#maddie if you see this ...... would pay good money for it

[cheonstapes]

hiii lovie! first off, i love love love ur writings so much idk how to describe it but you write so… pretty? it’s like I’m reading a love letter from elle woods teehee, second how would you feel about miguel x maddy perez!reader? i just have a really good feeling of miguel liking his women kind of mean, lack of vocal filter who won’t hesitate to kill anyone for him (like LITERALLY) but she’s also a big softie to those who she finds dearly to her. miguel knows how tough she is but knowing her past and what her ex had done to her, miguel would most definitely be protective of his woman. IDK I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT HDJDJDND OK ILY BYE

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOU LOVE TO BE LOVED’ (*･ω･)ﾉ

a/n~ i've never watched euphoria believe it or not, so i watched it for you anonnie!!!!! it's interesting! thank you lovely for the request, sorry for the wait baby, sorry it's a bit short💗

cw; SMUT!! not a lot, reader is lowkey a killer, miguel is whipped, blood, fluff, cutesy couple shenanigans! NAWT PROOFREAD - shame on me!

sorry, but i think miguel would love to be taken care of by his strong woman

he thinks it’s so sexy when you take charge, knowing when you say what you say — you mean it

you two are practically polar opposites, especially with the way that you dress

he doesn’t mind if you dress more revealing than most cause he knows you can take care of yourself and he’s can definitely take care of you too 

he loves how soft you are behind closed doors too — the whispers and the pure domestication that you exude when it’s just you two alone is too much for him to handle sometimes 

he even proposed early cause he knew you were too good to let go

when he found out about what happened with you and your ex, he was furious 

the thought of someone putting their filthy hands on his girl never failed to rile him up — it was his go-to motivation when he’s at the gym beating the fuck out of those punching bags

he knows despite how tough you may seem, deep down you’re still sensitive 

he pays mind to not raise his voice at you and he never, EVER, puts his hands on you — unless you’re into that

you spoil him, as much as it pains him to see you spending money on him (he should be doing that for you) he wouldn’t refuse it, knowing that’s just how you love

and when you see the cashier tryna chat up your man right in front of you?

miguel says a silent prayer for the poor soul

your nails tapping against the counter as your eyes twitches slightly — you somehow manage to sweetly ask them to meet you out back

when you come back a few minutes later, wiping the blood off of your cheek he just smiles — kissing that same cheek and grabbing your hand, “ready to go, baby?”

he’s that type of boyfriend that would keep an arm around your waist 24/7, making sure he walks closest to the road, carrying you over puddles

it’s extra as fuck but anything for his baby

speaking of anything for you…

definitely a service dom!

he 100% would let you top whenever, i doubt he would be insecure about you taking the lead

when he’s domming, he makes sure to listen to everything you ask of him

you want him to go slower? sure!

faster? sure!

pound you into the mattress? of-fucking-course!

mans just wants his pretty baby to feel good cause that’s what you deserve!

he’s the type to grab your hips, grinding deliciously into your cunt as he pants into your ear — telling you how sweet you are, how much he adores and worships his queen

he’d love it when you’d ride him too, he wouldn’t want to take control either 

just letting you pleasure yourself till your hearts content, it doesn’t even matter if he cums or not — as long as you’re satisfied 

ANYWay

miguel is such a big simp for his meanie gf

giving you all the biggest kisses and titty sucks you deserve

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-RAAAAAAAAAAA

[f4nd0m-fun]

DPxDC - Mafia Ties

Good parents Fenton and redeemed Vlad escaping to another universe with Danny, Jordan, Ellie, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam because of GIW chaos getting so bad they literally need to go to another world to get help, only for the portal to close, and they can't open it from this side. Jordan is Jazz's age maybe a year older and Ellie accidentally got deaged to her actual age give or take which is probably about a year and a half old. Yes it's the Family Breakfast ship.

@hallowsden

Cue Vlad doing his whole possession stuff to not only get them new identities but carefully accumulate a small amount of wealth, not enough to be suspicious in his opinion but still.

The Fenton parents start looking to see if/where this world has ectoplasm because the kids, and maybe Vlad, need it. Hel, maybe the parents accidentally need it too after all those years of exposure.

I know everyone chooses Gotham for this stuff, but also that's about the most I know about DC and it has a Lazarus pit underground so we're using it.

Vlad doesn't get back into the proper businessman profile, too many eyes for him to feel safe after the GIW disaster, but he does end up a Mafia boss, or at least tries. Also, Hood becomes a new 'son' obsession for him, yeah he has Danny and Jordan and Ellie but this kid is also ghosty and probably hungry or something, right?

Hood doesn't get what's up with this weird older man who always has a baby with him, let alone why he'd even bring a baby along to mafia stuff.

Vlad thinks it's safer to have Ellie in mafia meetings than be left with the Fentons during their research obsession periods because they will literally not pay attention to anything else unless it's an emergency, it's not their fault, they're learning to manage it though.

Speaking of Fentons, they work on clean energy manufacturing topside, but underground they deal with weapons. Mostly they supply them to Vlad's crew, since that's basically their testing grounds, but they also don't make anything that's actually lethal. Vlad isn't a fan of guns though but he isn't about to bring out his plasma blasts if there isn't a good reason. (He pretends anyone who sees him cackling like a maniac hit their head, he did say he hates using guns after all).

Jordan and Jazz are probably about 17/18 now. Jazz is going to college, while Jordan slips his way into the kid's mafia (yes he knows he's a kid now too, shut up, he used to be 24). This is half to annoy Vlad and half because he's curious. Jazz, of course, with a little help from both Vlad and Tucker in getting her grades moved between universes, is in college soon, and manages a full scholarship (not that Vlad wouldn't have paid if he still had his old money, in fact he might even be a little jealous that he wasn't the one to pay for her schooling).

Jordan looks a little more like Vlad than he does Jack, due to the way the ghost half fusion effects everything, but he also looks more like Jack than Maddie because Jack is what Danny would have grown into anyway.

Ellie of course just looks like a nearly carbon copy of Danny of course, just baby and female.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker are all going to Gotham Prep, if Vlad can't pay for Jazz's schooling then he's paying at just some for theirs (they might have partial scholarships but not full ride). Danny still sneaks out at night because he can't stand sitting still after a long time of being a vigilante and ends up running into the Bat. He promptly apologizes for invading his haunt and flees.

If any ships, I'm thinking Jazz/Jason and Jordan/Dick, but I'm a sucker for everlasting Trio and Tim also has a trio of his own.

Back to Ellie and Vlad. He of course is trying to keep any 'Meta' rumors on the downlow, but she's just a baby. The harness she's in is ghost proof mostly so she can't just phase out of it, but you try changing a baby's diaper and they just turn intangible, or put then down to nap when they start floating. Hel, imagine setting her down for two seconds, she accidentally makes a shield, and now she's crying because she wants to be held. Sure, Vlad and Danny both, Jordan and Ellie too, can go through shields in human form, but that doesn't mean it doesn't sting or something. Eventually it gets figured out though.

I wonder how long it takes Jason to figure out that this Jordan fellow is related to Vlad. 😂

I also wonder what it would take for Vlad to actually use his ghost form outright, what kind of threat he'd expose himself to for the sake of his family. Just, shoving the kids at Jack - "Darling your aim is iced tea, let Maddie and myself handle this" - and doing what he has to.

And, yes, even as a Mafia boss he refuses to actually swear. Also, he probably still goes by Plasmius, the way his other form looks does NOT help the vampire rumors. Let alone the- well, I read a post on here a while ago where Ellie Danny and Jordan were deaged and needed his ectoplasm to survive. Imagine being a Plasmius goon in a meeting while he's trying to rock his baby to sleep and she's just sucking on his hand. You don't think much of it until you see he's bleeding and, even though it's technically red, your pretty sure it's glowing green and you're not sure if you want to ask (you won't but still). Plus, he's not even reacting to what must be a fair bit of pain, right?

Honestly, there's probably a betting pool about the whole weird family.

And of course I'm bringing in my Alfred Clockwork storyline. Flashpoint Thomas is Frighty, dead Thomas is Pariah, and Gotham is Martha. The moment Vlad finds out that Jason's grandparents are some of the most powerful ghosts in the realms (or at least this side of them in Gotham's case) he's like "okay I won't interfere, but maybe he'd like a friend? He doesn't seem to know a lot of ghosts.' (he tries to figure out which kid would be a better fit and that's when he finds out Jordan's been working for Hood this whole time. "You didn't tell me?" "You didn't know?!") 😂

Basically, give me a Mafia family who's major story plot isn't even the bats outright, it's just trying to survive after fleeing a world that may as well be destroyed at this point. Sure, they interact with the bats, cross paths, maybe even a couple relationships, but, overall, the Fenton-Masters are just outsiders in Gotham, learning to adjust to this new life.

[animeaandp]

[Emptying drafts-87 left]

(Lost the direction I wanted to go in with this)

MHA Prompt

Warning: smut, swearing, violence, angst

Dabi x pregnant civilian reader

You're Dabi’s neighbor in the crap-box apartments he lived in before joining the league. You were homeless for a while before landing a job selling your quirk's essence. It's hard to produce and sell on your own at first, but big surprise that the criminal world was happy to help. So you became a milking cow metaphorically and sort of literally; you created a product for others to sell and in return you get some of the profit. It’s just enough to get by but without any other prospects or desires that’s fine with you. Nothing wrong with a simple life.

Whenever you’d cook too much food you offered it to Dabi, or on occasion asked if he wanted to join for a movie night; just trying to make friends with your neighbor. He usually brushed you off and if he wasn’t interested then that’s okay. You stopped knocking on his door so much.

The walls are paper thin though so he knew plenty about you without having a single proper conversation. He knows you grew up in an orphanage before aging out with no one and nowhere to go. Dabi learned your favorite movies and shows, that you were actually a really good cook who learned most of it from the cooking channel, your favorite color was green and apparently everything in your apartment was some shade of the color. You loved snakes and were allergic to strawberries. Your best friend was someone named Maddie and you always spoke too damn loud on the phone with her. Telling you to shut the hell up was one of the only reasons Dabi ever spoke to you.

One day you’re confused to see him standing at your door bc you weren’t on the phone or being loud in any way. He wasn’t here for that; it was his first time realizing what you did for work and wanted what you sold. Zero intention of paying for it of course, but before he can threaten you you’re shoving a bottle into his chest and telling him it’s on the house.! It just made you so happy he finally talked to you. Dabi manages a “thanks” then goes back to his apartment.

The stuff worked like a charm and became the source of your interactions with Dabi from then on. Usually you just gave him a new bottle but on occasion he’d throw some money at you before leaving. It was his way of ‘treating you well’ and making sure to never owe you shit.

One day there’s no answer, even though he knows you’re inside; he heard the door slam shut earlier. He pounds on the door shouting at you to open up but no response. The only reasonable option is to kick down your door and interrogate you as to why you’d ever ignore him. But he walks into a mess and blood. Dabi listens but can’t hear anything, and again there’s no response when he calls your name. Flames tickle his fingers just in case as he continues further into the space. The door ahead has a huge blood splatter on it and already cracked open. Dabi pushes through, it’s a bedroom, but still doesn’t see anything, “y/n…i know you’re in here….come on don’t make me start a fire to sniff you out.” The trail continued to the bathroom, and it had to be where you were. Closed but not locked, Dabi opens it and doesn’t understand what he’s looking at. ‘Is she dead.? Was she murdered??’ You’re slumped against the side of the tub, stripped naked, covered in blood and bruises. You’re not moving. Dabi’s not sure if he can see you breathing either, what’s in front of him is such a mess.

Should…

...should he leave you?

Or hide your body? If the police found out everyone would think he did it. There were enough bottles in the corner of your bedroom to last him forever as well. He could just close the door, loot your stuff, and get back to his own life.

He could leave

He could walk away right now

Close the door and never look back

‘Just leave’

“…This bitch is gonna owe me big time.”

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You wake up the next morning tucked into bed with your injuries tended to and bandaged. The television is on and an overwhelming scent of bleach makes you want to hurl. You sit up coughing and cry in pain immediately. “Lay down idiot before your stitches-WHOA! TF!? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!!”

“!?!?….D-Dabi-??”

“Drop the fucking knife-you’re enough of a pain in the ass as is.!”

“Wha-AH!!?” You collapse to the floor gripping your stomach now that the adrenaline of the moment has subsided. Davi kicks the knife across the room and stands over you, “Looks like you’re back to being a helpless damsel in distress. Good. You’re a real bitch when you’re injured.” He tried to pick you up but you slap his hands away with whatever strength you have left. He snarls at you, "now what.?? What are you crying about?”

“Don’t touch me again…please.”

"??"

"..."

"…Ah, I get it…a boyfriend? Or some stray who couldn’t keep it in his pants.?” You clawed your way back towards your bed, trying not to cry anymore, “Please don’t make fun of me. Not right now.” He rolls his eyes walking towards you “You sure you don’t want help.? You look pathetic.” You ignore Dabi’s jabs while trying to pull yourself back into bed. Laying there you didn’t look much better; like a dying fish gasping for water on the sidewalk. Dabi crouches down beside you. “Feeling better puppy??” Usually you found his snarky comments funny enough to at least smile, but your eyes look right through him. “What happened; when did you find me? How? What did you do-?” “My my y/n, you’re awfully chatty when you're about to die. Maybe I shouldn’t have helped you.”

“Why then.?”

“…..I need your shit.”

“……ha, haha…”

“whatever. Don’t get up again, my sutures aren’t very professional but you should live. You might look like me, but…..that’s the part where you flatter me.”

“I’d rather bleed out.”

“Yeah, keep it up with that smart mouth then.”

Dabi opens a window to air out the bleach he used to clean up most of the blood. He’d found your medicine cabinet and gives you a handful of pills before going to lounge on your couch and watch tv.

A few hours later and Dabi’s freely going through all of your things again, taking advantage of your lack of mobility. “Remind me; why’d you try and slit my throat earlier.?.” You laid in bed staring up at the ceiling as Dabi ransacked your place there was nothing interesting to find anyways. “I thought you were him.” “The guy who did this?” “Mhm. It was just a reflex; sorry.” Dabi gives up his explorations to lay beside you You were right there wasn’t any good shit in your apartment. “Save it. I doubt it’ll be the last time. I’m still waiting for your answer; who was it?….no, no no puppy don’t start that sniveling crap again. Forget about it then. Just stop crying.” "O-Okay…"

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Over the next couple of weeks, at least once a day, Dabi invited himself into your apartment to check on you. He always helped himself to whatever suited as ‘payment’ for his aid and you never bat an eye. But it’s been a month now and you weren’t feeling any better. Your body had healed well but you still felt like you’ve been hit by a truck every day. Dabi didn’t remember you being so crabby before your incident or remotely so emotional.

You were becoming a real pain in the ass but it's hard to take his insults to heart when his cheeks are stuffed with a third serving of the dinner you made him. You reassure him though, “I'll find a doctor to go see soon. Promise."

"Good."

Bad. Veryyy bad. The worst bad-nothing could be worse-the very worst very bad thing was happening and it was bad bad bad.

"You need to move. Now."

"Wha-No fucking way, I was here first; you move jackass!?"

"First you inconvenience me by getting knocked up and now you want to make me move??"

"No but just get over it!"

"I'm not listening to you and your bastard baby cry every day y/n!! MOVE.NOW.!"

"...."

"....I.."

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You don't move but you don't see or speak to Dabi after that day. You barely let him hear you make a sound to prove that you were even alive. Dabi had the peace and quiet he demanded but it' too boring now. And he's hungry.

Eventually he bangs on your door and shoves a raggedy teddy bear into your chest, swearing that he wasn’t changing a damn diaper. You fiddle with the toy, still finding it perfect as is despite the damage. “I’ll call you Dabi.” Dabi growls at your little jest and pushes his way into your apartment, “just make us some dinner already I’m fucking starved.” “Of course” you steal a quick hug from him as he passed “I’ve missed you too” and he’s disgusted that he allowed such things from you.

His disgust grows as he finds himself walking with you to run errands, building furniture, and even reading a damn book on how to parent for dummies. “This is such bullshit, why do I have to read this crap to you” he tosses the book and rolls over to hug your pillow, too tired to keep looking at that boring book. You find it so cute how grumpy he gets when he’s tired. “Go home then. Get some sleep, you’ve been up with me all day.” He grumbles his usual swears at you while digging himself further into your bed, “I’m sleeping here. Deal with it.” “…happy to.”

A couple months pass by and Dabi is so full of it. You listen to him gripe on and on about how much pregnancy is ruining your body and what an ugly whale you were now, yet he can never keep his hands off your belly for more than a moment. He’s entirely fascinated by it all but every time you tease him he says something rude and snarky about what an eye sore you were. “These aren’t so bad though” “!?DABI..!!?” You flick his forehead but can’t stop giggling as he rubs his face in your cleavage. You didn’t mind it or anything about your life right now. Taking care of this freeloader made you the happiest you’d ever been.

.

.

People like you didn’t get to stay happy though. What a fool you were to forget that. You and Dabi.

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Dabi woke up one morning to find a note saying you ran to the store and would be back soon. He looks out the window to see it’s raining before crumbling the note and setting it on fire with a sigh. He really hated how much of a not-completely-horrible-person you were turning him into. Sick. He snatches your umbrella and heads out to find you. “I swear if that whale catches a cold…”

His footsteps come to an abrupt stop. That last splash under his shoes wasn’t water. It was something thicker and red flowing out of the alleyway. Dabi follows the trail “son of a-“ and rushes to check for a pulse. It’s faint but just enough that you might live if he hurries.

Dabi wouldn’t be there when you woke up in the hospital but he was waiting once you got back home. He already knew what the doctors were going to tell you, that you’d be going home alone. A week later you trudge through the door but Dabi thinks he might be seeing things. Like a ghost you don’t make a sound, or blink. You don’t react to Dabi’s presence at all until he knocks your purse out of your hand and yanks you in by your neck. “Answer me when I’m talking to you brat. Tell me what you need already.” But your eyes don’t sparkle or look mischievous looking back at Dabi. You’d gone numb. So Dabi silently took care of you (to the best of his abilities) until you go from numb to grief stricken.

It was such a headache. The tears, crying and wailing over a half folded pile of baby clothes, or into Dabi’s shoulder once your crying woke him up and he needed you to settle down. He’d drag you into his arms, ignoring your shouting to piss off, and force you back into bed. Then keep you trapped in his full embrace until you exhausted yourself and passed out. Dabi complained constantly but regardless he was there with you.

Finally, Dabi walks in one day to see you packing up the last of the baby junk. He squats down beside you to start throwing in the last of it into the box. You no longer got sad or angry at him for doing such things, you knew it was his way of trying to help you move on. “It’s just…I found something that made me look forward to living…” Dabi rolls his eyes, “pleaseeee no more waterworks I JUST got here.” You chuckle and punch him in the shoulder, “You’re such a heartless asshole.” “and the only reason you’re alive.” He pushes you back and goes to place the box in storage as you plopped down on the couch. You recline comfortable and welcome Dabi slithering over on top of you. “Besides, at least now you’re not a whale anymore and, thanks to whatever fucked up god is out there, these two are still here.” You laugh tugging on his hair trying to pull his face out of your chest. “You’re too old to be acting like this!!” “Shut up and respect your elders you little rat.” He slaps your hand away but eases up; resting his head on your cleavage as his arms coiled around you. “You’re young. You have plenty of time to crap out another baby, assuming you can stay out of trouble long enough to.” You tickle his back with a fond smile, “If only I could.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…???….what are you doing??” “Smelling you.” “Uh huh, yeah I got that. Wanna tell me why though??” Dabi drags his face over your chest and up your neck, taking deep breathes all the way to your ear and into your hair. “I’m committing you to memory.” You grip onto his shoulders when he suddenly pushes up and his knees force yours to spread under him. “W-Why???” He scoffs in your ear and whispers “you don’t really expect me to stick around to help raise my own child do you?” “What are…nghh…Dabi wait…” He continues nibbling your ear though as his hands roam to places they haven’t been before. “Wait for what. You want a baby so I’m gonna give you one” “Wh-“ “Maybe two.” ‘Two’?!!” “Mhm. Depending on how good this is.” You feel a growing heat that you weren’t afraid of being consumed by. “This is a horrible idea” you whisper lifting your hips for him “what if I do expect you to stick around?” “Why would you expect that?” “I don’t expect anything from a person like you” you hike your leg up and shiver feeling his lips drag down it “but I’d want you to.” He furrows his brows trying to control himself but this is already more patience than he’d typically exercise. “I don’t want that.” “Do it anyways.” “I don’t wanna.” “Fine. Good luck finding someone else to put up with you, or feed you.” “Hmmm, good point” Dabi’s mouth moved hungrily down your thighs, digging his fingers into both as he went, “a few more and maybe I’ll stick around til their first birthday.” “T-There’s a Christmas turkey in it for you if you stick around for their second.!” “Where’s a rat like you finding something like that” he mumbles between licks before you tense up “From wherever a villainous lowlife like you can steal one from!.Fuck…” “ha ha that’s my girl.”

All your free time is spent rolling around with Dabi, listening to him growling and grunting in your ear, reminding you how he swears to never change a single diaper or be forced to do anything. You try asking him why he’s doing this then and finally he says “You wouldn’t stop crying about wanting a damn baby so I’m giving your needy little cunt one. That’s it.! Just feeding your greedy greedy body what it wants..” and he fucked you with that need. His hands and mouth are never not on you and it’s unsurprising how his lack of shame extended into the bedroom. You think once the pregnancy test says positive it’d all stop but “no way I’m passing this up.” You’re confused and trying to slow him down as he throws you on your bed. “Pass what up? I thought you’d never touch me again now that I got what I wanted?” “No. Because now it’s my turn to get what I want.” He pushes your body into the position he likes and wastes no time. “Nine months without having to waste my time and money on condoms? Absofuckinglutely.” “Wait that’s not entirely true and you never paid for-!?“ “oh shut up, I’m breaking in my new toy.”

True to his word you’re run ragged by his infinite libido. Even after he joins some villain group he comes running to get between your thighs every chance he gets, including when he shouldn’t. One day there’s some loud banging on his door and he slaps his hand over your mouth, refusing to pause his ascent. Then the banging is on your door and you panic hearing shouting for Dabi to open up. “Not a fucking sound” he barks down at you before picking up his pace, ignoring the person’s demands that he not be late to another meeting. You do as you’re told and bare his forceful climax by biting your pillow. Your voice shakes as you try to find it “I…I’m in no condition to be handled like that..” “You’ll take whatever the fuck I give you.” He pulls the sheets over you and dips his head to kiss your cheek goodbye before getting up. You’re too exhausted to care about the arguing and shouting when he finally opens the door to let in whoever it was. You close your tired eyes and just hope Dabi finds all his clothes quickly so they all leave. Then you get a well deserved break while Dabi ran off with his buddies to go do bad guy shit. “*sigh* not a bad life for us at all..”

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | April 22nd-May 5th 2024

I'm back!!! You get two weeks worth of fic since I went on vacation last week! :)

Complete

up down jump around by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (7x06: There Goes The Groom, Karaoke | 1,6K | Teen): Buck appears out of nowhere, crashing into the seat next to him and landing half on top of him. “We should go,” he says. Eddie frowns. “Go where? I thought you wanted to party?” Buck rolls his eyes, exaggerated in a way that tells him Buck is not on his first beer. “No, I mean, we should go next,” he says, and makes a sweeping gesture in the direction of the karaoke setup.

hold your breath and feel the tension by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (9-1-1/Lone Star Crossover, Getting Together | 17K | Teen): Following the arson attack at TK and Carlos' apartment, some of the 126 decide to visit LA for a while to unwind, hanging out with the 118 crew. Buck absolutely is not having feelings about the friendship between Marjan and Eddie. No matter what TK might think he knows.

Eddie's Housewife by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie buys Buck an apron and dish gloves. Accidentally makes Buck his housewife. Realizes he's in love with Buck. All in that order.

know all the ways to appreciate your design (I'm a damn good lover) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Bachelor Party, Buck/Tommy, PWP | 3K | Explicit): He’s a beautiful man, don’t you think? Have you ever wondered what it would be like? Even a little bit? You have, haven’t you? Or: the one where Tommy is here for a good time, not a long time; Buck really likes it when he runs his mouth; and Eddie...well, Eddie doesn't have a clue

just another deathbed confession by actualalligator/ @actualalligator (Near Death Experience | 2K | Teen): Buck ends up buried when the floor gives out underneath him on a call. He calls 9-1-1 and demands to speak to Maddie.

Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Threesome, BuckTommyEddie | 39K | Explicit): In which everyone has two hands and two holes and is keeping their options fluid. (Or: a collection of threesome fics.)

5. You Knew We'd End Up Here (Daddy Kink): Eddie was raised to say 'thank you' when someone gifts him nice things like ringside seats and helicopter rides. Buck likes honorifics and being good. And Tommy likes when men who look like Buck and Eddie do as he tells them. (Or: three scenes in the evolution of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy's relationship, all united by one particular word.) 6. But Mr. Pilot I Don't Have Any Money: Buck might not have the money to spare, but he's sure he can find a way to pay Tommy for a helicopter lesson... In completely unrelated news, Eddie has a key to Buck's apartment and a habit of dropping by.

yeehaw [revisited] by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (BuckTommy, PWP | 2K | Explicit): “Do you have a trampstamp?” Buck asks, looking at where the sunlight hits his skin perfectly, highlighting the faint, small, black text - too small for Buck to see exactly what it says from here. Tommy merely huffs a laugh into the crook of his neck, eyes still likely closed as he places a deep, languid, lazy kiss to the base of Buck’s jawline. “Mhm,” he hums. “I was wondering when you’d notice that,” he adds with another exhale of amusement.

🔥 If You Said I Do I Would Too by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Fake Marriage | 5K | General): Eddie starts telling people Buck’s his husband to get out of annoying flirting situations on calls. Buck starts to like it a little too much.

this could be the year for the real thing by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Coda, 7x06: There Goes The Groom | 1,7K | Teen): His face is still a smear of soot, and Chris giggles. “Buck. Your face.” Buck frowns in confusion and Eddie steps over to him, hand already reaching to wipe the soot off his face, just like he has a hundred times at work. Except Tommy’s already there, licking his thumb and rubbing firmly at Buck’s chin, a gesture so familiar to Eddie that watching it happen separate from him feels like getting punched in the throat. or, eddie thinks about his best friend at a hospital wedding

tell me all the things that i wanna hear by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (7x06: There Goes The Groom | 1,3K | Teen): Or: Eddie realizes something at the bachelor party, but he doesn't remember until later.

take a chance (lay all your love on me) by bptlmevyemtc (Not Actually Unrequited Love | 35K | General): “You’re in love with me?” Buck asks, like a laggy computer system that just finished booting up. “Er. Yes?” Eddie says. “I thought we established that.” Buck nods, once, glacially slow, and Eddie sees when the synapses of his brain snap into place. “... But I’m straight?” the one where it takes eddie a while to get over buck, and it takes buck even longer to figure out he doesn't want him to

🔥 the ravi fic by archerincombat (Ravi POV, S4 | 15K | Teen): “Hey,” Ravi says. “Scale of 1 to 10, how bad would it be if I assumed Eddie Diaz’s girlfriend was his wife in front of him?” Lee groans. “Did you do it in front of Buckley?” “Yeah?”  “A hundred,” she replies, turning the other direction before Ravi can demand to know why. At three in the morning, it hits him. He bolts upright in his cot. Oh my god, he thinks. Buck and Eddie are divorced, and everyone forgot to tell me.

tried and true blue by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (There Was Only One Bed | 4K | Teen): or, sharing a bed with your best friend is fine, usually, except for when your best friend is the particular combination of tipsy and stoned at his sister’s wedding that transforms him into 200 pounds of cuddlebug

🔥 does he love you better than i can? by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, BuckTommy, Tommy POV | 10K | Teen): Nothing has ever happened between us, Evan had insisted. You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Eddie had told him unequivocally. There’s no reason he shouldn’t take them both at their word, Tommy thinks, decisively. or, buck and eddie insist that there's nothing going on between them. tommy wants to believe them. he really, really does.

put my heart inside your palms by markofalover/ @markofalover (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck’s speaking again, telling him, “Go dry your hair, baby.” And like, he’s stuck in his daydream. Completely crazy about it. So it’s not exactly his fault that he doesn’t register what Buck said until he’s in the bathroom again. He straightens his shoulders out and looks at his reflection like maybe he’s actually lost it, but, no, those were real words coming from Buck, who is also real, so— ...or, how an accidental pet name, a thoughtful dinner, and a shared shirt makes them get their shit together.

written all over your face by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (BuckTommy | 2,5K | Teen): A completely smitten Buck decides he wants to keep Tommy all to himself for just a while longer. When an accidental goodbye kiss exposes their new relationship, the 118 wants to be respectful – but when has that ever worked? or: buck and tommy try to keep their relationship a secret and fail adorably

with a smile and some hope by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Established Buddie | 6K | Mature): or; five times buck wakes up before eddie, and one time eddie wakes up before buck

🔥 as easy as defusing a bomb by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Sexuality Crisis, S5 | 7K | Mature): or; buck moves in with eddie while taylor finds a new place, and prompts what feels like puberty 2.0 for eddie diaz.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 31/? | 20K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 30. 70. what if i told you none of it was accidental: An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's Chapter 31. 72. Accidentally bumping noses 

waiting for this moment to be free by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Getting Together | <1K | General): Eddie opens his eyes to the dim flickering light of the TV, turned down low but not quite muted on one of those Ninja Warrior things that Buck loves. He's tilted sideways, cheek pillowed against the outside of Buck's arm, and he's apparently been drooling a little, which would be more embarrassing if it were the first or even the twentieth time it's happened. Or: Eddie, and Buck, and another couch.

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Established Buddie, Amnesia | 1,7K | Teen): Eddie is pretty sure the only person he's ever been genuinely attracted to, is Shannon. So, he is very confused when he wakes up in a hospital bed with temporary amnesia and the inability to look away from the pretty, hot guy in a firefighter uniform. And then, procedes to have the second gay panic of his life... because of the same person.

This Old Love Has Me Bound by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan (Post-7x04: Buck Bothered and Bewildered, BuckTommy, Pre-Buddie | 9K | Teen): In an attempt to better understand his newfound bisexuality, Buck tries to figure out if he ever missed any signs with guys before. The universe keeps interrupting every time he's about to think about Eddie.

all I want (your eyes on mine) by bigfootsmom/ @bigfootsmom (PWP, BuckTommyEddie | 10K | Explicit): Buck is lying there, Eddie instantly recognizes the head of honey blond curls resting on the arm of the couch. But the head of short brown curls between Buck’s shaking thighs takes a second longer to place. But then they look up, blue eyes going comically wide as they lock onto Eddie. Tommy Kinard is on Buck’s couch. He’s on Buck’s couch between Buck’s thighs with his lips wrapped around Buck’s cock. ~ The one where Eddie yearns, Buck pines, and Tommy just wants to have a good time.

of want and need by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie fuck for the first time. That's it, that's the fic. (sequel to slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin)

WIP

🔥 change the prophecy by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Alternate Timeline, Curse/Magic | 7/11 | 17K | Mature): Buck has never felt secure in any of his relationships; he’s been searching for someone to see him the way he feels he’s meant to be seen, but after things start going downhill with Tommy, he thinks that person might just not exist. Eddie cannot figure out what’s wrong with him when it becomes clear things with Marisol aren’t going to work out. But what if they’re both forgetting something?

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 10/18 | 53K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 4/9 | 15K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in. 

some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 2/4 | 11K | Teen): or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 3/10 | 24K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?

🔥 Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 3/4 | 16K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 14/? | 126K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 126/? | 393K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Podfics

🔥 Leave The Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by Mad_Lori/ @madlori // fic by @hmslusitania (Post-S5, Missing Presumed Dead, Amnesia | 4.5-5h | Mature): An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

[podfic] Chimney's Guide to Dating a Buckley by Howard Han by Matriaya (Getting Buddie Together | 3-3.5h | Not Rated): And how stupid is it that reading 10 chapters of a guide to dating a Buckley by his coworker is how Eddie finally got his shit together and asked Buck out for a date? But, Eddie’s happy and so is Buck, so Chim might have had a point.

[podfic] Karen's Guide to Dating and Marrying a Firefighter with a Kid by Matriaya for KatieWrites (Getting Buddie Together, Karen POV sorta? | 1-1.5h | Not Rated): OR Buck's in love with his best friend and doesn't know how to figure out if Eddie shares his feelings.

[okminer07]

A Match Beyond Measure Pt 9

Cecilia froze. They were going there?! Where she worked, where her friends work, friends who were the ones who had set this all up but had no idea. Friends who knew her, and knew about her nerves. What the hell would they think if they saw her with a giant? She could already imagine Rebecca's reaction who had always made sure Cecilia never had to interact with their few giant patrons and had once flown off the rails when one man had made an unsavory comment towards her.  

As they neared, her mind groped for an excuse, reason, or anything to make him turn around. 

“Why uh…  a-are we g-going there?” 

She flinched as Garret’s hand raised slightly as he shrugged, “Well, like I said, it’ll serve both of us, though I’ve never been to a human run place, anything I should know?” 

“I uh– uh” Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, “Y-you’re p-planning to pay with Lumins right?” Lumins, was the currency that was primarily used by giants. When the two species at first integrated, there had been some trouble when it came to money and purchasing power between the two. When it came to buying food for example, giants required much more. At the cafe, drinks made for giants would cost hundreds if not thousands of dollars, and no paycheck could support that. So, giants were paid in Lumins. Cecilia didn’t know the exact conversion ratio but those drinks prices when converted to Lumins was just as it was a regular drink, only it would be in Lumins, not dollars.

“Yeah, why?” 

“I t-think it would be easier if w-we ordered separately, m-make it easier on the employees. I’ll h-head inside while someone w-will come out and get your order. Does that….. Make sense?” please say yes, please say yes. 

Garret thought for a moment, before nodding, “Yeah sure, that does sound easier. Hang on.” Suddenly, Cecilia felt as if her stomach was flung up her throat as his palm began to descend down to the ground. Once they stopped, she opened her eyes (having closed them once again) to see that they were standing in the parking lot right outside the cafe. 

Cecilia, unable to stop her body from trembling, scooted her way to the edge of his palm before letting herself fall to the ground. It was an odd sensation, going from being on a surface that felt like a heated mattress only slicker, that sunk slightly with each move you made, to solid, still ground.  

She looked up, only to regret it instantly as she watched Garret unfold his towering form until he was back to standing at his full height, the outline of his figure growing dark as it blocked out the sun. Cecilia began backing away, turning and playing it off like she was just heading towards the cafe, no other reason. 

“I’ll meet you back out here, okay?” she held up a thumbs up before quickening her pace towards the front doors. 

Maybe none of them will be working today. Maybe they won’t even be here to ask about anything. This hope was immediately dashed when she slipped through the glass doors and caught sight of a familiar face. 

Sean, currently at the cash register at the ready, looked up, his eyes landing on Cecilia. He was their manager, though he was the youngest one that worked there. Many had taken to calling him Swan, his blonde hair extremely bright and feathered, his eyes black and beady. Though, he’d never expressed that he hated the nickname. Everyone knew, if he did, they would never hear the end of it.  

A pleasant yet confused smile appeared on his face, “Cecilia, what are you doing here? Thought you said you weren’t going to be in today.”  

“I uh- that’s right. But I thought I'd grab some lunch here. Gotta put that employee discount to good use” she plastered on a fake smile. Sean eyed her, curiously. 

“You look a little…. Frazzled. What’ve you been up to?” 

She continued to awkwardly smile, “Oh, just some uh, errands.” 

“Is that Cecilia?” she hadn’t noticed her before, but drawn over by another familiar voice, she saw Maddie, sitting behind the counter, looking up from her phone. 

Sean groaned in her direction, “Now you’re paying attention I see.” 

All he got in response was a scoff. Maddie was an interesting sort to Cecilia. She always had on an outfit that looked like it had taken ten minutes to plan out along with hair and makeup to boot. She had in the past expressed her desire to take Cecilia over to her place and do her up in the same way but she had always declined, never having a reason to get all done up.  

Looking back down at her phone, Maddie continued to address Cecilia, “Whatcha doing here?”  

“I-” 

“She just said she came here for lunch. Speaking of which, why don’t you get off your ass and help with that” said Sean, his glare fading as he turned to Cecilia, “What can I get you?” 

Cecilia quickly waved her hand, “Oh, you don’t have to make anything, I was just planning to grab something quick. Are there any croissants left?” 

“Sure thing, let me just-” he was cut off suddenly when the ground beneath them shook. Sean strained to peer outside the window before he turned to face the back “Hey Becky! Got a big guy waiting outside!” he called. 

Oh great, so everyone’s here, thought Cecilia as Rebecca poked her head out from the back. 

“Are you serious? And they didn’t call ahead? Damn it! Everyone does that” Rebecca was quite an intimidating woman. She was quite tall, having for the longest time worn her hair in an afro which only made her look taller. As of late however, she had started brushing it out and braiding it into dreadlocks with a few streaks of pink thrown in. She always carried herself with a confidence that seemed well earned, she was quite pretty, or in her boyfriend’s words: sexy as all hell. She grumbled to herself as she stepped out, her angry visage falling when she caught sight of Cecilia, “Hey, what are you doing here?” she frowned, glancing outside, “Actually nevermind, I’ll go take care of that. Be back in a minute.” 

Cecilia nervously watched Rebecca walk out the door before turning back to Sean, “Oh right, croissant, “ he stepped over to the display case which held all their pastries and sandwiches. As he began to put on his gloves, he smirked up at her, “So…….” 

“So what?” 

“How’d it go?” 

She tensed, but tried to look like she had no idea what he was talking about, “How did what go?” 

Maddie scoffed, “Come on, you know what we’re talking about. How did your date go last night?”  

“Oh uh, right. That” she averted her gaze, internally freaking out. This was exactly what she was scared of. What was she supposed to say, “It went….. It went well.” 

Sean raised a practically invisible eyebrow at her, “It went well?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s all you’re going to tell us? That it went well. Come on, give us a little bit more.”  They both stared at her expectantly. 

“I- I don’t know what else to say other than it went well.” 

“Where’d you end up going?” asked Maddie. 

“Some uh…. Some burger place. Can’t remember the name.”  

“Uh huh, and what do you mean when you say ‘it went well’?’ Sean had grabbed the tongs and had fished her out a croissant. 

Cecilia shrugged, fumbling with her hands, “I don’t know. It was just fine.” 

“Just fine?” said Maddie. 

Sean had bagged up her croissant and had gone back to the register to ring it up. Cecilia used that as an excuse to fall quiet as she dug in her pockets and pulled out her wallet. After she swiped and paid, she went to grab the bag but Sean snatched it up and held it away from her.

“Seriously, what happened? What was Garret like? Did you like him? Did he like you?” 

“I uh- uh-” 

Suddenly, the front doors were thrown open. All three of them turned to see Rebecca, stepping inside, staring dumbfounded at Cecilia. 

“The hell’s wrong with-” started Maddie before she was interrupted by Rebecca marching towards them.

“What is going on?”Cecilia tried to look innocent, like she was just as in the dark as the other two as Rebecca approached her. 

“W-what are you talking about?” 

Rebecca crossed her arms, glancing over at Maddie and Sean, “Has she told you anything?” 

Sean and Maddie shook their heads, both now intently listening. Cecilia shrunk away as Rebecca turned back to her. “You know what just happened?” 

She shook her head. 

“What’s got you all worked up?” asked Sean. 

Rebecca jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, “I just went out to take that guy’s order and-” 

“You still mad he didn’t call in advance?” jeered Maddie, smirking. 

“No! Well yes but that’s not what I’m talking about. I went out there, and couldn’t help but think he looked familiar. 

“So…. one of your regulars who didn’t call in advance, that sucks” said Cecilia, working off of what Maddie had said, getting more jittering by the second.

Rebecca continued as if she hadn’t heard her, “I took his order, and when I asked for a name, I realized why he looked familiar” she suddenly hurried behind the counter, “Maddie, let me see your phone.” 

She scoffed, “No way.” 

“Fine, Sean” she held her hand out. Sean hurriedly dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Rebecca ignored him as she began doing something on his phone. Cecilia held her breath as she watched. 

“Look here,” she shoved the phone under Sean’s nose. Maddie hurried over and peered over his shoulder, “What does that say his name is?” 

“Rebecca, why do you have Garret’s profile pulled up?” asked Sean. Rebecca pointed at him. 

“Right, Garret’s his name. The guy we had Cecilia chat with.” 

Maddie groaned, “Yeah yeah, we remember. Was actually asking her about that before you-” 

“You know what that guy said his name was? That giant?” she emphasized the word giant, “He said his name was Garret!” 

At that moment, Cecilia just wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. To her slight relief however, both Sean and Maddie chuckled. 

“This some kind of joke or are you just being paranoid?” 

“Yeah Becky, there are a lot of people named Garret. It’s sort of a common name.” 

Rebecca groaned, “You’re not listening to me!” she jabbed a finger at the front door, “That guy looks just like this Garret”. 

“Now I know you're joking,” said Sean, “Like Cecilia would even go near a giant, let alone get to know one.” 

Cecilia went rigid at the mention of her name. She tried once again to look as confused and amused as the other two when she was really debating whether it would be a good idea to just turn around and book it for the door.

“Go see for yourselves! It looks just like him.”  

Maddie raised an eyebrow and scoffed. Sean however, stared at her for a moment, before shrugging and beginning to make his way out from behind the counter. Cecilia, feeling glued to the floor, watched in horror as he began making his way over to the front door.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Incorrect Quotes

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Rules: use this incorrect quotes generator to make some incorrect quotes for your OCs!

Jedi: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.

Gwen: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!

Jedi: …Your point?

Maddie: Hey, Jedi?

Jedi: Yeah?

Maddie: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Jedi:

Jedi: Where’s Ash?

Carmen: Robbie...

Robbie: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

Akash: I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Noelle's phone number just by choosing random numbers.

Robbie: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Rose: Would you take a bullet for me?

Jedi: ...yes?

*Maddie angrily burst into the room*

Rose: *running away* Great, thanks!

Jedi: I’m a multitasker!

Jedi: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.

Jedi: I may be antisocial and unattractive.

Carmen: ...but?

Jedi: That's all.

Gwen: Isn’t it weird how we pay money to see other people?

Robbie: You mean movies?

Maddie: Concerts?

Ash: Prostitutes?

Gwen: Wha…N-no, I mean glasses, what the fuck-

Maddie: How do ethical philosophers feel about murder?

Lexi: Well, it’s frowned upon.

Maddie: Okay, but what if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier?

Maddie: That’s okay, right?

Rose: Hey.

Kelsey: Hey?

Rose: I can't sleep. :/

Kelsey: I can. Goodnight.

Akash: You have your weirdly sincere humility.

Kelsey: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

Ash: All the sudden I got a random burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down.

Rose: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU!

Lexi: Okay, can you do the dishes?

Rose: No!

Gwen: Am I going to far?

Lexi: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Maddie: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Lexi: Those are wanted posters!

Gwen: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish!

Rose: I wish for good grades.

Maddie: Nerd.

Rose: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Maddie. :)

Gwen: Rose…

Lexi: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail.

Robbie: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

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[storiesofsvu]

happy thursday hoes. time for some law and some order

Well fuck…what an opening..

“but there are definitely still traces of blood” girl… that hammer is COATED wtf…

I would like to point out that the way Kate runs her squad is the legit way that squads run. The CO (whether it be captain, lieutenant or sarge) is gonna stay in the office, they’re piled up with paperwork, the brass, putting out fires, they’re not out in the field…. Like svu. Ugh. I’m already not prepared for svu tonight, I’ve been watching through velasco’s eps and his older seasons were so good, esp compared to this year…

So we’re really doing this Ukraine surrogate/adoption plot line again, hey?

(I mean it is slightly different so far but like, it’s the same idea, right lol)

Samantha crushing it in the wardrobe dept as per usual

I like this new DA so much more than mccoy. Sorry not sorry.

I haven’t been paying too much attention to what’s going on (surprise) BUT, wtf does this case have to do with the grand jury that was taking place at the beg of the ep? With the girl all “he doesn’t know I’m here, right?” like, that girl was the murder vic? Or am I on crack? What is the connection?!

Uugggh… saaaammm my baby just needs a HUUUGGG

Okay, im actively not watching Toronto, see ya in an hour for svu.

Starting off with some personal, at home comfort. This is what we’ve been asking for forever (now give us rollisi at home pls).

OHHH GOD WHY ARE WE ALREADY BACK TO THE MADDIE SHIT FFS.

“I googled you”

Oh booooyyy are we in for it now. HOW MUCH DOES NOAH KNOW?! CAUSE LORD KNOWS HE PROBABLY FELL DOWN A PIT OF NEWS ARTICLES.

NO

WHY

WE DO NOT NEED TO BRING WL BACK TO THIS SHIT LET US HAVE SOME PEACE PLS.

Okay so we finally did get noah discovering where he came from. Woof.

Olivia kinda sucks at parenting sometimes. Like… he’s a kid, he’s an *adopted* kid who already knows about gramma Sheila and ellie… he’s gonna be curious, he’s gonna wonder, also what kid HASN’T snooped through their parents private things? Like yeah it’s not ideal… it’d be best for him to ask you a question and you slowly reveal into things or whatever but we all know she just would’ve shut him down right away anyways.

Lowkey love those heart lights in noahs room, ngl.

I’m not gonna lie. If it was olivia I’d be more concerned about him knowing/reading about William lewis and all the shit that went down than finding out johnny d was his dad…

You know what I think? I think this would be a great time to call you bestie amanda and have her over for a bottle of wine while you talk this through and see what jessie knows about her dad/how amanda’s gonna approach that. Also like, does billie just think sonny’s her dad or does she know? LOL. But will that happen? Obviously not.

Okay you know what, carisi is the second best bet so I’ll take this.

Olivia really needs to catch a fucking break

Carisi you sit like a whore. But we already knew that.

Is there not a way to trace this call? Or like, I know the phone is about to die but like…find my iphone even works on dead phones…use the stepmoms phone rn to find out where she is. Easy fix. Use your brains.

Man… parents on these shows are always so fucking trusting of their kids and they think they know everything about them. Like...what world are we living in?

Awweeee lil carisi back in cop mode!

Girl… you barely looked in that one, that’s not clear

Me: where do I know this actor playing the step mom from?

Checks imbd: ah. She’s been on svu as a diff character before. Of course.

We love a good parent who immediately offers up all their money to pay ransom of their kids bff with no question.

I swear to god it wasn’t raining 5 seconds ago.. I get that these are likely filmed on diff days but that really came outta nowhere

Olivia’s drenched and velasco’s barely wet… wtf lol

Oh god she’s really about to go feral isn’t she?  Like, even velasco’s nervous af.

That’s exactly what I knew he was gonna say. Like, liv should’ve just said she was dead.

Okay what about the other three perps? Where are they?

JESUS FUCK. Velasco… be mean to me. yell at me.. degrade me. jfc.

Okay I love that when she told Velasco to put the perp in her car he was all “uh… that a good idea boss?” kinda unsure thing but as soon as she started going feral he was just all “yup. Okay. I know how to do this.” And was totally on board. That’s my boi

“youre lucky im not in IAB anymore” damn right bitch.

That’s a cozy ass looking sweater liv has on and I want it

He already knows about ellie…why are we starting there?

I can’t wait until this conversation sparks a “hey… can we go see grama Sheila? Is she still sick?” and liv THEN has to explain that gramma Sheila is in fact in JAIL because she kidnapped him

Okay… that episode was honestly really good. It was a nice balance of the at home/personal lives and the case.

OC time.

Pls god have a last time on cause I do not remember what was happening… baby bro joe was doing heroine? That’s all I remember

Is this his apartment or elliots apt? it looks similar but also I like it better lol.

Bernie is a blessing to this show.

Elliot all “an intervention?” as if they didn’t host one for him like two years ago?

Also I JUST watched the ep with Muncy’s brother this week and that actor is baby boy joe stabler so this is throwing me off.

Is this an apt or a hotel? CAUSE ITS GORGEOUS!! HOW TF ARE THESE STABLER MEN AFFORDING THIS SHIT IN NYC?!

 “we don’t do that…” jet. Another fucking legend on this show

SO glad Bell’s back.

Clearly im not paying attention to this ep in case anyone’s wondering (and yes, it is because it’s a stabler ep…)

Leave it to stabler to be there less than 5 mins before beating someone

OH MY GODDDDD BELL LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN THAT BLUE SHIRT

Thank god bell had bobby with her cause homegirl had a cane last week, there’d be no way she should be on a foot chase rn. Lol

Omg jet and bobby UC yet AGAIN. I fucking love it.

Jet being absolutely the person that likely annoys the hell outta her, love that. 

[madara-fate]

Hello Maddie! Congratulations on your marriage and i wish you the very best for all of your endeavours in life.

In my couple years of knowing you, I've come to really respect you and look up to you as a person.

Since you have a decade more experience than me in life, and have gone through what phase I'm in, I'd like for you to share your advice on how to approach life in general.

What are some of the things/qualities/advice that you'd consider are most important for people to keep in mind?

You also seem to be a very confident person, so I wanted to ask how does one maintain the balance between humbleness and confidence and not become too cocky or overconfident?

I also believe confidence is very much dependent on external validation and positive reinforcement, so what if one does not get too much of it when they're doing something? Should they give up on it completely? Because otherwise they'd come off as unpleasant and cocky to other people.

How does one know if they're good at something in the first place? I mean friends and family will always say you're good at something or you look good, or you sing well etc.

Secondly, how does one cope with things that are completely out of their control? There are many people with genetic diseases/conditions which make them objectively worse than the average person.

It could also be that their financial circumstances prevent them from doing something. Should they ignore/overlook their flaws completely? Won't that make them seem obnoxious and overconfident?

How can one be mindful of their flaws and not let it affect them negatively and make them feel down? Feelings of envy, jealousy and frustration are bound to occur if one compares themselves with other people. But comparison is the only way to remain competitive and driven otherwise they'll become relaxed and idle and get left behind by most people.

Hey buddy, many thanks for the well wishes ^_^

What are some of the things/qualities/advice that you'd consider are most important for people to keep in mind?

Life doesn't end once you receive some bad news. Sleep on it, and think about how to move forward. Time heals all wounds.

When you're trying to improve on something, slow consistency is always better than making drastic changes for quick results, because more often than not, those changes won't be sustainable.

Doing something that you love for a living is great, but not necessary. As long as it's something that you can tolerate, that's good enough. If someone had a choice between doing something they love vs doing something they tolerate for 1.5x the money, I'd advise they don't be so quick to discard the latter.

This links to the previous point - a lot of the time, people say that money can't buy happiness because they think that's the "right" thing to say, but that's just idealistic. Money may not be able to bring happiness to someone who is already suffering from clinical depression, but for the regular person who struggles financially between pay checks, money can definitely buy happiness. Not just for what you can do for yourself, but also for how you can use it to help those who you love as well.

You also seem to be a very confident person, so I wanted to ask how does one maintain the balance between humbleness and confidence and not become too cocky or overconfident?

I'm confident only in what you see me talk about, because I know those topics very well. If I was in a conversation about a topic that I knew relatively little about, I'd keep my mouth shut and listen. Overconfidence stems from the overestimation of one's own skills and abilities, and in this case, it would be thinking you know more than you actually do. And even when some people know that their knowledge of the topic isn't that great, they'd still like to argue their point because they just want to be right. Avoiding this incessant need to always be right is key to maintaining that balance between humbleness and confidence, without crossing the threshold of arrogance. Listen, and learn, so that in the future, you'll be the one explaining the topic with all of the confidence, but none of the arrogance, because you were once in the position of ignorance.

I also believe confidence is very much dependent on external validation and positive reinforcement, so what if one does not get too much of it when they're doing something? Should they give up on it completely? Because otherwise they'd come off as unpleasant and cocky to other people.

Confidence can be built from external validation and positive reinforcement, but that's not the only way. If you know the benchmark for being "good" at something, and you meet that standard, confidence can be obtained in that manner as well. For instance, if only 20% of people were able to speed through a video game level in under 5 minutes, and you were also able to do so, you'd know you were in the top 20% of players for that level, regardless of whether you received any external positive feedback. That knowledge alone would give you a confidence boost.

How does one know if they're good at something in the first place? I mean friends and family will always say you're good at something or you look good, or you sing well etc.

My point above can also be applied here. Positive reinforcement from friends and family should only be supplementary motivators. What truly matters, is for you yourself to know how to gauge the threshold between good and average.

Secondly, how does one cope with things that are completely out of their control? There are many people with genetic diseases/conditions which make them objectively worse than the average person.

I always say to just not fuss about things that are out of your control, because there's literally no point in fussing about them. They're not gonna change, so don't waste your time. Focus your time on things which you can actually improve. You can't change your height, but you can change your physique. You can't change the fact that you have Tourette syndrome, but that doesn't stop you from being the life of the party and everyone loving you.

It could also be that their financial circumstances prevent them from doing something. Should they ignore/overlook their flaws completely? Won't that make them seem obnoxious and overconfident?

You should never ignore or overlook your flaws, not least because yes, that can have the potential to make you seem obnoxious. Your flaws and weaknesses should always be acknowledged so that they can be accounted for. Ignoring them doesn't mean they don't exist, and if they're not acknowledged, then those weaknesses will be very apparent in whatever it is that you're trying to do.

How can one be mindful of their flaws and not let it affect them negatively and make them feel down? Feelings of envy, jealousy and frustration are bound to occur if one compares themselves with other people. But comparison is the only way to remain competitive and driven otherwise they'll become relaxed and idle and get left behind by most people.

Everyone has flaws. You acknowledging that you have flaws is part of acknowledging your humanity. Sure, you may look at someone else and wish you could be as good as they are in a particular subject, but yet you don't even realise that someone is probably thinking the exact same thing about you. You also have talents that someone else heavily desires, that's just natural. But as you rightfully indicated, envy can often be a very good motivator for people to self improve.

[sailor-toni]

Why Nobody Works for the Fenton's

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“Think fast! What is the frequency that can disrupt a ghost's physical form?” Mrs. Fenton gleefully asked.

“Um… 150 decibels?” Valerie hugged the clipboard to her chest, surprised by the smile Mrs. Fenton had.

“No, but a good guess. It’s actually much higher than that! The high noise affects the ectoplasmic cells, and causes them to vibrate, losing their connections and bonds to one another, resulting in a ghost losing their physical form and turning into a mass of ectoplasmic goo.”

“You have a weapon that can do that?” Valerie asked.

“Well, no. This is only theory, as a weapon that could do that would cause serious hearing damage to anyone holding the weapon. And since the local farmers won’t give us permission to test on their land anymore, we haven’t had the right environment to test it,”

“Why won’t the local farmers let you test on their lands anymore?”

“Because they are cowards who can’t see what progress we are doing!” Jack yelled from the back of the lab. He was covered in thick cables that spired around his arms and legs. Each one looked to be over a hundred pounds, but the man carried them with ease.

“We accidentally covered one of their fields with experimental ectoplasm,” Maddie whispered into Valerie’s ear. “The corn outside of Amity Park is now considered ‘toxic’.” She put air quoted around toxic.  

“Valerie!” Jack turned his body, the cables dragging against the metal floor. “If any son of a gun from the EPA calls or arrives at the door, tell him to eat grass! The Fenton’s don’t answer to the government!” Valerie sucked her breath. She didn’t want to say anything that would offend the Fentons, especially since they were kind enough to give her a paid internship.

                 Casper High required that all of its students do a two-week internship in order to graduate. Most students do it in their senior year and help out one of the local businesses. She would’ve asked her Dad for an internship at his place, but then Phantom showed up. Her second choice was city hall. Dash, Kwan, and the rest of the football team got internships with city hall a year ago, but then Phantom held the old Mayor hostage, and the internship program was cut to pay for more security.  But that was fine. Nobody wanted to intern with the Fentons, the crazed duo had scared off anyone who would be willing to work with them. Everyone but Valerie, who needed them for one reason and one reason alone.  Information on ghosts! 

Also, she needed money after ghost hunting cost her the Nasty Burger job, and the Fentons were one of the few places that even offered paid internships.

“So, um Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, what will I be doing here?” 

“Great question Valerie! You will uhhhh, Honey what will she be doing?” Jack stuck his bottom lip out, his face was frozen as if he forgot what he was going to say. 

“You will be helping us keep the lab clean, change the ghost portal filter, answer any email or call that comes in, keeping stock of inventions and weapons, and helping us out in experiments.” Valerie nodded along, a lot of her tasks sounded very boring and typical; the last two options made her eyes light up. 

“And if you’re good at all that, we might even hire you as our assistant!” 

“Jack, we haven’t fully discussed that yet.” 

“Oh come on Maddie! Look at her, I bet she will be amazing!” 

Valerie stood there and smiled, if she could make this her new job, she would have access to all the weapons she would need, maybe they could teach her how to make the weapons, and she could make them at home. Valerie could already see Phantom’s face when she opened hell on earth with the stockpiles these two had. 

Her first day was spent walking through the lab and command center, her brain overloaded with what every button, gun, and icon did. At the end Valerie was sure these fools were secretly loaded, how else did they get their hands on all this material, and guns, and chemicals. Maddie had a secret room in the downstairs lab, locked to prevent her kids (aka DANNY) from pouring acid on themselves, full of every kind of poison, acid, and chemical imaginable. 

“Your first task tomorrow is to organize all of these. Don’t worry, we have a spare hazmat suit in the bunker,” Maddie said. 

“You have a bunker?” said Valerie.

“Yes, in case anyone attacks or the Russians finally nuke us. I’ll show you that later, I don’t want to give you too much information today.” Maddie chuckled as if it was all a joke. She continued explaining what each chemical did and where it had to go, but Valerie's eyes traveled to the back of the hidden room. 

“Mrs. Fenton, what is that?” 

“That is a live ghost we keep here in the lab. We use it to harvest ectoplasms and our experiments. Don’t worry it can’t feel anything we do to it, I lobotomized it years ago,” again she said it with a chuckle and a smile. The ghost had pale green skin and even paler hair, dark circles outlined his eyes like wastelands outside a drained oasis. “We found it outside a natural portal back in 1992 right before it closed. He put up quite a fight, but nothing compares to my Jack, and a fully loaded gun,” Maddie walked over and tapped the glass. “Jack and I joke that he is the hardest worker in our lab. Aren't you Harold?” Harold floated in the green liquid, his legs dissolving into nothing more than a pile of goo. “We usually keep a tarp over him when we don’t have to use him. I wonder who moved it. Oh! I found it!” She grabbed the black tarp and swung it over the tank, as the dark shroud covered Harold’s helpless features, Valerie thought she saw his hand move.  

[cozypancakes]

I'm the Maddie anon, and I still can't believe people never questioned Redfield as to why Maddie, a 6 year old child, was watching her sister instead of an adult? I get keeping up appearances with the single father act for sympathy, but all rich families have nannies. Nobody would hold it against him, really.

What also bugs me is how did Farr get involved with Maddies therapist? Wouldn't the therapist go to Redfield first? Maybe after the bombing, Farr wanted to keep her bases covered, maybe she sensed Maddies disgust for her dad, but still. Poor girl can't talk to no one really. I also don't fault her for liking her professor, as we saw earlier guys her age don't pay any attention to her or have problems with her dad. She seems like such a lonely person who just wants to experience the life her classmates live. I mean she's 19/20, you have certain dreams and hopes. Blame the professor for inappropriate behavior, like it's disgusting he manipulated her like this.

I like your take on Peter and Maddie bonding, he would definitely help her with the conspiracy freaks. Both would try their hardest to get cleared in public. I don't doubt Maddie will fight for Peter's innocence given that he saved her life, and essentially put her dad into prison. As for her fucked up family dynamic, Rose would be the better person. Her mom was absolutely shitty, where Peter's dad was still a good, caring father for Peter. Chelsea will always be her number one tho, they will stay in contact. I know we won't see her in s2 but I hope she gets her happy end.

I mean…there are literal domestic abusers and sex offenders in Congress and across state legislators. Redfield said it himself: voters don’t get him the win, CEOs do. And if they throw enough money at the problem, they can twist the publics opinion in their favor or just lie their way through it and trust they’ve brainwashed their constituents enough to believe him.

I’m sure Farr sensed the conflict between Maddie and Redfield. She really made sure to have all her basis covered when it came to Redfield. He screwed her over when he dragged her into that whole mess. Makes sense that she’d take it upon herself to have an ace up her sleeve if she ever needed it.

Oooh, Maddie and Rose would bond about that! Very true! We were deprived of any real Peter/Rose/Maddie/Chelsea content this season and are unlikely to get it next season 😢 but we’ll always have headcanons

[krys-loves-otome]

4, 10, 11 👀

Give Me A Number OC Meme!

4. Any Villain OCs?

Technically speaking, he's more of an antagonist than a straight up villain, but in his early days, Haiiro did have some villain qualities, if tame ones, as shown from this old, old comic page when I tried to make a comic of about Takashi (his half brother he's talking about) and his adventures. Forgive the artwork for it is old and creaking and I do not know how to comic (it does read left to right tho!).

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10. Favorite OC Design

I was doing the Christmas color scheme long before Hideyoshi von IkeSen came into my life, lol

Here is Skyler, who is a vampire. He was from an era in my life where I loved giving character two-toned hair (him, Takashi and his waifu Arianna) because I thought it looked cool (you can also tell I was a YGO kid because of this). He's had eras of cutting his hair but it's always with black bangs while the rest was green.

Runner up after Skyler would have to be Houki, because her design is easy for me to remember: straight center part in her hair, round glasses, green eyes, blue and pink kimono.

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11. Would you consider yourself nice to your OCs?

...I'd be lying if I said the answer was a resounding yes.

A short list of my OCs troubles and ills: -Takashi is a Fallen Angel, accused of a crime he didn't commit. Not to mention, whenever he summons his wings, they tear through his back, blood spattering included. It's quite painful, so he only calls on them out in a dire emergency. If one was to see him without a shirt on, they'd see the two long scars his wings emerge from.

-He also met his waifu at a bar where she was going to sell herself to support her family, but Taka tricked everyone with paying for her in key rings rather than actual money. He then swept her family away on his adventures rather than facing an angry mob.

-Haiiro is a magical test tube baby, a mixture of angel and demon dna. The means to collect specimens from his parents were... well, not ethical, to say the least. It's why he and Takashi are half brothers as they share the same father, technically speaking.

-Skyler sells his venom to make ends meet as he lives in a polycule with a dragon friend and a wizard that took in his nieces when their parents died.

-OC in the tube comic, his name is Bara (it was a time before I knew the connotation of that word, I just wanted to name him Rose, but in a different way), he gets his memories taken away frequently so he could become the perfect hunter of magical creatures. (He eventually gets to have romantic feel-feels for one of Skyler's wizard boyfriend's nieces, so good for him)

-Thea never knew her birth father and she'd liked to keep it that way, after seeing how he affected her mother.

-Maddie was bullied when she was young for being 'a weird kid'.

-Abby and Miri came from abusive homes.

Thanks for the ask!

[damndannyholly]

Meet: Danny Holly

But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning

Full name: Daniel Thomas Holly Nicknames: Danny, D Money, HAH Prince, Holiday Age: 20 Sign: Aries City of birth: Cherry The current place for living: Cherry Siblings: Donny Holly Pets: tbd. Birthday: April 4th, 1966 Major: Business Job: college student / junior board member at HAH

BACKGROUND

- Nothing could have ever prepared little Danny Holly for what it was going to be like growing up in Royalty. To have everything he could have ever wanted handed to him on a silver platter, save perhaps the actual honest love and affection of his parents. From that perspective pressure was all he’d ever known. The pressure to be perfect. To sit, stand, talk, eat, perform to the best of his ability in every possible way. They were raising him to be an heir and anything less than perfect was punished. Even in childhood play, when he’d find himself in a tussle with Harvey, his father would come back with but you showed him who’s boss right? Didn’t matter that they were 4 and arguing over who’s truck belonged to who, or who Elaine Archer would decide to pay attention to. As far as David Holly was concerned, there had to be a clear winner, and in his mind that had to be Danny. Which wasn’t a responsibility he was totally unfamiliar with considering he’d been informed at an even younger age that with the coming of Donny came his first run in with responsibility. As soon as he was old enough to understand speech he was being reminded of his responsibility to look after his brother. A task that many years later he would find himself coming to resent as he started coming into his own as his fathers son. - Because of his upbringing, Danny has consistently struggled with showing face. With letting others see who he really is. Often times he’s more likely to put up a front than be honest about what he’s thinking or feeling. Always calculating his next move. Unfortunately this didn’t always win him points with the locals. Throughout high school Danny found a way to rub Freyja the wrong way, made a point of continuously trying to win the heart of one Elaine Archer, loathed both the Russell boys with everything fiber of his being, made nice with the Jackson girls, had a full blown incident with Alice & Lux, further developed his hatred for Zev and Harvey, dismissed Mac like he was a scuff on his shoe, tolerated and maybe even liked Libby and Maddie, and on the rare occasion was a little more than your typical kind of friendly with Kitty Maddox. But to describe any of those interactions as real? It couldn’t be done. -But the reality of his other options were way worse. As much as Danny disliked the majority of the gang, he couldn’t be someone who was considered a loner. His father would never allow it. So he faked it. He forced his way into their group, dangled his brother in front of them like a bonus prize, while constantly managing to treat the younger boy as less than all the way up through the end of high school. When the time finally came for him to be an adult and leave the world of childish bullshit behind, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do it, but it’s been a conscious effort. Danny wants to try and turn over a new leaf, but he feels he’s gotten so good at being the perfect son his fathers always wanted that he no longer knows how to be anything else.

[mizkit]

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Picoreview: X-Men '97

Picoreview: X-Men 97: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Ok, just to get this out of the way:

this post will contain spoilers, so if you don’t want spoilers, look away now

I loved it almost unconditionally, so I’m going to talk about the things I think they did wrong more than the ones they did right :D

Okay? Beyond this point, spoilers are on you. Although I’m going to start by talking about the Chris Pine Star Trek movies, so you have some space to look away in. :) (There are, mind you, also spoilers for the second of those movies. :))

A friend of mine is not a Trekkie (I know, how can it be?!?), and found the entire emotional plotline of Star Trek: Into Darkness to be completely baffling, because she had no context to recognize the reversal of Spock’s death in Wrath of Khan in Into Darkness. From her perspective, she’d spent about four hours with these characters and for two and a half of them, Kirk and Spock hadn’t seemed to like each other much at all, so why was Spock suddenly so freaked out over Kirk’s impending death?

“It’s like fan fic!” she roared indignantly. “It doesn’t work if you don’t know the original context!”

She was absolutely right. I, who knew the original movies/context, was in bits (even if the storyline was hopelessly contrived and should have been done…differently), but without that, indeed, even with it, it was absolutely fic.

And herein lies the problem with X-Men ’97.

Broadly speaking, I LOVED how fast and loose they played with bringing in so many epic storylines of the 80s and 90s. That was amazing. But. But. The fast and looseness really made a hash of some of the emotional beats, and even I, who had every bit of necessary context, kept going, “Really? REALLY? Just like that?”

The Forge/Storm/powers storyline was the worst, for me, but the Scott/Jean story was a hell of a Hot Mess, too. There wasn’t nearly enough sense of time passing; we snapped from “o no storm lost her powers and is in the desert with forge” to “ororo i WUV U” with absolutely no justification, and we jumped from “scott just found out his wife is a clone and lost his child” to “jean is real mad scott’s not over losing his clone wife and child and is spying on him mentally” (which, sorry, that just didn’t work nearly as well with Maddie as it did with Emma for SO MANY REASONS, including, MADDIE WAS HIS WIFE AND THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD, FOR GOD’S SAKE, YOU REDHEADED PSYCHO! AND YES! I KNOW YOU ARE ALSO HIS WIFE! IT’S VERY COMPLICATED! BUT STILL! WHAT THE HELL!).

I think both of those storylines could have really worked, but they both needed to be spread out OVER THE SEASON because they made absofuckinglutely no sense shoved into an episode and a half. I didn’t expect Storm to get her powers back for YEARS. I had no interest in seeing Jean and Scott a suddenly United Front again when there was SO MUCH DOOM to unpack there!

(And let’s not talk about Scott stopping Xavier from stopping Magneto specifically to save Jean, which I do not believe Jean would have supported as an action, because we’ll be here all day.)

And this is with me knowing all the stories they were drawing from. I have at least one friend who was watching with her husband, who is not an X-Geek, and he was getting whiplash over the nonsensically rushed Forge/Storm storyline because it just made no sense without the comic book history backing it up.

So I loved it, I loved it, I LOVED it, but my GOD I feel like there were at least two complete episodes left on the cutting room floor. It’s animation, so there’s probably not really two complete episodes lying around, but if there were I would pay good money for them. It was SO GREAT that where it missed, it missed hard, and that is such a shame.

…however, Remember It didn’t miss one single goddamn beat. Holy shit. My ever-loving God. I genuinely spent the next two days in slack-jawed shock and the rest of the week processing. Like, seriously. Holy shit. That was perfect, up to and including (again, totally invisible if you don’t know the original comics) Gambit’s reversal of role in the Mutant Massacre*.

Everything. Everything about it was incredible. That DANCE, holy sweet SHIT. I ship Romy but don’t mind Rogneto, and that was HOT.

NIGHTCRAWLER. He was SO PERFECT. My goddamn HEART. KURT. MY LOVE. KURT. Not just in Remember It, but the following episodes! SO GREAT!

And HANK, putting Trish in her place. Hot damn. And VAL COOPER, I LOVED VAL COOPER BACK IN THE DAY, I’m SO GLAD she’s had a real role in ’97! Nobody remembers her, but I loved her!

And, I’m sorry, but literally everybody being all shocked over Rogue dropping Trask, like my dudes, you had a telekinetic, a teleporter, and Morph who apparently isn’t just able to look like people in this version of X-Men, he can actually FLY, so like, get over your own shocked selves, AT LEAST three of you could have saved him, but Wolvie called it: she did what they were all thinking. HNF.

AUGH. IT WAS ALL SO GOOD. Except the bits that weren’t, dammit. :)

*I never really bought his role in that, anyway. They’d been intimating for ages that he had a Dark Secret and I feel like at some point they went “well, shit, we have to give him a Dark Secret, let’s retcon his involvement with the Mutant Massacre into place,” and pffff.

[kandadiff]

Marsha was a very skinny woman with pin-straight red dark red hair, a serious face that you've only seen smile maybe a handful of times and a posh British accent. She was Robin's other assistant and frankly a very good one. She was no-nonsense and you knew Robin trusted her with more things then he did you, you didn't mind of course. She handled the important documents and work and you did the more fun things.

But occasionally when she became a bit overwhelmed, you helped her. This was one of those times and you had messed it up and it was a big mess up.

"Sir." She called after Robin as he walked back towards his office. He looked towards your desk seeing it was empty then at Marsha. "She had to take a phone call. But I need to talk to you." Marsha said holding a few files and standing up. He nodded and moved over to her desk. "I had a lot to do yesterday so I asked Arianna for help," Robin nodded. "I asked her to wire the hundred grand to Knoxville Caterers to pay for the machine parts." Robin nodded and she pulled out a slip. "She sent it to Johnny Knoxville's patreon page."

"She what?!" Robin grabbed the slip seeing the proof in her hand.

"I tried to cancel the wire but I couldn't. So I just paid right people and waited for you to see what you'd like me to do." She said and he sighed. He couldn't blame Marsha for this, being his assistant was hard which is why he wanted two of them and hired you. That was before he got romantic with you... but you just cost the company a hundred thousand dollars.

"Consider the money a wash and put it down under charity for our taxes." He said and she nodded. He had to talk to you and was dreading it. "when she comes back, tell her to see me." Marsha nodded and he walked back into his office dreading the conversation.

~~~

You were both horrified and pissed as you listened to your sister describe her encounter with her boyfriend. She was trying to stay strong but you could tell she was holding on by a thread.

"Where are you now?" You asked heading back to the office. You had to go to her, Robin would understand right? He had too, your sister just got a gun pulled on her from her boyfriend.

"I went to a hotel." Maddy sniffled. "I'm in the fucking spa right now."

"You can't live in a hotel." You sighed thinking of a place she could stay.

"Were else am I supposed to go? I'm not staying with him after he did that!"

You sighed and made your way back to his office. "I'm coming down there, just answer my call when I call you back okay." You heard her mumble an agreement. "Okay, love you."

"Love you too." She said and you hung up. You looked over at Marsha.

"Is he in there?" you asked and she nodded motioning for you to go inside.

You walked into his office, closing the door behind you and took a seat in the chairs across from his desk. He was on the phone and glanced up at you before holding his hand up. He said a few more words then said goodbye and hung up. You fixed your hair and leaned on the desk "I need to talk to you." He nodded "I need a few days or weeks off."

"Weeks?"

"My sister needs me." You sigh and tell him about Nate and Maddy. His eyes go wide when he hears it but hes not truly shocked. He knew about Nate and knew one day he'd pull something like that. He reaches in his drawer pulling out a book of maps and studies it for a few. "We have a few apartment buildings down there, take this one." He pointed at the map to a building called The Huntington. "Take the penthouse. If you need money go to Slaughter. Its the club my family owns." The way he said it made it seem like he didn't want you there. "Tell J to give you the money, I'll talk to him about it. Matter-of-fact, no." He circled another area with his finger a short car ride away from the building he said you can stay at. "Head to Paradise Casino. Kay should still work there, get the money from her."

"I don't want to rely on you for money." you sighed leaning back. You did have some saved and if he was going to give you a place to stay that was more then enough. You didn't want to take anymore money from him.

"Adi, its okay. I want you to be okay there, I can't go with you. I have to stay here." Part of him was secretly relieved you'd be leaving now he can try and fix this missing 100 thousand dollar problem. The other part of him dreaded her being there. He didn't trust Nate but his only saving grace was that Maddy lived in the same city as I did, meaning not only was I down there but Rhea was as well and too a lesser extent so was J but he trusted J as much as people trust a scorpion.

"I know but I still don't want to take the money, you're giving me enough. I'll have some money and I'll get a job-"

"Adi." Robin growled. "Enough, just head to the casino and get the money."

"Robin, I want a job. And Maddy needs one too. Like, she relies to much on her boyfriend and look now shes spending her saved money on a hotel because of what he did-"

"You think I'm like Nate?" He cocks an eyebrow. "That I'll hold what I give you over you?"

"No." you sigh. "I'm saying, Maddy looks up to me and I am her older sister, she needs to see that she needs to rely on herself. Like me. But I can't do that if you're giving me money. It's enough you're letting us stay in a penthouse."

He sighs and nods annoyed but impressed at her logic. "Fine, when are you leaving?"

"Today?" you said softly gauging his reaction.

"You got tickets?" He asked and you shook your head. He stood up walking over to you and pulled out his wallet, handing you his credit card. You give him a look and he sighs "Take it. Buy yourself a ticket and keep it for emergencies. This is non-negotiable." You took the credit card and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed you back and for a moment you two just stood there kissing in his office until there was a curt knock on the door. He sighed and pulled back, turning back to his desk. "Come in." He called and Marsha walked in with a pile of files in his hand.

She nodded at you, without a smile but you were used to it. Marsha was always so serious, you never even got a smile out of her. "I just need you to sign these." He nodded and she moved over to him placing the files on his desk.

He started to sign the papers and looked up at you. "You should head to the airport now so it isn't too late when you get there. I'll call the door man and tell him that both of you will be moving in. Call me when you get to the airport and when you land."

You nodded and turn to go out but he calls out to you. Before you can fully turn around you feel his large hand on the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a deep kiss. The kiss goes on for a few moments until Marsha clears her throat and he pulls away. "I'll visit you when I can." He whispers against your lips and you nod. "Be safe, call me if anything."You nod pulling away from him and head out of the office.

~ ~ ~

Technically, I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow but once I got the text about Maddy. I packed up my suitcase, put on a blonde wig and big sunglasses and drove the way back from Vegas. By the time I got to the airport, you had landed.

"The Huntington is a nice building." I said as we drove, now that we were more of a distance from the populated airport I put the top down as we drove. "I lived in the penthouse for a bit when I first broke up with Negan. And the doormen, they aren't afraid to fight. Nate isn't going to be able to get past them."

You nodded, tired from your flight and Maddy sat in silence in the backseat as we approached the building parking in the parking lot and made our way into the building. I introduced you both to the doorman Arnie, and we headed up to the penthouse.

The penthouse was done in blues, blacks and whites. It was large with two bedrooms in and the windows overlooked the LA skyline. "As you can tell." I say handing you both the keys, "Theo was the last person to live here and decorated it like this. Feel free to change it. Also lets go, we need to get you both a job."

"A job?" Maddy asks looking up at me from the couch surprised. It was clear she didn't expect it but I don't think she knew how she was going to get money anyway. Since moving in with Nate she was basically a stay-at-home girlfriend.

I looked at you and you looked at her. "Yeah, you need to be more independent, Like we are getting this penthouse for free but no one is going to pay for us to live. I know you don't want to work but trust me its for the better." You can't believe you have to explain this to her, sure she is younger than you but not by much.

She sighs and nods you can tell shes unhappy. We head back downstairs to the car and drive the short way to Paradise Casino, you notice Slaughter, the club robin told you J owned, on the way there.

You inwardly smiled when you saw the colors in the casino. It was decked in purples and you had a feeling J wasn't to far away. I pointed out the stage, the bar, the VIP area and the private rooms. I lead you down a hallway among the private rooms until we came to a door marked Private. I walked in seeing a man you didn't recognize, standing there.

"Hey, Murray." I say and he smiles at me. The man is older, maybe in his late 50s. Hes a bit pudgy and swarmy, his eyes leer over the three of us but as soon as he recognizes who it is he looks up at my eyes. You try not to make a face but you exchange a look with Maddy.

"J- isn't here Kay." He says shutting his laptop and getting up.

"I know." I said matter of fact. "These are the girls I called you about."

He looked past me to the both of you and nodded. "Are you sure he said its okay."

"He did." I said simply moving over to the desk and getting you two, two passes for the vip areas. "We need a bartender, a waitress and floor runner right. Well I have two out of the three. He'll be fine with it."

"Um.. okay." she shifted uncomfortably as I motioned for you two to walk out. "I just don't want any problems with J- Miss Kay... I know you and him."

"J entrusted me to find people and I have. Should I call him and tell him you are preventing me from doing that?" I ask looking back at him and he instantly sputtered a 'no.' "Good." I say and walk out the room. "You two, follow me." You and Maddy caught up to me quickly as Murray closed to door to the office as we walked out. "🌶No one here knows who I am or who Rhea is." I whisper as we walk "🌶Im pretty sure half of them think I'm with J or I supply him with stuff, he is the face of the casino everyone here thinks he owns it. I sing here some nights but as far as anyone knows thats why im here. I need to keep it that way." You both nod and I fully turn towards you as we approach the bar. "Adi you'll be the bartender. Maddy you choose waitress or floor runner."

"What is a floor runner?"

"You help the dealers rig some of the games, or distract the players enough so they don't realize what happening. It doesn't come with tips though. Waitress does and people here tip pretty well. Adi you get tips too."

"I guess a floor runner." She smiled "that should be fun."

I grin and nod waving over a few girls. "Lyla and Jade are going to train you, I used to do that here too. Its fun." I introduce the two girls to Maddy and they take her away. I call over, Rachel the current bartender on duty. "Rachel you got help"

Rachel, a girl with thick brown hair and a fluffy pink top moves over to us. "Really?" She doesn't even look at you "Why? Does J think I can't handle this on my own? I'm great at this." She finally looks over at you. "How can she even bartend with those nails. Like she's pretty but maybe she should be a waitress." She says and I grin looking at you waiting for your reaction.

~

[cryptid-killjoy]

HC: Bastien has had a lot going on in his head lately. Feral is fun in it's own way. Looting is it's own joy. Instead of watching out for cops or nosey citizens who can't mind their business he mostly watches out for rogue zombies. Delta tried to keep them herded back at Skull Rock for awhile, but that's easier said than done. They roam off. They're around considering the huge population. He likes to pretend he's in The Walking Dead now only... he actually is. Thank goodness for his "troll" hammer.

He's created several hoard hubs he's now calling Fox Holes. He's not quite sure where the lingo came from, but when that sort of thing happens 8 times out of 10 it's because Jetsam is mixing in. He might not be controlling Bastien but he leaves an imprint from possessing him so often, souls touching, like wires crossing. It's that out in the swamp language coming out. He doesn't necessarily dress like Jet, because if he ever could have afforded whatever he wanted he might have styled up. But, since he's been looting the rock look might be incorporated more than it used to be because he's been able to find it all his own Bastien-way without spending the cash- just the way he likes it.

To picture Bastien having a dressing room movie montage in all the abandon stores, thrift shops, and people's empty homes trying on all sorts of different looks with Hugo and the gang at his side is something Delta would pay money to see on a big screen.

There is another store he looted which might have been humorous to watch. The lingerie store down the way from the bridal shop Maddy went to with Piper. Yeah, he went there all by himself holding up dainty things trying to figure out what to bring home as a surprise for his wife. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Ticket worthy experience for sure. That said, when he brings home this bag to his wife he will say, "I would have brought more, but I couldn't figure out how they went on. Ladies undies are very confusing. Laverne told me to relax because all I need to do is figure out how to get you out of them. But, I still only picked out the easy ones... well I mean, and the pretty ones. The good ones." But he would expressly explain how beat he was over it taking a whole day on pantie decisions. "I had no idea how much stress underwear was for you ladies." Then he'd dump several six packs of boxers and briefs in his size. So easy in plastic packages. All the same and shove them in his drawer.

In his mind though his daily excursions like this were yet another way he was providing for his family. He still had a big fuck that debit card Esme gave him attitude and now hoarding instincts were kicking in big time because opportunity was knocking. He didn't know when times would change again. He never believed anything would last forever so, he was staking claims everywhere he was allowed. He was dragging all sorts of items to his personal property and storing it there. He asked for a room at the Blue Piper from Kuzco. Kuzco allowed him a room and Bastien was filling it from floor to ceiling with just... stuff. Stuff in his mind they may need some day.

He even started to claim places he used to hang out, old trap houses, and buildings weren't his property, but were his spots back in the old days. Delta had the whole dang city. When she noticed what he was doing and questioned his activity she even gave them to him. So, in his mind these were business transactions between him and his boss. As long as his loyalty remained he earned these properties as his own for just a small favor which gave him more work. He liked work. He liked feeling like he was doing something and useful. He had to hoard for Delta too.

Now, she already technically had everything within the ring, but what he was doing for her was organizing special items he might run across for her. So he had a hoard building for that too. Maybe this didn't mean much now, but if the city of Feral ever thrived with any populace again, Bastien would be quite the land owner when people did come in. The time he was putting in now was being looked at as an investment for his future whether Feral had much more of future than it did now or not.

Back to Jetsam, after the whole Father's Day pull Bastien would have wanted to across the sea for a visit. The only thing holding him back is Bastien's incessant hoarding obsession lately and his closeness to his brother. Believe it or not Bastien's close enough with Flotsam to know this isn't a good time and was holding back on purpose. As much as everyone loved Jet, Flo is the living person, and who Bastien bonded with that fated Halloween. He vowed to remain open for Jet for Flo's sake and even Bastien worries about the effects sometimes. It's only since then he's gotten closer to Jet. He won't be able to help it if Jet takes over completely of course, but he's tried to wait despite the pulling sensation to go due to conversations with Flo who's going through a lot right now. He never wants to make things worse for Flo. He also doesn't want to lose the connection and have Jet jump into someone else when he feels this is his duty to his friend and doesn't want to let him down, or have Jetsam take aim at him for not being cooperative. So it's a balancing act he feels he's playing all the time. However, he'd go soon because Flo would actually call him up for music reasons. That meant he was ready.

Jet is small stressor in Bastien's large room of voices that like to mess with his head. There's the gargoyles. Then new ones pop up sometimes.

Like one time he was looking for Frankie with his night vision goggles and his mind started to play tricks on him. It was like all the night visions movie sequences started to play in his head. Too many video games. He's looking around and suddenly he's got a commander in his ear telling him which way to go and where to look like he's on a covert mission, secret ops. It was like having VR on and when the visual hallucinations start popping up. He's blasting monsters with an imaginary gun he wasn't even carrying like he's in Men In Black. He freaks out and tears the goggles off disappointed and hyped he hesitated to shoot the girl with the lab equipment only to see Frankie sitting there with her pacifier safe and sound. Like okay. What just happened?

Not a monster. Not lab equipment. His hands are empty. Yeah, he needed some weed. Time to reduce stress right now. Something. That one freaked him out. Nothing happened. Nothing at all happened. But, for a split second he almost thought he about shot his kid. Hallucinations. Visual disturbances. Schizophrenia. Mentally challenged. Different. Ability to see into a different world. Magic vision. Whatever anyone wanted to call what Bastien went through off and on that one scared him. He didn't like the goggles anymore. He didn't like mirrors. He didn't like sunglasses. He sure as Hell wasn't going to play VR with anyone.

He liked cars though. Now that he didn't believe he was going to hurt anyone by driving key collecting was also a new hobby. Finding which keys went to which cars. There were abandoned car lots full of new and used cars. Feral was a land of plenty for the people there.

Everything that happens only makes him more protective of Frankie even if the threat is unreal. In his mind the threats are out there and possibly from another world/realm and could pop out at any time. Whoever they are is trying to trick him. So, if he seems extra paranoid of who knows what, in protective daddy mode, husband mode, even minion of Delta and Frank mode, he's got his reasons.

[fezco-youphoria]

Shades of Cool

a/n: this is short & sweet fluffiness

summary: Fez acts tough while he's doing business, but he becomes a big old softie when it's just the two of you.

tw: drug deal

pairing: Fezco x reader

You and Fez are in his car. Your boyfriend is behind the wheel and you sit beside him in the passenger’s seat. The two of you are going to the movies but first Fez needs to make a quick detour for a delivery. The only reason he agreed to drop it off is because the customer was willing to pay extra and it was on the way to the theater.

“Baby, I’m sorry but we can’t roll up listening to this pop shit,” Fez tells you.

He abruptly switches the music to hip hop.

“After we leave you can change it to whatever you want though,” Fez offers.

“Ok. Deal,” you nod.

Fez takes a turn into a quiet alley behind a row of houses. In the distance you see a teenage boy on a bike waiting under a streetlight. Fez drives up to him. He pulls out a little baggie of Coke from his pocket and lowers the window.

“Yo. What’s good, man?” the customer greets Fez.

“‘Sup?” Fez shrugs.

Fez and the customer briefly shake hands. The guy slides Fez the money and Fez gives him the baggie in return. It’s a smooth exchange that Fez is so accustomed to, he can do it with his eyes closed.

“Thanks. You got any Molly too?” the customer asks.

“Not on me, man. Come by the shop tomorrow. Ash will hook you up,” Fez replies.

While Fez talks to the customer, you keep your head down and scroll through Instagram on your phone. You can hear everything that’s going on, you’d just rather not interact. And you think Fez prefers that too.

Right after you like one of Maddy’s new posts, you see Fez and the guy fist bump from the corner of your eye. Then the customer rides his bike off into the night.

“We finished now,” your boyfriend tells you.

Fez rolls up the window. He starts driving just as the song ends. You switch the music to a cool, dreamy Lana Del Rey track.

“You acted so cool back there, baby. Very aloof,” you comment.

“Really?” your boyfriend smirks.

“Yeah. You make it all look so effortless,” you compliment him.

“Word. That means a lot coming from you cuz you like the coolest person I know,” Fez admits.

You blush and shake your head, “You don’t have to lie.”

“Why would I lie? You fuckin' fearless, Y/N.”

You shyly smile, looking at Fez with heart eyes.

“Yo, I like this song you put on,” he nods, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What? Oh, uhm, thanks,” you stutter.

“You alright?” Fez asks.

“Yeah. I just… I love you,” you softly reply.

Fez smiles at you and rests his hand on your thigh.

“Love you too, ma.”