#where is ace Jim huh??

[milkymooshi]

LEE COULD DO SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS LOSER COP IN GOTHAM BRO IM SO TIRED OF THIS. RELEASE ME. RELEASE ME FROM THIS JIM GORDON ROMANCE DRAMA I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

[burreauxinfinity]

Watermelon Moonshine - Lainey Wilson

this is my first fic so enjoy :))

It was right after senior year

Just before the summer disappeared

We went a-ridin' them old farm ruts

Hangin' out on the gate of his truck

We threw a blanket 'neath the sunset

Bein' brave as eighteen gets

We gave each other more than our hearts

With the help of a mason jar

The soft summer sun beating down you, the vacant smell of wildflowers, the slight sound of water splashing in the nearby lake.. Tonight had felt like heaven. Hell, the last few weeks had. It was just a month after your high school graduation and you were dreading going away to college but for now you were enjoying this - Luke’s family’s lake house and spending time with him. You knew the two of you’s days together were numbered but on nights like this nothing other than the warmth of his body and the subtle smell of his cologne seemed to matter.

You two were sat with your feet hanging off the dock - him still in his swim trunks from the day and you in your bikini and one of his shirts. He looked down at you and kissed the top of your head.

“Getting kinda late huh?” his voice broke the comfortable silence.

“It is but I don’t wanna go inside yet,” you said quietly, sitting up and stretching.

Luke nodded. “Hold on,” he stood up and went inside, disappearing for a moment before he reappeared with a mason jar full of moonshine in his hands - surely Ellen and Jim would be looking for it later but for now, you didn’t care.

Drinkin' watermelon moonshine

Cut the burn with a little lime

Parkin' back in them kudzu vines

I was his and every bit of that boy was minе

Too young to know what love was

But we werе learnin' on a sweet buzz

There's never nothin' like the first time

And mine's always gonna taste like

Watermelon moonshine

Six months later and you’re sitting on the edge of Luke’s bed in his dorm at Michigan. You were looking down, staring at the ground and the only noise was the soft hum of his AC unit. Luke was sitting across from you at the small desk the university provided, eyeing you before he finally spoke breaking the silence.

“I don’t think we can do this,” he said, voice emotionless. He didn’t outright say it but you knew what this meant for the two of you. For weeks you had been dancing around the idea that long-distance might not be the best option. After all - you had chosen a school across the country. Everyone had warned the two of you that - despite your 2-year relationship - long distance was not for the weak and it wasn’t the best decision to bring a significant other into college.

Surely though.. That didn’t apply to the two of you. Or at least you thought. With your classes starting to become difficult and the hockey season starting up for Luke you found yourselves only talking a few times a week.

You sighed softly, still not meeting his eyes. “I know Luke.” Your voice broke as you spoke. The tension in the air was so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife.

“I’m sorry y/n,” he whispered, standing up. “We tried.”

I don't remember where we got it from

I just remember feelin' all grown up

Takin' pulls like it ain't no thing

Never told him it was my first drink

But I told him that he was the one

You're so sure when you're that young

You think you got it all figured out

And now I laugh when I think about

Drinkin' watermelon moonshine

Cut the burn with a little lime

Parkin' back in them kudzu vines

I was his and every bit of that boy was mine

Too young to know what love was

But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz

There's never nothin' like the first time

And mine's always gonna taste like

Watermelon moonshine

Laying on your back in your childhood bed, you couldn’t help but think about the empty space next to you. It had been just a few months since your and Luke’s breakup and that night’s game was playing on the TV. You were so proud of him - this was his dream. He was starting to become a standout at Michigan and you knew that he was better off without you for now.

The photos of you two from summers past were hung on your walls still along with flowers, stuffed animals, hoodies, and more that you had accumulated from him over the years of your relationship. You had tried to take them down but it only ended in you crying and your mom trying to console you.

Little did you know, your mom and Ellen had been talking. Luke was inconsolable and had gone quiet - hockey was his life now and he was unrecognizable. Though he had thought the breakup was a good decision, he was beginning to regret it immensely. You were the love of his life.

I thought that high would last forever

But that ain't what it does

Maybe we were drunk in love

Or maybe we were just

Drinkin' watermelon moonshine

Cut the burn with a little lime

Parkin' back in them kudzu vines

I was his and every bit of that boy was mine

Too young to know what love was

But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz

There's never nothin' like the first time

And mine's always gonna taste like

Watermelon moonshine

Watermelon moonshine

You sat anxiously in your seat at the Prudential Center, anticipating the start of the game. The lights lowered and the announcer came over the intercom, announcing Luke’s rookie lap.

Though it had been a year now, you missed him more than ever. Both of you had been with other people - but it had all ended badly. Now, you were sat in the stands next to his parents in his jersey again.

After the game, you waited next to his car for him. As soon as he spotted you, his face lit up.

“Y/n,” he smiled, going over to you. There was a hint of uncertainty but he pulled you into a hug nonetheless.

“Luke,” you spoke, the sound of his name on your lips all too familiar.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling away from you now and finally asking the unspoken question between you two.

“I miss you,” your voice lowered, clearly hesitant to speak those words. “I think we should try again.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 63

McCoy

McCoy entered dorm building D6 and smiled. It was exactly the same as his own dorm building.

“Come on. We’ll take the stairs,” Eugene said and began to lead the way.

McCoy followed and soon they were settled in a small room. A couch sat on the far wall while a large table took up most of the room. A small window above the couch gave some natural light.

McCoy dropped his things on the table and went to look out the window.

“Better view than our room,” he said idly. He unhooked his collar and began to take off his jacket. “You don’t mind?” he asked Eugene as he turned around.

“Not at all,” Eugene laughed. “I feel half choked by the end of the day.” He began to remove his own and drape it on a chair. “It’ll be nicer in a year or two when we start classes over in the hospital. Then we’ll at least get to wear scrubs while there.”

“Something to look forward to,” McCoy said as he sat across from Eugene. “I, uhh, I took the liberty of making an outline.” He glanced up nervously from his PADD.

“You did?” Eugene looked surprised.

McCoy nodded. “Just an old habit.”

“Your habit is making outlines for studying?” Eugene asked, amused.

“Yeah. Dr. Boyce taught it to me when I was younger and it’s how I’ve studied ever since.” McCoy knew his face had begun to flush.

“Who’s Dr. Boyce?” Eugene asked. He passed his PADD over so that McCoy could send him the outline.

“He was my teacher until I got sent away to school.”

“Got sent away?” Eugene frowned.

“I mouthed off to the wrong minister and my parents decided I needed better social skills.” McCoy’s face had heated and he kept his eyes down. “So they sent me off and, well, I ended up meeting Scotty and a whole lot of really good friends, so it was for the best.”

“Did your social skills improve?”

McCoy looked up and grinned. “Not in the slightest.”

Eugene laughed and grabbed his PADD as McCoy slid it back.

“Did they let you back in the church?”

“What?” McCoy looked up in confusion.

“After you mouthed off to the minister, did they let you back in church?”

McCoy chuckled and shook his head. “No. A foreign minister. A government official.”

Eugene’s eyes opened wide and his mouth hung open. “Oh,” he said slowly. “You mouthed off to a government official? How? Are your parents politicians or diplomats or something?”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess you could say they are.” McCoy frowned as he thought about it. Maybe it was time to tell Eugene who he really was…

But on the other hand, McCoy was really enjoying the anonymity with the other boy.

“Wow, this is really extensive,” Eugene said as he looked up from his PADD at McCoy. “We’re gonna ace this test. I’m studying with you every time!”

McCoy didn’t feel like another fact would stick in his brain by the time dinner came. He had waited for Eugene to run his things to his room before they had walked to the dining hall together.

“Maybe we should go out again after we get the best test scores,” Eugene said as they walked. “Though the way I was hungover, maybe not.” He laughed and McCoy joined him.

“We went out again the next night too,” he said.

“Oh man! You did?”

“Yeah, our friend Jim found out we went and insisted our whole group go. We had a good time. Kept the drinks reasonable.”

“Smart thinking.”

“Scotty and I went to dinner first. That probably helped.”

“Where’d you go? I haven’t been to too many places yet,” Eugene said.

“Delancey’s. It’s over by the water, but it’s, uhh, it’s a bit pricey,” McCoy admitted.

“Ok. So make sure I really want the date to go well,” Eugene grinned.

McCoy just nodded and held the door to the dining hall open. He glanced to where his friends normally sat and was pleased to see a familiar blue face next to his husband.

“You want to join us?” McCoy asked.

“Oh, umm, maybe next time.” Eugene waved back at someone who was waving at him. “Haven’t seen my friends all day.”

“No worries,” McCoy said. “I get it.”

“Thanks for the studying,” Eugene said as they dished up.

“Thanks for asking,” McCoy replied. “Guess I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

He parted ways with Eugene and made for his friends. Scotty’s face lit up when he saw McCoy coming towards them and McCoy’s heart beat just a bit faster at that.

Part 64

Scotty

Jim sat down on one of the desk chairs with a groan and buried his face in his hands.

Scotty could see how much the thing with the visit was bothering him. Mainly because his big brother was part of the crew.

Sam Kirk, who had run away from home.

Sam Kirk, who hadn't even contacted his little brother.

Sam Kirk, who Jim didn't like to talk about because he loathed him for his decisions.

"Why does it have to be this ship! Why does my oh-so-great brother have to come here? I already know that I won't be able to control myself as soon as I see him!"

Scotty sat down on the free chair and then rolled over to Jim, carefully placing a hand on the blond's shoulder.

"Hey, look at me, Jimbo."

Jim didn't listen at first and only when Scotty asked him to look at him once more did he drop his hands in his lap.

"We'll sort it out. Everyone knows about yer brother-"

"But only Christine and you know how much I hate him!"

"That doesn't matter. All that matters is that we'll keep ye and Sam apart. I promise ye I'll be by your side the whole day, okay?"

Scotty squeezed Jim's shoulder confidently.

"And as soon as I realize the situation is escalating, I'll get ye as far away from Sam as possible," he promised.

Jim put on a wry smile.

"As if you wouldn't want to beat him up yourself, just to protect me."

Scotty laughed. Everyone knew that the young Scotsman could get angry from time to time. Especially when it came to the people he loved.

"That's why I'll get ye away. So that I'm out of reach too," he said with a grin.

Jim smiled for a moment before it faded.

"Does Bones know about Sam? Have you told him about him?"

Scotty shook his head. He knew it was all very personal for Jim and that he preferred not to talk about it.

"He only knows about Frank, but that's no secret. After all, he met that bastard himself," Scotty replied with a frown.

Jim nodded.

"You can tell him about Sam. Maybe he'll manage to keep a cool head."

At these words, Scotty just snorted and raised his eyebrows.

"Len? The same Len who was sent to our boarding school because of his lack of social skills? I dare to doubt it."

Jim chuckled too.

"Yeah, okay, point taken.

"Still... you can tell him. I don't mind."

Scotty patted Jim's shoulder, then got up from where he was sitting.

"Alright, I'll remember that. Now, let's grab something to eat. After all, food always helps us calm down."

Jim sighed, before he put on a smile and grabbed Scotty's hand.

"Thanks, Scotty."

When they entered the dining hall, Scotty saw Aporal sitting all alone once again. He let out a heavy sigh and walked over to him.

"Come sit with us?" Scotty nodded his head at the table Jim sat down at.

Aporal looked up at Scotty before he glanced over at the table, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. Why not?"

He got to his feet and grabbed his tray.

A bright smile crossed Scotty's face as the two of them walked over to Jim and sat down with him. And his smile widened even more when he soon enough saw Leonard and Eugene entering the hall.

[carpisuns]

your tags about jimbo from treasure planet having a bi aesthetic are so correct - i think pirates and space are both important parts of queer culture (space is more ace in my expereince) (see pirates of the Caribbean and all the future bi kids being torn between staring at Keira Knightley or Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp) also i think there's a huge overlap between people who had a crush on jim and people who had a crush on Dmitry from anastasia

omg YES pirates are so bi. Have you seen heartstopper? (If not, it’s SO cute, I highly recommend.) anyway there was that one part where a nick was watching pirates of the caribbean and looking at both keira knightley and orlando bloom like 😳😳 and it made me laugh so much haha relatable af

Haha the space ace thing also makes so much sense to me and they even rhyme! Lol. This actually works out perfectly bc I told my sister that jim gave me bi vibes and she was like “huh he gives me ace vibes” but he’s a SPACE pirate so it makes sense he’d give off both vibes haha

DHSJSKSK YES DMITRI MY BELOVED u are so correct about that. i think it’s the hair for both of them. also the fashion. and the fact that they are Troublemakers. yeah

thanks for reminding me that he exists

[walkingstackofbooks]

SNW 2x03 Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow thought-stream

[30 June '23]

First of all, what an amazing, TOS-style title. I love it.

La'an sounds so done right at the beginning XD

I thought this was going to be a complaint - "Nobody told me when I took this assignment just how many friends it would make for me."

Oh, it was XD

Pelia! Already an icon

"I will make every effort to practice less vigorously."

"Well as your sparring partner, I advise you talk to your physician."

Okay wtf was that?? Okay random dude just disappearing?

Kirk!

Wait this is yet another AU! Kirk?!

Is she gonna grab him and press the button? Because she totally should.

He doesn't feel like Kirk... but also I guess he *isn't* our Kirk, so that's okay?

*BIG SIGNS WITH TORONTO* "Seems to be New York City." Oh, honey XD

"I was born in space on the USS Iowa" - huh! I like the way they did that!

Hah, they dressed in the same clothes, hilarious! XD

Ohhh... does the crush really need to happen? :/

Chess chess chess! It is Kirk!

Actually, re:La'an's crush, tbf, I think it's just weird to not have a crush on Kirk myself 😅

Wait, mid 21st century? I thought in the ST universe that was when WW3 was happening... *Checks* 2026-51 yeaaaaa

Kinda creepy La'an, just standing there and watching him think.

Because we know Jim so well, it feels kind of weird that she doesn't

"My earth still has sunsets." Boom. That sure is a good argument.

I forgot she knew Sam! Or in fact that Sam was on the Enterprise 😅

You should look up Pelia!

Is this Jim actually gonna be a good driver?

VULCAN NERVE PINCH WHAT?

YISSSS, A PIECE OF THE ACTION THROWBACK INCREDIBLE

Tbf I'm sure that car is easier than 1930s

Wait why has she read his file and not Sam's

What happened to lessen the eugenics war impact???

Why do we have to have action Kirk in ace? But at least it's au Kirk?

Profiling? Oh Canadian against Americans?

My wife was abducted.

Love how ahe has to do all the work

Jim keeps being hungry but this Jim never went to Tarsus?

So is this supposed to be now so I'm America the sanctuary districys

Engineering extension

"I might actually know someone in Vermont." YES, PELIA!

>> Though my guess is she's not actually an engineer yet, just because that would be funny :P

I like how weird time travel gets when immortals are involved

"People are usually difficult for me." Oh, La'aaan <3

He's just another guy though 😅

🙄

((Why can they always squeeze m/f romance in one episode but never anything queer in one-and-a-bit seasons?))

Sera?! You're a villain?!

"Try me." *bang* oh jeez oh wow they really did just straight up kill Kirk??? Incredible.

Superior Romulan strength...

How is Khan about?? This is the wrong time? Unless they're going with DS9's "the Eugenics war was 200 years ago" miscontinuity and placing it where WW3 is supposed to be? I am a confuse

"And all this was supposed to happen back in 1992, and I've been trapped here for 30 years trying to get my shot at him."

WHAT WHAT WHAT???? SO THE TIMELINE IS ALREADY CHANGED? WHAT??? I love time travel but man this is messing up my head!

What on Earth just happened though with her disappearing into smoke? what.

"Are you gonna kill me?" Jesus, I cannot with this. MY HEART

Fricking Heck

So Khan was once just be a kid being experimented on? (Like Julian? 💔)

BUT HAS TIME CHANGED? WAS THE EUGENICS WARS NOW IN 2020S?? Pls I need to know!

Uhura's complete confusion and need to check out La'an when Pike says "You're not wearing your uniform." XD

Ohh, our girl's just been though a whole heck of a lot

Eyyy damn for a sec I thought that was gonna be Section 31 😅 Temporal Investigations are slightly less fucked

Nah nah nah, this girl needs therapy, please

Well she forget this? I kinda hope so... Because gosh, if she doesn't that's her and Pike who are gonna be weird when Kirk actually shows his face

They just ban her from talking to anyone about this despite all the massive trauma they just dumped on her?!! No that's not okay actually??? Damnnnn

She just straight up rings Kirk? Oh my word I love her so much

Ohhhh, La'an <3 <3 <3

This is the worst this is so unfair my poor girl... Oh, what the heck strange new worlds, what sort of comfort show are you??!

This was a brilliant episode, I loved it so much, and seeing so much more of La'an was awesome!

[mouseratz]

Gotham episodes 5x6-5x12

5x6

- he's runnin...

- they just need to fry Eddie's brain again and he'll be fine.

- OH YEAH JIM!

- THE DOG LEFT. WHY.

- who is she?

- she looks a bit like a doll.

- what the fuck.

- "oh. Is that all?"

- "what the people desperately need is food and medicine. not more guns."

- "you have me." "And me." "I don't trust you."

- HE WINKED.

- I LOOOOVE IT

- Selina just chopped off some guys fingers and then went to eat coco puffs.

- "kind of resembles a goth chicken?"

- he did kill Tabitha in cold blood. Truth.

- Lucius......

- Lee?

- "tell me, how many ex fiancees do you have anyway?"

- "I can't remember anything..." Did they put a chip in her too? not for killing, just to control her.

- he's scared of it cuz last time it worked.

- "IS IT NOT OBVIOUS? ITS. A BOMB!"

- "oh, not now, Bullock."

- I love him. So much.

- I do like that season five is just like. yeah the government and military is literally evil. agreed

- BULLOCK KNEW THE ANSWER? how does it go....a broken clock still rings right twice a day....no that's not quite it.....err

- WHAT A DRAMATIC DEATH.

- I love Selina and os. this is so fucking funny

- "the next time I get a short straw, I'm just gonna walk into traffic."

- something's really wrong with Lee.

- who the fuck is walker. ain't no way she's just some rando.....

- how many times does Alfred get stabbed in this show.

- truth is, penguin is still more ruthless than Selina is, even with her loosening morals.

- of course she's fucking pregnant. LMAOOO

- "You're supposed to be dead, mate." "Sorry to disappoint."

5x7

- fireworks? where is this?

- "her squad found something." "What?" "....it's weird."

- that's gotta be a pretty old newspaper by now.

- oh. Jeremiah.

- "for my little nugget." Jesus.

- Jeremiah I really gotta know what is the point of this. It's so elaborate. And just to fuck with him?

- "and I didn't get to be a part of it."

- Jeremiah you didn't have to do this. You could've just came out

- ACE CHEMICALS? okay. so it's the janker

- they're still working with Jervis?

- ECCO HAS ROLLER SKATES!!!!

- ok well. They did blow up Wayne manor.

- Jervis has a better outfit this season.

- the theater is kinda creepy. Love it.

- Jeremiah costume is pretty awesome.

- be careful rejecting gay people in Gotham. it never goes well

- it parallels that Selina was watching, unknown by everyone....except this time, she *saved* them. thereby, making up for the past.

- Jeremiah this would've been a lot easier if you just said you loved him before all that.

- also just like Lego Batman

- the rivers toxic now, isn't it?

- "first of all, I am VERY fond of that dog."

- "it means fate has different plans for us."

- fellas is it gay to ask your number one frenemy to escape the city with you

- Annnd there it is for Selina.

- "she's glowing." ????

- ITS A SUBMARINE

5x8

- back at the club.

- who are these people.

- well, that's that.

- Dix....ivy's medicine?

- Ed cut his hair :(

- "I had to get us lunch. And I got Dale."

- EXAMINING HIS OWN NAILS WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS ...

- didn't....Penn die?

- HES THE VENTRILOQUIST?

- Whadda hell ....

- the horror sewers

- I love the dummy thing

- DALE. LMFAO

- she died....at Arkham....a couple of years ago ....wouldn't be, a couple of years ago, when strange discovered reanimation? couldn't be, right?

- okay. well. it is.

- this is interesting though I don't know what it's about.

- Jane doe. Huh.

- my guess is killer croc.

- they're implying Scarface is actually magical/Alive

- the girls are fightingggg

- "honestly, you deserve this. Your loyalty is....shaky, at best."

- "how do you feel....about submarines?"

- ok so just a zombie then?

- CLASSIC imposter situation....

- Barbara's like. Hell no I'm not being damsel in distressed

- "wait what's the signal"

- "I was not a good friend. To you or anyone. It's why I'm alone."

- ED?

- "I accept you for the person that you are....and as friends, I think we can agree that lunatic had to be stopped."

- "perhaps, Edward....we really are meant for each other." Yeah sure. 'friendship'

- he killed her? he killed her.

- how does killing her make anything right.

- "....forgiveness? I can't give that to you." "I just needed you to know."

5x9

- "it's like you won't be satisfied until you sacrifice yourself." truth

- millionth time he's been shot

- Selina and Bruce in a creepy house. For a date?

- why can't Harvey dent be in these things. this is HIS theme

- "it wasn't (fate). it was Jeremiah blowing up your house." say it

- hey ivy.

- Oswald got punched just cuz he's punchable

- "look at the window, stupid!"

- ah. The guy Selina beat up a while ago.

- okay. this jim part is kind ooooof boring it's like yeah no we got it we know how Jim is

- "okey dokey. Time to boogie."

- "like, actual roses, they're great."

- ivy.....

- aw Alfred dad moments.

- people. Ugh.

- Barbara Kean is THE girlboss.

- "your best never seems good enough."

- i hope Lee stabs the fuck out of her

- why does this ivy suck so bad. she's so not fun

- FUCK YEAH LEE

- Harveys wearing eds stupid suit.

- THE LAUGH

- it's weird I like lee fine she's still good but it's like last season didn't even happen.

- a month? timeskip?

- okay. A wedding. Whatever.

- nobody laughed at what Harvey said cuz it was true.

- what the fuck is this episode. is this like. A lifetime original ???

- Oswald bitching about it. is pretty funny.

5x10

- god. another villain introduction. girl we got TWO episodes left 😭

- reunification day. feels like it came so fast this season was five seconds long

- so, it's been nine months overall....and over a year since the bridges fell.

- the idiots are preparing to launch their fucking submarine.

- and we gotta build the batcave bro

- and now banes gonna come fuck it all up.

- Gotham as a show....it never changes. it starts interesting and then begins to unravel into full bore dumbassery as it continues.

- "we're not going anywhere." Barbara took it.

- god. is that Talia

- it's Talia. Has to be.

- Nyssa? so. not that.

- of course. Hugo strange .

- "but for the record, you stabbed me first."

- "but you did though. you pointed the gun at the baby."

- Barbara and Lee have the worst idiots possible to help out with this childbirth

- "bon voyage."

- HIT WITH A GODDAMN CAR!

- they grievously injured Alfred AGAIN.

- Jim you stupid bitch. NEVER say that don't you know you're in a tv show

5x11

- Baby drama

- he feels bad about it. This is MY city

- I'm going to follow my heart

- ...but perhaps you could learn something

- I'm gonna miss you edward.....THE DOG.

- Nightwing project. HRM.

- a beacon to certain animals....

- you have a remarkably recognizable odor. Part dandy, part snake.

- he loves Gotham just as much as Gordon does.

- AWWW ED CAME BACK.

- I love Gotham. Final boss fight is just The American Military led by Bane

- lee has to return to the narrows.

- he saved "Eddie". Ok.

- upsy daisy, Oswald.

- "I'm sorry..." "It's the least I could do."

- "they did sacrifice everything."

- "you both love getting stabbed by this knife."

- BANE GETTING GOT BY BATS? LMFAOOOO

- love that Oswald put the shades back on over the fucking eye patch. #girl

- AND THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP COMES IN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!

- SHES TAKING THE SUBMARINE?

- THE DOG!

- Barbara Lee Gordon. Technically doesn't that make her a Barbara Jr.

- THAT BITCH STOLE OUR SUBMARINE!

- those drab....boring...people

- common criminals? never again.

- he's kinda losing it again. But that's okay.

- "we would be stronger together. No one could stop us."

- "yeah, perhaps....."

- "we will take what we want, from who we want, and we will suffer no fools."

- "together."

- "a hug it is."

- life begins anew.

- shall we get to work?

- and commissioner Gordon.

- HE DIDNT TELL SELINA GOODBYE? DICKHEAD

- I'd be pissed as fuck at him too.

5x12

- here we go. Last Gotham episode.....4ever

- TEN YEARS LATER .

- MUSTACHED GORDON.

- this bitch is STILL mayor?

- he has a baby. And Barbara looks more like the comics.

- EDDIE! with the long hair too.

- I knew him. Back in the day.

- Jeremiah baldification

- ECCO.....

- HE SHAVED IT FOR BRUCE.

- quite the girl around town....

- no cat ears for Selina 🥺

- I don't really like that they recast her but none of the full adults.

- who are they so scared of?

- a letter from Oswald.

- THE MONOCLE.....AND ITS BLUE LIKE MOONEYS

- it's Batman.......

- and the top hat. penguin 🐧

- back at the pier. It ends as it begins, and it is beginning again.

- wait.....did he NOT break Ed out? then, who did?

- "you locked me up like an animal." like. a well. Animal in the zoo.....not saying which one. I think you can guess.

- Edward is slaying.

- the tie. The tinted glasses.

- "honey, I'm still amazing."

- "didn't you do that already?" "ITS A CALLBACK!"

- it's the joker. duh.

- "I'm not. But I thought you might need some help.".

- "it's good to see you." THWAP

- HE TIED THEM UP. LIKE A GODDAMN CARTOON.

- ecco is so fucking great.

- "then again, there was another me, too."

- "no longer my echo. There'll never be another like you.... But I suppose there are other fish in the sea."

- "is there a Jeremiah here?"

- looove it. he's a fun joker actually.

- BATMAAAANNN

- "like hell."

- Oswald and Edward breaking out. And promptly deciding they did not feel like fucking with Batman

- that is not.....fantastic looking

END OF SEASON 5. END OF SERIES

[castle-dominion]

c6x10 audio commentary liveblog

les mis

lol typecasting drinking

XD gave me a heart attack

THEY GOT QUADRUPLETS

"she might have had more screen time than nathan"

with all the shootouts & fire THIS took the most planning?

"when nathan handed the baby to seamus it would start crying as if it read the script"

Julian my beloved "julian come on now don't look at them"

"skill set" crying, smiling, sleeping, stop crying when you pick it up...

Terlesky chose to film this on the lift, good for him

This group of people

NF: Seamus, I notice this every episode: your eyes POP

"howling at a moon" & I never wanted to correct him

"I made the database"

& the cobra's CRYING!

Ah two boys two girls

For a guy who's not a dad irl he's really a good dad on screen

they LEGIT HAD THE BABY CRY WHEN THEY HANDED THEM TO DEVER

NF: Ooh quads! Babies: we are not off-road vehicles

SD: Jon Huertas needs 20 minutes then he takes a nap NF: then he needs to get changed

baby POV XD

Good toss & coat dodge

TAMALA JONES

JT: it would be hilarious to say this technical jargon in a baby voice

Usually he can CATCH the perps when he's chasing them

They run by & seamus is in there oblivious

Despondent, good word

the high five was the baby's idea apparently

Apparently a lot of the stuff with fillion in the obs room is ad libbed.

He couldn't put in a good word BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT YOU ROPED BACK INTO THE LIFE EITHER

I love it when they get caught watching

Kristen Ariza, friend of Dever, did a play together which katic saw

straight laced gates cooing over the baby

A different side of everybody <3 thank you terri miller

Richmond & Andrea, the tech ones. Thank you for your service.

Three men & mustang

Boxes within boxes

In a situation where I don't have to go home hungry

Mum: I love Dever's laugh

Ah yes the relationship <3 I love these two. all the writers went "aww"

XD the us post service stole the prop mailbox XD XD XD

I NOTICED IT TOO, THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT NOTHING IN THE BACKGROUND

JT: we'll put a pingpong table there one day I'd love to have a pingpong table there just for a time

still day one! SD: I don't change clothes nearly as much!

"that's the crying one"

there WAS a doll, $1 500 fake baby that you keep dropping, Nathan

Wanna have a baby?

Two grumpy babies, two happy babies, one was grumpier than them all

"bpice of ice cream's going up, by the time you're old enough to eat it you won't be able to afford it"

Ooh that ball is in the writer room huh

JT & his fun bits, glad this guy is here JT: & I'm glad all those years of WB cartoon watching paid off

AC: How long have I been gone? Love SS & MQ

This is the face of your future

I love watching this with my mom

WHEN THEY HIT PING PONG BALLS TOO HARD THEY LIGHT ON FIRE?

OH. RELIEVING YOURSELF. I SEE.

acme wine preservation kit

diaper connoisseur

oh no i hate the lottery riff

baby needs an education & this was edver & huertas

Lol the lottery ball machines didn't even work

Yeah how do they come in that order?

triple six fix

The guests are always so great

Come in, cry your eyes out, thanks you were great

Commercial!

Five down a hallway, sounding like a herd of elephants.

Yeah the background is so hard, where were you from this exact moment? nf: seamus write a song sd: ~background artists~ nf: not now

"We took the baby up in the helicopter that night" "but only for 20 minutes"

I started by touching... I touched everyone in this scene

lmao the newsie store "we turned him into a little white boy!"

scripted parenthetical

Jim, that's the one who got slammed by dever a billion times

[voidselfshipp]

Goose gets bullied by everyone (with love)

Cw: swearing and Knife mention (literally its a sticker of a goose with a Knife in its beak)

Summary: goose is the victim of his girlfriends pranks in which the rest of his classmates are complicit.

A/n: saw top//gun, and I can safely say I had to write something for my boys.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

->♡Lovely taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown @mercuryships

Out of all the candidates, Jerico "Solar" Castro was by far the calmer of the most. She was quite tranquil and didnt cause that Many incidents as the rest of her classmates in the Top Gun academy.

But her tranquility was but a cover for the silent force of chaos within her. After all,nobody suspects the goody two shoes was the one hiding miniature goose figurines in Nick "goose" Bradshaw's room and locker. And no,the Irony did not escape her, it was the main reason she had done it.

And this little misadventure of hers has been going on for *months*. Just when Nick thought he had found them all, the world, or jerico's chaotic evil genius, would prove Jim wrong.

He was at his wits end as he opened his locker, pulling out his deodorant only to find a small goose figurine hidden behind it.

--ANOTHER FUCKING ONE?!--the Man yelled at the top of his lungs-- WHERE THE FUCK DO THEY KEEP COMING FROM?

When he found the first three some months ago, he was amused and even looked forward to finding the rest. Now he couldnt take it anymore.

At this, the other men in the locker room explode into loud cackling, leaning over walls and eachother. Everyone was in on It, maverick had helped jerico get Nick's locker Open, Hollywood and Wolfman had helped her put some in his flight suit, and even iceman who didnt stand Jerico accepted to help her hide them all over in Nick's room.

Nick was grasping at straws as he finished changing and getting out of the locker room. It was a warm sunny day in California, but he didnt mind. He was pissed off and annoyed, all he wanted was to cuddle up with his girlfriend and forget about the world for a while.

And he finds her, on her bed Reading a book while some soft tunes play from the radio. He opens the door and steps in,closing it behind him as the cold air of the AC (which,for the life of him, he didnt know how he convinced viper to let her have one) hit his face. Shes illuminated by nothing but one nightstand lamp, the warm light making her seem ethereal. The sight relaxes him a little,his jaw unclenches.

--Hey honey--Jerico says looking up from her book, marking it and closing it shut with a satisfying "plap"-- whats got you riled up?

Goose simply holds up yet another figurine,murder in his eyes. And though his lover's laughter was the sweetest thing hes ever heard, when she laughs at the goose mini in his hands he cant help but huff,throw it in the trash and plopping down ontop of his girlfriend as she leaves the book on the night stand, turning off the lamp ontop of it.

--Ya Keep findin 'em huh?-- She asked stroking his hair.

--I sweae,hon. They just keep appearin'. Its like its personal or somethin'-- He says,voice muffled by him pressing his face on her chest.

--i think ya gotta lean into it--Jeri replied closing her eyes and letting her head fall to the pillow.

--When I find whose behind it I swear--He starts. Unbeknownst to him, his girlfriend Holds back giggles as a smile appears on her lips.

--Yeah yeah youll make him pay, why dontcha rest with me for a while? What do you think, tough guy?

--I...Like that--Nick positions his head in a way that makes his ear press against his girlfriend's chest--Sweet dreams, baby

--Sweet dreams

Soon, he falls asleep to the sound of her heartbeat. Anger and stress melting away in his lovers arms.

For the Next two weeks he finds more and more of them. Behind his pillow, under his duffelbag, inside his nightstand cabinet... He even found one sitting on his tooth brush and another one right beside it on his toothpaste.

Nick had had enough, he was about to explode. Hes going on and on in this rant to all his classmates shouting at them to tell him who was the bastard that has been tormeting Him these past few months.

Jerico stepped infront of his lover. who upon meeting her gaze, he relaxes. She grabs his flaining hands and holds them to her lips,kissing his knuckles--Nick, darling

--Yes,sorry babe--He sighed.

--Im the one that hid them

His peace is short lived as his brain registers what she had said. His eyes go wide and his hands become fists--You've got to be kidding me

--Nope. I hid them with help from iceman, wolfman and Hollywood

Nico looks at the three men mentioned with murder in his eyes. Then he returns his gaze to his lover and says--Baby

--Yeah?

--Run.

Solar lets go of his hands and screams--OH CRAP! --And bolts out the room with a very angry Goose behind her, the rest of the men explode with laughter at the sight. And for a good hour and a half all that can be heard throughout the base is nicks unhinged feral screaming and jericos loud laughter.

"So worth it" she thought as Nick finally caught her and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatos--i regret nothing!

--You Will soon--He grumbled.

《♡♡♡♡♡♡♡》

You'd expect the attendees of Top Gun to be somewhat serious and adult. After all, they piloted expensive aircrafts and put their lives on the line.

But, when you put a bunch of twenty year olds in a base, some chaos is bound to happen.

Heres how jerico finds herself in this position.

Shes currently holding back laughter as she approaches a sleeping Nick. His mouth was Open and he was snoring, arms crossed over his chest and feet on a table. The rest of their classmates watch in pure amusement with held back laughter and quiet giggles as their female companion hovers over Nick with a goose sticker in her hand

--Everyone shut the fuck up youll wake him!--Wolfman whisper yelled from behind jeri as she peeled off the sticker.

--Shhh--Solar whispered, her hand Gently places the sticker on the Mans forehead and then throws back her hand to give him a good meaty slap on the sticker.

At the sound, which was comedically exact as the one you'd find in a cartoon, the other men present snort and wheeze. Maverick has tears in his eyes from holding back his laughter. And the only reaction from Nick is to sway his hand as if he was swatting away pesky flies.

Jerico squats down to the ground covering her face, muffling her laughter. --Fucking genius-- Hollywood compliments from behind patting her back-- this is gold

After taking a picture of jerico posing beside Nick while making the thumbs up with an impressed look on her face,mouth Open, everyome returns to their lives with more quiet giggles that turn into loud laughter once they fully leave the room.

Its not until some hours later that Goose wakes up, groggy and confused. And since he still feels like sleeping, he gets up from the chair and makes his way towards his girlfriend's room.

He stumbles upon viper,his supervisor. Viper looks at Nick and then at the sticker on his forehead,hes about to say something but decided against it. Choosing to say hi to Nick and Keep walking with a grin forming on his face alongside muffled giggles.

Confused,goose keeps walking. More and more people Keep laughing at him and no matter how Many times he asked people what was so funny,nobody would give him an answer.

And thats when he sees it.

In a reflection of a Window he sees the sticker on his forehead, a goose with a Knife in his beak. He already knows whose the culprit, and without peeling off the sticker he stomps towards his girlfriend's room with the war cry of --JERICO YOU GET YER ASS OVER HERE

And solar could hear her boyfriend very well, she turns to maverick and says--I think I should leave

--The country-- maverick says deadpan serious with his brows raised. and before she can laugh at his joke she sees Nick stomping quicker towards her now that hes seen her.

Its yet after another hour of chase and loud screaming that he finally catches her and makes her wear the sticker for the rest of the day.

Jerico didnt mind, specially as Nick held her from behind as they cuddled in her room. The lights are off and the blinds are drawn,the cole air is nice against their skin and under his breath goose mutters-- youre a menace

--And thats why you love me

He scoffs playfully in agreemet-- I love you too--pressing a kiss to the back of her neck,goose closed his eyes. Soon, he falls asleep with his girlfriend who is still wearing that stupid sticker on her forehead. No doubt that tomorrow she Will put that thing away in her Wallet as a wholesome reminder.

[thedreammweaver]

When The Penny Drops (post 5x12 nygmobblepot, angst)

Warnings: broken bone, disfigurement, violence, intense injury

Ed’s breathing echoed in his ears as he ran, the footsteps of Harvey Dent and Batman behind him. He had been momentarily taken out of arkham to be put on trial as a witness to an escape Jonathan had recently made. While alone with Dent he’d managed to make the DA feel sorry for him and slip up. He was now, still in a straightjacket, running for his love away from those pursuing him. Oswald had warned that next time Ed was put in arkham he wouldn’t be helped. Oswald was afraid Ed was getting thrown in there on purpose to avoid him and needed him to prove his devotion by escaping himself and coming home. Ed didn’t know where he was now but it was a different building, he just needed to loose Harvey and Batman.

Ed managed to shimmy up in between a vat of something and a wall. When Harvey ran by he planned to push the tall cylinder of..something onto him. He could see that the label on the cylinder read ‘Ace Chemicals’ so at least he knew what building he was in. Ed was struggling to keep his position, his thighs burning from the effort of holding himself up, as he heard Harvey getting closer. When he felt Harvey was close enough he used all of his power to push the vat over which caused him to fall. Harvey managed to get out of the way but as the top of the cylinder hit the ground acid exploded out of it and all over Harvey’s left side. “Harvey, no!” Batman was running up now. He wanted to chase Ed who had gotten up and was running away but Harvey writhing and screaming on the floor beside him needed his attention more.

Ed struggled into the window of the Van Dahl mansion “Ozzie, I’m home!” He announced, expecting an excited bird to run up and hug him. “Ozzie??” He called as he got up, struggling with the straight jacket still on him. Ed walked around a bit and found Oswald calmly reading on the couch with a cup of tea. “Your husband has arrived!” Ed announced again. Oswald looked at the sleepy penguin beside him on the couch “Did you hear something? Cause I sure didn’t.” Ed tilted his head, confused for a moment. He figured maybe Oswald didn’t consider him having escaped by himself if he was still in the straight jacket, Ed huffed and stomped into the kitchen. He went over to the knife block and got himself into a position where he could cut himself free, making quick work of it. Once he was free he ran back into the living room and Oswald finally acknowledged him. “Oh, Eddie, you’re home!” Oswald said getting up to hug the taller man. Ed rolled his eyes and squeezed Oswald.

It had been a few days since the acid attack and Jim had only now mustered up the courage to see Harvey. As he entered the room Harvey was faced away from him, anxiously turning over a coin in his right hand. “Who’s there?” He asked.

“It’s Jim.”

“Oh...”

“Harvey, I’m sorry I wasn’t-“

“I have to kill him, Jim. I need to kill Ed.”

Jim stepped forward a bit “That’s not the way to cope with thi-“

“How would you know?!” Harvey growled, turning to face Jim “LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO ME!!”

Jim couldn’t help the gag that rose in his throat as he saw Harvey’s face. It was strange, not like a normal burn. The skin was a greenish blue with pink veiny parts throughout and his hair on that side was burned a bright electric blue, the tips almost white. His left eye was more exposed and the left side of his lips were stuck in a pulled back position, exposing his teeth “Is it bad? They won’t let me have a mirror...”

Jim fumbled for a reply.

“You don’t have to answer, I know it’s bad.” Harvey mumbled absently flipping the coin in his hand “I have to kill him...”

“Harvey-“

“Just get out, Jim...”

Ed nuzzled into Oswald’s shoulder as he was gently bathed by the other man, they were savouring their time together after being reunited. “I heard about what you did to that DA to get here, you’re going to be in trouble for that.”

Ed huffed “I meant to wound him not disfigure him...”

“I wonder if I should go through the trouble of protecting you or not when the consequences arise..” Oswald teased, leaning over the side of the tub to kiss Ed.

“How is he?” Jim asked a nurse as he got to Harvey’s room. It had been a week since the last time Jim saw him. The nurse, who seemed a bit shaken up, shook her head “Not good. We thought he could handle a mirror by now but he’s been staring at it for the last eight hours..”

As Jim entered the room Harvey was hunched over a mirror in his lap, staring at himself. There were a lot of flowers in the room, the biggest bouquet was one of black roses, the tag having nothing but the bat symbol on it.

“Harvey?” Jim approached slowly.

Harvey didn’t respond.

“Harvey, it’s me, Jim.”

Harvey was still staring at the mirror. Jim was about to give up when he heard sniffling. “This can’t be happening to me...” Harvey whined shakily, tears landing on the mirror underneath him “He has to pay.” Harvey growled, his voice changing so drastically from whimpers to rage he sounded like a different person.

“I can’t let you do that.” Jim said flatly, not exactly thinking Harvey was serious at this point.

Harvey paused for a moment “I’d like to see you stop me.” He muttered before chucking the mirror at Jim’s head.

Ed was waiting for Oswald to get dressed so they could have a dinner date at the house. He was distracted as he heard something in the study. “Ozzie??” He called. Before he could call for Oswald again he was tackled by Harvey, only recognizing half of the DA’s face, he was dressed in the burned suit he’d been disfigured in. Harvey had both hands on Ed’s collar gripping him tightly “You thought you were just gonna get away with what you did, huh?”

Ed screamed for Oswald but Harvey quickly covered his mouth.

“I’m gonna rip out your guts and choke you with ‘em.”

Ed calmed a bit as he saw Oswald coming up behind Harvey with a knife but Harvey caught the reflection of the shorter man in Ed’s glasses. Harvey quickly threw Ed into a wall knocking the breath out of him and turned around to kick Oswald in his bad leg. The pain was blinding which caused Oswald to miss when he lunged at Harvey, making it easy for Harvey to grab him and throw him to the ground. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt people?” Harvey asked before jumping on Oswald’s bad ankle, definitely re-breaking it. Oswald wailed as the worst pain shot through him, it continued as Harvey twisted his foot on the already ruined ankle “You stay there, like a good bird..” he muttered before going back over to Ed, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall.

“Wait!” Ed said, trying not to react to Oswald’s sobbing across the room “You shouldn’t be going after me!”

“Oh, really??” Harvey growled, already getting tired of Ed’s shit.

“Yes, I did this to you but who didn’t stop it?” Ed could see the gears in Harvey’s head turning “Batman was right there and he didn’t save you. Jim didn’t even follow when I ran away. They knew something like this would happen and they allowed it.”

“That’s not true!” Harvey slammed Ed’s back into the wall for emphasis “Jim cares about me.”

“He pities you. The moment anyone at the GCPD realizes you’re different they don’t care anymore, you’re just a freak to them now.”

“Jim..cares about me...”

“What about Batman? He was right there, Harvey, why didn’t he save you? Why didn’t Jim even try to save you?”

Harvey looked down for a moment and dropped Ed before walking away, muttering to himself.

Oswald hated being in the hospital but he didn’t want to risk his leg healing even more wrong. “I’m sorry.” Ed said as he sat by Oswald’s bed. “Don’t apologize, you didn’t break it.” Oswald pulled Ed into his chest, petting his hair. Though Oswald liked to tease he would always try to protect Ed when things were serious.

Jim looked up as he saw Harvey come into the precinct, he was in a suit that was white on his burnt side and black on the other “I hope you’re here to turn yourself in, Harvey.”

Jim was taken aback as a few goons dressed in the same half and half attire walked in, one of them handing Harvey a tommy gun “It’s not Harvey anymore, Jimmy. You can call me Two-Face.”

[bamby0304]

The Hart III: Secrets

Chapter 19: Smoke and Mirrors

Series Masterlist

Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?

Warning: Angst. Magic.

A/N: I won’t be doing taglists anymore, so if you want to know when I post stories follow @bambys-library​ :)

Bamby

EPOV

Hands shoved into the pockets of my 'FBI' coat, I followed a step behind Sam and Dean as we walked down a street in Las Vegas. But we weren't here for fun. No gambling for us, unfortunately. No. This was all about a job.

As we crossed the street, we neared a gathering people standing around a man dressed in black leather, and ripped jeans, with dark hair and eyeliner.

"This, this isn't a trick, okay?" the man told the audience as he shuffled some cards. "I- I- I don't do tricks. This is a demonstration. About demons and angels. Love and lust. All that stuff mixed up in my head."

"What a douchebag," Dean mumbled as we came to stand with the crowd.

I looked to the side, glancing at the camera person and microphone person as they focused on the man.

"That's Jeb Dexter," Sam noted.

Dean looked up at him, confused. "I don't even want to know how you know that."

Sam just shrugged. "He's famous, kind of."

"For what? Douchebaggery?"

I held back a laugh at Dean's disapproving attitude. "It's entertainment, Winchester." I smirked, looking up at the older brother.

He looked down at me, surprised for a moment before he returned my grin with a smirk of his own.

Jeb's voice pulled our attention back to him as he kept talking to the crowd. "But whatever happens, no matter how messed up it gets, don't touch me, okay? For your own safety, " he warned before inhaling deeply.

After a moment, he closed his eyes and exhaled, focusing as he shifted on the spot. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head, letting the air out again.

Suddenly he gasped as he began to shake as if having a seizure. With one hand, he grabbed the deck of cards that sat in the other hand as he opened his eyes enough so we could only see the whites.

"Go back to hell, demon!" Flinging the cards at the window behind him, we all watched as one of the cards stuck to the glass. The ace of diamonds. Reaching forward, Jeb ran his hand over the card, only to reveal that it was on the other side of the glass now. "Is this your card?" he asked a woman in the audience.

Applause broke out in the crowd.

"You've got to be kidding me. A fake demon possession?" Dean shook his head as he turned to walk away. "I can't believe people actually fall for that crap."

"It's not all crap," Sam argued as the two of us followed Dean.

"What part of that was not a steaming pile of BS?" Dean asked, gesturing back to Jeb and the people surrounding him.

Sam gave a short nod, agreeing with Dean there. "Okay, that was crap, but that's not all magicians. It takes skill."

Stopping in his tracks, Dean turned to his brother, grinning. "Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you?"

A smile spread across my lips. "Really?"

Turning to me, Dean was clearly enjoying the fact he was embarrassing his brother. "I mean, he had like a deck of cards, a wand and everything," he told me.

I had to fight back the laugh bubbling in my chest. Sam Winchester, an aspiring magician. Now that's something I would have wanted to see.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, I was thirteen. It was a phase."

Shaking his head, Dean shrugged. "Just... it bugs me. You know, playing at demons and, and magic, when the real thing will kill you bloody."

"Like a guy who drops dead of ten stab wounds without a single tear in his shirt?" Sam noted, talking about the case.

Dean gave a sharp nod as he started to walk again. "That's what I'm talking about."

DPOV

In the victim's hotel room, Liz, Sam and I were in the process of asking his assistant some questions while she packed up all of Vance's- the victim's- things.

"So, did your boss have any enemies that you know of?" I asked.

The assistant nodded. "Vance had plenty of enemies." Leaning down, she grabbed the end of a series of tied-together handkerchiefs and began to pull them out of a bag to wrap them up.

"How so?" Sam questioned.

The assistant shrugged. "He would steal from other magicians. All the time."

"What would he steal?" Liz asked while I frowned at the handkerchief rope that just kept coming out of the bag as if it would never end.

See, this is one of the reasons why I didn't like this kind of magic. I just didn't understand why it was so interesting. A never-ending rope of handkerchiefs? Where's the magic in that? How is it supposed to be entertaining?

That's another thing. Magic is not supposed to be entertaining. It's dangerous. Deadly. Real magic? It ends in death, and torture and mayhem. Real magic? It's messy and gross and bloody.

"Stage effects, closeup techniques," the assistant answered, the rope finally coming to an end. "Anything he could get his hands on."

Pulling my attention back to the assistant, I asked the next question. "Is that enough to get him killed?"

"These guys take this stuff pretty seriously," she noted as she reached over to remove a cloth from a table, revealing a white rabbit. "There you are." Bending down, she picked the rabbit up as I spoke again.

"Did you find anything weird in Vance's stuff? Well, weirder?"

"Matter of fact, I did." Putting the rabbit in a bag, she then pulled something out of a pocket of a cape before showing us the object.

It was a tarot card, the Ten of Swords. The picture on the card was of a man lying on the ground with ten swords sticking into his back.

"I'm guessing this didn't belong to Vance," Sam noted as he reached forward to take the car.

The assistant shook her head. "He hated card tricks. Never wanted them around. Let alone in his precious cape."

EPOV

While Sam was off doing some research, Dean and I walked into a theatre to find a possible lead. Up the front, on top of the stage, hung a sign. The Incredible Jay over the Table of Death. Under that sign of Jeb, on the phone, clearly annoyed and pissed.

"It's a lame gig. I'm in a fleabag hotel doing this man-of-the-people crap, and freaking Angel's in Vegas doing Cirque du Soleil! That should have been mine." He shook his head, even though the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see him. Hanging up, he sat down at a table, across from an older man while the camera crew hovered. "All right, boys, get it in gear, I don't got all day."

Dean and I moved to a table near Jeb's where two older men sat, watching the interview between Jeb and the other older man.

"You Vernon Haskell?" Dean asked as he sat behind the man he was addressing.

"Who's asking?"

"Federal agent, Ulrich. This is my partner, Agent Hetfield," Dean introduced as the two of us pulled out our FBI IDs. "We're looking into the death of Patrick Vance."

Our attention was pulled back to Jeb as he started the interview. "I'm Jeb Dexter. This is Devil Twist. We're chilling at the International Magicians' Convention, which is a dope chance to tip my hat to the wicked cats who came before me. Smoking hot effect last night, Jim."

"Jay," the older man corrected.

Jeb frowned at him, clearly confused. "Huh?"

"My name is Jay."

"Yeah, whatever." Jeb waved Jay off. "We can loop it later."

Vernon shook his head at the younger magician. "What a douchebag."

"Couldn't agree more." Dean grinned as I held back a chuckle. "Is, uh," he pulled the Ten of Swords card out from his pocket, "this familiar to you?"

Turning to give the card a glance, Vernon shrugged as he focused on Jeb and Jay again. "Should it be?"

"Well, we heard that you used tarot cards in your act," Dean noted.

"My act?" Vernon let out a humous laugh. "That was a long time ago. I haven't touched a deck in years, you know..." He held up his hand, showing us how shaky it was.

"Well, do you know anyone who might use them now?" I asked.

Vernon thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Well, there was a guy down on Bleeker Street."

"Oh, yeah. He, he peddles that kind of specialty stuff," the man with Vernon added.

Dean looked to the two men. "Did he have a problem with Vance?"

"Matter of fact, Vance crossed him about a year ago," Vernon answered, voice slightly hushed. "Probably cost him fifty grand in royalties," he added, the man next to him nodding confirmation.

"Would you happen to know where this person is?" I asked as Dean tucked the tarot card back into the pocket of his jacket.

"Four twenty-six Bleeker," Vernon answered without missing a beat.

"Ask for Chief," his friend added.

"Chief?" Dean asked, getting a nod in return. "Thank you." He gave Vernon a pat on the back as the two of us stood, leaving.

...

"Stay close to me," Dean told me as we walked down the creepy looking street, heading for the building Vernon and his friend directed us to.

I wasn't feeling too good about this. The lonely street. The sirens in the background. The dark night. The unending possibilities of danger lurking in every corner of the place. It just wasn't sitting right with me.

Coming to stop at the door of the building we were looking for, Dean knocked on the bars of the door before taking half a step back so he stood closer to me.

The chain-link door inside swung open, revealing a man dressed in black, who looked the two of us up and down.

Trying to play it cool, Dean moved another inch or so closer to me as he spoke to the man. "We're, uh… here to see Chief."

Raising an eyebrow, the guy looked us over once more before opening the door without a word. Stepping to the side, he gestured for us to enter, which we did.

The moment I stepped over the threshold, Dean's hand found its way into mine. I was startled for a moment but didn't question or stop him. I knew he was just being his protective self, so I let him hold my hand as we moved through the dark and mysterious building, following the man as he took us down to the basement.

As we came to a stop, the man turned to us. "Stay here. Don't touch anything," was all he said before he walked off.

Once we were alone, I turned to Dean, shaking my head. "I don't like this."

Looking around, I tried to ignore the gut-wrenching feeling inside me that was screaming at me, telling me to get out of there. The graffiti on the walls, exposed pipes, and dark atmosphere, it all seemed to increase the suspicion growing inside me.

Suddenly some music started playing in the background. We could hear the thumping of the bass get louder as a door opened, the light on the other side streaming in. Another man walked into the room, climbing the stairs, the light coming in from behind him making it hard to get a good look of the guy. That was until he stepped closer...

The was dressed in all leather, carrying a flogger which he used to slap his hand a few times. "You are really gonna get it tonight." He grinned at the two of us.

Dean moved a little closer to me as he tried to explain our way out of his. "There's been a misunderstanding." He grinned, just as embarrassed as I suddenly felt. "I, uh, think we've been had."

"Oh, you ain't been had till you been had by the Chief." The Chief smirked for a moment before he quickly added, "Oh, and before we get started, what's your safe-word?"

Oh, my God...

SPOV

Sitting in the motel room, doing some research on my laptop, I looked up at the sound of a knock on the door. Getting out of my seat, I walked around to go check to see who might be here. As I looked through the peephole, I let out a sigh, seeing Ruby on the other side.

Opening the door, I looked down at her. "What are you doing here, Ruby?"

Arms crossed over her chest, she looked as annoyed as I felt. "I should be asking you the same thing," she countered, pushing past me and into the room.

Closing the door, I followed her to the middle of the room. "I'm working a job."

"The whole world's about to be engulfed in hellfire, and you're in Magictown, USA."

I let out a short, bitter laugh. "You got something against magic?"

"That would almost be funny if thirty-four seals hadn't been broken already." She gave me an exasperated look. "Thirty-four, Sam. That's over halfway. The angels are losing this war. Every day is one day closer, and if someone doesn't do something soon-"

I cut her off, "And that someone is me?"

"Who else would it be? Lizzie?"

"Leave her out of this." If I didn't want anything to do with the end of the world, there was no way I was letting Lizzie deal with it. Not the way Ruby was talking about. "Look, I don't know where these seals are. I don't know squat. So why don't you tell me where you'd like me to start?"

"Well, you can quit dicking around here, for one. Bigger fish, Sam. And if the seals are being broken, you might want to go after the one doing the breaking."

"Lilith?"

"Cut the head off the snake. You're the only one who can stop her, Sam." She stepped up to me. "So, step up and kill the little bitch," she said as she passed me to stand on the other side of the room.

"Oh, I'm game, believe me," I assured her as I moved to where she'd been standing before. "It's not the psychic thing I got a problem with."

"Yeah, I know what you got a problem with, but tough. It's the only way."

"No." It was that simple.

"You know, this would all be so much easier if you'd just admit to yourself that you like it. That feeling that it gives you."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't, huh? Fine." She moved to leave, only to stop herself. "It's simple. Lucifer rises, the apocalypse starts. You think that you have blood on your hands now? People are gonna die, Sam. Oceans of people. So, you just let me know when you're ready." This time, she didn't stop, she just left.

DPOV

Back in the theatre, Liz and I headed over to where Sam stood, waiting for us. Liz and I hadn't really talked about what happened at the Chief's. It was awkward. Not because something happened, nothing happened, really. Once we explained the situation, the Chief was pretty understanding. Apparently, people got tricked into going there a lot.

No, the awkward part was what happened after. When Liz and I were in the dark street again. Standing there, in silence, thinking over what had just happened, and all the memories it brought up. Memories of us.

There was no point in denying my feelings anymore. I liked Liz. I knew. Sam knew it. I was pretty sure Liz did, too. So, standing there, in the ally, by ourselves... yeah it had been awkward.

"Find anything interesting?" I asked Sam as we reached him.

He turned to us. "What? Uh, no. You?"

I shook my head. "Nothing I want to talk about, or think about, ever again." There was no way I was telling him about the Chief. So, instead, I started towards Vernon and his friend as they stood closer to the stage. "The Chief, huh?"

They both turned to Liz, Sam and I, Vernon's friend smirking at us. "What's the matter? Chief not your type?"

I grinned back, but was clearly unamused. "You know, I could have you both arrested for obstruction of justice."

"How? You're no Fed," Vernon stated simply.

"We con people for a living, son," his friend added. "Takes more than a fake badge to get past us."

I let out a nervous laugh, our cover was blown. "You got us. Yeah, we- we are actually- aspiring magicians," I lied.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, we- we came to the convention 'cause we thought we could learn something."

"To get some idea for our new show," Liz finished.

Vernon looked intrigued. "Ooh, what kind of show?"

"Well, it's- it's a-"

When I stumbled on thinking something up, Sam saved the day. "It's a brother act."

"And I'm their assistant," Liz quickly added.

I went on with the lie, trying to make it sound believable. "Yeah. Yeah, you know, with the rings and doves and... rings."

Before anyone else could say more, applause broke out in the gathering audience as someone spoke into a microphone, introducing an act. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Incredible Jay."

"You want to learn something? Stick around." Vernon's friend gestured to the stage where Jay- the guy who Jeb had interviewed earlier- stood.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jay addressed the audience, "what you're about to witness is a feat so daring, So dangerous, even the great Houdini dared not attempt it. I give to you...The Executioner!" Suddenly, a noose fell from the roof as the crowd 'oohed' and 'ahhed'.

...

Jay was now strapped into a straightjacket, the noose around his neck as someone from the audience checked to make sure that he was in fact, securely strapped in.

"Now, sir, as you can see, this jacket is the real article. Thank you, sir." Jay nodded to the man. "You may take your seat." Once the man was off the stage, Jay addressed everyone again. "Now, I will have one minute, sixty seconds, to escape certain death. Let's see if I can do it."

A curtain fell in front of Jay, so only his silhouette can be seen and he began to struggle and a time started to tick away.

He continues to try and escape, but as far as I could see, he wasn't getting anywhere. He was still firming strapped into the jacket.

"I don't think he's gonna make it," I mumbled to Liz and Sam.

The timer kept ticking down. Twenty-five seconds. Twenty. Fifteen. Yet he still wasn't out. There was no change.

As the clock reached ten seconds, Liz's hand grabbed mine, squeezing it tightly. I looked over at her, seeing her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Turning back to the stage, I watched as the timed clicked to zero and the bottom under Jay fell away, leaving him hanging.

People cried out, gasped, stood and looked away as the lights changed so we could no longer see the silhouette.

But the curtains were then pushed aside, revealing Jay, standing there, unharmed and out of the noose and jacket.

People cheered and applauded the act as Jay gave a bow.

"Oh! That was amazing!" I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. "That was freakin' amazing!"

But Sam shook his head, looking at the stage, confused. "That was... not humanly possible."

Bamby

[captainshazamerica]

Yeah I don't like brutalia either primarily because talia is out of his league no pun intended (and ahem she's my wife piss off bruce lol) i love that the impact of thier story is Damian!!!hahaaa

I dont ship babs with anyone really I wouldn't mind DinahBabs but I'm not fussed I just don't like her with bruce or any of his kids, they squished her into a relationship with dick and then in animated movie she was with bruce 😨 and I'm not sure if her and jason ever actually got together but he left her a note confessing his love which she never read so? Also Jay kid going after his big bros ex 😅

I dont really like WonderBat for no reason other than it feels so freakin weird to look at like my brain refuses to process it

I'd die for supes/lois harlivy and alfred/tea 😊 I like that you sent spideypool to superhell hahaa

Dickkory is supreme imo they should get married and let live in peace with thier chaotic super kids

Platonic stucky & SuperBat the brotp feels!!!! Just choosing someone and being like that idiot right there is my brother my family and I'd die for them is just ahhhh you're right platonic ships are the best ❤ohh whose your fav ships/otps ? I mean Lee and Ed yeah? I love ed he's such a poor disaster honestly bless him

💖🌼💖🌼💖

LMAO at Talia being out of his league, the pun fits way too much tho 🤣👏🏻"piss off bruce" lmfaoo, get it!😂 I just dont like that some versions have dub con with her and Bruce, puts a yucky taste in my mouth and kinda tainted the whole ship for me tbh. I like versions of her where she isnt like evil lol. Honestly I dont really ship Bruce with anyone, I like the Ace!Bruce headcanon tbh! But lmao yeah that's exactly where I was going going the impact of the ship being damian ahahaha

Yeah I feel like I just dont know Babs well enough (well in canon, I feel like I know Fanon her way more xD she never seems to be in the stuff I watch and read too much) to go full out shipping her with someone, I dont oppose to DickBabs tho and love a good childhood friend to lovers trope, I just havent seen them in canon much. And yeah never actually heard of DinahBabs, again I'm not opposed to it but I honestly dont know Dinah well enough to ship her with anyone other than canon tbh. Wait which animated movie with babs with bruce?! I for some reason dont remember that?! I know she was Jim's wife in Gotham by Gaslight (hate that but like the movie, especially the street rat Robin's all together omg). But like I can actually see her and Jason a bit, I need to look into that more. Omg he did? Which comics???he is so dramatic tho, he freaking would leave a damn love letter 🤣that's so jason tho to go after his brother's ex too😂👏🏻

Omg SAME ABOUT WONDERBAT, omg, like that's my EXACT feelings towards it! For some weird reason it makes me brain go Huh? But I cant pinpoint why! I mean, she also is too good for him/out of his league lmao

So confession, I've never liked Supes that much at all and only recently started to come around after diving so deep into the Bat and titans world xD So I dont have a huge connection/seen Supes/Lois in much but I do think they are very cute, I just need to watch and read more of them! And Harlivy is iconic man. And are you even a batfan if you dont love Alfred and tea?! Gosh I would die for alfred tbh, he is too freaking pure for this world. That bats would be NOWHERE without alfred man

Lmao about me sending spideypool to superhell 🤣 like listen,there arent too many pop ships I would send there but they are one of them man xD On top of the fact I think of Peter as a high schooler and Wade way older, not to mention wade would corrupt that poor child, the whole ship just gives off Cursed vibes to me man🤣🤣🤣

Bro I need to read more of Dickkory cause while I dont like oppose, i just feel pretty neutral! What makes them supreme to you? Win me over Batanon!! Like I wanna go hard for it but again I guess I just havent read enough of them?(tho again, I LOVE the IG Teen Titans version of the ship!)

Dude YES to platonic stucky and sueprbats!!!! I rarely see them get platonic love in the fandoms!(tho platonic superbats gets more than platonic stucky it seems). But YES! Amen to what you said! I also am an only child so I kinda love any found family sibling vibes, especially bros.

Lmao you know me so well, def Nygmakins (Lee x Ed) is like my otp(he truly is a mess and needs her to stay in line man, Oswald is too much of a mess as well xD ) and I love how she is helping him fight his inner demons type trope and they are both like morally grey at that point in time and the chemistry and ah!

But also, Bbrae (Beast Boy x Raven (in all forms), DamiRae(Damian x Raven(especially in Justice Leauge Dark Apokalypse war), YJ Artemis x Wally (cant think of the ship name at the moment ), and most recently Jaytemis(Jason x Artemis, dif Artemis, this one is an Amazonian Bi queeeen )

[corrupted-shadows]

Bad Times

TW: Gun and Death Mentions

Wilford closed the door to his showroom with a sigh, his hair covered his eyes as he stared down at the ground

Taking a moment he glanced up to the empty room where the animatronic Wilford who was leaning back in the seat, turned off

He walked towards it observing it

“A perfect scan...what does it remember that I don’t…”

He mumbled and sits down turning the animatronic on

After a while, something caught Wilford’s attention

“Two friends...played a game...the most dangerous game. I didn’t know the gun was loaded...I didn’t know...was it my fault?”

The animatronic said and Wilford’s eyes widen

A sudden flashback to that moment played through Wilford’s mind, he watched Mark drop to the ground...the pure panic and fear…

Wilford’s fist tighten before snapping back, he rubbed his face turning off the animatronic

“...”

Wilford stayed quiet glancing down

“Actor is Mark...I saw him die...I saw them all die…”

Wilford said leaning his arms against the table holding his hair

“N-no death doesn’t exist! They always get back up”

Wilford said and stood

“The DA did then...they...disappeared”

Wilford said looking down in confusion

“Then...I found Damien but no one else”

He reached down taking his gun from his pocket, he observed it before opening the Cylinder observing the bullets inside before closing it

Hearing a knock at the door he took a deep breath before putting on a smile

“It’s open!”

He said putting the gun away back in his pocket

He watched as Jim and Jim walk in, Camera Jim stared down as he held his camera that had a broken lenses

Wilford sighed

“Again?”

Wilford walked over helping him take it off

“We were following a story, Jim! And Jim fell while we were chasing Jim”

Reporter Jim said softly

“You know Dark won’t be happy with you two breaking all of our lenses...many of us do have our shows to film”

Wilford said and walked off towards a shelf grabbing a box glancing through it

“3D Jim is always angry”

Reporter Jim mumbled

“But we record with Pink Female Jim! She found a big storm heading this way!”

Camera Jim smiled and Wilford stopped for a moment

“A big storm?”

“Yeah! It’s nothing we ever had before”

Reporter Jim said and Wilford took a moment before grabbing a new lenses putting it on for them

“Alrighty, you two are good to go! I need to see Dark about something so grab what you need and go”

Wilford said and left, heading to Dark’s office he opened the door slowly

To his surprise Dark wasn’t even in his office, Wilford tilted his head confused

“Where could he be?”

Wilford mumbled and closed the door glancing around the halls, he shrugged and started to walk towards Dark’s bedroom

He knocked softly

“Darky? Are you in there?”

Wilford said softly as he waited for a response, not hearing anything he opened the door peeking his head in

Dark wasn’t even in his room, his bed was neatly made and his cane was gone

“What...ugh”

Wilford mumbled and closed the door

“Oh, Host would know! He knows everything”

He smiled and heads off

Managing to find Host after a while he sighed in relief

“Host!”

He called out to catch up with him

“Host turns around quietly to Wilford who seemed to be in distress”

Host mumbled to himself as he turned around, his arms laid against his chest with the bandages over his eyes

“Host, have you seen...well...do you know where Dark is?”

Wilford asked watching the blind ego who stood in silence for a moment

“Host tells Wilford that Dark is on his way to the Septics house, Wilford ask why in confusion”

He mumbled the last part

“What why the septics? That’s strange he never talks with them”

Wilford tilted his head in confusion

“Host tells Wilford that he senses a great unease in Dark”

The host started before shifting his hands

“Wilford thanks the Host and leaves the building”

Host mumbled

“Thanks, Host”

Wilford smiled before leaving the building

Host stands there quietly

“Host sense that something bad is coming”

He said to himself and kept walking

Wilford looked outside watching the Jims and Faith head down towards the outskirts of town, He glanced up watching the oddly dark clouds that were heading towards their way

“He’s probably on the bus”

Wilford mumbled and took a second before appearing right beside Dark, he blinked as he was sitting on the bus beside him

Dark jumped a bit

“Goodness a warning would be nice”

Dark said putting his hand to his chest

“I was looking all over for you!”

He smiled before glancing at Dark softly

“Host tells me you’re feeling uneasy...is that why you’re heading to the septics house?”

Wilford asked curiously and Dark sits back looking out the window

“Not exactly they had a question for me that they wanted to talk about…”

Dark said and glanced at Wilford

“Why are you looking for me?”

Dark asked curiously

“...I was thinking about what happened recently...and I remember what happened”

Wilford said softly thinking

“That night...I remember seeing everyone dead...well mostly everyone, even Celine…”

Wilford said and Dark kept quiet as he stared out the window

“...was it all my fault? That entire night?”

Wilford said and Dark looked at him

“No, none of it was you...it was him”

Dark grumbled thinking

“Also since you knew them best...what happened to DA after that night?”

Wilford asked curiously and Dark froze, he stared outside with slightly widening eyes

“I um...I don’t know honestly”

Dark said and Wilford shrugged

“Huh, I wonder if they’re doing well”

Wilford smiled thinking and Dark sighed before glancing at the farmland

“...So Faith mentioned there is a storm coming our way”

Wilford started

“It’s a storm like we never had...I have a bad feeling about it honestly”

Wilford said and Dark nodded

“All we can do is prepare, supposedly Anti has been having earthquakes while we only had small ones and now a raging storm heading our way...something is wrong because everything use to be...so peaceful here until we saw that Phoenix”

Dark stated before looking at Wilford

“Has anything happened in your city?”

Dark asked and Wilford shrugged

“Not sure! I haven’t been there in a few months, besides the usual snowstorms I doubt we got anything new”

Wilford said curiously thinking

“I’ll go back eventually”

Wilford shrugged

Dark nods, the rest of the ride was just small talk from the two both seemingly lost in their thoughts

At the bus stop, they got off with a sigh

“And to the septics, I go...perhaps you shouldn’t come with me...they only asked for me and um…”

Dark started before Wilford chuckled

“It’s okay!”

He smiled before glancing ahead spotting Anti and the five

“Oh, I wonder what they’re doing! I’ll go hang out with them”

Wilford smiled and gave his goodbye running off

Dark shook his head

“I’ll never understand that man and his constant changing behavior”

He smiled softly before walking off to the septics house

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@timeless-aces @why-killed-markiplier @jack-attack @worldtravelerbuff

[iturbide]

Please, share the chaos.

you guys asked for it don’t blame me

Remember the upcoming Loki issue of Jim Henson’s The Storyteller; get hyped again.

Think about the wedding crashing and where it fits into my personal ordering of the Norse myths, imagine domestic Loki and Sigyn things

Think about Loki’s various relationships through the myths (Angyrboda, Svadilfari, Sigyn), “pretty sure Loki’s genderfluid”

“Also feel like Loki’s allo/aro,” think about headcanon that Loki and Freya are friends with benefits

Get sad about how it all ends, think about the whole ‘self-fulfilling prophecy’ aspect again

Think about Heroes and Loki’s involvement, get upset Book 3 again

Book 3 was where Gustav showed his face for the first time, get mad about that, too

“These kids deserve better,” a sentiment echoed through practically every FE game

Think about Chrom and Robin’s terrible fathers especially, want to punch them

Think about Chrobin instead, chill out

Domestic Chrobin...nice

Think about Chrobin modern AUs and all of the fluffy domestic stuff that goes with that

Think about Cardcaptor Lissa again and how they’re boyfriends

Cardcaptor Lissa includes Grima and Tiki bffs, which is something they both deserve

Grima and Tiki were also bffs in the whole conceptual planning for A House Divided, “wow I haven’t thought about that in forever I miss it”

Do I really want Grima to die and reincarnate or can I get away with him surviving and just being massively weakened? 

Think about the Grima manakete design again, get happy

“I should draw”

Remember I wanted to do Day of Devotion Sharena alt (and possibly comic?)

Also remember the half-dozen things I have been planning to draw before that

Also also remember that idea I had about doodling for a HeartGold run I want to start

Haven’t planned team yet, need to do that, “I wanna Larvitar”

But I’m already playing AC: Valhalla with a friend

The control scheme is kicking my ass though I either need to figure out how to change up the controls or dial back the difficulty from normal to easy

I had this problem in Origins too which may be part of why I still haven’t finished it, I should go do that too at some point

Origins had great vibes for working on the Assassin’s Creed/Fire Emblem: Awakening crossover too because desert

Think about different ways to do crossovers and how a lot of times it’s either fitting characters and world from one thing into the narrative of the other, or adapting the narrative elements from one thing to the characters and world of the other

AC: Awakening is very much the latter, with the overarching concept of the Assassin/Templar conflict to suit the Awakening setting and characters

So are Cursed Fate and the Promare AU huh I really like that particular style of crossover

Promare reminds me that Life Goes On is gonna be such a monster haha

Think about Anankos‘ stuff again, get happy

Think about their Professor Sothis AU, get excited

Think about pre-timeskip fix-it and dragon!Byleth who is there almost entirely because Bany would like that

Think about dragon stuff, remember the comic I tried reading yesterday that advertised dragons and did not deliver, get disappointed

There are other comics that will be updating tonight, look forward to that instead

Have I checked the other comics I follow lately? 

Get distracted temporarily doing that, yay for ✨focus✨

Focus lasts all of 5 minutes, now what the fuck do I do

[gotmilk5101520]

Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 25 A Night to Remember (Part 1)

Yeah well, i really don’t remember any nights.

“We need help! Please!”

“Humans in Trollmarket?”

“What’s going on?” “Fleshbags”

“What are they doing here?” “I don’t trust him”

“They don’t belong here”

“Where are we...?” That’s a long story. You see-

“JIM!” Oh, hey you guys finally decided to show up even though Toby was looking for the Horngazel.

“A changeling!”

“Let’s crush it!” How did they know Strickler’s a changeling? For all they know Strickler is a human.

“Quickly! Bring them both to the examination dwell”

Please be gentle.

“You’re going to be okay, Barbara“

“Mr. Blinky?”

How long have they been waiting? Also Toby, Claire, Blinky, and Aaarrrgghh are in the same spot while Jim isn’t. You mean to tell me they stood at those spots for possibly hours?

“We’ll have to be careful”

“That crazy psychopath will be there”

“Oh! I forgot about Angor Rot!”

“No, Coach Lawrence!”

“It’s the Spring Fling Dance and he’s gonna be roaming the halls” Wait hold up. Episode 22 and 23 are the same day, while episode 24 was the next day. So does that mean that the beginning of this episode was still the same day and that Jim Toby and Claire likely skipped school? That means they stayed the entire day cause by the time Toby and Claire leaves it’s night and Spring Fling already started.

“The Spring Fling, it’s tonight”

”I forgot”

“Your mom’s life is more important than a stupid dance”

“I know”

“But”

“i was looking forward to our stupid dance”

“Me, too” Jim and Claire would’ve won Stupid Couple Dance.

“Haven’t i redeemed myself?”

“The humans have a saying”

“I would describe as accurate”

“NOT EVEN CLOSE!” Me, at Kylo Ren

Wait Toby went in the portal first.

But Claire came out first?

You understood that?

“Let’s make it quick, huh?”

“I’m not a fan of this room” Wonder why.

Oh, yeah.

“Eh...?”

“What’s going on in here?”

“Oh. I know what this is”

“You two lovebirds sneaking around”

”playing “romper room” unsupervised!”

“Us?” “Yeah”

“No way” “No. After all, Claire’s saving herself for Jim. OW!”

“So”

”When you and your friends said you were going camping...”

“We were getting a Triumbric stone from a place called Gatto’s Keep”

“Right”

“And when Steve crashed his Vespa?”

“Um... vulture troll”

“And your guidance counselor?”

“Blinky”

“He does give me a lot of guidance”

“I should’ve told you sooner”

“Maybe none of this would have ever happened”

“You’re suppose to be able to tell me anything”

“Whatever is happening, whatever it is you’re afraid to say”

“I want you to tell me, face to face”

“Believe it or not, there was a time when you used to share everything with me”

“I never should have lied to you”

“What do you mean”

“you won’t undo the binding spell?”

“I thought you cared about my mother!”

“I do”

“Much to my surprise”

“and quite deeply”

“In fact, i might even love-”

“Do not finish that sentence!” Jim would’ve killed him on the spot if it weren’t for the binding spell.

“You see my predicament, Young Atlas”

“I have my own interests to consider here”

“What interests?”

“The spell has been the only thing keeping you from harming me, for one”

“I won’t harm you”

“I promise”

“Wuss”

“And what of your troll friends?”

“They have no love for me”

“As my present confinement demonstrates”

“What’s to stop you from throwing me to the wolves the second my connection with your mother is severed?” He does have a point.

“Fine”

“I have an ace in the hole i was saving for swim class”

“But...”

“Blech!”

“Ugh!”

10/10 acting.

“Back up, everyone”

“I know CPR”

“No! No, no, no, No!”

“No, no!”

“NOOOOOOO!!!”

“Ugh!”

“Remind me never to choke”

“What are you waiting for?”

“Okay, take it! Take it!”

“Take your medical thing! Whatever! Okay!”

’Whatever it is, i don’t know!”

“You’re going to be just fine, Toby” And Toby stopped thinking.

“Come on, hurry! Angor Rot could be anywhere by now!”

“I’m trying!”

“Concentrate!”

“What do you think i’m doing?”

“Talking to me!” No one can concentrate when someone talks to them.

“The weak human thinks she has the will”

“to power the Skathe-Hrun” “The Gronk-Nuks Hitter” “THAT’S NOT WHAT IT’S CALLED!”

“A staff of such power is not meant”

“to be wielded by man!”

“I am not a man” OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!

“Eat brick”

”Hamburger face!”

“When i’m finished with the girl”

“I’m coming for you-”

“Ugh!”

“Rule number 3″ Always kick them in the gronk-nuks.

To be continued.

Part 2

[portals-to-a-new-world]

A Bad Boy

*gif not mine*

Who?: Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader

What?: Bones doesn’t want to go to a random 1920s themed party, so Y/n offers him a challenge. Smut ensues.

Series?: Yes! Sequel to A Good Suit

Word Count: 5.3k+ (TRUST ME I KNOW I’M SCREAMING TOO)

Warnings: Listen. We all know I’m a slut for suits. So you can bet your ass this is as smutty as all hell. That being said, semi public almost smut, language, being tied up, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (male receiving), mild choking, dom!reader, listen it’s straight filth kay? Kay,

A/n: Okay so. Surprise? Lol I had been toying with this idea since I wrote Suit but it only came around thanks to @bakerstreethound​ mentioning having a 1920s themed party and well. This just spat itself out 😂 As always, thank you so much to Ace for everything she does. She’s an angel and I love her. 

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“There is no way in hell-”

“Aw, come on, Leo! You haven’t even seen my dress yet!” You called out the open door. You could hear him scoff and grumble a reply from the bedroom. Shaking your head, you resumed the somewhat tricky task of styling your hair in the period-accurate style you’d picked out. Once finished, you wrapped your robe tighter around you and walked back into the bedroom, grinning at the sight that greeted you. You’d been planning both Leonard’s and your outfits since the party was announced, and you couldn’t have been happier with the results. You’d picked out a blue pinstriped suit, complete with a black vest and royal blue silk tie for Len. And damn if he didn’t make you want to forget the whole thing and just drag him back to bed. He raised an eyebrow as he turned when you entered the room.

“I don’t think that robe constitutes as a dress, let alone being period-accurate, darlin’” You rolled your eyes and ignored him as you walked to the closet. You grabbed the dress you’d picked out, a classic flapper style that was solid black with gold accents, and laid it on the bed. Leonard whistled as you shrugged out of the robe, and you couldn’t keep a grin from forming as he walked over. “Now, I know for a fact that ain’t accurate.” He said, reaching up to play with the strap of your bra. In fairness, he was right. The lingerie you’d picked out would have never passed for accurate, but you’d known that when you chose it. You’d also predicted that it would absolutely drive Leonard mad. You winked at him as you replied.

“Just have to be our little secret.” He scoffed, moving to kiss you, but you turned away before he could. “Besides, they had garter belts towards the end of the decade.” You grabbed the dress and slid it on. “Zip me?” You asked, and he happily obliged. You smoothed the dress out before turning back to face him. “Whatcha think?” You asked, holding your arms out. He offered his hand, and you giggled as he twirled you and pulled you against his chest.

“Gorgeous as ever.” He said softly. “Let me tear it off and show my appreciation?” His lips were ghosting yours, and you leaned forward into the kiss. Clearly thinking he’d won, his hands reached down and began to pull your dress up, but you pulled away and grabbed his wrists.

“After.” You said with a grin. He huffed and swung his head in annoyed resignation. Suddenly something occurred to him, and he turned back.

“I seem to recall you sayin that you’d never be able to be around me in a suit without jumping me.” You took a step back to admire his form and nodded.

“And I fully intend to, after we get back.” You said, stepping around him to grab your bag. He spoke up a few moments later.

“What do you say to a compromise?” He asked. You turned back to look at him.

“I’m listening.” You said with a bemused smile on your face.

“We go, but we leave early.” You considered his proposition for a moment when an idea struck you. You grinned mischievously as you walked towards the door.

“I’ll tell you what, McCoy. How about a challenge instead?” He raised an eyebrow in question. “If you can manage to get this,” You pulled your dress up to point at the garter resting on your thigh. “Off of me, I’ll leave early with you.” You slid your skirt back down as he scoffed.

“And just how the hell am I supposed to do that?” He asked, accent twanging slightly. You shrugged with a smirk.

“You’re the one with the legendary hands. That’s the offer, though. Take it or leave it.” He stood still for a few moments, thinking it through. You beamed when he finally nodded his head.

“Fine, but when I-”

“If.” You cut him off, but he just gave you a look before continuing.

“When I get these legendary hands on you, you’re gonna regret it.” The smirk was still plastered on your face as you replied.

“We’ll see about that, Doctor.”

The rules were simple. Leonard couldn’t just blatantly reach up your dress, and you couldn’t refasten any straps once he’d got them undone. His first few attempts consisted of him trying to cheat and just force the garter down by running his hands down your thigh. He finally gave up that notion after nearly being busted by Jim.

“This is impossible.” He grouched when Jim had walked away. You laughed and took his hand to drag him over to one of the tables that had been set up around the room. “What-” You cut off his question by placing his hand over the front clasp of the belt.

“The dress is loose, Leonard.” You guided his fingers, keeping close as to not draw attention. “It’s like using a towel to pick something up.” He finally caught on, and the strap was unhooked a few seconds later. His hand started to move around to the back of your thigh, but you caught his wrist and pulled it away. “I ain’t letting you win that easy, cowboy.” You said, earning a huff. “I will let it count, though, so that means you’re a third of the way there.” You leaned up as you spoke and trapped his hand against his chest. He leaned down to meet you, then rolled his eyes when you pulled away at the last second. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“Fine. Bring me a bourbon?” He asked as you walked away, and you threw him a thumbs up over your shoulder.

“Sure thing, pretty boy.” You swayed in time to the music as you made your way over to the bar. It took you a moment to get the frazzled bartender’s attention, and once you told him your order, you turned to face the crowd. As your eyes slid over the throng, you spotted your best friend in a secluded corner with a handsome stranger clad in a dark tux. You grinned, it had taken you hours to convince her to come at all, and judging by the way the man was whispering in her ear, it was more than worth the effort. She caught your eye and smirked, but before you could wave, she nodded her head back in your direction. Following her gaze, your heart skipped a beat as your eyes found Leonard. He was looking at you like a slice of Ma’s peach cobbler, and he smirked as you began to blush. Damn that man. Despite the heat in your cheeks, you held his gaze, almost silently conversing across the room. Your lips began to turn up in a smirk as well as you realized what he was attempting to do.

“Your drinks, ma’am.” The bartender spoke behind you, and you spun and flashed him a grin.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He smiled back, and you grabbed the drinks and turned back to face Leonard. Still smirking, he lifted a hand and pulled his classic ‘come hither’ gesture. Oh, that’s it. You turned back in the direction of your friend, finding her being led towards the balcony. She happened to look over right at that moment, and you waved her down and started towards her. She leaned up to speak to her mysterious new friend, and they seemed to argue for a moment before he finally walked away right as you approached. She smiled as you wrapped her in a hug.

“Someone’s having an interesting evening, huh?” She asked when you broke apart. You snorted and gave her a playful shove.

“Look who’s talking!” She flushed and glanced over at the man, now standing at the bar. You giggled and set the drinks down.

“I wouldn’t bother setting those down.” She said, tilting her head to point over your shoulder. “Here comes trouble.” You looked behind you and groaned. Leonard was attempting to make his way through the crowd to you.

“What am I gonna do with that man, Sparky?” You said, earning a small squeak. You laughed and turned back to her.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.”

“Mhm, but you love it when he does.” She huffed and crossed her arms.

“He’s not here, though, is he?” She quipped. You shrugged, still laughing. “You know, that’s a real nice tie your husband is wearing.” It took you a moment to process the conversational left turn, but once you realized what she meant, you couldn’t keep the evil grin from emerging.

“You’re a genius, yknow that?” She winked at you, but before she could respond, a hand landed on your back.

“Good evening, Ensign.” You turned your head to find Leonard smiling politely.

“Doctor McCoy. You look rather lovely tonight.” Your friend said. Leonard smiled a little wider and nodded at her.

“Thank you, and so do you.” He turned his head to look down at you for a moment before looking back at her. “Do you mind if I borrow our (YN)?” She looked at you, and you rolled your eyes before nodding.

“Not at all! I believe my new friend wants my attention anyway.” She said, turning her attention towards the man in question. You looked over at the bar where he stood staring. “(Yn), let me know how that project goes, okay?” She asked pointedly. You grinned and shot her a wink.

“Of course, Sparky.” You said. She rolled her eyes, but her grin gave her away as she turned to leave. “Something I can help you with, Doctor?” You asked, turning your attention once again to the man beside you. He said nothing and instead pulled you out onto the deserted balcony. The door barely closed behind you before his lips were on yours, and you were suddenly grateful for the railing behind you. His hand began to slowly drift down your waist as he kissed you, almost reaching its destination before you once again grabbed his wrist to stop him. He broke away from your lips to lean down and start kissing at your neck. “Can we just skip to the part where you give in and leave already?” He rumbled as he nipped at the spot beneath your ear that never failed to make you gasp.

“And what makes you think I’ll give in, Leo?” You asked, slightly breathless. He pulled back with a smirk.

“Cause you can’t resist me.” Your own lips curled up into a smirk at his response.

“If you’re so confident, how about we up the stakes?” You asked. He took a step back and crossed his arms across his chest, gesturing with one hand to indicate he was listening. “I’ll give you one hour to unfasten the remaining three straps.”

“Just unfasten, not remove the garters?” He asked, his hand moving up to sit beneath his chin in his signature thinking pose. You nodded and closed the distance between the two of you.

“Correct. But if you fail,” You reached up to straighten his tie before giving it a sharp tug. “I’m afraid your hands are tied.” He looked down at his chest, his eyes lighting up at your implication.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sugar.” He said with a cocky grin. You chuckled and offered him a hand.

“Do we have a deal then?” You asked. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into a kiss.

“Game on, sweetheart.”

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If you thought Leonard was handsy before, it was nothing compared to his renewed determination. His hands scarcely left your body for more than a minute or two, much to the chagrin of everyone you tried to speak to. Impressively, he managed to get one strap unhooked within the first ten minutes, catching you off guard from behind. The second one took him much longer, nearly forty minutes into the challenge. He pulled it off while sitting at one of the tables out on the balcony with Jim and Spock. He had slipped his hand subtly beneath the table, and your dress, while arguing with them over the nuances of 1920s culture. You had been so impressed with his composure that he’d had the strap unhooked before you could even attempt to stop him. The only visible hint of a reaction at his success was a slight twitch of his lips, and you struggled to maintain your own composure as he slipped his hand further up your dress. He continued speaking as he began to stroke the sensitive flesh on your inner thigh, slowly dragging his fingers higher until he was brushing up against your panty covered core. Right as you began to think he was going to finger you right there in front of God and everybody, Spock turned his attention to you. 

“Lieutenant, what is your opinion on the matter?” Heat flooded your cheeks as you tried to subtly shove Leonard’s hand away.

“I’m sorry, I must have zoned out. What are we discussing?” You said, hoping your voice didn’t betray your racing heart rate. If Spock noticed anything about your husband having his fingers damn near inside you a few seconds prior, he gave no indication as he replied.

“The role that women commonly referred to as ‘flappers’ played in the rapid changes following the passing of the 19th amendment.” Jim was the next to speak, his eyebrows raised at the way Leonard was trying to hide his smirk behind his drink.

“I don’t think they had that big of an influence. Suffragettes were the true feminists of the early 20th century.” He said. Deciding to get a little payback, you shifted in your seat, disguising your movement as you placed your hand on Leonard’s knee. The man himself tensed, and his eyes darted over to you as he realized what you were doing. 

“Well, now, I disagree, Kirk. While the suffragettes did lay the groundwork for feminism as a whole, flappers were the first to advocate for de facto equality.” You said. Leonard sat his glass back on the table and twitched in his seat as you lifted your hand a little higher to squeeze his thigh. “They represented a whole new woman, one who was strong, independent, and liberated from society’s views on sexuality and ‘proper’ behavior.” You slowly slid your hand higher as you spoke until you were grasping Leonard’s half-hard cock through his pants. You turned your head to look at him as you continued. “Absolute queens, wouldn’t you agree, Len?” He inhaled sharply as you began to stroke him, your movements still subtle enough to go unnoticed. Seemingly unable to speak without giving himself away, he simply nodded, and you grinned and released him. 

“Well spoken, Lieutenant (YLN).” Spock said, still oblivious to what was happening just across the table. Jim, on the other hand, seemed to have picked up on your little game, and he was looking at you in a mix of shock, amusement, and mild disgust. You shrugged slightly and shot him a subtle wink.

“Thank you, Commander.” You said. Jim stood to his feet and walked over to clap a hand on the Vulcan’s shoulder.

“Come on, Spock. I think Bones isn’t feeling too well.” Jim said, and Leonard shot him a glare. Spock turned to look at Len in concern.

“Is everything alright, Doctor?” He asked. Leonard nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, must have eaten something bad,” Len mumbled. “I’ll be fine.” You suppressed the smirk threatening to emerge as he shifted slightly. Mercifully for him, Spock simply nodded and followed Kirk away to another table where Chekov and Sulu were laughing. The moment the two were out of earshot, Leonard was turning to glare at you. “Are you out of your mind?!” He demanded.

“You started it, McCoy.” You stood as he looked around, making sure no one was watching as he adjusted himself. You walked behind him and leaned down to press your lips against his ear. “Oh, and you’ve got less than fifteen minutes to go. I’m starting to think you want to be my little plaything for the night.” You could feel him shudder at your words, bringing a smug smirk to your lips. 

“Darlin’,” He groaned as he reached around to grab your wrist. You tugged it loose, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair instead. 

“Tick tock, Doctor.” His eyes closed as you dragged your nails along his scalp, a shuddering sigh escaping him. 

“If I win, I’m gonna make you scream until the sun comes up.” He said darkly. You huffed out a laugh and tilted his head to kiss him.

“And when I win, I’ll make those pretty lips of yours beg for me, and maybe, if you’re really,” You kissed him again, hard. “Really good for me, I might even say yes.” He growled and leaned back in to kiss you, but you stood up straight and walked away. Going by your estimates, it would take him around five minutes to get himself back into a state where he could walk around comfortably, and then another two to locate you in the crowd. You wandered the room, speaking to various crewmates and keeping an eye on the clock as you did. Five minutes passed uneventfully, and you were grinning as you continued moving about the room. When another five passed with no sign of him, though, you began to worry. Surely he should have found me by now? You began to search the crowd, looking for him. I hope he’s not actually upset. Suddenly you spotted him, his tall form retreating towards the door. You headed towards him, challenge forgotten as you rushed to catch up. “Leonard!” You called out as he stepped through the door, but he either didn’t hear you or ignored you as he kept going. You picked up the pace, dodging through other people until you finally made it to the door. You swung it open and stepped out, snapping your head left and right to look for him. A yelp escaped you as hands grabbed you and pulled you out the door before slamming you against the wall. You barely had a moment to recognize who it was before a pair of familiar lips crashed into yours, and some part of you registered the sound of your watch beeping as you melted into the kiss. You didn’t bother stopping him as he reached to yank the final strap loose before pulling back with a triumphant smirk. 

“I win.” You laughed and let your head fall back against the wall. His face fell as you continued to laugh. “What, damn it!” You swiped at your eyes before holding up your still beeping watch. 

“About 3 seconds too late, darlin.” You said, and he glared at the watch before tilting his head and groaning in frustration. 

“Fu-.” He looked back at you and sighed. “I guess I’m all yours then, sugar.” You grinned and kissed him once again.

“As if there was ever any doubt.”

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Despite grumbling and scowling all the way home, the moment you walked through the door to your shared apartment, Leonard’s enthusiasm began to shine through. 

“So, what does the lady have planned?” He asked, a hint of darkened lust underlying his flippant tone. You glanced at him over your shoulder as you reached down to undo your shoes. 

“Lose the jacket, the vest, and the shoes. Socks too, if you want. All the rest can stay. Go wait on the bed while I get this makeup off.” You said.

“Aye, Captain.” He gave a dramatic bow and a wink before disappearing into the bedroom. A rush of anticipation hit you, leaving you almost giddy as you sped through removing your makeup and taking your hair down. Leonard was lying back on the bed as you walked in, arm over his eyes.

“Do you know what I ought to do to you for all the trouble you’ve caused tonight, McCoy?” You asked as you approached the bed. He sat up, cocky smirk out in full force.

“Not exactly, but a man can dream.” He said. Keeping your expression neutral, you walked over to the bed and turned your back to him. 

“Let’s put those sinful hands of yours to use while you still have the chance. Unzip me.” He stood and dragged his hand up your side before grabbing the zipper. His lips found your neck as he slowly pulled the zipper down, ghosting his fingers along every inch of skin that was revealed. You let him have his fill for a few moments, but he was gonna have to learn that his hands could be more trouble than good. You spun, relishing in the look of surprise on his face as you pushed him back down on the bed. He licked his lips as you slid the dress off. “I gave you one task tonight.” His eyes found yours, curiosity alight in the hazel orbs. You gestured down at the two garters that remained tied around your legs. “Since you couldn’t manage it with your hands, you’re gonna have to find some other way to get them off.” He raised an eyebrow, thinking it through before a solution presented itself to him. He reached out and pulled your leg up, leaning forward to grab ahold of the article with his teeth. You inhaled sharply as his lips dragged along your thigh, and his eyes never left yours as he repeated the action on the other leg. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He murmured against your skin, having moved to pepper kisses along your thighs. You smiled, running your fingers through his soft hair. He started to move higher, and you took the opportunity to grab ahold of the roots gently and pull him back. Leonard looked up at you, eyes widened and mouth agape. 

“Give me your tie.” You commanded quietly. He closed his mouth with a snap and swallowed thickly as he reached up to loosen and hand you the silken tie. “Stand up,” You said, offering him a hand to help him up. Once on his feet, you took a step back and wrapped the tie around your wrist for the time being. “Strip for me. Then lay down and put your hands over your head, wrists crossed.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice was low, almost breathless as he followed your orders, and already his accent was beginning to thicken deliciously. Your eyes drank in his form as he slipped off his shirt, and you smirked as he kicked off his pants, the visible tent in his boxers revealing just how much he was enjoying this. As he lay down, you busied yourself with removing your own remaining garments. A groan from the bed drew your attention, and you looked back up to see Leonard leaning back on his elbows as he watched you. You raised an eyebrow, and he looked you up and down before responding. “You’re so gorgeous, darlin’.” You walked over to the bed, unraveling the tie before crawling over top of him. 

“What did I say?” You asked, reaching down to grab his wrists as you straddled his midsection. You guided him to place them over his head. You leaned over him to expertly loop the tie through the headboard and around his wrists. You gave it a quick tug to make sure it was secure and gasped in surprise as you felt his lips close around one of your nipples. You quickly pulled back, fighting a moan at the way your sensitive bud was tugged from between his now smirking lips.

“Guess I’m just bad tonight.” He said, shifting beneath you as he adjusted to his new position. You dropped your hand to push it up his chest, stopping to wrap around his throat as you leaned in. His eyes glinted with mischief as you tightened your grip.

“Do you want me to fuck you anytime in the near future, Leonard McCoy?” You asked, glaring down at him. He tried to nod, but you raised your hand higher on his throat and gave it a squeeze. “Use your words.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He rumbled, and his jaw clenched as you released his throat before leaning down, so your face was barely an inch from his. 

“Then you better check yourself. This is your last warning. Behave, or I will leave you tied to this bed and go handle myself in the living room. Understand?” You said. He inhaled sharply and shifted beneath you once again.

“I understand.” He said, his eyes dropping to your lips for a moment before returning to yours. “Can I please have a kiss?” You pretended to think about it for a moment before leaning in to give a quick kiss. You smiled as he tried to chase you, groaning softly as you pulled away. You smirked down at him as he dropped his head back in resignation before you leaned down to claim his lips in a searing kiss. He matched your pace, wanting to have as much of you as he could before you’d inevitably pull away once again. He took a shaky breath as your tongue darted out to swipe against his lips, and your hands slid down his sides. He silently opened his mouth to you, letting you dominate the kiss as you trailed your fingers over every inch of skin you could reach. Finally, though, you had to break apart for air, and you moved to kiss down his neck. You shifted to where you were straddling his legs as you continued to kiss down his body. He groaned and struggled beneath you as you slid your hand down his front, almost reaching his leaking member before darting off to slide down his thigh instead. You lifted your head to look at him with a smirk as you dragged your nails carefully up his leg.

“You want me to touch you, doctor?” You asked as you brushed by the crook of his thigh. “Want me to kiss you all better?” You leaned down to suck a mark above his hipbone, relishing the way his hips jumped up involuntarily. You looked back up to see him tugging against the restraints and nodding. You tsked and moved to trail just the back of your fingers along his shaft. “Come on, I want to hear you say it.” You said.

“Sugar,” He threw his head back and groaned as he tried to yank the restraints free. You brushed against him again, and he finally gave in, saying the words you wanted to hear. “Yes, please.” You hummed in satisfaction, and he looked down right as you dropped your head to lick him from base to tip. He hissed as you sucked him into your mouth, slowly working him until he was brushing against the back of your throat. “Oh, fuck, darlin’,” He moaned as you pumped what little you couldn’t fit with your hand, matching in rhythm as you bobbed your head. “Aw hell- yes, god just like that,” He was still struggling against his restraints, yanking harder as you pulled back to swipe your tongue around his tip before taking him as deep as you could. You slowly began to pick up the pace, using different tricks to see what sounds you could get the good doctor to make, and your arousal growing with each one with that escaped him. “(Y/n),” He gasped. “I’m-” You pulled off him, earning a frustrated shout. “Goddam-” You cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips, and once he was silent, dropped it down to rest on his heaving chest. 

“You still with me?” You asked, making sure he was okay and still comfortable in the roles. He took a couple deep breaths and nodded. You grinned and moved up to kiss him. “Good.” You said against his lips. “Cause I want you to fuck me properly,” You spoke in between increasingly desperate kisses. “You think you can do that?” You asked, kissing a path to whisper in his ear. He once again nodded.

“Untie me, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk straight tomorrow, sweetheart.” He growled, voice rough from the gasping he was doing only a minute prior. You smirked widely, moving back to his lips to give him a questioning nod. 

“Yeah?” You asked and reached up to play with the bindings for a moment. “Then show me what you got, cowboy.” You barely got the tie loose before his hands were wrapping around you, and his lips were crashing into yours. He paid you back for every moment of exploration your own hands had done, sliding over your skin without aim. You moaned against him as his fingers dipped between your legs, finding your clit with ease and rubbing tight circles around it. He flipped the two of you, so you were beneath him as he slid two fingers inside you and buried his face in your neck. “Leo-” You gasped as he curled them perfectly, earning a smug grin that you could feel against your skin. Fortunately, he hadn’t the patience for anymore teasing. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you and replaced it with his cock, sliding into you inch by delicious inch until he was buried inside you to the hilt. He moved to kiss you once again, giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch before pulling his hips back and slamming into you. “Oh, fuck! Leonard-” He didn’t give you a chance to finish, going straight into a fast and hard rhythm that had you scratching and clinging at his shoulders. His lips found yours, swallowing your moans and whines as he hit impossibly deep within you. His hands slid down your sides, one moving between your bodies to resume stroking your clit while the other gripped your ass for leverage to adjust his angle. You cried out as the fire began to build in your lower abdomen, and Leonard broke away from your lips to growl in your ear. 

“Am I being good enough for you now?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his question, earning a breathless chuckle from him as well. 

“I’m so close, Leo.” You whined as he continued his relentless pace. He dropped his head to suck a mark at your pulse point right as he brushed your g-spot and stroked your sensitive clit perfectly, and you screamed out his name as the blinding pleasure overwhelmed your senses. Leonard’s hips lost all sense of rhythm as he chased his own release, and it wasn’t long before he was crying out as well, emptying his seed deep inside you. He dropped his head to rest on your shoulder as he caught his breath until you finally had to gently prod him. “Len, cmon. Let me up, and I’ll get a towel.” He slid out of you but made no move to let you go. “Leonard-”

“Wait, just wait a second.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and laying his head on your chest. “We’ve both got to shower anyway, just let me hold you for a bit.” You sighed, lifting your hand to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Sounds like you’re just looking for an excuse for round two, McCoy.” You said, amusement robbing your voice of any sternness. He chuckled slightly.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just want to hold my stunning wife and tell her that I love her.” He said, releasing you to push up and cup your face in his hand. You instantly melted, and he smiled and leaned in to press his lips to yours softly. He was still smiling when you broke apart, and you couldn’t help but match it. “Then again, I could kill two birds with one stone and do that while I’m fucking her in the shower.” You rolled your eyes and grinned before shoving him off you with a dramatic sigh. 

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I resist?” 

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TiO - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace,

Warnings: This is normal procedure now, Swearing, Faggotry, Gay shit idk, Homosexual tendencies, Another weird dark joke,

Notes: a ha ha...enjoy. Song used is TiO by Zayn. Dolly is an OC that belongs to my buddy, Dio.

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs​

Bobby practically put his lips against his mic, crooning into it. “I can taste it on your mouth, and I can’t leave it. You’re a freak like me- can’t you see? We can work this something out, and I’m believin’...You get off on me, it’s like cheating” he shrugged, pulling away to let Deep take control of the song he mainly wrote himself- Bobby helped with the sound of it, but the lyrics were all him.

“I, I, I, I just want to watch you when you take it off” Deep purred, eyes falling softly closed. His fingers strummed against his guitar as he saw fit, just like how he planned. “Take off all your makeup, baby, take it off-”

Bobby and Beep caught each other glanced over at Ace. “You know?” Bobby mouthed to him.

“You do too?” Beep mouthed back.

“Did I not yell ‘hypocrite’ the other day?”

“Take off all your clothes, and watch you take it off~”

“Fair” Beep mouthed, shrugging.

Bobby, Deep, and Beep sang “take if off, take it off, baby, just take it off” twice, Deep controlling the next verse.

“Push me up against the wall, don’t take it easy” Deep grabbed his mic stand, shaking his head. “You like it hard like me...it’s what you need” he scoffed, smirk just about noticeable.

“Nice song?” Peep asked, appearing by Ace.

“Let’s get naked and explore, our inner secrets. For what it is,”

Ace crossed his arms, looking down at him. “Surprising coming from you- doesn’t your brother singing like that make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s what it is.”

“I mean, duh” Peep playfully rolled his eyes. “But, you gotta suck it up. You’re in a band with family, can’t get in the way of the fact that you’re in a band, full stop.”

Ace nodded in agreement.

Peep looked up at him, wondering if he truly was unaware that the song’s main element was the fact that Deep wrote it about him.

Deep repeated the chorus, Damien taking on the next line.

AKA, “Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off.”

Bobby carried on with “take it off, take it off, just-”

“Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off- take it off, baby just take it off” Deep sang, a hint of genuine pleading in his voice. His eyes were still closed, who knows what was happening behind his eyelids?

“Ow!” Bobby exclaimed, the Buddies giggling all around him.

“He always do that?” Gene asked, appearing beside Peep.

Peep jumped, holding Ace’s arm as if he was gonna protect her.

Ace grinned.

“Uh- yea. Either to make us laugh, or if it’s part of a- of a suggestive song- like this one. It’s kinda his thing, y’know?”

Gene looked her up and down, nodding and walking off.

“God.” Peep sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Ace.”

“No worries, Peep” Ace pat her head.

Deep straightened out his fingers, trailing them slowly up his microphone stand in a suggestive manner. “I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on.”

“And it’s all mine” Bobby purred.

“I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on” Deep riffed ‘on’, Peep, Bobby, and Beep catching Ace’s impressed expression from behind his excessive makeup. 

Deep delivered the final chorus, the other men of the Buddies taking on vocalizations, echoes, and backing vocals. He panted silently when he finished, hearing Frankie tap his drumstick together in applaud.

Ace joined in, with actual applaud. “Sick shit, Deep!” He called.

Deep chuckled, turning to look over his shoulder. “Ah, thanks” he nodded, the attention from the others slowly leaking off of him and onto other things. “Hey, Ace, wanna hear something?”

“You know it” Ace grinned, pointing at Deep with both pointer fingers. He walked towards Deep, towering over the man because of his platformed boots.

“I went to the store to buy some condoms. When I went to the checkout, the lady asked me, do I need a paper bag? I said ‘no, I’ll just turn out the lights.’“

Ace exploded in hyena-like laughter, some of the Buddies laughing along because they overheard. He doubled over, grabbing Deep’s shoulder to help him keep steady.

Deep looked at Ace’s hand on his shoulder, blushing lightly. Slowly, he put his hand over Ace’s to ‘keep it from slipping’, if he were to get asked why. 

Ace put his other hand on Deep’s other shoulder, pushing on them to help him stand back up. “Wow, man- wow,” he panted, dumbed down to a fit of giggles. “You ‘n’ your siblings really know your shit, huh? Joke-making and lyric-writing...what more could anyone want?”

Deep got his hopes up with that, eyes going slightly wide. “Wow, I mean- I dunno. Charisma? Looks? Good in the sack?”

Ace shrugged. “If you can make someone laugh, there’s a chance that’ll be all you need.”

Deep felt his hopes reach as high up as the heavens. “Y’think so?”

“I know so. Hey, you should tell that to your brother. He tryin’ so hard to get to Starchild? Crack a joke or two, funny is sexy.”

Deep nodded obediently, “yea, sure, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Good boy” Ace purred, patting Deep’s head and walking away.

Deep watched, same as always. Blue eyes trailing from the broad shoulders of Ace’s silly spaceman outfit, to dangerously loitering around his narrow waist.

“Snap out of it” Maria scoffed, shoving Deep.

Deep rolled his eyes. He turned around, seeing Beep talking to Starchild a way’s away from the stage.

“How’s your lil’ crushy-dushy going?” Bobby giggled, chin on Deep’s shoulder.

“‘Crushy-dushy’?”

 Bobby platonically kissed Deep’s cheek. “Uh-huh, and ‘crushy-bushy’ for Beep. I need a name as stupid as the idea that you two fell for a couple of our employers. Why can’t you be more like your sister-”

“Like I haven’t heard that enough in my life-”

“Shut up,” Bobby snickered, dragging out the ‘u’ in ‘up’. “Anyways, Derek, why can’t Benji and you be more like her, and simply be scared shitless of Gene, leaving him for Dolly to take care of?”

Deep scoffed. “Rats, my bad for falling for people using the feelings I can’t fuckin’ control. Whatever shall I do?” He dramatically apologized.

Bobby kissed his teeth, playing with the tassels on his jacket. “Steal a pair of my gogo boots-”

“You have more than one?”

“You don’t?” Bobby jokingly shot back. “Steal a pair and be closer to Ace’s height. Simple.”

“Then what?”

“Well, start playin’ this new single and start feelin’ and touchin’ and kissin’ and-”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear what a usual night between you and Cliff is like” Deep teased.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“No thank you.”

“I’d shove you but clearly, I’m not the one you want pushing you against walls, eh?”

“...Touche.”

“Push me up against the wall” Bobby crooned as he turned around, smiling as he watched Ace talk to Peter. “Ace’s my favourite, but don’t tell the others that I said that. You made a good choice. Now you just gotta catch it.”

“I know that.”

Bobby turned Deep to face him. “I believe in ya, Deep. Honestly. I believe in you ‘n’ Beep almost as much as I believe in Cliff ‘n’ me. Cliff ‘n’ me, we’re eternal. I believe in us more than anyone and anything in the universe. You understand, don’t cha?”

Deep nodded. “Yea, I do. Each time I see that ring he got for ya, I do.”

Bobby waved his left hand in front of Deep’s face, remembering their first conversation about it.

Bobby hopped into the the seat behind the passenger seat of Frankie’s car. ”Onward, ho!” He exclaimed, his buddies hollering along as they drove down the street. ”What’s on the plate today, prostitutes?”

Penelope, aka Peep, leaned back in the passenger seat. ”We’re hitting the roads today, doing whatever in between, and ending it off on some good ol’ cliff jumping. Kapeesh?”

Bobby nodded obediently. ”Vague, exciting. Very fresh.” He counted heads, “where’s Maria?”

Benji, aka Beep, sucked his teeth. ”On a date. Some guy named, uh, Jim? James? Heck if I know” he shrugged.

Derek, aka Deep, sat between Beep and Bobby. ”Speaking of dates, I heard someone finally tamed the wild and chaotic Bobby D. Brightside~” he teased, nudging Bobby.

“No, no, no. Someone finally tamed Cliff goddamn Booth, that’s the feat” Beep corrected. ”The dude’s a unit, and you’re telling me he popped a nice ‘n’ shiny ring for for a scrawny motherfucker from Baltimore?”

Bobby smiled sweetly, blushing at the mere thought of Cliff..

“Aw, rats- we lost Bobby. Hey! Earth to Bobby!” Deep called, nudging him.

“Eh?”

“You were gone for a second. Got a Cliff-induced smile.”

“That happens, y’know that. You got an Ace-induced grin yourself. Like how Beep’s got a Starchild-smile.”

“Well...You’re right, but Jesus, you didn’t have to say it.”

Bobby laughed. “I know y’both mean well, I do. Just...tread lightly, alright? Love in the world of rock ‘n’ roll can prove to be dangerous at times, no matter the people involved” he sucked his teeth. “And trust me, people can do some...weird shit, for love” Bobby winced. “I happen know from experience” he added, remembering the adrenaline rush he got from the night he strangled Billie Booth, in that fateful alleyway, on the fateful night that he got away with her murder.

And to this day, not a single person knows he killed her. No one. Not Cliff, Rick, the Buddies, KISS, MJ, Dolly, Soup, Emil, Floyd, Bruce, no one. And it’s gonna stay that way.

“Don’t- Don’t fall into that weird, scary pit. Okay? Same goes for Beep” Bobby asked, pointing over at Beep and waving at him.

Deep arched a brow, but decided not to ask any questions. 

Bobby hasn’t been very secretive about his past, so anything he hasn’t told the Buddies, Deep assumed it must be something too personal.

Deep understands that. He nodded. “Got it, Bobster.”

Bobby smiled, patting Deep’s cheek. “Atta boy, Deep.”