoved his phone back in his pocket and leaned forward curiously. He watched Strickler reach inside his jacket and pull out a small.... box, of sorts? It was oval, just big enough to fit in the palm of one hand, and - as far as Jim could tell - made of brown leather. It looked in good shape, yet something about it felt old to Jim. Although, that might just be because everything about Strickler felt old sometimes. Most times.

“I know, I wasn’t always deserving of a place in your family, and…” Strickler cleared his throat, his voice carried little of his usual self-confidence. “...and perhaps I never will be.” He held the box out to Jim. On closer inspection, Jim could tell it really was old. And then he suddenly realized what kind of a box it was.

“Jim Lake. Would you allow me to ask for your mother’s hand in marriage?”

By now Jim’s eyes had left the box to stare directly at Strickler’s face, at a loss for words. The moment might have dragged on awkwardly, if it hadn’t been interrupted by another clatter of falling toy blocks, followed by another gleeful shriek and giggle.

“No wait, hang on!”Jim gesticulated wildly, one hand thrusting out towards the box, palm first as if to shove it away. “You’re asking me?! Uuuh, I’m pretty sure that’s something you should talk about with mom?” He pulled up his shoulders and laughed nervously. “I mean! I knew you were old-fashioned, but this…”

Strickler shook his head, his smile more genuine now, soft and perhaps a bit relieved that Jim’s immediate reaction hadn’t been outright dismissal. “It’s not like that. I would like to know if you’d feel comfortable with it, that is all.” He lifted the box a little, encouraging Jim to take it.

Jim obliged and opened it carefully to examine its contents. A silver ring with a slim filigree band and a faceted stone of deep green, that Jim - who didn’t know a whole lot about mineralogy - would have called an emerald. Strickler could have more correctly identified it as chrome tourmaline, had Jim cared to ask. Much like the box, the ring felt old, although it certainly looked shiny and brand new.

“We do have quite the history, you and I,” Strickler said now, with a light chuckle. “So. I would like your approval before I bring it up with her.” ‘Quite the history’ was putting it lightly, Jim thought, staring at the ring in his hands. They’d been living under the same roof for a long while now, and it certainly hadn’t been easy at first. Not easy for Jim, that is. But then, nothing had been easy for him in the aftermath of everything that had happened. Strickler had been remarkably patient, and had weathered Jim’s lingering anger and frustration with humility and understanding. With time, countless cups of tea, and many, many late night talks, Jim’s remarks against his former teacher and enemy had become less cutting scorn, and more light-hearted teasing.

And once again, Jim just couldn’t help himself.

“Looks expensive!”

Jim snapped the box shut with a sharp crack that made even the composed Strickler flinch. Then he fixed on the changeling's wide eyes with a deadpan stare.

“Well, I sure hope you kept the receipt.”

“Oh. I see.” Strickler mustered a sad smile, but his slumping posture told Jim that perhaps his joke had been out of line this time. “It’s an old heirloom that’s been in my possession for centuries. I suppose I could find an antiquar to sell it-”

“Whoa! Hey!” Jim waved his free hand in a placating gesture. “I was joking! Sarcasm? That’s usually your thing?” He held out the box with an encouraging grin. “Here. You’re fine.”

Strickler shot him an incredulous look as he reached towards the box, and Jim had to admit that he felt extremely pleased, seeing Strickler unnerved like that. An uncommon situation that just screamed to be exploited.

Just as Strickler's clawed fingers took hold of the box, Jim’s other hand shot out to rest on Strickler's stony wrist. Strickler’s eyes snapped up and found Jim’s clear blue stare fixed on him again.

“I know she loves you,” Jim said levelly. “And I can see how happy she is. And you, well...” Jim hesitated. The true weight of what Strickler was asking him - what Strickler was going to ask his mom if Jim gave his consent - was just beginning to settle on him. Jim thought he was giving his approval for his mom’s sake - if being with Strickler made her happy, Jim could be happy with it too, right? But it wasn’t just for her sake. He realized that, when he felt the slight tremble of Strickler’s hand under his touch, realized it as he looked into hopeful amber eyes. Eyes that dared hope not only for acceptance… but for love as well.

“You…” Jim’s voice was shaky now, nothing of its previous flippancy left. His throat felt hot, the words just wouldn’t come past it. And he could feel the weight fall off his shoulders when he became aware of how little that bothered him now. To show this kind of weakness in front of Strickler. No, it wasn’t just for her sake.

“I guess you’ve earned your place in our family.” Jim let go of the box and of Strickler’s wrist, raised a hand to wipe at his eyes with a defiant sniff. Then it shot out to wag one pointed index finger directly in front of Strickler’s face. “Just don’t screw this up!” His grin was wide, his eyes gentle (and wet, but he tried not to think about it.) “You know what my sword on your throat feels like.”

Strickler leaned back, the ring box pressed close to his heart. “I’ll behave, promise.” Jim could’ve sworn his voice sounded even more hoarse than usual. A fond smile spread across Strickler’s face and then a relieved chuckle rumbled from deep within chest. “Thank you, young Atlas.”

Jim relaxed as well, wiping the last of the dampness in his eyes away. He caught Strickler doing the same, though he did it with his whole body turned away to watch the children, pretending to scratch his nose, the sly bastard.

“So,” Jim said loudly, determined not to let this moment linger on into awkwardness. “When are you going to ask her? Nooo, wait-” He held up one hand, eyes rolling dramatically. “Don’t tell me. You’re probably gonna make it all grand and corny and embarrassing.”

“Believe it or not, but...no.” Strickler was facing Jim again, absentmindedly turning the ring box over and over in his hands, his voice quiet and tender. “There’s… a lot to consider. I’d rather not put her on the spot with a flashy display.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but once again Jim couldn’t quite buy into the lighthearted gesture. “So, we’ll just have a talk about it. Tomorrow, maybe…”

“Waaaaaait…” Jim narrowed his eyes at Strickler. Glanced down at Strickler’s hands, still fidgeting with the box, then nailed him with a sharp stare and a disarming grin. “You’re having cold feet!”

The box stopped its spinning, abruptly. Long fingers curled tightly around it, as if seeking reassurance. “I most certainly don’t-”

“Yeah, you do!” Jim laughed openly now, incredibly pleased at seeing Strickler wide eyed and flustered yet again. From the floor, three tiny voices joined in with giggles of their own, unaware of the source of Jim’s laughter, yet infected by it all the same. “You’re afraid she’ll say no!”

“I just... Look, I’m merely trying to be considerate-”

“Sure, sure.” Jim bit his lip to try and regain some seriousness. Which proved difficult with Strickler right in his view, chest puffed out in indignation like some insulted rooster, bruised ego and all. Maybe a change of topic was in order.

“No look, it’s gotta be special somehow!” Jim rubbed his chin, gears turning in his head and excitement taking over as he thought about what he could do for his mom. For both of them. “Jeez, Toby is usually the man for this sort of stuff, but… If you want to keep it small, how about dinner for two?” Jim was really getting into it now and he took out his phone to type a few messages right on the spot. Strickler looked on, bewildered at the turns this conversation was taking. The Lakes never quite realized how disarming their generosity could be, and Jim was oblivious to it in this very moment. “I’ll get my friends together to take care of the kids. You better pick up one of those fancy wines with a name I can’t pronounce.” Jim looked up from his phone, excitement plain on his face. “And I’ll cook for you. Plenty of time for you two to talk!”

“Now just wait-” Strickler tilted his head, embarrassed and very aware of the fact that he should be the one to do this sort of planning.”Jim, you don’t have to-”

“I want to!” Jim didn’t leave any room for hesitation or embarrassment. “I really want to.” Another disarming smile. “Mom deserves the best, right?” And so do you.

Strickler nodded. Slowly, hesitantly at first, then with conviction. Jim’s excitement proved just as infectious as his laughter. “Right…Right! The very best...” Strickler clutched the ring box in his hands tightly, close to heart again. “Jim, say…Would you - I might be getting ahead of myself here, ha.” A single nervous titter escaped him. “But if she agrees, would you...be my best man? It would be the greatest honor.” That last part - stilted as it was - was added so Strickler could regain a bit of his composure. In his hands the little box started spinning again.

Jim played along with his grandeur for but a second. “The honor would be all mine… Is what you would say, but I’m not lame like you! Sure, I’ll be your best man!” He finger gunned in a gesture that would have been embarrassing on him just a few years back, but that now came across with all the endearing confidence of one who had learned to embrace his inherent awkwardness. “It’ll be crispy.” He said with a wink that was the final proverbial nail in Strickler’s attempt to lend this moment any kind of gravitas.

Strickler couldn’t help but laugh.

“I see.” He snorted. “Thank you, Jim.” And then, another ill-fated attempt at seriousness: “Words cannot express how-”

“Nope, lame!” Jim jumped up. If the situation was about to turn awkward, he wanted no part in it. And besides, his head was filled with planning, he couldn’ possibly sit still right now. “I need to get some groceries for your dinner tomorrow. I’ll take your car, yeah?” He squeezed by Strickler and made for the front door, ruffling little Walt’s hair in passing. Grabbing his bag from the banister and hastily slipping into a pair of shoes, he was struck by another thought. “Oh, and I need to start thinking about my best man's speech!” He said, car keys jangling as he opened the door. “Which will not be lame!”

“But you don’t even know if-” Strickler yelled after him, but the door had already clicked shut.

Strickler looked down at the ring box in his hands, his voice very small now:

“You don’t even know if she’ll say yes.”

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“So...Walter Lake?”

They had long finished their meal and each said their words. Many of them. The open ring box sat between them on the dinner table, the ring still inside - a question asked and an answer half given.

Barbara looked up from the box, his would-be name on her lips. Her sapphire eyes left the moss green of the gemstone to look into eyes that were of that exact same color when she fell in love with them - but that now shone in that brilliant yellow and red she had grown to love even more.

“If you’ll have me,” he said, chin resting on folded hands, those eyes fixed on her, still waiting for a decisive answer.

She never understood how he could make that fanged smile of his look so gentle. Nor how his rough voice could sound so timid.

“And you seriously asked Jim for his blessings?” she asked, head tilted, with a smile of her own. Oh, how she wished to know how that conversation went.

He spread his hands in a gesture that encompassed the entire table. “Hence, the fancy dinner.”

“Walter...Lake… Walter Lake.” Looking at the ring again, she repeated the words. Felt them on her lips. They felt...right. “Walter Lake. I do like the sound of that.” She looked up at him and found his eyes narrowed with mirth.

“So, would you say…” he said slowly, drawing out the moment, relishing in the way her expression slacked when she realized what was about to happen. He picked up the box, gave it a little shake. “...it has a nice ring to it?”

“Ugh…” she groaned, fingers rubbing at her temple. “I walked right into that one. Hand over that ring already, so I can divorce you.”

He did as she asked, a pleased grin on his lips that he just couldn’t hide. His long fingers picked up the ring and his other hand took hold of hers gently. She watched, eyes widening as he carefully slid the ring on her own finger.

“Walt... Your hands are shaking,” she whispered fondly. She searched his face, her eyes sparkling. How on earth had he managed to hide his nerves from her until now?

“Hush.” He brought her ringed hand to his lips, kissed it tenderly, eyes shut. Let his lips linger there. He didn’t trust himself to speak, she noticed, now that she was more aware of his feelings.

She slid her hand away from his lips and around his face, cupping it gently. Pulled him closer, her own head leaning forward at the same time. His eyes fluttered open briefly, then their foreheads touched, and came to rest against one another, soft skin pressed against cool stone. They sat there in silence, eyes closed to the rest of the world.

She pulled away after a while, reluctantly, but she needed to see those eyes again. They opened to look at her, a soft glow in the dimly lit room. “Will you marry me?” she asked, another tender sparkle in her own eyes that was threatening to spill over now.

His smile became lopsided. “Isn’t that my line?” One hand reached for her face, curled to hide sharp claws. Smooth stone wiped away a single glittering drop that had found itself on her cheek after all.

She grabbed his hand, held it tightly, her nose wrinkled in amusement. “Should have learned the script! Well?”

He leaned back a little, raised his head theatrically. “I will. Barbara Lake, if you’d make an honest man out of me-”

“No!” She laughed brightly, let go of his hand and pressed her index finger against his lips. “No, please! No corny speeches until I’ve had that wine you denied me earlier!”

“Alright.” He kissed her finger, then gently pulled her hand away from his face. His hands reached for the wine and corkscrew. A toothy grin flashed in her direction. “Just wanted to make sure you kept a clear head.” He uncorked the bottle with practiced movements and she watched through half-lidded eyes, head tilted and cheek resting on folded hands. One of her slender fingers rubbed the cool surface of the gemstone on her hand. Dark wine ran smoothly into both their glasses.

She sat up straighter once the cups were filled.

“To family,” he said. They raised their glasses, eyes locked, a smile on both their faces.

“All kinds are welcome,” she replied to the soft chime of their glasses touching.

[getindumdums]

YES! I’m glad you have these! Including the toy T Rex episode! I would LOVE to partake in writing a script for all the missing scenes! Maybe storyboards~! (I actually watched the 87 episodes that inspired these two “Back to the Egg” and “Adventures in Turtle Sitting”, and Michelangelo Toys Around”.)

I would personally consider changing line 15 to Raph saying:

15 Raph: “Try being the oldest and listening to you bozos whine all the time.” (Raph’s brow over his eyes slight camera shift while the twins are fighting about the license with Mikey’s framing included in the three)

^I am aware that the script is comically leading to the plot of the episode, but I still think a small break of it would be fun here. I don’t think it has to be every line.

16 -Also would consider having the chair launch Mikey out of the seat here/Flip over. The rest of the turtles’ eyes wide. Leo and Donnie still with their hands on each other.

(​Though it might be better to have the twins fight in such a silly way after they’ve been turned into tots.)

I would also have Raph on line 17 say

17 Raph: “Wait, is this place being robbed by an adorable army of toddlers?” (Raph’s hands lift from the wheel as he looks at them in utter distress)

“I can’t hit adorable lil toddlers!” (It looks like he’s gonna cry from distress.)

(Really hank up Raph being the eldest.)

Change it from them rounding the corner to Kyle the Jellyfish appearing himself, ducking under the doorframe as he stands tall

17 Raph: “Hey!—It’s a non toddler guy we can hit!—What kind of weird day care are you running here!” (Points dramatically.)

And add as Raph leaps to punch the guy

17 Raph: “PROTECT THE TODDLERS!” (Hit blocked, turned into toddler)

-I would probably also have tot Raph trying to protect Mikey and the others still. Only for it to not really work out, but he keeps trying. Later in the episode in the lair, Mikey, having learned his lesson, mainly to really appreciate Raph, lifts Raph in his arms. “Shh! I’m the big brother for today!” And Raph to fall asleep in his arms as he finally lets Mikey take the reins.

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I’m really glad you included the T-Hex episode too because after watching “Michelangelo Toys Around”, I did get inspired enough to have a plot line!

I’d image the episode could go that Stockboy had been ‘selling’ a bunch of these Dino ‘toys’ at his parents toy shop. And Mikey just hadn’t realized.

Perhaps the Mouser Mikey has causes some trouble while “playing nice”.

Mikey: “Buddy you can’t be wandering off like-“ (Mouser chews wall/wires) “Nooo! Donnie isn’t gonna like this!” (Mikey furiously shakes hand to get Mouser off.)

Until Mikey realizes what’s going on. And has to stop Baxter Stockboy

At some point the turtles/Mikey would end up in the toy section/toy store with rows of these mousers that would burst out of their packages and attack Mikey.

But just to add some dynamic flair here. The Mouser can feel. And actually bonded with Mikey with it was carrying out the ‘evil’ commands Baxter programmed it to do.

Mikey: “I’m glad you’re here. It was getting a little lonely (Mikey hugging toy.) “We’ll be best friends FOREVER!” (Toy deflates, sad.)

So Mikey while facing the other Mouser army is carrying this one lil friend. And said friend helps him stop the mousers

(Hopefully not sacrificing itself to save Mikey in the end. That would be sad.)

And Mikey beats the mousers/Baxter via toy army like how 87 Michelangelo did. But like. Dramatically. Maybe with the Nutcracker March song.

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Here’s an intro I originally had thought out. If you notice! It’s a similar format to Rottmnt’s “Adventures in Turtle Sitting” XD

(Mikey feeling lonely.)

(Raph fighting Franken Foot.)

Raph: “Boy! It sure is nice having a buddy to spare with (that isn’t my brothers)! Now if only you knew how to play a violent sport. Like… ugh… Hockey!

Fracken Foot groans.

Raph: “Hey! It was the first thing I thought of!” (Punch.)

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(Donnie and Shelldon)

Donnie: “Thank you Shelldon! You’re always there for me when I need it! What would I do without you? I would dread the day I ever lost you!

Shelldon: “Nah. I think you’d bottle it in and internalize it into a feeling of complete inferiority.”

Donnie: “Right you are Shelldon! That said. Maybe we should upgrade your systems! There’s a close combat function I’ve been wanting to install!”

Shelldon: “Neat-o!”

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Mikey: “Leon has my back! I know it!”

Mikey: “Hey Leo!” (Peaks head in his room)

(Note on bed. He picks it up)

Mikey: “Off to visit bone man Hueso. Be back later.”

Mikey: “Huh. I don’t see why he has any reason to visit him.”

Mikey: “Oh well.” (Mikey deflates.)

-

did anyone else read the script bits Ron posted for the cancelled turtle tot episode or is it just me? Or did we ignore it? Can we talk about it? Also if nobody turns these into animatics then I’ll have to eventually do it myself

[wizkiddx]

I would for sure read a continuation of the birth photographer fic if you feel comfortable writing it/have time! Xx

a/n sorry I kinda combined these two together, I hope this is okay!! sorry ive taken so long too!! my requests are still open, just going a bit slowly :)

summary: literally just birth + harry

dad!tom x reader

warnings: childbirth, mentions of fainting, squint for suggestiveness too

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“Your doing so good darling, just keep breathin’ like that for me, in-out-in-out”

That had pretty much been the soundtrack to your last 3 hours. And yes it was MORE annoying than it sounds. Of course, that’s also ignoring the insane amount of pain your uterus was putting you through - as it spasmed while the little bug in there was wriggling away. Giving birth was not easy but giving birth with a husband-turned-midwife wittering away in your ear? Un-fucking-bearable. 

“Tom…. I love you but..” Everything had really been starting to ramp up in the last half an hour, you were a panting sweaty mess now. “Please… SHUT THE FUCK UP” Tom would’ve recoiled completely away from the bed because of your tone, if it wasn’t for the absolute death grip you had his right hand in. Instead,  Tom settled for straightening straight up and staring helplessly and dejectedly across the room at his brother - who of course was trying to hold back laughter, knowing it would be very easy for you to switch your target to him. 

Clearly it wasn’t a social call to the hospital, Harry was here under the premise of taking photos when the baby arrives for Tom;  but really to stop his brother from having his own breakdown - as commissioned by you. Lets just say, however scared and mortified Harry was of this ‘event’ he was taking a lot of enjoyment from how his brother was acting currently. 

“It’s okay sir, if you were pushing a watermelon out of hole that normally was the size of a whiteboard marker, I’m sure you’d be a bit tetchy too.” That lady was your favourite midwife and in a lull between the sets of contractions, you actually managed a laugh. Wide-eyed, Tom just nodded jerkily, murmuring some sort of agreement. It was at this point a flash of light reverberated around the whole room, causing you to breathlessly laugh, Harry’s face informing you the picture he just got of Tom was priceless. 

The laughter didn’t last long though, the next contraction had you bearing down on the bed, face contorted in pain as you sucked desperately on the gas and air tube. 

“Okay Y/n I think we might be getting there, let me call the senior midwifes in okay?” The midwife had your legs hiked apart, a blanket attempting to cover your modesty - but at this point she was basically sticking her face in your noon. Modesty was out the window. 

“Already?” Tom was shocked to say the least, from all his reading and research he’d learnt that the average labour time was more like 5 hours. Lets just say, Tom never exceled in school, never much enjoyed reading - which made the hours of highlighting baby books and pregnancy leaflets all the more extraordinary. 

“Babies don’t stick to the script sir.” You could tell she was proud of the pun there, because you know, Tom’s a moviestar. “Professional improvisers, the lot of them.” 

The cream walls of the hospital room very quickly filled with more and more people - Harry staying like a fly on the wall, now nervously biting his nails as he watched an obscene amount of medical people all take their turn oggling his sister-in-law’s bits. This was a weird ass situation. 

Almost immediately it was at the point the midwifes were telling you to push, which after 9 months of holding a baby in (as well as your ill functioning bladder) sounded like an absolute dream. But it was also absolutely terrifying and exciting and horrifying all wrapped in one. Naturally then, after nodding hesitantly at the midwife between your legs, you’d craned your neck across to tom .You might’ve just told him off, for trying to encourage you, but now? You needed his encouragement. 

What met you though, was his face completely drained of colour, mouth hanging slightly open as he hadn’t moved - still staring intently at the midwife. She followed your gaze, only taking half a second to survey the situation before knowingly smiling. 

“Can we get a bit of help for dad please?” Immediately one of the more junior looking midwives was directing (pushing) Tom into the chair next to the floor. Suddenly actually concerned, you looked with wide eyes to the lady between your legs, who you felt bad for not remembering her name. With a comforting squeeze of your ankle she reassured you he’d be right as rain after a few moments of having his head between his knees. Also sensing you needed your support, she arched up, beckoning over to Harry who had an equally bemused look on his face. 

“No - I-um I’m not.” His squeaking protests were interrupted by a large scream on your part, as another contraction tore through your body. Helplessly Harry glanced between Tom, who was still hunched over on a chair with a nurse squatted infront of him; and you, writhing around on the mechanical bed. He didn’t hesitate then, in jumping right to your side, allowing you to start crushing all the bones in his hand too. 

And then it was all happening, a blur of activity and screams. It didnt take long for Tom to pull himself together and then you were flanked on both sides by Holland boys - both giving cheesy encouraging words (which you would’ve again told them to shut the fuck up for, if you’d been able to), Tom also stroking the top of your head. He found it pretty impossible, watching the woman that he loved go through such immense pain - especially when he was technically half the cause. Well… actually more that that, it had been him who had been… well shall we say *needy* those nine months ago. 

“Okay Y/n the heads crowning, I know you’re tired but we need a few more big pushes, can you do that for me?” 

Merely 5 minutes later and the most beautiful sound in the world echoed through the 4 creams walls. You were absolutely spent, eyes closed as you panted, knowing tears were flooding down your face too. Immediately though, familiar hands cupped both sides of your face, a forehead resting on yours. 

“You did it Y/n/n.” His eyes were glassy, watering and red and the way he scoffed a smile in disbelief had you mirroring him exactly.

“We did it.” Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the yells of pain but it didnt matter. The midwife calling you by the name ‘mum and dad’ got both of your attention, a title you’d no doubt start getting used to. 

“Meet your beautiful baby girl.” Another choked sob escaped your throat, as  this little roughly wrapped up pink alien looking thing was placed onto your chest. Both you and Tom just gazed at her, completely transfixed at the way she wriggled her head slightly, nuzzling into your chest. Tom gently hovered his palm against her little head, while you pressed down the blanket gently, just so you could see all her features. 

Then a flash echoed around the otherwise silent room, making you all look up to Harry who was gritting his teeth in apology. “Do mum and dad want to smile for the camera?” The question was posed so hesitantly and quietly, really it wasn’t funny either. That didn’t stop you and Tom both pulling out the biggest grins and chuckling away, allowing Harry to capture the perfect moment. Being referred to as mum and dad - it was bloody comical. 

“You gonna tell me her name now?”  You looked from Harry to Tom, nodding in approval for him to spill the beans. 

“Amber. She’s Amber.”

You’d squabbled for months before ending on Amber. It had been a long relentless process, Tom claiming that your baby might just have ended up as ‘as yet untitled’ which you and your hormonal state had stormed out at. It hadn’t taken much to forgive it though, Tom had long since worked out that Ben and Jerrys was the way to your heart. 

The nurses took Amber back to do some tests, properly cleaning both you and her up and after that everything was weirdly calm. Harry had left to give the twothree of you a moment alone and Tom was about to do his turn of skin to skin. 

“This really is it isn’t it?” He murmured, whilst carefully scooping Amber from your arms. 

“Mhmmm… your stuck with two girls who’ll go psycho on you without a moments notice.” He seemed to accept it though, just nodding in response. 

“And I still can’t bloody wait.” His eyes penetrating deep into you, had you blushing like a nervous teenage girl. “ ‘m still so proud of you, you grew this little human.”

“Your not allowed to call her little because you didnt have the ‘little’ thing rip your insides apart.”

“Hey! I’m upset about it too! Was like I had to watch my favourite pub being burnt down.” Of course, trust Tom to make a dirty joke at a time like this.

“Don’t kid yourself, you weren’t watching, too busy fainting.”

“I didn’t actually faint!” This time he protested a bit too loudly, causing Amber to mewl a little and bury her head into the crook of her Dads arm. “I think Ambers just told you to shut it too.”

“You annoy the hell out of…” Your grumbling was interrupted by an impressive, ear-splitting yawn. “ You annoy the hell out of me.”

“But you love me?” He sing-songed, now back to a hushed tone. 

“I hope so, otherwise we’re in a bit of trouble.” He scoffed, but nodded his head, taking the hand that wasn’t cradling Amber to tuck some sweaty, knotted strands of hair behind your ear. 

“I do owe Harry though, he was at least able to stay on his feet.”

“He was a better birthing partner than you too, much much less condescending and annoying.” You sniggered, making Tom pout once again, only wiping the look off his face when you yawned again, rubbing an your eye like a toddler would. 

“If your done insulting me… get some rest love, I got you.” All you did was nod, with a small groan (because below your waist still hurt like a bitch) rolled over so you could fall asleep to sight of the two of them. 

“Got you both, my two beautiful girls.”

hope you enjoyed, would love to hear any thoughts <3

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[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

CAN THEY USE CHOPSTICKS: Before the Brotherhood, Pyro spent some time wandering around Southeast Asia, including working as a journalist in Vietnam.  He can use chopsticks like a champ.

WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY CAN’T SLEEP: Drinks, reads, tries to write, drives or wanders around aimlessly, finds something to burn.  If he’s really in a sad or lonely mood, he’ll find a club or bar where he can party with strangers, and possibly get laid. 

WHAT WOULD THEY IMPULSE BUY AT THE GROCERY STORE: Again, springboarding off Pyro’s backstory of being a journalist in Vietnam and Indonesia - I think Pyro is very adventurous with food and will try anything.  (And some of his articles were probably travel pieces, so trying food to write about also wound up being part of his job.)  So I think Pyro will impulse buy any kind of weird or interesting food he finds, as long as it’s pre-made and can be microwaved, he’s lazy about cooking.  He’ll especially get anything in the broad category of Asian food that reminds him of his time country-hopping, but it’s never the same.  Also, Tim-Tams, whenever he finds them outside of Australia.

WHAT ORDER DO THEY WASH THINGS IN THE SHOWER: It depends on whether he’s in the mood for a shower wank.  I’m so sorry.  

WHAT’S THEIR COFFEE ORDER: Pyro’s more of a tea person, but he’ll still claim that American coffee is shit and Australian coffee is better.

WHAT SORT OF APPS WOULD THEY HAVE ON THEIR SMARTPHONE: Pyro is completely lost in the world of apps, and probably loads a bunch of useless junk onto his phone before learning what’s actually good.  He definitely has a translation app, and maybe one for bargain hunting.  Probably a couple of news apps, and maybe one of those useless clicker games that he gets completely addicted to.  Bobby definitely introduces him to Grindr.

HOW DO THEY ACT AROUND CHILDREN: According to Louise Simonson’s X-Factor, he tries to burn them.  According to Marauders, he offers them beer, although I assume he’s mostly joking.  Mostly.  I imagine Pyro as the kind of person who treats children, as long as they are anywhere past toddler age, like mini-adults.  He won’t sugar-coat anything or dumb it down, he won’t hold back with swearing.  In some respects, he’s the “cool uncle,” but he’s not exactly responsible or sympathetic.  He’s still nicer than Sebastian, though.

WHAT WOULD THEY WATCH ON TV WHEN THEY’RE BORED AND NOTHING THEY REALLY LIKE IS ON: I headcanon that Pyro loves soap operas, so if his favorites aren’t on, he’ll probably watch any random drama series with lots of plot twists, love affairs and mistaken identities.  He might also enjoy nature documentaries or travel shows, or something on the History channel about a time period that he writes in.  Also, according to Marauders, he is familiar with The Price is Right, and enjoys Rick and Morty.  I think he probably watched a lot of daytime TV while he was dying, and too sick to concentrate on anything or get himself off the couch.  He doesn’t really like reality shows, though, for obviously scripted bullshit, they aren’t interesting enough.  He’ll just sit there scoffing that he could write a better storyline. 

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