#maddy thinks outloud

[drifting-andromeda]

Everyone jokes about Manic and Sonia making an appearance in Sonic 10 or whatever, but I raise you something that is incredibly funnier to me. Sonic 10 confirms the dadow au when Silver has to reveal his backstory for whatever reason.

[cakevaljean]

Devil's Backbone- Michael Rowan x F!Reader (CBS Elementary)

Description: After you return from Albany with Michael, a certain police consultant contacts you about the allegations against him. Michael confesses to serial murder, and instead of screaming and running in the other direction, you fuck him nasty on the kitchen floor. just under 3k words cw: choking and other violence (in a sexual context), bruises, light restraints, brat taming if you squint

No one asked for this, but I am being the change I wish to see in the world. Less “porn with plot” and more “porn with exposition.” BIG THANK YOU to @finniestoncrane who both inspired me to write my own stuff and provided much needed emotional support lol

Fifteen smiling women stare back at you from the kitchen table. The folder that held the photos has “New York Police Department: Do Not Disseminate” printed on the front. Are you even allowed to have this?

A man named Sherlock Holmes had approached you earlier in the day. He said he was a consultant with the NYPD and asked what your relationship was to a man named Michael Rowan. Michael had asked you out some time ago, you went on dates in between his work trips and meetings. His was the kitchen table you were staring at now. You didn’t have any friends or family in the area– a fact that he had deduced by your completely empty schedule. He was sweet about it. Michael invited you to spend time with him in Albany a few months ago. He said you could keep each other company. You joked about moving too fast, asked if you were going to end up on a missing persons list. He smiled wide at that, and promised to return you home in one piece. His response gave you butterflies at the time.

You let out a sharp laugh at the memory. It was a struggle to hear Sherlock explain why the NYPD and FBI were tracking Michael, but after living with him for three months you couldn’t say it wasn’t possible. There were times when the mask slipped. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. An unidentifiable glint behind his gaze when you found him staring at you. The longer you spent together, the longer it would take for him to shake it off, to pull you into a kiss to distract you from the chill that went down your spine.

Once, you woke up in the middle of the night to him standing above you. You squirmed under his intense stare, that same look in his eye. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Fear shot through you, but there was another feeling there too– hunger, need. You were the one to move first, tangling your fingers into his shirt and tugging him closer to you, crushing your lips against his. Thinking of the noise he made against your mouth when you pulled him to bed on top of you was enough to get you off some days.

Sherlock claimed that Michael’s most recent victim– you stumbled over the word in your head– was a woman named Rachel Garner, killed three days ago. Three days ago Michael was with you in Albany, and you told Sherlock so. It wasn’t a total lie; Michael coming home before sunrise woke you up. He had a habit of leaving the apartment late at night once you fell asleep and spending hours in the makeshift darkroom across the hall when he came home. He told you not to ask him about it, so you didn’t. As long as he didn’t come home from his late night excursions smelling like heroin or perfume, you could overlook some strange behaviors. You would never say it outloud, but for a guy as nice as Michael Rowan, you would overlook a lot of things.

You turn your attention back to the table. Three of the photos are different– Rachel Garner, Ashley Jenkins, Maddie Williams. Dead women with rubber tubing tied tight around their necks. Lifeless eyes, unfocused. Was the man you loved really the last person these women had ever seen? Could you overlook this?

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You have always had an issue with feeling the way you were supposed to. Sherlock gave you the file in hopes you would feel pity or sadness over the loss of life, or fear of your own, and choose to help their investigation. It didn’t work. You should feel these things, but there is a much different emotion creeping down your spine.

The sudden sound of a key in the front door behind you makes your stomach drop. That unexpected thrill roils in your core and your legs begin to tremble, causing you to sink into the closest chair. You know you won’t hear Michael walk up to you; his silent steps were one of the hardest adjustments moving in with him.

“Sherlock came to see you.” His voice sounded closer than you expected it to. He had bent low to peek down at the photos from behind your shoulder. You turn to him and kiss him on the cheek, surprising you both.

“He said I forgot my phone in the apartment when we left. Used it to track me down.” Michael had rushed you out the door that day after a quick phone call. You barely spoke on the three hour drive to the city, but he kissed you sweetly before dropping you off at his house.

You hesitate for a moment. “He didn’t even charge it,” you force a nonchalant smile, pointing to the phone on the other side of the table. Michael scoffs. He taps the screen to verify it’s dead, then frowns at one of the photos on the table.

“I didn’t kill Rachel Garner.”

There is a pause. He waits for your reaction. You find Rachel’s photo, and flip it facedown. You count fourteen women.

“Sherlock wanted me to tell you he’ll be back for the file,” you say quietly.

He sighs, turns your chair, kneels in front of you. He meets your gaze and there is no mask that separates you. The feeling of not-quite-fear tingles in your fingertips.

“I’ve always had these…urges. Things that I knew were wrong. Things that I knew were bad. But it hurt not to do them. That’s how I became a heroin addict.” You recognize the words. There was a handwritten transcript in the file Sherlock gave you, dated three months ago.

“Have you ever had the urge to kill me?”

“No.”

“Oh.” You would not have said that voluntarily. A blush rises to your cheeks.

He cracks a slight smile. “You sound disappointed.”

You were a little disappointed. It takes you a minute to reflect on why. Your blush deepens as you try to find the right words.

“You kill women-”

“I’ve killed men, too.” A bit defensive, but his honesty surprises you.

“You kill mostly women,” you correct. “Is it a… A-am I not…?” The absurdity of the moment hits you. Your boyfriend tells you he’s a serial killer, and you’re insecure he hasn’t killed you yet?

He rests his hand on the side of your neck, feeling your pulse quicken at his touch. His thumb strokes your throat and you forget your own name. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for a while,” he ignores your unfinished question. “But I promised Sherlock I wouldn’t hurt anyone while he was away. It’s easy to get a little too rough with you.” He tightens his grip and you can’t help the sound that escapes you. His hand relaxes.

“You’re afraid of me.”

“I should be,” you whisper. “But I’m not.” His touch had sparked something deep within you. You couldn’t call it fear– when did fear start to feel this good?

Your hands tremble as you grab his other hand and move it to your inner thigh. His cold fingers brush under your skirt, meeting the heat between your legs. You try to lean forward to kiss him, but his grip on your throat holds you in place. A frustrated sigh slips through your lips. This isn’t what you were used to; he was usually an accommodating lover, and seemingly always happy to yield to your needs. But the Michael you knew before seemed to be a different man than the one on his knees in front of you, the man who was now stroking you through your panties, a cocky smile playing on his lips as he feels how wet you are.

You meet his eyes and grab at the fingers wrapped around your neck, fighting to get some sort of slack. You need him, you need to feel his breath hot in your mouth, on your skin, teeth and tongue leaving his mark on you. There is a hunger growing behind his stare. Watching you struggle was giving him the kind of thrill he hadn’t had for months.

You were hoping for that.

He pulls you closer and for a moment you forget that the man in front of you is dangerous, that his role as “accommodating lover” has always been an act. You move in for a kiss. Instead of yielding to you, he takes a fistful of your hair and wrenches you from your chair onto the floor next to him. You try to roll onto your side, but he shoves you onto your back and straddles you, his knees on either side of your waist. He leans over you to pin your wrists above your head with one hand.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he says dryly.

“What should I be doing?” you try to sound coy, but your heavy breathing betrays you.

“Behaving yourself.” He dips his head until you are nearly nose to nose, looking deep into your eyes. “You’re not going to get what you want by going against what I want.” The bones in your wrists grind together as his grip tightens.

You try to kiss him anyway.

Maybe all that accommodation has turned you into a bit of a brat. Or maybe the tingling in your hands has made you stupid and needy. Your lips brush against his, sparking desire deep in your core. All he had to do was handle you a little rough, pull your hair, and now the only thought left in your brain is how to get him to take you, fuck you, make you–

He straightens up and backhands you with a loud crack.

Your head hits the ground. Your ears ring. A stab of fear, real fear, courses through you as he grabs your collar with both hands and lifts you up to his face.

“You really want to make this harder on yourself?” You shake your head frantically, then wince at the dull throb in your cheekbone where his knuckles made contact. His mouth crashes into yours. His tongue invades your mouth. You open yourself up to him, but when you move to touch his face he lets go of you and shoves you back to the ground.

You grunt in impatience, ball your fists, a sort of humiliating frustration wells up inside you as he moves one of your legs, parting your thighs with little resistance. If you move to touch him, he’ll keep teasing you like this. If you move to push him away, you imagine there will be more than just the swelling on your cheek to show for it. The idea makes you dizzy. Were you always like this? Michael gives you a knowing smile as he slides your panties down your legs. He had realized something about you long before you had– you want this. You have always wanted this. Pain, pleasure, danger, fear, lust.

You drive your foot into his ribs—a kick too hard to be playful, too soft to be fearful— and scramble backwards, but before you can even get your feet under you he has you pinned underneath him. His fingers curl underneath the collar of your shirt and rip it open. He bites your shoulder. Hard. It’s not meant to be sensual; it’s meant to be a punishment. But you can’t help the strangled moan that escapes you when his teeth tear into your skin. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he says with a smile. His breath feels cool on your broken skin.

“Please…” Your brain is in a fog, you don’t even know what you’re supposed to be begging for. Michael’s weight on top of you is making it hard to breathe. The events of the day are catching up to you, the complicated emotions bundling themselves up into borderline hysteria.

“I can help you, if you’ll let me.” His voice is low, cutting through the panic. You nod dumbly, tears welling in your eyes.

He kisses the bite mark he just gave you, kisses a line up your shoulder to your collarbone to your throat. He nips at the soft flesh under your jawline and you flinch, then tilt your head up to allow him better access. He hums in approval, stroking your hair as he finishes his path up to your mouth and holds you there.

You can feel the change in him. He wanted to break you, draw this out, keep you waiting, wanting, begging for more. But watching you go against your instincts, letting him hurt you when he wanted to hurt you, was shattering his resolve.

“Help me, Michael,” you whisper against his mouth. “Please.” He melts into you, deepening the kiss. You feel his hips jerk against you, his clothed cock rutting against your bare thigh.

The tension between you snaps.

You peel his suit jacket off his shoulders as he starts to unbuckle his belt, both of you frantic. Neither of you seem to care about the discipline he had just given you for being so needy.

You loosen his tie, but he stops you before you can unbutton more than the collar of his shirt. He uses the tie to restrain you, hands behind your back. Your stomach lurches– you can’t fight back like this. He lifts your hips, tugs your skirt off your body before pulling back to free his cock from his slacks.

You don’t want to fight this.

There is no pretense between you now, no role that he has to play. One moment he is above you, admiring your trembling body beneath him, the next he is crushing his mouth against yours as he buries his cock inside you, your wet cunt accepting him with little resistance. You let out a strangled moan at the sudden fullness, but he doesn’t stop to help you adjust. He grabs your hips and starts rutting against you. The stab of pain from him fucking you open spreads and dulls into a deep, throbbing pleasure.

His breath is hot against your mouth. His fingers dig into your skin and you try to squirm away, but your hands are bound tight behind you. The soft fabric bites into your wrists as you struggle, until another hard thrust dissolves any thought of resistance. It feels like only a few moments pass before a fire starts to build within you. The mewling noises that escape you are.. new. Michael notices, laughs at you, lifts himself to watch your reaction. Your cheeks are flushed, partially from your building orgasm and partially from embarrassment. Are you panting? Your brain feels broken. He hasn’t even touched your clit, and you’re halfway ready to cum for him. Human anatomy is preventing you from spreading your legs even wider, but you try anyway. Hands grip your throat. He squeezes hard. Eyes meet.

Both of you want this.

You feel dizzy. You inhale once before his grip tightens, your pulse pounding against his fingers. He’s still fucking you. Each thrust forces air out of the meager supply in your lungs. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of him not stopping. You can’t fight, can’t tap out, can’t beg him to stop. You don’t know if you would, if you could. A frenzy seems to take hold of him. Your eyes are locked, but he seems far away. You start to shake, fight against him. Your lungs burn.

His thrusts grow wild and undisciplined, juxtaposed against the words he whispers in your ear as your vision starts to blur. You can barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in your ears, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

“How does it feel to have a killer inside you?”

There is a beat before the grip on your throat loosens, your climax followed by deep, gasping breaths that feel nearly as good. Your walls tighten around him and usher him into his own orgasm. He collapses on top of you, another hard bite to your shoulder as he jerks against you. You feel his cock twitch and he groans into the crook of your neck, coating your insides with cum.

An eternity passes.

The only sounds are your combined heavy breathing. The hard floor fights to keep you awake, but exhaustion eventually wins.

---

You wake to Michael’s arm curled around you. He looks down at you and smiles. The mask stays off, but there is a fondness in his eyes that you did not expect. A soft kiss brushes against your forehead, his fingers tracing the forming bruises on your body that you can’t see. He kisses the hollow of your throat and moves to whisper in your ear.

“You might have to start wearing turtlenecks,” he laughs.

Later, you will look at yourself in the mirror and take inventory of the damage to your sore and broken body. There is a tender spot on your scalp where he pulled your hair, a swelling on your cheek that hasn’t decided if it wants to bruise or not. Fingerprints on your hips, light circles around your wrists. There are two bite marks visible on your shoulder under the torn collar of your favorite shirt. Your neck is covered in a mix of purple and red, deep bruises that make your stomach drop when you look at them. Later, Michael will see these bruises and carry you to bed over and over and over again. Later, you wonder when he’ll finally kill you.

You start wearing turtlenecks.

[inawickedlittletown]

We've Got A Long Way To Go (BuckTommy) - 8/?

Summary: A few months after the break up, Buck picks up a call that changes everything. Tommy has his own regrets, and an unexpected meeting and a change in Buck's life will bring them together. Fix-it fic. Words: 2.1k Read on Ao3 Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six Chapter Seven

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Chapter Eight

“Who did all of this?” Buck asked, eyes landing on the babygate, but also noting all the rest of the babyproofing. 

He’d thought that upon his return to his apartment that he would find whatever Maddie had dropped off earlier waiting for him, but not for things in his apartment to have changed. Considering that he’d been the one that had to babyproof Chimney’s apartment before Jee-Yun’s arrival, he didn’t think either of them had done it. 

He saw Maddie and Chim share a look. So, definitely not them, then. 

“Uncle Tommy did it,” Jee said, peering up at him. “Are you getting a puppy?” 

Buck looked at Maddie and Chim again. 

“No, honey,” Maddie said.

“Aw, man,” Jee-Yun said, pouting. 

Buck couldn’t help but chuckle. She had sort of gotten it into her head that if her parents could bring home a new baby, she could demand they get her a puppy. Or a pony. She’d been a little disappointed at Christmas. Buck didn’t think it was something she was going to let go of for a while. Chimney would probably be convinced eventually, but not until she was older. At one point Buck had even considered getting himself a dog so that Jee could at least have one that way. He was glad he hadn’t gone through with it. 

Buck took a quick glance around and was not surprised by how thorough Tommy had been in childproofing his apartment. Nothing could replicate the feeling of having someone do something so thoughtful for him. He hadn’t asked Tommy for this and Tommy had likely even told Chim not to say anything about his involvement, but still he’d done it. 

Buck pulled out his phone. All he sent was: Thank you.

Tommy didn’t respond. 

“So, you’re bringing him home tomorrow?” Chim asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Who?” Jee asked. 

Buck knelt down to be on her level. “I’m bringing home my son tomorrow,” he said. Saying it outloud made it so much more real and he felt nervous just thinking about it. 

Jee made a face. Buck almost laughed. 

“Your cousin,” Buck added. 

“A baby?” she asked. 

Buck shook his head. Clearly, she was still getting used to the idea of a sibling. Maybe Lucas would help her get over it. 

“Not quite, but he is younger than you. He’ll probably want to play with you.” 

“Oh,” Jee said and then she shrugged her shoulders. “Okay.” 

Buck reached for her, picking her up and holding her close. “You’ll always be my special girl, though, alright.” 

Still holding Jee, he made his way to the table where Maddie had left everything she’d purchased for him. He peered into a few of the bags. There were clothes and bottles and blankets and toys and bath stuff and formula and bibs and all kinds of other things. She’d bought a box of diapers and wipes too. It didn’t even seem like enough, but it was a start, and he really just needed to know if he had to buy the bigger stuff but that required knowing if he’d have any access to Lucas’ stuff out of Connor and Kameron’s house. 

“This looks good,” he said. “Thanks, Maddie.” 

“Least I could do,” she said. “I’m — I do think you can do this, Buck. I just—”

“Worry,” Buck finished for her. “I know. But if I ever run into any trouble, I know you’ll come running to help.” 

“Sure I will,” Maddie said. “Or I’ll send Chim. Do you think there’s anything else you need?” 

Probably so much stuff that if Maddie hadn’t thought of it, Buck certainly wouldn’t. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and couldn’t help but smile. Tommy. 

Nothing to thank me for. If you need anything at all, I’m here for you. For both of you. 

Another text came through a second later.

BTW, your tiramisu is perfect. So is your banana bread. 

Buck rounded on Chimney. “You told him about my baking?” 

Chim shrugged. “This place smells like chocolate chip cookies and I figured he could take something out of the piles of stuff in your fridge. He did come all this way to babyproof your apartment.” 

Buck didn’t even really care too much, except that he knew Chim had probably overshared and told Tommy all about why he’d started baking and why he had kept it up for so many months. It made him look pathetic. He’d never intended for Tommy to know that he’d been moping around and not getting over him, not when he finally had him back in his life. Not when they had both agreed to be friends. 

“Buck?” Maddie asked. 

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and set Jee down. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, remembering the reason he’d come back to his apartment in the first place. 

In his haste to get back to the hospital earlier, he’d forgotten to grab a few things so he could stay overnight with Lucas. Buck could have probably done without, except that when Maddie returned to the hospital she’d insisted that Buck needed to get dinner. She also wanted him to get a look at the stuff she bought and Bobby had offered to stay behind with Lucas. 

He packed a bag quickly and was back downstairs a moment later. 

“Hey, Jee, do you want to go meet your cousin?” 

“Yeah!” 

Buck grabbed a few things from the bags Maddie had brought, including an outfit change for Lucas and the soft baby blue blanket covered in yellow stars that he was sure was probably a lot better than anything from the hospital. 

The next time he returned to his apartment it would be with Lucas. It was as exciting as it was scary. Maddie seemed to catch on to his train of thought. 

“Everything’s going to change,” she said. 

“Yeah. I guess so.” 

“Welcome to dadhood,” Chim said. “Now come on, I still haven’t met my nephew.” 

The nurse at the front desk smiled at Buck when he arrived, but did inform them that visiting hours would be ending soon. 

“I’m staying the night,” he told her. 

“We figured, but everyone else will need to go. Is your boyfriend back at work? He did so good with Lucas earlier.”

Buck didn’t know how to respond. In the end, he didn’t have to when she was called away. So he followed after Maddie and Jee-Yun down the hall to Lucas’ room. Bobby was still inside, apparently reading one of the books to Lucas who seemed happy enough to lay down with his teddy and listen. He lifted his head when they entered, in the end finding Buck who he was at least a little more familiar with. 

“Hi, buddy,” Buck said. 

“He woke up a little bit ago,” Bobby said. “We’ve been doing a bit of reading.”

“Hi,” Lucas managed, but he hid behind his teddy bear. 

Maybe it was too much to throw at Lucas to have so many people there at once. Jee-Yun was too curious to care and she got to the bed and scrambled up onto it, catching Lucas’ attention at once. 

“I’m Jee,” Jee-Yun announced. 

“Jee, this is Lucas,” Buck said. 

“Lucas hurt?” Jee asked, looking up to Buck and then back at Lucas. She actually reached over to touch his cast. 

Lucas let her. He seemed interested enough in Jee-Yun that he pulled his teddy bear away from his face so he could look at her better. 

“He does look just like you, Buck,” Chim said. “It’s uncanny.” 

The kids were interacting and Lucas seemed happy enough to keep his attention on Jee-Yun rather than all the adults. Buck was glad they were getting along so far. 

“He’s very sweet,” Bobby said. “Quiet, but then he’s been through a lot.” 

“That will change once he gets settled,” Chim added. 

“Right,” Buck said. 

At the moment Lucas was showing Jee his teddy bear. This kid’s life had changed so drastically in a little over twenty-four hours and he had no idea, but Buck was going to do his best to take care of him and show him all the love that he deserved. 

When the nurse appeared with a bottle for Lucas, Maddie grabbed Jee and she and Chim left, not before getting Buck to promise to call if he needed anything at all. Bobby hung around a little longer.

Thinking of Bobby as a father figure had happened a bit gradually for Buck. When he first joined the 118, he’d known right away that it was where he belonged and it was all because of Bobby. He’d welcomed Buck in and then done his best to help him hone the skills he’d learned at the academy. His time as a probie had flown by and Buck had definitely made plenty of mistakes. Bobby had even fired him. It was after getting rehired that Buck really started to take everything a bit more seriously. Abby had helped, sure, but there was also Bobby there to give him advice and guide him in the right direction. 

They’d grown to care for each other after they opened up to each other and Buck had started to see him more and more like the father he wished he’d had growing up. They never talked about it. They both knew it was there. 

Buck was sure that when he told his parents about Lucas they would be supportive and want to meet him, that they would welcome him into the family. He also knew that he was always going to be wary of his parents and that try as they might there was no erasing how they had treated him growing up. Buck wasn’t going to keep Lucas from them especially because he already knew they were good grandparents to Jee-Yun. It was just that there was someone more deserving of the title. 

“Hey, Bobby,” Buck said. 

“Yeah?” 

“How do you feel about becoming a grandpa?” 

Bobby inhaled. “Oh,” he said. 

“If — if you want,” Buck added quickly. “Only if you want.” 

“It’d be an honor,” Bobby said, smiling wide and looking more than a little emotional. 

“Good. We need all the family that we can get,” Buck said. 

Lucas was already starting to nod off by the last few sips of his bottle and then he pushed it away, so Buck set it down and got him settled into the bed. He was asleep within moments. He’d been told several times already that Lucas wouldn’t remain as easy as he’d been over the last day for long, but that didn’t mean he didn’t hope for that just a little bit. He wished, suddenly, that he’d actually spent more time with him and especially with his parents. At one point he and Connor had been pretty close, but just like with any friendship they’d grown apart and now he was gone. 

“How’s everything at the apartment?” Bobby asked. “Do you have everything you need?” 

“Yeah. I do. Tommy baby proofed it for me. Maddie went and got a few things. I think I’ll be alright. Hen and Karen got the car seat and they’re bringing it by tomorrow.” 

“But you’ll let me know if you need anything,” Bobby said, eyebrow raised. 

Buck nodded. Bobby left at the end of visiting hours, pulling Buck into a hug before he went. 

“I really am proud of you, Buck.” 

When Buck settled back into the chair by the bed, he just took a few minutes to watch Lucas. He’d moved a little, curled into himself, but he looked peacefully asleep. Buck pulled his phone out after a moment. Found another text from Tommy. 

How’s everything going? How’s Lucas?

Buck didn’t text back. He called him. 

Tommy picked up after two rings. 

“Evan? Is everything alright?” 

“Everything’s fine,” Buck said. “I’m at the hospital staying the night with Lucas. He just fell asleep. I just wanted to thank you. You really didn’t have to baby proof my entire apartment.” 

“I didn’t want you to worry about it,” Tommy said. “I knew you would. I only bought one gate for the stairs, but I was thinking you’re going to need another one for the top.”

“Yeah, probably,” Buck said with a chuckle. “I can’t thank you enough, Tommy. How am I supposed to do this, Tommy?” 

“What?” 

“Be a dad. Raise a kid? Most people get nine months to prepare. I’m getting none. None months to prepare.” 

Tommy laughed. Oh, how Buck had missed that laugh. He let himself appreciate it, to bask in it and try to keep it in his memory. 

“Nine months isn’t accurate either, but that doesn’t mean anyone is ever really prepared. You just gotta love him, Evan, and I know you already do.” 

“I do,” Buck admitted. “I really do.” 

“So, there you go. I don’t know anyone that could do as well as you’re doing with this. You’re going to be such a good dad, Evan. I know it.” 

It shouldn’t have hit him so hard to hear those words and the conviction that Tommy used behind them too. 

[mil-liminal]

fanart (Mil-Liminal)

a little life except that didnt make it into the comics, Caro sometimes finds being a world famous podcaster has its perks, one of them being fanart.

Caro eyed a shoebox on the shelf curiously, covered in stickers, anti facism and punk rock bands. they pulled it down and settle it in their lap, lifting off the top to discover cassette tapes. oh wait, john did say Maddie recorded their show for him onto cassettes. There were at least 40 all lined up in the order of episodes. Caro pulled one out, the white paper inside the case was colored in with bright colors and shapes, elaborate images of ghosts and snakes and monsters. They pulled out another. A cartoon portrait of the little blond, violet eyes wide at the barrage of brightly colored spirits hovering behind them. 'is this me?' they asked outloud. John turned. 'Oh….' embarrassed, red all the way to his ears. they kinda loved when he flushed like that. 'Uh yeah…' 'Wow the art is so…?' they murmured pulling out another, this one done in pinks and blues with metallics. 'Ive never seen anything like these before?' they saw a lot of fanart, but this was different somehow. It felt more personal. Like the person who made them really thought about it, like it wasnt just fanart but something really important. 'I…um….' Johns face was tomato red now..' um…I mean, you know I dont have social media..' he said, embarrassed and rubbing the back of his neck. 'Wait.' Caro looked up, he was so flustered now, shuffling his feet, ears on fire. 'These are YOURS? You did these?' 'Sure.' He said, 'I would draw on them while listening, you know. It just felt kinda sad to leave them blank. Maddie showed me some of the fanart online, and the box set of the first season. I can't do the same kind of art but…i didn't want to leave them blank so I made my own I guess. I'm sorry…you must think I'm so fucking weird.'

Caro looked back down at the tape in their hand, running a finger across it, it made them feel soft inside, warm, like there was a radiator in their chest.

'i dont think youre weird...' they murmured.

[skellyflowers]

Royal Ball 3

Masterlist

Vessel x reader

Sleep will be referred to as “Queen Jeinnv” 

Vessel will be referred to as “Prince Adrian”

II will be referred to as “Prince Roddric”

III will be referred to as “Dilan, Duke of Elderstock”

IV will be referred to as “ Edgard, Duke of Haverlem”

I don't know the name of the man I'm dancing with, he's a lord something or other. We don't really get a chance to talk due to the line dance we are doing. He was pleasant enough for me to agree to  continue dancing a waltz with him. 

I did learn that he is the heir to a textile mill. So I may not know his name but I do know his line of work. We reach the part of the dance where we switch partners  and come face to face with the Duke of Elderstock!

Duke Dlian is even taller up close. He is dressed rather flamboyantly compared to the other guests.  He is in a red suit with matching red leather gloves. His black hair is fashioned in a bun on the top of his head. His mask is intricate if not a little unsettling but I wouldn’t dare say something like that outloud.

“Well who do we have here?” He says “You're one of the little Baronessess.” 

“Yes, you spoke to my brothers.” I say.

“Oh yes. Nice guys, it will be good to have new young blood around here. Better than the same old boys day in and day out.”

“Are they so bad?” I ask.

“Not bad, but Gods above do they get boring! Only so many rules and regulations a man can take.”

He twirled me around and I considered his words. I also caught a glimpse of my mother. She looks like the cat that got the cream. I wondered how long she would gloat about this. I don’t have time to ponder the topic because the Duke begins to speak again.

“How are you enjoying your first royal ball Baroness?” He asks.

“Yes my Duke. It is very lovely.”

“Go to know someone is enjoying themselves.”

“You’ve heard complaints?”

“If it was up to him this ball wouldn’t be happening right now.”

“The Prince didn’t want to go to his own party?” I am confused by the admission.

“His Royal Highness is very anti party.” he laughs. “He has his own idea of fun.”

“What would he prefer?”

“Sitting alone in the dark reading poetry.” he laughed even louder. I couldn't help but join him, the Duke was easy to talk to.

“Don’t let that scare you Little Baroness, he’s not that scary. More of a sad tortured artist.”

“I guess you would know better than me.” I say, still laughing.

“And you would be right. I think that the only people who have known the Prince longer than me are the Queen and his brother.”

We complete one last turn and then the song ends. I give Duke Dilan one last curtsy and he gives me a bow. He bids me goodnight and walks up to my sister Quinn! I guess I wouldn’t be telling her about the Duke.

I look for Maddie instead. It takes me a moment but I do find her. She is still with Lady Lucy Gray. I start to walk over to them but then two men approach them. I turn away not wanting to interrupt them. I start to feel out of place again, with strangers on all sides. I would have gone back to my parents but I don’t want my mother to force me to introduce myself to whoever she is talking to.

So instead I begin to weigh my options for my next move. I am so in my own head I didn’t notice that someone is walking up to where I am standing. I only truly give the person who walked up my attention when they speak.

[orleans-jester]

Maddy giggled and nodded the moment that Wulf seemed to figure it out. It had been Bastien’s idea to name their little girl after his Best Man, but Maddy also liked the idea. Frankie just seemed to fit their little girl somehow. She had spunk, she had fire, and she had these big intense eyes, almost like Frank did.

She hummed for a second, thinking about different things that she had learned about the dead. In different cultures, there were different traditions. “Is there a way to send gifts to the netherworld, I wonder,” She said outloud. “Because I would so send you and Agnes a lot of merchandise.”

In some places, paper representations of the gifts were burned so that someone could have it on the other side. In others, all it took was offering it to an altar, or an image, and the dead would be able to use it. Heaven help her if such things were really possible. She was already generous with her money to the living. The Merry Men would become absolutely spoiled on the other side if she had anything to say about it.

There were greetings, and there were hugs. She squeezed them all tightly - Arthur, Little John - even some of those that she had only met during her big rescue, even if they had just been the driver of the van or sitting in the back. It had meant a lot that they had gone through all of that. It’s almost as if they had attended her rebirth that night.

Arthur did especially get a good squeeze though. Like Wulf, she had a very special place for him in her heart. One of the few people in this world that she could trust, even after everything that had been done to push her away from everyone else, to turn her paranoid. “You’re looking good,” She complimented him in the hug. It might just be his ghost, an image of his soul rather than how he had been at the moment of death but regardless. He shone as Arthur.

Don’t cry Maddy, don’t goddamn cry.

“You all owe me a dance,” She said, poking Wulf and Arthur in the shoulders. “Just because I said so, okay? So don’t go sneaking off until I get one.”

But of course, first, she had to join her husband and her little girl for a dance, now that the three of them were together. That was always going to be her go-to, her first move.

“Yeah, you’ve got as much culture as Spongebob-shaped Mac and Cheese,” Figaro said with a grin, always ready to roast their friends, whether they were flesh or ghost.

Clopin was showing off that tattoo of the deceased man with his Beef costume regardless. In those small red shorts, everything was going to be evident. Not a single bit of shame either - despite losing a leg, he was out there just as confident as the sexy ladies who had been on the stage, dancing with Val. Hell, he even knew the steps, watching Piper practice.

I’m Still Standing - what a triumphant song for the current night, the song even making Maddy nudge Arthur slightly with a grin, because there he was, still standing.

Oh, Clopin liked when TSG came over and said that. Made him feel proud. This was one of the few people whose opinion Clopin genuinely cared about. That was a big thing right there. “I know you never doubted it for a moment, that’s why you gave me this great bestowment.”

And that bestowment was that goddamn rockstar up there, shredding on the guitar, playing his larger-than-life heart out on the stage. Even with all of Clopin’s fighting, this jester knew that he wouldn’t have gotten nearly as far in this life with Kuzco if TSG hadn’t believed in him, at least a little bit. The greatest gift of all - because Kuzco had given him the second greatest gift, their Pied Piper.

Her taste in men was far from a gift, but eh, guess no one is 100% perfect.

Figaro had been enjoying watching Lance do his thing, intrigued by this guy with the sparkly glasses, rocking out to Kuzco when they felt a little tug. They looked around, and then back to the stage, and then had to do a second look downward. If it weren’t for the dolls wanting constant attention, they might not even have thought to look down. Wasn’t as if they were anticipating a child.

Though Figaro did have a fun time in telling people that various animals were calling them a bitch, a twit, all sorts of other names, it really wasn’t that simple. Despite being able to hear what animals were saying, it took a longer time to understand. It was a bit like Frank’s power. Not all humans thought in words, usually in ideas and pictures. Animals didn’t think in words either, but in much the same - ideas. It was more like trying to read hieroglyphics where each symbol meant something, but didn’t spell out something.

But they got the general idea of what this kid was asking, eyebrows raised slightly suspiciously but also impressed by that bird call.

“Alright Pun-Pun, show me how you boogie down,” They said, referencing a manga in which all of the characters are seemingly human except for Pun-Pun in his family, who are represented as birds though its never mentioned as such.

"Well hello Frankie. Frankie." He repeated giving Maddy a knowing look making the connection to Frank. "Of course you're Frankie." He gave her a little nod of understanding. But, what made him really beam was Uncle Wulf.

He liked that a lot. He had to wear it a moment to really get a feel for it but he liked it. It made him feel suddenly far more important than he did only moments ago. "Uncle Wulf. That's right! I'm your Uncle Wulf." It felt right the more he thought about it especially after that fist bump. That secured it for life... death? Afterlife? For all time.

"I'm going to need a hat or mug or something. Cheesy tee. Does that make Agnes and Auntie? Auntie Agnes?" That got him laughing. "I want a Feral Aunt tee for Agnes. We'll match in cheese."

Everyone was there giving Maddy her greetings. Arthur included though he had to admit he was waiting to get a glimpse of Delta and Frank who had been absent from their own party since he'd gotten there busy with Silas unknown to him. Arthur's last little girlfriend was absent from the other side returners. She wasn't a girl who had reason to come traipsing through Delta Castle if she had a night back on earth either. But, Arthur would never forget it was Maddy who gave them the chance at a home life at the end. Those were the thoughts that kept a smile on his face as he gave Maddy his greetings. She made a difference in his life. She helped him accomplish a normalcy no one else had. He'd never forget that. That's who he saw when he saw Maddy.

Lance would sing-song back, "You let me pretend I'm cultured."

Then Lance would imearse himself in the culture that was The Theme Song Guy Band.

Theme Song Guy would never forget injecting Clopin with truth serum. That was the start of it all for them. It wasn't over yet!

Clopin's prosthetic leg went up for TSG to see the ode to and this only caused the music man to launch into a new groove. He waggled his brows at his old mentee. There was a lot of literal and subliminal in those lyrics meant for everyone here. If Lance wanted to learn from a great it was a moment like this as he could auto launch from Clopin's prompt to "I'm Still Standing" like a boss without hitch in timing.

You could never know what it's like Your blood like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

And did you think this fool could never win? Well look at me, I'm a-coming back again I got a taste of love in a simple way And if you need to know while I'm still standing You just fade away

Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did? Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid And I'm still standing after all this time

When the song was jiving in the middle TSG came over to Clopin and said, "We won playing the long game, didn't we?" Then winked. Then off he went dancing to watch Kuzco jam on his guitar because that's what fathers do. They let their kids know they're proud of whatever they've done now, a new solo, Lance, the kid he discovered, the off-the-grid jester man with all the puppets and magic tricks, whatever it is, TSG was on board just because Kuzco was interested. He might not have been his biological father, but that's who Kuzco had and even from the grave he was upholding that honor. He'd spent too long of a lifetime in the role of his groove protector not to now.

Then in the middle of the chaos Figaro got a tug on their arm. They might have to look downward to see who it was, at least in the form he came to them in.

He lifted his hand. "Care to dance?" Everyone else would hear the caw of a bird right out of his human mouth. It might not even really translate precisely as that's not exactly how animal language works, but that's what he was asking and with them he chose to use his native tongue despite his form. His duty was to watch over Feral and he'd been watching them.

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 1

WARNINGS: none

It's the start of your fifth year attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You enter through the magnificent doors to the Great Hall and are greeted by a rush of nostalgia: the smell of the floating candles' melting wax, the beautiful image of the clear night sky instead of a ceiling, and the sound of the other students chatting in excitement. You go to join your fellow Slytherins at their assigned table on the far left side of the room.

You are met with the traditional hugs and "how was your summer's." Just as you find a seat next to your friend, Maddy Dewmond, the crowd of fresh first years enter the room following nervously behind Profesor McGonagall. You chuckle to yourself, remembering how anxious you had been as a first year. The room grows quiet as the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, comes to the stand and begins his annual welcoming speech.

You listen halfheartedly to the headmaster. You've heard this speech four times already, so you busy yourself by fidgetting with the utensils on the table in front of you. Your gaze wanders gradually, and you find yourself meeting the eyes of a Gryffindor at the other side of the room.

Even while he is sitting, you can tell that he is tall, and his hair is a lovely rusty-orange color that reminds you of leaves during the fall. You recognize him as one of the Weasley twins... George maybe? The distance makes it hard to tell exactly.

He flashes a handsome smile and you can't help but return the gesture, though you're also suddenly flustered. You force yourself to go back to playing with the fork, but you discreetly watch through your bangs as he leans to the left to gently nudge his twin's shoulder. Soon, after Fred follows his brother's gaze, both twins are staring at you from across the room.

Now you are twice as much flustered. You can't ignore the pair, so you wave awkwardly in their direction. The twins waggle their fingers goofily in unison back at you in response, causing a grin to spread uncontrollably across your face. Excited butterflies come alive inside your stomach as you fight the urge to giggle outloud.

Your attention is caught by the sudden absence of Dumbledore's voice. Was the speech over already? By the way the students around you are whispering anxiously to each other, you think not. You must have missed something.

A woman with a toad-like face dressed entirely in pink, who you assume is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, gets up from the professors' table to join the headmaster at the stand. She introduces herself as Profesor Umbridge. Not far down the table from you, Draco Malfoy talks in a hushed voice to his cronies.

"...father told me about her," you hear him say. "Do this school lots of good, she will. I'd bet the last of my galleons that she'll be able to have Dumbledore fired by the end of the year. Y'know, with all of his bustle about You-Know-Who." Malfoy spots you watching him. You quickly turn away, but it's too late.

"Good to see you, y/n. How was your summer?" Malfoy asks. You can hear the mockery in his voice, but you refuse to let him get a rise out of you. Everyone between you and him is watching you, waiting for your reply.

"Fine, thanks," you say reluctantly. You, once again, return to the fork.

"Aw, come on," Malfoy pouts. "Won't you ask me how my summer was?"

You set the fork down, straighten your posture, and smile while trying to ignore the many eyes on you. "I won't."

Malfoy and his buddies respond with quieted, but obnoxious "ooooooo's" and vicious snickers.

"I think she likes me," Malfoy chortles as you turn away and let your hair curtain your face to hide the heat rising in your cheeks.

Maddy rolls her eyes. "Don't pay any attention to them, y/n," she whispers. "They tease you only because they can't have you." You nod, though you find her statement hard to believe.

You glance up for a brief moment and notice Fred and George are huddled close. George whispers, pointing directly at you. Then Fred speaks and nods towards Malfoy. The frustration Malfoy had caused you changes to curiosity as Fred pulls out his wand. Underneath the table, he points it at Malfoy and a mutters something.

"Ah!" Malfoy hisses as he jerks forward, tipping over a glass of pumpkin juice. It is as if someone had pushed him from behind. He turns around, furiously searching for his offender.

You look back to the twins who, at first glance, appear to be innocent. Fred's wand is no where to be seen and both him and George are looking at Dumbledore. (Professor Umbridge has since returned to her seat.) George even fakes a yawn. You struggle to hold in a laugh, and it almost breaks free when Malfoy ends up blaming Crab and cuffs him on the back of the head, gesturing angrily to the pumpkin juice spill in his lap.

"What's so funny?" Maddy asks.

"I'll tell you later," you chuckle. You make eye contact with Fred, who winks at you. You grin and mouth, "Thanks."

"Anytime," he mouths back.

[lowkeyerror]

Her First & Her Future pt 3

Maddy Perez x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst, intervention, gun violence

Summary: Things get complicated when Maddy finds out the what she thought was a love triangle was more of a square. Since the cats out of the bag, Nate has no reason to hide his demon anymore. Luckily Y/n isn't afraid of Nate's demon.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4

Masterlist

Y/n woke up in a good mood for the first time in a long time. Maddy on her mind, but no turmoil in her thoughts. Things were clear. She was finally in control.

Y/n filled Lexi in on what happened over text. The girl was happy for Y/n, though she advised her to be careful.

Y/n took her words to heart. She was already slightly weary of Maddy. Not of her intentions, but of her actions. Maddy was a reactive person and that was something Y/n had to look out for.

Lexi used Maddy as a segue to ask Y/n to come back to the Howard household tonight for Rue's intervention. Y/n didn't know Rue too well, but Lexi was asking because she needed support. Y/n agreed to go, not knowing the mess that would unfold at the intervention.

When Y/n arrived, Maddy and Kat were also there. As someone who had recovered from slight addiction Y/n didn't like the way this was set up. It felt like an ambush and she was sure Rue would think the same.

The group waited for Rue to come down the stairs. Y/n stood in the back with Lexi. There was the classic denial from Rue.

When Cassie spoke, Y/n wanted to roll her eyes. It was such a generic statement about one day at a time. It wasn't original everyone had heard it before.

Rue must've thought the same thing. Even in her clearly intoxicated state she set her eyes on Cassie. They narrowed in on the girl and in an innocent tone Rue spoke," Hey Cass?"

" Yeah?"

" I have a quick question for you," her tone was definitely a trigger in Y/n's head.

" What?"

The words slowly exit Rue's mouth," How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?"

The air feels like it has been sucked out of the room. Cassie's nervous laughter is the only thing filling the room.

" Wh-what, what, what are you talking about?"

Lexi's hand slaps over her mouth. Maddy looks back at Kat. In case no one heard her the first time Rue says it again.

" How long have you been fucking Nate?"

Everyone is quick to see through Cassie's crocodile tears.

" I’m not," she laughs again," What? I’m not."

Maddy's attitude did not surprise Y/n at all. The girl can sense the feeling of betrayal in the Latina's body language.

" What are you talking about?"

Rue takes the opportunity to deflect even more attention," Oh, I just-I, I saw her get his truck, and then, kiss him and drive off. That was, like, what, like, uh… like a month ago?"

Cassie tries to come up with a lie. It fails. Things start to make sense in Y/n's head. The way that Cassie was acting, yesterday. It was so obvious now that Rue said it outloud.

" Are you kidding me?" Maddy faces her best friend in disbelief.

" Cass that's like really bad."

Y/n keeps her eyes on Maddy, not knowing how the girl would react to this. For at least a month her best friend had been fucking her ex-boyfriend.

Maddy raises her voice," You’re fucking Nate? Are you kidding me?"

Cassie finally tries to defend herself," No, I… I don’t even know why she would say that."

It wasn't believable. The panic on her face and the tremble in her voice gave it all away. She was lying.

" You’re lying!"

" Can we just table this conversation?" Suze interjects.

Maddy claps back immediately," No."

Kat is already trying to calm Maddy down," Okay, let's go."

Y/n on the other hand is still waiting to see how far Maddy is going to go. She was going to stick by the girl, regardless of her actions. Cassie was Maddy's best friend, probably the first person she could actually trust. Even more than Y/n. This wasn't something that anyone would have predicted.

" No, no. You expect me to stand here next to my best friend who’s been lying to me about fucking my ex-boyfriend! I’m literally gonna get violent."

" Maddy-" Y/n finally speaks, but Suze cuts her off.

" No, there is no need to get violent, okay, because we are having an intervention!"

It escalates quickly as tears fall from Cassie's face. Maddy gets mad seeing the blonde girl cry," Oh, you’re crying?!"

Kat is on her heels.

" Y/n-"

" Give her a minute, Lex."

Maddy yells in the girl's face," You’re the one who’s hurt? You’re the most self-centered, idiotic person I have ever fucking met! You fuck my ex, and you’re fucking crying?!"

Y/n can see the anger bubbling in Maddy as the adults keep trying to mitigate the situation. Maddy's hands clasp together as if she is calling on the lord himself.

Cassie throws one last shot in the dark to shift the blame off of herself," I don’t even know why you’re believing her. She’s a drug addict."

At this point the act is over Maddy isn't buying it," How long have you been fucking him? Be honest."

" I told you these ambush style interventions aren't the best," Y/n says to Lexi watching the situation escalate further and further.

" Rue? When was this?"

Rue responds slowly," Right after New Year’s."

Once Maddy hears this there's another shift in her demeanor. Y/n stands, knowing that it's just about time for her to get involved. The way that Maddy cocks her hand back as she points at Cassie says more than the words.

" You dumb fucking bitch! I’m gonna fuck you–Don’t fuckin’ run away from me, you stupid fucking bitch!"

Cassie tries to run up stairs and Maddy is right there with her. This is when Y/n finally gets involved. She follows the pair quickly trying to grab Maddy.

" Maddy! Maddy, no."

Cassie locks herself in the bathroom. Maddy doesn't care; she keeps banging on the door. Y/n could see the girl's heart breaking in real time.

" Open the door and tell me it was worth it, you owe me that. Open the fucking door Cassie! What kind of fucking friend are you? What the fuck? "

Once Y/n hears Maddy's voice cracking she laid a hand on the girl's shoulder. " Maddy, please."

" This isn't about Nate. This is about you and me. And our friendship and if you wanna throw it away then fine. Cause I don't wanna be fucking friends with you."

She stopped talking to Cassie and started speaking more to herself," He put me through hell then he took my fucking best friend... like what the fuck? When is it going to end?"

She tries the door again, but Y/n stops her. Maddy glares at the Jacobs girl and Y/n throws her hand up in surrender. Maddy's eyes soften for a moment.

" You're a fucking coward. I would've never done this to you," she storms away from the door.

Kat goes to chase her but Y/n stops the girl," I have her."

Maddy goes right out of the Howard household. Y/n stops the girl by wrapping her arms around the girl. Maddy fights the hold.

" Get off of me."

" Maddy, it's just me."

Maddy seems to crumple in the girl's arms. She sobs into Y/n's chest," I fucking hate her."

Y/n doesn't have anything to say. All she can do is hold the girl," I'm sorry they did that to you."

Maddy wipes at her eyes," This is some fucked up type of karma isn't it? I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like this."

" I mean you did, but at least you feel bad about it."

She laughs through the tears," I can't with you. "

Y/n shrugs," What? It's true, she was too busy playing victim to feel bad for anyone, but herself. "

" You're right."

" She's not worth the tears. She wouldn't shed them for you, Maddy."

Maddy takes a deep breath and shakes her head a little," Fuck them."

Y/n kisses the Latina's forehead," Fuck them."

Maddy looks into Y/n's eyes. The want, present in her gaze. Y/n smiles lightly," You want something, Maddy."

Thr girl licks her lips, the taste of her tears coating her tongue. She nods slightly. Y/n doesn't make her wait any longer, placing a true kiss on the girl's lips.

Maddy holds Y/n's jaw in place as their lips move together. She doesn't want the Jacobs girl to pull away. Y/n's hand rests on Maddy's lower back, pulling her close.

Y/n missed the way Maddy tasted. The feeling of Maddy's lipgloss against her lips was her favorite . The slight stick it added was enough to drive the girl crazy.

" Damn I missed you," Maddy says, hands still on Y/n's face.

" Then don't lose me again."

Maddy places a gentle kiss on Y/n's lips," I won't."

Y/n finds that times move fluid when she's with Maddy. They never announce that they're a couple, but when it's Y/n instead of Nate walking down the hall with Maddy the school begins to talk. Especially since when they do see Nate walking down the hall Cassie is by his side, in what could only be described as a poor cosplay of Maddy.

For Y/n and Maddy it's a big joke. Seeing Cassie try her best to be something she's not. The lack of self really shines through as she becomes Nate's new barbie. However their relationship doesn't concern the pair. Even at home Y/n makes a point to not address the Cassie situation.

Things at home are relaxed for Y/n for a small period of time. The family seemingly gets along better without Cal in the picture. Even though things were tense with Nate, Y/n made an effort to be civil around their mother.

Nothing was perfect but things were alright.

With the way things were going in their relationship, it wasn't uncommon for Y/n to pick Maddy up from her babysitting gig.

When they got to Maddy's house, Y/n did not plan on getting out of the car. That was until she saw her brother's car parked further down Maddy's street.

As her girl began exiting the car, y/n stopped her. " Are you expecting Nate?"

" No?" Maddy's confused tone said more than enough for Y/n.

" Something is up," Y/n reached into her glove box and pulled out one of her father's guns.

" What the fuck, Y/n?" Maddy panicked at the sight of the weapon.

Y/n tucked the piece in her waistband," Do you trust me?"

Maddy's eyes shifted to the weapon and then Y/n's," I trust you."

Y/n got out of the car and Maddy followed her lead.

" His car is parked here, a ways down so you don't see it immediately. I think he's in your house and I don't know what he wants, but I just have a feeling," Y/n explained as they walked towards Maddy's front door.

" What if it's nothing?"

Y/n shook her head," It's never nothing with him."

She was right. Maddy insisted on going into her room alone. She wanted Y/n to wait outside and if she heard anything, to come in immediately.

Y/n's nerves were through the roof. It was quiet, their voices were muffled. She could hardly hear anything from outside of the room. Seconds seemed like hours waiting for something, anything.

Then she heard it. The sound was unmistakable. She was entering the room with her own weapon drawn without a second thought.

Y/n placed the cool metal on the back of Nate's neck. His hands raise slowly and his weapon drops to the floor. Y/n grabs a handful of his jacket and slams him against Maddy's bedroom wall.

" You need help Nate," Y/n keeps the gun at his head.

" You don't understand Y/n."

Y/n almost laughs," What is there to understand? You pulled a fucking gun on her Nate. There's no reason."

He looks at Maddy, but Y/n steps back into his field of view.

" She has a tape of dad and Jules."

Y/n furrows her eyebrows," What do you mean she has a tape of dad and Jules?"

Y/n presses the gun further into his skull.

" They slept together."

Y/n feels sick. Her whole body rejects the thoughts.

" I was going to turn it in anonymously," Maddy whispers.

Y/n ignores the girl for the time being," Why do you want it, Nate?"

The boy clenches his jaw," If anyone is putting him away, it's me. I want him to know it's me. He deserves it and I deserve to do it Y/n."

Y/n stares into her brother's eyes. For a moment they're young again. He's not a monster, but a victim. Maybe for this one instance he deserves justice.

" I can't keep saving you from your actions, Nate," Y/n turns her attention to Maddy," Give him the tape."

Maddy gets the recording and passes it to Y/n. The girl then hands it to her brother. She removes the gun from his head.

" Now go and leave Maddy the fuck alone."

Nate leaves without a word with the disc in his hand. When Y/n hears the front door close she drops the gun.

" Jesus fucking christ," she closes her eyes overwhelmed by the entire situation.

She looks over at Maddy and instantly crosses the room to wrap her arms around the girl. She holds Maddy tighter than she's ever held her before. The thought of what could've happened if she wasn't with Maddy invading her mind.

" If you didn't-"

" But I did and I always will. As long as I've got breath in my lungs, I'm going to protect you."

" Stay with me tonight?"

Y/n takes that at a sign to lie down in Maddy's bed. The dark haired girl is quick to cuddle into Y/n.

" Always"

[impyssadobsessions]

Random Fic IDea: Danny does something stupid and another character says "I wish I knew what you were thinking-" while scolding him. Could be Maddie who been clueless to why Danny been breaking curfew and then after ghost attack got caught in a very... incriminating situation that makes it look a lot worse than it was. Or Sam/Jazz from Danny doing something suicidal. slip the word.. though that seems less likely because they know how bad wish word is. Sam does from experience. Mr. Lancer catching Danny in a similar way as to Maddie, or maybe wording it different because he doesn't get why such a bright student is wasting potential. Or Wes or an A-lister for little less angst and more fun. EITHER WAY Desiree makes it to where Danny's thoughts are either broadcast outloud or linked to the others mind. Making Danny panic. -- For a funny story, Sam says the words but to Tuck as a sarcastic joke.. but then immediately regrets it. Danny has to keep Sam from killing Tuck before they can get Desiree to undo it. am i procrastinating.. yes am I dying because im allergic to wood smoke.. also yes.. do these things relate? ....maybe.

[ritualove]

Lorelei's blush had to have darkened by at least fifteen shades to Carter's reaction to her and Elizabeth. "I'd hardly call myself casanova for being able to get with her, but..." she paused, thinking about her words, before continuing with a particularly goofy grin, "She is pretty hot, I gotta admit." She felt bashful saying that outloud, she doesn't really talk about other people that way, but Carter had a way of making it feel easier, especially since he was the one who initiated the conversation. Talking about Elizabeth at all, let alone in such a fashion, felt strange, in a nice way. It made it feel real between them. If Lorelei had known more about his situation with Maddie, she would have been more courterous, but she wasn't one to pry. "I guess we're dating, but we haven't really been on a date date. We've hung out?" She said awkwardly. She knew that she was really into Elizabeth, and she certainly hoped Elizabeth felt the same way, "I suppose I'm courting her." Lorelei had a grin on her face as she spoke with a silly tone, wiggling her eyebrows. "We met at work, my work. She's got this massive house too, grand piano and everything. It's pretty cool."

"Mhm, sounds like an excuse to me but I'm an actor so I suppose I can respect the value of the process." Carter raised an eyebrow the more she spoke, clearly eager to learn more. It was easier than focusing on the fact that he was still talking about Maddie like they were together. The divorce had been brutal but not nasty. Carter could never find it in himself to even be angry with Maddie. If anything he was most angry with himself. He knew it was his failure, it always was. But for now he was living in delusion, as if his house wasn't empty, as if Maddie wasn't living with her parents now. But this wasn't about him, for once, so he drank down more of his drink and went back to his cigar "Oh? Elizabeth?" Carter wiggled his eyebrows, getting a kick out of how red Lorelei's face was becoming. "Wait, Elizabeth...the girl who delivers the mail? Is that her? Okay Lorelei, I see you, you Casanova you." Carter would usually be bitter and not afraid to show it but he didn't know what had happened where he cared about not hurting Lorelei's feelings. It made him feel a nauseous but it didn't make it any less true. The idea of making her feel bad about this also made him nauseous so clearly he had a lot of unpacking to do. He wouldn't though. "And so you've been what..dating? Courting? Writing love letters or sky messages?"

[this-is-moony-lovegood]

WIP Wednesday

Here’s a snippet from my Bones AU! I’ve got about 4.5k written so far. And there’s so much more to come!

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The first thing that Buck notices when he wakes up is that it’s pitch black. He immediately starts fumbling around, reaching for something, anything to be familiar in the black void. He feels sluggish as he tries to move, each raise of his arms heavier each time. Finally, after what feels like minutes he grasps onto something small and tugs, and is nearly blinded by the lights in front of him. “Oh, god.” He winces, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes.

When he manages to adjust to the new light, he realizes that it’s coming from the dashboard of a car. His car. Well, his rental car. His prized jeep was in the shop getting all sorts of work done on it. That car had definitely seen better days. This car though, this shiny new black sedan with gorgeous sliver-gray leather interior was growing on him, just not enough to make him give up on the jeep. Maddie had given him that car when he turned sixteen and told him to get the hell out of Hershey and not look back. The jeep was his ticket to freedom. He was never willingly going to give that up.

When he had turned the key in the ignition, the radio roared to life too, picking up on his go-to pop station.The sound wasn’t clear though, letting a rough layer of static disturb the bridge of Taylor Swifts latest chart topper. Not wanting to aggravate his brewing headache further, he quickly shut it off, falling into silence again.

“What happened?” He thinks outloud, taking in his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was handing up the phone with Eddie after discussing their dinner plans. Chris was begging for Pizza, and Buck was fully planning on obliging with that request for his best friend. However, he insisted that the three of them make home made pizzas rather than pick up a greasy one from down the block. “We can trick Chris into eating the healthier option, Eds. He’ll never know the difference. Plus, he’ll have more fun making it himself.” Buck was sure that he heard Chris whispering, “Please, dad,” which had to be accompanied by the pattened Christopher Diaz puppy dog eyes, before Eddie sighed heavily and agreed. So, Buck had hung up the phone shortly after, and had made it to his car with the intention on stopping by the small grocery store on the way to Eddie and Chris’s apartment.

He doesn’t remember getting into his car though, or taking off. His work satchel is sprawled across the seat next to him, it’s contents spilling out not so gracefully into the passenger seat and the floorboard. So, he had gotten inside the car at some point. But, when he tries to look out the window, that darkness the had woken up to earlier stared back at him. It was never this dark in the parking deck a the Jeffersonian, so he must have wound up somewhere else. How did he get here?

Eager to find out where the hell this place is, Buck reaches for the door handle and pushes, attempting to open it. Attempt being the key word there, because it doesn’t move an inch. “Oh, come on.” He grunts, trying again and again without success. Abandoning hope for the door, Buck grabs at the buttons next to him, finding the driver’s side window. But, the moment it starts to roll down, the car starts flooding with dust, and dirt, and… are those rocks? “Fuck!” He swears and swats at the buttons again, rolling the window back up as high as he can get it to stop anymore dirt from coming though.

No lights + being surrounded by dirt + no memory of how he got there + the burning on his neck right above his pule point + his luck with cases could only mean one thing. All Buck wanted was a peaceful evening with his best friend and his best friend’s kid. But, no, he had to go get himself into trouble again. Oh, shit, Eddie is so going to kill him for this.

His realization is quickly interrupted by a groan from the backseat, nearly making Buck jump out of his skin. He scrambles for the ceiling light, and grimaces when he finds the noise in the backseat form a barely conscious, Chimney Han. What the fuck was Chimney doing with him? He was still in the lab with Maddie and Hen when Buck left. Great, now not only is Eddie going to kill him, but Maddie, too.

“Chimney! Chim! Are you alright?” Buck asks frantically, wedging his broad body into the backseat with the same about of ease as a newborn giraffe. He’s careful though as he takes the seat diagonally from his, manuvering around Chimney’s stretched out legs. “Can you talk?”

All Buck gets in response is another muffled groan when he flicks on the lights in the backseat as well, giving him a better assessment of the scene. His gaze rakes across his friend (and future brother-in-law if Buck has anything to say about it) to take in his injuries. His face, while absent of blood, is covered something black, probably soot if he had to take a guess from the smell. That was Chim’s area of expertise, not his. Buck does bones, not bugs and dirt and particulates.

Chim’s eyelids flicker open, while Buck gently pats down his torso for signs of trauma. His clothing seems to be covered in the same substance as he shifts his gaze, and finally when it lands on his legs, “Your legs!” Buck gasps, taking them in. Chim’s jeans are cut open at the knees and shins, blood clotting over deep gashes. “What happened to you legs?”

Instead of answering his question, Chimney weakly asks his own, “Where are we?”

“We’re buried alive.” Buck replies, “He must’ve got us.”

“Who?” Chimney says, his question stronger this time around.

“The Grave Digger.” Buck exhales. God, how did their case turn into this? He has to be close to figuring it out, otherwise why would the grave digger take them? If the grave digger gets their way he’ll never have the chance to.

Well, Buck thinks, at least Eddie and Maddie can’t kill him if he doesn’t make it out of this alive.

[drifting-andromeda]

I don't see nearly enough people use the fact that most turtle species can see ultra violet light/colors in tmnt fan works enough

[sincerelyxsinister]

I know it probably won't happen but. Maddie finding out about Sinister London and then his Maddie harem.

Maddie: So....he has a seat of power.

Magik: Yeah

Maddie: Okay....and he had a Sinister City where he...had a bunch of me not Jean but ME.

Magik: Yeah...

Maddie: Did...did they like cause psychological stress on Scott?

Magik: Of course it did.

Maddie: That sort makes me feel better?

Magik: I wouldn't look to into this. There was Sinister exploding cows. Suicide Gambit Sabertooth hellhounds.

Maddie: why Gambit?

Magik: I don't know and want to know

Maddie: I...oh god AM I Sinister

Sinister: Sinister secert 29

Maddie:?

Sinister: No

Maddie: H...how is that a secert?

Magik: I think he has a problem because he keeps saying this outloud.

lol

[migilini]

Not So Secret Anymore - Charlie Gillespie

summary: It’s hard to hide a relationship from the public, particually when both work on the same show.

words: 2.5k

warnings: fluff

a/n: not my fave but i still somehow like it.

Requests are open :)

MASTERLIST

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September

"When do we have our first interview?" you asked the boy whose head was in your lap. He looked up from his phone and your eyes locked with his green ones "Hmm, my calendar says in about 30 minutes."

You groaned at that and stopped playing with Charlie's hair which earned you a grunt and whine from him. "Sorry babe but I think I have to go, so I still have time to get ready and set up." You muttered and gave him a small kiss on his brown hair.

"Uhh fine." The weight lifted from your legs, you stood up and before you knew it you were thrown over his shoulder. Laughing, you slapped his butt and back repeatedly. "Babe! I mean it" you tried to press out between giggles, "we both decided to keep us a secret." He sat you down on the kitchen isle and cornered your body in between his arms, standing right in front of you, you're back hitting the kitchen cabinet.

"I know... come back later?" he asked and tilted his head, looking at you with big puppy eyes. "You know it." After a swift kiss, or rather a little make out session, you were on your way back to your own appartement. Just in time to change your top and put on a lip-gloss before opening your laptop and joining the interview.

"Hello everybody! I'm here with the cast of Netflix' Julie and the Phantoms that came out on Thursday. How are you guys?" the interviewer asked and smiled into the camera of his laptop. The whole cast chirped in with a good, great, or amazing.

"That's fantastic!" he clapped his hands "Now, Jeremy, how would you describe your Character and the show in general?"

"It's a show about ghosts from 1995 who come back 25 years later and join a band with Julie who didn't sing a note after her mother died. Reggie, the character that I play, is one of those ghosts and he is a loveable himbo. Did I use that word correctly Maddie?"

Maddie smiled and the interviewer changed the topic "Madison and y/n, birds have told me that this was your first ever acting job is that right?"

You nodded and signaled Maddie to speak first "Yes, and it was both amazing and traumatizing! I was so nervous, but the crew really helped to calm me down, especially y/n who just was in the same position as me, so we freaked out together most of the time." She smiled and the interviewer waited for you to answer. "Except, Maddie had a least some acting training at school, that's why she is the best. I more or less walked into the whole situation." You said laughing.

"I love this story." Jeremy exclaimed, making you slightly blush at his words.

"Would you be so kind and tell us?" the interviewer questioned and smiled at your little nod.

"Yes, yes of course. Well, I was on vacation with one of my good friends from back home..."

"She means Germany." Owen interrupted with a smile on his lips. "Yes, Owen. Thank you for adding important details. Anyways, we saw that there was an Open Audition nearby and though why not? We don't have anything to lose or to do on that particular day. And here I am, my friend sadly didn't get in."

"That really is an amazing story, I can see why Jeremy likes it so much. So, Charlie how would you describe y/n's and Luke's characters, she wasn't supposed to be in the script and was later added in right?" Charlie quirked up at the mention of your name and stated proudly. "Indeed, she impressed Kenny so much that he wrote a character just for her. He thought that Sunset Curve, the band name before we died, needed a female to handle their chaos or well... at least tries to. Y/N plays Allie, who against common speculation isn't any of the boys' love interest which is a very nice turn of events. She and Luke bud head a lot because Luke only thinks about music and the band and she tries hard to make him take breaks every now and then." 

A lovesick smile sat on your face while you listened to your boyfriend of nearly a year, once you realized your expression you quickly shook it off. Hiding this relationship was definitely going to be harder than expected.

The Interviewer asked some more questions before the last and dreaded question was thrown your way. "So, most of your fans are wondering if any of you guys are in a relationship." You and Charlie had discussed a million times before what you guys would say in such a moment, the two of you shared a look.

Jeremy's eyes switched from Charlie's box on his screen to y/n's before answering "I have a lovely wife! The rest of us are happily single, right guys?"

"100%" Maddie added, while Owen only shrugged, his dog conveniently jumping into his lap.

"How about the other two?" he eyed up the last remaining.

"Very single" Charlie laughed, and you agreed "Totally."

As time went on it was harder and harder for the two of you to hide the relationship, as you two spent nearly every day together and therefore did the same activities. Particularly after your social media accounts have gained over a million followers and people started to ship actors and tv show characters. But you two loved the little secret bubble you've created, there was no pressure to take good pictures together, or to post stories, to be asked a thousand questions about your relationship and no hate towards any of you.

December

It has been 4 months since the show released and the hype it got definitely was way more than you ever expected. It blew your mind. Currently, you are on Charlie and yours one-year anniversary / Christmas / good deeds vacation. Charlie and you found a good mix, that made you both happy, between chilling and doing adventurous things.

It was Christmas eve and Maddie wanted to do a 'guess the song Christmas Edition' with the main cast. Eagerly you agreed and hurried from the beach, where Charlie currently took the quiz at the bar you both sat on just minutes before, to your shared bedroom. You shot Maddie a quick text that you were 'out of the relationship zone' and ready when she was ready.

"Helloooo. How did the others do?"

"Not the worst but I still have faith in you to win this. ARE YOU READY?" she screamed the last part.

“I’m going to read you the lyrics of a christmas song and you have to guess the next line. There are certain cards that give one point and others give two. Whoever has the most points at the end…”

“Hopefully get your earrings” you asked with a sly smile and your shoulders raised.

Maddie laughed but shook her head “Sadly, no. I haven't figured out the price yet, but I for sure will! I like your backdrop by the way.” she added and you quickly looked behind you. You sat crisscrossed on the hotel room floor, you used the coffee table and a water bottle as a phonestand and used a white checkered wall as a background to try and hide the fact that you didn't sit in your living room.

January

“This should be the last box.” you cheered into the empty hall and shut the front door with a light push from your hip. Charlie popped his head out of the bedroom and walked over to, dropping his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. Nothing was set up, boxes stood randomly all over the apartment, the fridge stood there still empty and a lonely mattress covered the bedroom floor.

“The walls look a bit bare don't you think?” you said about a week later, standing in the middle of the now a bit furnished living room. Strong arms sneaked their way around your waist and a head dropped on your shoulder.

“Hmm… you're right. What do you have in mind?” Charlie said and turned you around so you were facing him. He smiled at the spark in your eyes “I was thinking, a yellow akzent wall with random secondhand pictures and some pictures of us, all in frames of course. So it's gonna have this homey and creative atmosphere.” You rambled on for a while longer, telling him where you think his instruments could go, the pillows you saw online and thought they worked perfect with the colour of the couch. Charlie just stared at you, a dumb smile on his lips with his arms around you.

“Do you not like it?” you noticed that he hasn't talked for a while and got worried. “I love it. We could live in a dumpster for all I care, as long as I have you by my side.” You fake gaged at his romantic words and gave him a kiss.

The first time people got really suspicious was the time you accidentally walked in on a live he had on Instagram. He sat in front of his instruments, phone propped up before him. You thought that he was already finished but you were wrong.

“Do you think this…” you walked into the room, a shirt in your hand that you just took out of the dryer and lost your words the moment you saw him sitting in front of his phone. He looked at you with wide eyes, his brain clearly searching for a good excuse. 

“Is that y/n?” he read outloud from the chat, gesturing you do sit next to him. “Yes it's her! We’re hanging out and she helped me with my washing because I somehow still don't know how to do it.” he laughed nervously, his hand grabbing yours out of the frame.

“He promised me food and I live really close by, so I thought I'll help this poor man out.”

May

Looking back at this moment now, you and Charlie weren't sure why you just didn't come clean. You didn't mean to hide the relationship this long, it just kinda happened and at one point it just got too awkward to tell. It was fairly easy to hide most of the time, you didn't most that much on instagram and Charlie only showed parts of his daily life.

The easiest was the time you filmed JATP Season 2. You were expected to hang out and live together. Back in 2019 you already lived with Owen and Charlie. This time poor Owen had to live with a couple instead of just two friends. (You were already dating for a while back then but didn't tell the cast, to not make a fuss.)

It wasn't like the fans didn't suspect a thing, especially after Owen posted a video of you two fooling around. 

Everybody sat outside, enjoying the everwarming sun on their skin. Half of the cast was already in costume just waiting for the break to end. In typical Allie (your character) fashion you wore an overall with a tight tank top underneath, your makeup stood out from the others with the heavy blush, freckles and black eyeliner. 

Charlie, in his Luke wardrobe, thought that it was funny to stand in front of you to shield you from the sun.

"Stop that" you whined and tried to shove him away, which was harder than you thought considering he stood before you and you sat on a bench.

"Make me." He flirted and stood even wider before you, puffing out his chest. Raising an unimpressed eyebrow, you stole his beany with a swift motion. His expresion quickly changed from cocky to shocked, snickering was heard from Maddie who was used to this type of behaviour.

"Ups… heavy wind blows in the shadows." You explained nonchalantly and pulled the beany on your head, sticking your tongue out at your boyfriend.

"Oh it's on my lady" he growled "I'm giving you a three second advantage. One…" your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up. "Two…" you got up and scanned the place internally making a good running line. "Th-.." you began sprinting across the lot. You heard the laughing from your castmates behind you as you and Charlie ran in circles. 

Unfortunately, he was still fitter and faster than you and about a minute into the running he had you thrown over his shoulder.

"Surrender!" he screamed as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

"Never!" You screamed back and wiggled even harder.

"Surrender or i'll have to tickle you" he warned and those were the last words Owen was able to film before a producer yelled that the break was finished.

February

“Baby, if I would believe this News Article, you have a secret girlfriend, but it's not me.” you showed him your phone screen.

“I’m not cheating on you. I would never, i'd die rather than…” his frantic expression made you snort. “I know. Oh my god! People saw you with Lia.” you held his hands comfortably.

“Lia as in your best friend Lia?”

“The one and only. People noticed the hickeys... At least they’re getting closer now. So are we still on for the masterplan? You by instruments and I'm gonna sit in the bedroom?" He nodded and smiled at the sight of your equally plastered neck. 

Eventually, before you even were able to execute the as you'd like to say 'masterplan' your relationship got outed. I mean it was time, the two of you getting lazier with the hiding as time went by. 

Fans noticed that you wore a lot of Charlie's things and that you and him always seemed to be at the same place at the same time. It was actually one of your lives that spilled the secret. 

"That's a really nice akzent wall" you read outloud from the chat "oh thank you! It was a long process to get all the pictures but it was actually Charlie's idea to not only have pictures but also plane tickets, date memories and so on hung up on that wall. It really makes it homey. I think to get that wall this crowded it took us...what? About well since we moved in…" you didn't even realise what you said you just babbled and then it was out.

"Charlie actually is home! I could call him. Babe! Come here for a sec- oh my god!" Your hands flew up to your mouth in realizion. 

From that moment on you were public and your social media exploded once again. However the two of you were happy to finally show each other off.

[ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr]

yah maddy I don’t think you can say that word

at least kat finally admitted outloud she doesn’t like ethan

[imtheiliad]

9-1-1 5x01: Panic

if you are new here, welcome to aj screams into the void, where you get to read my live reactions- not live. I use this as a way to stay engaged with the episode so its not all that coherent, its just in the moment things, but you can most like guess when what happened when.

spoilers under the cut

T- 3 Minutes- more nauseous than ever

2- my leg is shaking

(I swear I am not too emotionally attached to this show)

I JUST OPENED TUMBLR ON INSTINCT AND ALMOST SCREAMED OUTLOUD. NEVER CLOSED IT SO FAST IN MY GADDAMN LIFE

Ajhhhh

Oh okay we’ve seen this already which helps

MY BABIES I MIGHT CRY

I just love them okay

Eddie babes you good 👀

Ah gad flashbacks

Maddie my baby glad she’s getting help but I’m so worried about her

MEETING THE PARENTS AT A CHRISTENING

JEALOUS BUCK JEALOUS KING

YASS JOSH

MMAAAAAAAAYY DISPATCH QUEEN

YASS DIVING DUO

RAVI IS THAT YOU

OKAY DO I NOT LIKE BT AS A COUPLE? Yes, AM I IN FACT VERY QUEER AND ACKNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH OF THESE PEOPLE ARE GORGEOUS? Also yes

“The world ends as we know it.” Karen my queen

Oh goddddd I’m gonna puke

I’m notttt readyyyyh

HES THE BEST DAD

"LET'S SEE WHAT MOM THINKS" EDDIE- PANICS- OMG OMG

If god hates clowns why do we keep winning

REPRESSION-called it

NO STRESSORS EDDIE MY DUDE ????

Chris being the one to say it 😭

EDDIE BABY WHY

I DONT PANIC MY ASS

ATHENA 😭😭😭😭😭

Bobby ans Harry 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I HATE THIS DUDE🤢🤮🤢🤮like I already hated him but this this is sick

The airport 👀👀

RECOVERY ARC IS WINNING

MEDIC EDDIE MEDIC EDDIE

speaking from practical experience like it’s medical knowledge I know that trick eddie you aren’t fooling me

Where’s Hudson

FUCK

doc: mr diaz didnt expect to see you so soon

buck: 👀😱

OH SHIT OH SHIT CANT KEEP IT FROM BESTIE (aka husband) THAT LONG

“Yeah, eddie shouldn’t be exerting himself” sassy worried king buck my beloved

Eddies is like ah shit a helicopter seriously?

Oh thank god

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS ABSOLUTELY SICK I AM NOT GONNA MAKE IT BUT FUCK

Well that was a fucken wild ride- can't believe next week im in tech when it airs- homophobic