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mellometal · 4 years ago

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Hi, everyone.

I have something extremely important to talk about that is NOT fandom related. I really do hope this can reach everyone on here, especially since it's still Autism Acceptance Month.

A few quick questions for anyone who happens to see this before I dive right into this: Have you ever heard of Dhar Mann? If so, have you ever seen his videos? What do you think about them?

If you don't know who Dhar Mann is, he's a content creator whose main platforms are Instagram and YouTube. He makes these videos about various scenarios from a couple on the brink of divorce, to kids bullying one of their peers, even about Autism Spectrum Disorder. All of his videos have some kind of message at the end that really drives the point home. One of his most recent videos is about ASD, which is what I'm going to discuss today.

Personally, I think some of his videos are interesting, despite the concepts being reused and recycled over and over; however, how I feel about the video he made about ASD is the complete opposite. I'll summarize the video he made so you don't have to watch it. (If you really want to watch it to see exactly what I'm talking about, I'm not gonna stop you. Do what you need to do in order to form your own opinion.)

The video Dhar Mann made about ASD is about this boy who excludes his autistic brother from participating in activities with his friends at school. The boy bullies his autistic brother and does pretty much everything to make his brother's life Hell, even going as far as to pretend that he doesn't know his own brother. The boy "instantly regrets his decision" when their mom is called into the school to discipline her son for bullying his autistic brother. What his mother says is what REALLY upsets me. The message of this video in particular is this, WORD FOR FUCKING WORD. I wish I was kidding. But here's the message below:

How the video concludes is the boy reluctantly includes his autistic brother in every single activity, the boy sees his brother's potential, and they live happily ever after. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

As an autistic woman who works with disabled people for a living, that message Dhar Mann put in this video specifically is not only extremely ableist, but is also spreading misinformation about ASD.

News flash to all the people who still spread misinformation about ASD: Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school, nor is every single autistic person a young white man who's a Super Genius™️. (I could go on all day long about how the media stereotypes autistic characters and autistic people in general, but that's a whole other topic.) No autistic person is the same, meaning we all fall on the spectrum in different places and all that jazz. There's no "look" to autistic people either because no autistic person looks the same.

Autistic women exist.

Autistic girls exist.

Autistic nonbinary people exist.

Autistic BIPOC and AAPI exist.

Autistic people who are completely nonverbal exist.

Autistic people who are completely verbal exist.

Autistic people who are in the middle of being nonverbal and verbal exist.

Autistic people who require minimal to no support exist.

Autistic people who require moderate support exist.

Autistic people who require full support exist.

Autistic LGBT people exist. (Reason why I bring this one up is because the media almost always shows cishet autistic men and I don't see autistic LGBT representation very often, if ever.)

Autism isn't something you can "catch". People have this same mentality about ADHD and Tourette's Syndrome too, which, by the way, you can't "catch" either.

Autism doesn't "go away" when you reach adolescence or adulthood. Why? BECAUSE AUTISTIC TEENAGERS AND AUTISTIC ADULTS EXIST. Autistic kids grow into autistic teenagers, then into autistic adults.

You can't "cure" it either. Unless you can build a time machine and a device to go back in time to change how a person's brain develops, there is no cure. ABA therapy is a fucking shit show in itself that does more harm than good.

The title of the video is a real squick for me too. It's mostly because I don't particularly enjoy people using person first language (the "boy with autism" part). I've seen many other autistic people on multiple other platforms sharing that same sentiment and preferring identity first language (autistic person). There are also others who prefer using person first language and those who don't have a preference. That's all perfectly valid. Whatever you prefer people using when referring to you, or whatever you refer to yourself as, in this case, is totally valid and I love you. This goes for disabilities in general, not just Autism Spectrum Disorder.

Regarding the message in this video, here's my response to it! A quick heads-up, my response is VERY long and VERY passionate. I was VERY close to making a response video where I tear that video apart AND tear Dhar Mann a new asshole. Unfortunately, it worked me up so much that I was really struggling with what I wanted to say and I had to stop multiple times because I kept stumbling on my words. That's how angry this message made me. I'll try my best to explain whatever parts you have questions about. I put my response in the nicest way I possibly could, despite me seething with rage, wanting to go OFF on him.

(The first part of my response are the first three screenshots, and the second part are the last three screenshots.)

The first part of my response, I did forget to add that the message is offensive and disrespectful to autistic people as a whole. I apologize. My initial comment got way too long. I pretty much covered that when I told him the message is ableist. I wanted to clear that up before anyone asks about it.

The second part of my response is me opening up about my experience with being diagnosed with ASD, formerly known as As//per//ger's Syn//dro//me, at sixteen years old. I also went into how not calling ASD what it truly is (which is a disability) and calling it a "different ability" instead is extremely harmful and is treating being disabled like it's a bad thing.

By the way, saying that a disabled person is disabled isn't a bad thing. I'm disabled. It is what it is. Does it have its challenges? You bet. Does it help me with certain things? Hell yeah. I can really absorb information about my favorite bands, characters, shows, books, etc., and tell you a lot about those things. For example, I can tell you that Su can't ride a bike or read manga and she's okay with that. I can also tell you she can't tie her shoes very well, which is why her boots don't have laces and are slip-on and/or zip-up. But that doesn't mean my struggles are nonexistent or that I never struggle. I do, and it makes my life Hell at times.

The narrative that autism is a bad thing to have, every autistic person is somehow broken and they all need to be "fixed" is also super fucked up and not true. That's the narrative that I received when I was diagnosed by a therapist I had. I'm gonna be real here, I cried when I was first told that I was diagnosed with ASD. I felt like I was broken. I already felt like a total outcast. Being told about my diagnosis made me feel even more broken than I already felt. I was so ashamed of myself, despite me not doing anything wrong whatsoever, that I masked for SEVEN YEARS of my life. I masked for so long that I forgot I was even diagnosed with ASD in the first place. I wasn't taught how to really put my special interests into good use. I kinda had to figure that out on my own. I was pretty much under the assumption that me being interested in anime, cartoons, music, comics, theatre, writing, etc., to the point of obsession, was somehow weird and hurting people around me. You know, despite those things being harmless. Despite me being able to separate those things from other things that are important (like work, for example). Despite my only surviving parent, other family members, and the woman he was dating at the time completely overreacting and not bothering to see exactly what makes these things so special to me.

(By the way, having a disability does not completely make who a person is. There are a lot more things that make who a person is than that.)

It's kinda shocking that I wasn't able to come to terms with my diagnosis until this year. Considering that I masked for so long due to being ashamed of myself, plus being treated like a burden for being disabled, it's probably not very surprising. I initially thought at the time that it was the worst thing to have, as I was already struggling with enough shit back then, but came to realize it's not a bad thing. It doesn't change who I am. But I'm glad I came to terms with it finally nonetheless.

This is getting way too long, so I'm gonna wrap things up here. If you've read this far, thank you so much. I'm sorry this got so long!

If you watched the video, what are your thoughts on it? If this is your first time hearing about Dhar Mann, how do you feel about him? If you're a Dhar Mann fan, did this change your opinion on him in any way? Feel free to sound off in the comments!

Have a great day, everyone!

#mello speaks #dhar mann #autism acceptance #autism spectrum disorder #being autistic isn't a bad thing #autism isn't a different ability stop fucking saying it is #autistic community #autism self advocacy network #autistic women and non-binary people network #fuck autism speaks #i had to say this #dhar mann will live to regret his decision uwu #autism acceptance month #autism speaks does not speak for me #light it up red #light it up gold #no puzzle pieces #tw dhar mann

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mayflowers07 · 4 years ago

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So a while ago I did a poll to learn who the fandom sees as the Ultimate Dad, and I figured it was time to compile the results

Zed, Ren, Hypno, and Jevin: zero votes*

Etho, Beef, Keralis, TFC, and xB: one vote each*

Cub: two votes

Mumbo and Iskall: three votes each

Grian and Doc: four votes each

Wels: five votes

Scar: six votes

Impulse: fifteen votes

Tango: sixteen votes

Xisuma: nineteen votes

Joe and Bdubs: twenty-one votes each

Meaning that the ultimate hermit fandom dad is a tie between Joe Hills and Bdubs, with Xisuma coming in third and Tango barely beating Impulse out for fourth.

So yeah, now we know exactly which members of the server you sad gays project your family issues onto.

*so I actually forgot to include Hypno, Etho, and Beef on the original quiz... whoops. I based their results off of comments left on the post as well as an ask sent to me, but of course the data is probably still skewed because of it. My bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#hermitcraft #hermitblr

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asoulofstars · 4 years ago

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Whumptober 2021

Day 4: Trust Fall (“Do you trust me?” | Taken Hostage | Pushed)

Fandom: XMCU

Once again based specifically off of @paradisecost and my AU. I cried writing this. Whoops. The end came rather unexpectedly even to me.

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The big cloak Logan had gotten her wasn’t doing much to hide her wings; it honestly made her more conspicuous. Her wings were thirty-three inches from the edge to where they connected with her skin, a full sixty-six inches from edge-to-edge. The cloak couldn’t do much more than hide the vibrant color, and her discomfort was obvious.

“We’re almost done,” Logan muttered. “And then you can take that off.”

Riona almost smiled. It was unnerving sometimes, how he could read her mind despite not knowing her the way that her Logan did. But she also liked that there wasn’t a lot she had to say with this Logan. Especially because the things she did want to say were supposed to be things she said to her Logan, but she couldn’t help that her heart just ached for every Logan she might ever come across.

“Hey, Riona, keep up,” he said, gruff but gentle all at once, and Riona realized that he was a good twenty feet away as she got lost in her thoughts.

“Right, sorry,” she said, bouncing over to his side.

“I’m just gonna get a rope and tie our waists together,” he grumbled. “Don’t need you getting lost.”

Riona tried not to get lost in her thoughts again as he finished his shopping, getting supplies for them and Charles. She noticed him tense up, and she frowned.

“Logan?”

“Drop your cloak; fly off as fast as you can. Don’t lead them back to Charles, just hide somewhere. I’ll come get you.”

“What—” Before she could finish her question, a net went flying over top of her.

Logan snarled, whipping his claws out, but she felt a gun press against her head.

“Now, now, Wolverine. Put those claws away, and we won’t hurt your little friend here.”

Riona swallowed, despite the fear shivering down her spine, and looked up at Logan. “Don’t do it.”

“Oh, Miss Starsight, we do happen to know who you are. A bullet won’t kill you immediately, but you don’t heal fast enough for us to not strip your wings down after. So, Wolverine. Sheath those claws.”

Logan growled, long and deep, and Riona knew the sound of a caged animal. He sheathed his claws, but she knew that he was just biding his time until the opportunity arose to unleash the beast within. It was a noise that should scare her, but coming from Logan, it only fueled the hope that she clung to, because Logan was not just an animal. He was smart, had lived so many lives, and he was never going to just back down.

They didn’t speak until they were at their secondary location. They had tied them both up rather awkwardly, with Logan’s arms bent back and tied up with her wings. They were then left alone, and Riona took a deep breath.

“What’s the plan?” she asked.

“Do you trust me?” he replied.

“Without a doubt.” She chewed her bottom lip. “As long as your plan doesn’t include sacrificing yourself, anyways.”

He snorted. “No, I’m getting us both out of here. I’m not dying today.”

“Okay. Do what you have to do then.”

“Hold as still as you can; I know your wings get stiff, but those need to be still, too. I don’t think I can get us free without cutting you, but I can get us free without slashing you up, because these fuckers forgot I don’t have to use all my claws at once.”

She tried not to laugh at the usage of fuckers, especially since the mood was otherwise tense. Freeing them was just step one. “You’d be surprised what my pain tolerance is. Go ahead.”

He did it so fast that Riona barely felt it. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t be bleeding, but it was a small price to pay. Logan took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

“Don’t let your blood get anywhere; we don’t know what they might use it for. Stick close, and if I tell you to run, do it.”

Riona nodded. She didn’t like the ordering her around, but she knew that if he told her to run, she better do it, because he could take care of himself, and he could do it a lot better if he wasn’t worried about her getting in the way.

“Come on.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her close against him.

His other hand was claws out and ready, and Riona shivered slightly. Getting out was actually fairly simple, and she was surprised that Logan didn’t have to fight there way out. He seemed to be wary of that.

“Come on. This way.” He found a manhole. “They’ll expect us to head for the forest; you have wings, and I have my sense of smell. We’re gonna hide down here, coat ourselves in anything gross to mask our trail, and get the hell out of dodge.” He tapped his temple. “Charles can listen for us; help figure out where to hide and when we’re close.”

Riona nodded. She climbed down first, and she blinked and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. It wasn’t much of an adjustment; her eyes were used to gazing at minimal light; she spent too much time awake at night. He squinted. She smiled a little.

“What?” he asked.

“Just…the signs of old age. How about I lead, and you just tell me where to turn?” She took his hand again.

“Well, fine.” He tugged on her. “Let me look at your back first, though.” He dropped her hand.

Riona slipped off the jacket. She could feel where the blood had stained the fabric, even if they were never going to see it against black. His fingers felt against her, and he let out a low rumble, mostly coming from his chest.

“I’m sorry I had to do that,” he said gently. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” she said. “Come on, Logan. I trust you.” She didn’t think there was anything more to say, but he was still too tense. “Logan, I know you never would have done it if there was another option. Besides, the adamantium is better than the bone was. My Logan woke up because of me yelping when he nicked me in his sleep. Adamantium is so sharp you can’t even feel it.” She took his hand again, leading him into the darkness.

“You feel it when it stabs you. Maybe not just a cut.” His voice was low, but she could hear the twinge.

“Fair enough,” she replied. “But you didn’t hurt me. You did what you had to do to get us out, and you didn’t nick my wing at all, which is appreciated.”

“Yeah.” He let out a huff of air.

Riona just held onto him and pulled him deeper into the underground maze they’d found themselves in, but she knew that they were safer down here and together.

“Turn left ahead,” Logan said softly.

Riona squeezed his hand to acknowledge him and pulled him to the left as they approached the new tunnel.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her again.

“Always,” she said.

“Take another left.”

She did, and before she knew what was happening, he pulled out of her grasp, and he gave her a gentle push. She was no longer in the dark, back in the gardens of the school. She swallowed hard, looking back at where she had last seen him.

“Good luck,” she whispered. “Fuck.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Riona!” A familiar voice was loud, and then she was wrapped up in his arms. “Charles said he’d get you home.”

“It wasn’t Charles,” she said. “Or, maybe he helped, I don’t know. But it was you.” She clung to her husband, and she cried into the crook of his neck.

“I’ve got you, Riona.”

She nodded. He always did. No matter what version of him it was. She hoped that the other Logan could find peace, and she hoped that he wouldn’t be alone when he died.

#whumptober2021 #no.4 #do you trust me #taken hostage #fandom: xmcu #oc: riona #medium: fic #written in the stars (my writing)#paradisecost #v: hope is a precious thing #everything changes but the heart #ask to tag i guess for any tws or anything else

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ganvitosh · 5 years ago

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EPISODE 3 VOTING RESULTS

The results are in. The votes have been cast. Let’s go.

Okay, so, first of all,

I was not expecting this many responses! I know that Befriendtown is a somewhat niche part of the MCSM fandom, but having 38 responses was a pleasant surprise!

The first few days were pretty close, with Olivia, Axel, Aiden, Romeo, and Ivor all fighting in a long, funny tie - At the end of the day, Axel and Ivor (6) still ended up tied, in a separate tie from Olivia and Aiden (9)!

It was fun seeing some of the underdogs (Shoutouts to Ellegard, Mevia, The Warden, and Fred for each getting one vote) pop up - Luckily, they’ll get their next chance when Episode 3′s development is finished and Episode 4′s voting begins :P

A common thread was the amount of people voting for either their ship, or the next logical step in the route - There were 6 different responses that were only Olivia and Axel! (The second most popular was Aiden/Romeo, with 3 responses)

But you’re not here for the funny little graph quirks, you’re here for the final results.

Well, let me announce the two routes in Episode 3: Planting Seeds for Leading Onwards! (working title)

With 12 votes and 10 votes respectively.... The routes in Episode 3 are Radar and Romeo!

(I would have a better reveal pic, but I forgot to save the project file. Whoops!)

Please watch this space as we start work on Episode 3!

--Nick 💚

#Nick 💚#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm befriendtown #fangame #update announcement #announcement

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realfuurikuuri · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Series: Part 1 of Mao Mao: The Hero Without an Arm Summary:

MissingArm!AU: When escaping the cave, it wasn't his tail that got crushed. In exchange for his innocence, he gained a sordid past. The Pure Heart Valley seemed like a good place to escape. To start a new life with a new family to forge a new identity. However, when the past rears its ugly head Mao Mao's forced to step up or be put down.

AN: I'm back with a late chapter, but to make up for that it's longer than usual. Yay! Again, I'm not very good at predicting how long all of this will be. With this whole Corona thing, I've found enough time to actually get this out in between everything. I hope this chapter at least puts you guys under quarantine and everyone not under quarantine at ease. As always follow @spookylovesboba whenever you can find her and enjoy the chapter.

Badgerclops blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the sun before he realized he was just tired. He watched the blue smudge, which he guessed was Adorabat walking up the steps. She waved at him so Badgerclops waved back, or she tripped and fell, he couldn’t tell. He started the aerocycle’s motor, flying back because he had it in reverse, and flying the right way when he fixed it. He wanted to go back home, get some sleep, check on Jǐngtì, but he figured he should probably pick up supplies while he’s in town.

The early morning air was cool, but it was slowly warming up. He checked on the blob since he was heading that way. It was still in the taped barrier. Looking at it he had to wonder if it had gotten bigger. He couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t slept since… before he went camping. He was nearing his third day without sleep and by god, it was starting to show. His mind was covered in a thick haze that made his head burn. His vision was cloudy, considering his eye was prosthetic, couldn’t have been good.

The supplies shop wasn’t too far from the fountain square. He was surprised to find Penny and Benny running it. (He could swear they did deliveries) who handed him a receipt written in crayon. He wasn't sure if that was legal; Mao Mao was the one who knew the laws, not him. Badgerclops stood off to the side watching the three-foot fools try to tie the stack to the back of the aerocycle. He made sure to give them some gummy worms as payment before taking off again. He was sure that was illegal, but who's going to arrest him?

Badgerclops went in low when he saw HQ. Too low, in fact. Badgerclops jumped off at the last second, watching the aerocycle carve a ditch across the front lawn. He stumbled towards HQ to poke his head inside. The noise hadn’t woken Jǐngtì. He was peacefully asleep. He almost envied the little bastard. He couldn’t envy anyone who called Mao Mao their dad. Much like his father he would be a great help with fixing everything. Badgerclops tapped his chin, considering waking him up before he relented with a sigh. Let him sleep , he told himself.

Badgerclops stepped back outside to examine the aerocycle. The supplies on the back weren’t damaged, but the aerocycle certainly wouldn’t be flying. A real crock of shit considering he had to pick up Adorabat in like… six hours? Would six hours of sleep be enough? Would he even have that much free time? He had to fix the house and even worse, he forgot to buy furniture!

Badgerclops harrumphed as he sat down to order it all, using his arm instead of a computer as he should’ve from the start. He went for 2-hour delivery even though it was $40 extra, mostly because he wanted to see if they’d actually do it, before he took the supplies off the Aerocycle. The stack was heavy and tall, making it hard to walk and even harder to see.

Getting it through the door was easy considering he didn’t have a door, or a doorframe, or the walls surrounding it. That didn't stop him from tripping over his own feet, landing with a loud and undignified scream. He could feel the weak house foundations begin to shake.

Badgerclops lied there, waiting for the shaking to stop or the floor to give in.

By some miracle the house settled back down. The floor only gave a disturbing groan when he forced the supplies off. He peeked over at Jǐngtì who was still asleep. Kid could probably sleep through an earthquake , Badgerclops thought to himself, stopping just short of mumbling it out loud. Knowing his luck that probably would wake him up.

Badgerclops’ luck held out more than he thought when he sorted the supplies to find it all in one piece. He sorted the plywood, slicing it into boards with a laser so he could fix the floor. It was tedious and tiring, especially when he had to stop to nail down the boards every so often. When he finished he overlooked his work. It looked fine, until he realised that he cut the new boards too large.

It was fine. It was fine. It was fine. Fuck, no it wasn’t! This was going to bother him all the time if he didn’t fix it .

Badgerclops pulled up every board he just placed to cut them again before placing them back down. He looked over his work again, even breaking out a ruler to make sure he got it right.

Next he had to fix the door. He cut around the broken edges of the wood, using the leftover planks to seal the massive hole. He then set up the door frame and door. He probably should have done the wiring for the doorframe later because he shocked himself time and time again trying to set it up.

That was enough for now , Badgerclops told himself as he sat down. Fatigue had given him a headache that drummed inside his skull. He wanted to just lie down on his new floors and fall into a coma, but he knew himself too well.

If he stopped now he wouldn’t get this done in time. He pried himself out the chair, painfully leaning over to get the polish, varnish, and felt-block to buff the damage out of the wood. He dragged himself to a part of the wall, right next to the kitchen’s entrance, that had three large gashes running across it. He squirted the polish and began rubbing it down. The damage didn’t go away. Badgerclops rubbed again, this time putting a little bit of elbow grease. The damage still didn’t go away. Badgerclops rubbed with all his might. Until the felt-block was snatched out of his hands by Jǐngtì.

Fuck! He didn’t even know he was awake. Jǐngtì glared at him, waving around the felt-block. “You forgot to take off the plastic,” he said.

Sure enough, the felt-block was still wrapped in the thin cellophane packaging. Whoops. Badgerclops reached for it; Jǐngtì threw the package aside. “What are you doing,” he asked.

“Just trying to buff some chips in the wall.”

“Those look like scratches.”

You know, now that he actually paid attention they did look like claw marks. Badgerclops took out the golden finger and held it to the scratches.

“You think this made the marks?”

“No. That didn’t make the scratches. The finger doesn’t fit. The point enlarges to quickly and metal would leave much finer impressions in the wood.”

“Where’d you learn to spot tracks.”

“From my mom. She’s a bounty hunter, isn’t she?”

“Fair point, but who made those marks then?”

Jǐngtì unsheathed his claws and held it to the marks,” I don’t know. Mao Mao certainly didn’t make these. They don’t match cat claws.”

“Wait, so does that mean Mao Mao got into a fight with a third person?”

“I suppose?”

“Then who was that third person?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll get an idea after going the fuck to sleep.”

With that Jǐngtì hobbled off and went back to sleep. Badgerclops might as well follow his lead. He went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Badgerclops woke up the sound of his alarm? No, it was the doorbell. At least he knew it worked. Jǐngtì was still asleep, or maybe he wasn’t. He liked faking it alot apparently. He probably was awake. Whoever was at the door spammed the doorbell like they were pretending they were Mao Mao if he hated doorbells. Badgerclops got up, stretched and went for the door. The door took a bit of effort to open. Huh, going to need to fix that , he noted to himself.

On the other side of the door was Penny and Benny. Aw shit . He totally forgot about the 2-hour delivery, considering their furrowed brows, their clenched fist, and the hellish fursy in their eyes Badgerclops probably had them waiting quite some time. At least they waited.

“We waited four hours ,” the pink one screamed at him.

“And I don’t regret it, now where’s the furniture I bought?”

They unloaded the furniture off the truck. Badgerclops expected it to be in pieces like an IKEA puzzle, but it was all in one piece. Good, saved time. Badgerclops went to wake Jǐngtì up, but the bedspread was empty. He kept an eye out but didn’t look for him. Jǐngtì was bound to show up sooner or later. He was directing the duo as they set down the furniture when he felt a hand brush up against his back. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Jǐngtì gave Badgerclops little more than a glance as he toppled over. He was too busy sorting through a bunch of candy and knick-knacks in his hands.

“You’re just like your dad. Too sneaky for your own good.”

“Don’t compare me to him.”

Badgerclops quickly changed the subject. “Where’d you disappear to?”

“Just took those two’s wallets and went through the truck,” he said flatly,” look at these goobers. They didn’t have any cash, just... this .”

He showed Badgerclops the random crap he stole. Sure enough, the gummy worms he gave them were mixed in.

“You shouldn’t steal.”

“I’m not going to stop.”

“That doesn’t mean stealing is okay, even if Penny and Benny are... odd. I didn’t know they ran the supply store and the delivery service, but I’m not going to judge them for it.”

“They don’t run both shops,” Jǐngtì said. “The ones who run that shop are Lenny and Jenny, their twins or something.”

“What? They don’t have twins.

“Are you sure? How many times have you seen those two doing different jobs? It's all different people. Like nurse Joy. A bunch of different people who look alike.”

Badgerclops felt the need to disagree yet he couldn’t find any counterargument. The valley having a large litter of twins wouldn’t even be that bizzare.

“Huh, Badgerclops slowly nodded,” I didn't know that.”

Jǐngtì raised an eyebrow. “Did you know I also wrote gullible on the ceiling?”

“I’m not gonna fall for that.”

“So you’re too smart for that, but not enough to realize that dozens identical twin duos doesn’t make any sense?”

“Do you just make things up to mess with people?”

“Yes. Was that not clear?”

They continued the conversation until Penny and Benny walked up to them and held out their hands. Badgerclops didn’t know what they wanted, so he took a guess and gave them a high five. That wasn’t the answer. Their brows furrowed and he could see veins popping on the yellow one’s neck. Gross.

“So, what do you want little guys-”

Badgerclops was immediately taken aback when they screamed,” we want to get paid.”

“Alright, alright. Geez just take my gummy worms and go.”

They did take the gummy worms, but they did not leave.

“This isn't enough,” the pink one said.

He handed them some more gummy worms, but they still didn’t leave. “This still isn’t enough,” the yellow one said.

“Well, how much do you want?”

“Enough to cover the 2-hour delivery and then four hours waiting so six hours.”

“Doesn’t feel like six hours-” Badgerclops stopped, realizing that he forgot again.

He turned back outside to the aerocycle. “Right, haven’t fixed it yet,” he groaned, looking for an alternative.

Penny and Benny’s truck was looking rather fine.

“Hey, Jǐngtì. Hold those two down for a bit,” he shouted over his shoulder,” I gotta pick up Adorabat.”

Amazingly enough, the doors were unlocked. It's been a while since he drove something with wheels. He’d have to manage. First came the ignition, and he doesn’t have the keys. He was about to find some other way when Jǐngtì tossed him the keys.

“Didn’t you say that stealing is wrong,” the kid snidely asked.

Badgerclops started the engine, “do as I say not as I do,” he called out as he headed into town.

* * *

Badgerclops managed to arrive early by his standards. Adorabat wasn’t the only one waiting on the school steps, at least. Badgerclops honked the horn to get her attention. She started looking for the noise when he kept honking the horn. Badgerclops had to lean out the window and wave at her to get her attention.

“How was school,” he asked.

“Skewl was fine.”

He never understood why she pronounced ‘school’ like that. Was it a regional Pure Heart Valley dialect?

“Where’d you Penny and Benny’s truck,” she asked.

“I borrowed it,” he lied, driving off.

On the way, he passed by the blob again. This time he was sure it had gotten larger. More concerning, it had taken more sweetipies hostage. He’d have to deal with that sooner rather than later.

“Is Jǐngtì still home,” she asked abruptly.

“He likes disappearing, but he should still be there. Why do you ask?”

“He kinda scares me.”

Badgerclops would disagree if he didn’t understand why. Jǐngtì had kidnapped Adorabat. Kidnapping makes a horrible first impression. He would have thought that was obvious if he and Tanya hadn’t done it. He guessed that was one thing he had in common with his mother. He would ask if Mao Mao scared her, but he decided that was a question for Ol’ Blue or someone better at parenting.

* * *

Badgerclops drove back to HQ. Jǐngtì had tied up Penny and Benny were sitting on them to keep them from leaving, although it looks like the sweetipies had given up trying to resist. He let the sweetipies go at Badgerclops’ behest, cutting the rope only to have it turn into a leaf. They quickly got in their truck and left. Badgerclops wasn’t eager to stop them if it means he didn’t have to pay. Almost assuredly not legal, but Badgerclops wasn’t going to arrest himself, now was he?

He had to commend the kid's work ethic. He finished getting all the furniture in himself without being told. Or maybe he just wanted to sleep in an actual bed tonight. Badgerclops ordered pizza before finally getting the TV working. The pizza arrived, and the three of them stayed up late into the night. He put her and Jǐngtì to bed before putting the final touches on the repairs.

He was done before dawn, but having a working TV was reason enough to stay up till dawn. Creeaak . Badgerclops turned his head to find Jǐngtì silently sneaking out.

“Where you going,” he asked.

“Probably back to the Sky Pirates.”

“You can stay if you want.”

“Nah, you have to pick Mao Mao today, don’t you?”

That was today, wasn’t it?

“Well, you’re always welcome to come over.”

“Yeah, well… uh, next time my dad isn’t here I wouldn’t mind spending the night again.”

“I’ll be sure to do that. Oh! Before you go,” Badgerclops quickly got up and gave the kid a hug. It wouldn't have been so awkward if Jǐngtì didn’t go freakishly stiff. “Woah, you good, little dude?”

“Yeah, just didn’t expect that.”

They said quick goodbyes as Jǐngtì left. With a few hours to spare Badgerclops figured he might as well get some sleep.

* * *

He meant to pick Mao Mao up at 10 in the morning, instead, he brought him back at noon. It would've been later if Adorabat didn’t beat against his stomach like a drum to wake him up. He carried Mao Mao inside because the fool refused to use his crutches. He looked over HQ with a weird look in his eyes and a flicker of the ear.

“You good,” Badgerclops asked.

“Yeah, just put me down for a second.”

Badgerclops obliged, but he still had Mao Mao lean on him for support.

“Things... look different,” mumbled Mao Mao/

“ I had to buy some new furniture and stuff-”

“Mao Mao!” Bagderclops was interrupted by Adorabat flying in from the kitchen. She slammed right into Mao Mao’s chest for a hug; wouldv’e knocked him off his feet if Badgerclops wasn’t there.

“I’m glad you're back,” she said.

“It’s good to be back,” he said, accepting her embrace.

#fanfic #MMHOPH #Mao Mao #Badgerclops #Adorabat

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ao3feed-snowbaz · 6 years ago

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you bring out the worst in me

https://ift.tt/32O0Q85

by angryjane

What happens when they get back to Watford?

Words: 2921, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Penelope Bunce

Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch & Simon Snow

Additional Tags: Mild Smut, Non-Graphic Smut, Angst, Light Angst, i've never written smut before sorry guys, I'm Sorry, Sad with a Happy Ending, Songfic, POV Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Pining Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, but at the same time, Established Relationship, Post-Book 2: Wayward Son, not v spoilery, Watford (Simon Snow), Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow in Love, Simon Snow Doesn't Have Wings or a Tail, bc i forgot about them, so let's pretend they're still magicked away, Mentioned Penelope Bunce, Angst and Fluff and Smut, This Is STUPID, Tie Kink, whoops, BUT LIGHT, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch Is Gay for Simon Snow, Depressed Simon Snow, but not a lot, No Spoilers for Book 2: Wayward Son, except a little bit, barely

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32O0Q85

#snowbaz #snowbaz fic #snowbaz fanfiction #snowbaz ao3feed

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totalshiptrash · 7 years ago

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Static In My Soul

Title: Static In My Soul

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Ship: Hank Anderson x Connor RK800

Style: PWF, Domestic / Established

Spoilers: Post-pacifist best ending

Setting: Hank’s house

Connor sighed heavily as he entered the house, the sharp thunk of the analog lock reassuring as he shut the world out of his personal sanctuary. No wonder Hank preferred not to upgrade it - there was something so visceral about the sound that it instantly lowered his stress levels at least 4% as he kicked off his shoes.

With more clicking sounds came even greater stress relief: Sumo had noticed his arrival home and was rapidly headed his way from the kitchen where he’d been napping. Connor felt a smile come to his lips as he knelt down to greet the huge dog in return, burying his face in Sumo’s soft fur as he scritched behind his ears and down his back.

“Jesus, Connor, you look like shit,” came a voice. The android initially sent by Cyberlife looked up, his pleasure at being home failing to hide the exhaustion in his eyes and the still slowly whirling yellow of his LED. Hank offered him a hand to help him up, which Connor gratefully accepted. The lieutenant didn’t release him as he stood, pulling him closer instead and wrapping Connor in a tight embrace. Connor sighed again, though much softer this time, pressing his forehead against Hank’s collarbone. “Really running you ragged down at the tower, eh?”

Now that the revolution was finished - finished, ha! - there was an incredible amount of what Hank termed “diplomatic bullshit” to wade through. Markus was the leader, of course, but with so many androids either so new to freedom as to be completely clueless what to do or simply unequipped to process the kinds of high level strategy, psychoanalysis, and legal intelligence required, it was no surprise that it fell to Connor to become his second in command. The Jericho crew assisted, of course, but none of them were as capable of navigating the tensely charged political tightrope the newly birthed android nation now found itself walking.

“You have no idea. I wish I could just stop running simulations and projections for five minutes,” Connor huffed. Hyperbole was another habit he’d picked up from Hank, but as the human often noted, ‘bitching may not solve a problem but it sure feels good.’ Connor didn’t truly begrudge the workload - he preferred having something useful to do, after all, and it was his duty to his people besides.

“Five minutes, huh? I think I could handle that, at least.”

Connor shuddered - Hank’s vocal tone had dropped down into that deep, husky range that made him incredibly weak in the knees, sending frissons of electricity down his spine. His slim fingers dug slightly into Hank’s back as the older man’s own thick digits slid down Connor’s sides, squeezing his hipbones slightly before ghosting across his ass to pick him up by his thighs. Connor reflexively brought his legs up, tightening them around the detective’s waist as Hank kissed the android on the temple and then edge of his jawline, pushing Connor’s head to the side for better access to his neck. Connor hummed appreciatively, eyelashes fluttering on his perfect, freckle-dusted cheeks as Hank carried him down the hallway to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them so Sumo couldn’t interrupt. For all the detective’s unhealthy habits, he’d been ridiculously fit in his prime and continued to be deceptively stronger than his slight paunch might indicate. He moved onto their bed, gently lowering Connor to the mattress as he hovered over him, one large hand cupped behind Connor’s head as the other worked industriously at the tie and shirt buttons covering the rest of the android’s nearly flawless skin while his mouth explored everything available, nipping at Connor’s jawline and gently teasing his earlobes before suddenly, hungrily devouring his mouth.

Connor moaned against his lips, spine arching up against Hank’s solid bulk and pushing them both into a sitting position, Hank straddling Connor’s waist and grinning wickedly as Connor pulled back slightly, shirt half unbuttoned and hanging loosely on his shoulders.

“You know my mouth is sensitive,” he said reproachfully, and the glint in Hank’s eyes proved that he did indeed know that and thoroughly enjoyed using it against him. Particularly since the blue of Connor’s LED betrayed that he really didn’t mind that much.

“Must’ve forgot,” Hank lied airily, both hands now pulling at Connor’s clothes, removing the white button-down and jacket in a few swift, practiced motions. He leaned forward to capture Connor’s lips a second time, the android’s eyes fluttering closed again before he scowled in mock anger as Hank smirked, noses still touching. “Whoops, forgot again!”

Connor surged forward, inhuman reflexes and combat training allowing him to grab the hem of Hank’s ratty sweatshirt and drag it up over his head to the exact point where his hands were still bound by the sleeves, twisting the shirt elaborately into makeshift bindings around them as he flipped his assailant cheeky partner right over, pinning him to the bed with his arms thoroughly trapped over his head. Hank grunted at the sudden shift in position, the flush in his cheeks and tenting in his pants showing Connor exactly how fucking hot he’d thought that was.

“Christ,” he breathed, and the look of unadulterated admiration and affection sent another warm surge through Connor’s circuits. Connor released his hands, Hank tugging free of the sweatshirt fairly easily and bringing his hands down to frame Connor’s face, pulling the android down to kiss his forehead gently. “Lemme take care of you, though, yeah?”

Connor nodded, averting his eyes down to Hank’s broad chest, running his fingers through the lieutenant’s chest hair as Hank undid the buttons on his pants, pushing his fingers under the waistband of Connor’s boxer briefs and sliding them down over his smooth, firm ass, leaving him in nothing but his socks and garters. He shivered slightly as Hank’s hands ran up and down his sides, rough skin and thick calluses dragging against his sensory inputs and causing his synthetic skin to fade in a trail of delicious tactile pleasure, tracing the touches across his body.

He gasped as the hands slid down to his ass again and began kneading and squeezing the soft pseudo-flesh there, pushing Connor down insistently until he was pressed right up against Hank’s body, his hot, thick length pulsing between them as Hank kissed the very edges of Connor’s mouth. He groaned, jaw dropping open, LED flashing yellow between the whirling blue and synthetic skin flickering in and out like vitiligo as Hank continued to kiss him, one hand coming up to tangle in Connor’s hair as the other felt blindly for the lube on the side table. He flicked the cap open and poured a generous amount between Connor’s asscheeks, spreading it thoroughly over the plastic with his thick fingers, across his ass and down the inside of his thighs. Connor whined desperately as Hank slicked his member between them, knuckles brushing against the ridge of his groin.

“Hank... H-Haank...” he pleaded, voice rough with static as his fingers spasmed against Hank’s chest and shoulders, hands bare and glowing as if he could interface with his human partner, the hairs on the back of Hank’s neck and arms rising in response anyway, his skin tingling with the faint electricity.

“I gotcha, Con.” His own voice barely more than a growl, the detective lifted Connor by the hips just enough to settle himself between the well-oiled thighs before he began thrusting in earnest, Connor’s legs clamped tightly together around him. Connor warbled with the sensory overload, made worse (better?) when the hand not still wrapped around his waist came up and pressed against the back of Connor’s head, pulling him back down for another searing kiss, leaving him moaning with the agonizing pleasure of it.

“H-Hank, a-aah, H-H-Haaank!”

“Ah, fuck, Con, you’re so fucking perfect. Fucking... fuck!” Hank panted, hips juddering and shaking as he lost his rhythm, coming with one final thrust up against Connor’s willing body, painting his thighs and ass with thick white ropes as he squeezed Connor tight against his shaking body. Connor shuddered as well, the sensory input nearly causing him to white out as he felt every inch of Hank against him and on him and around him. He nuzzled into the side of Hank’s neck, licking up a bead of sweat and shivering with the pleasure of it.

Hank grinned tiredly, nudging Connor with his chin, his beard coarse and bristly against the slow-moving blue LED. “Mission accomplished?” he asked cheekily. Connor merely hummed in response, eyes slipping closed as the edges of his lips ticked upwards in a small smile. Hank kissed the top of his head, his own eyes drifting shut. They’d clean up later - for now, he was content to enjoy their personal peace and quiet.

#hankcon #detroit: become human #dbh: hank #dbh: connor #shipfic #shiptrash #tstfic #pwf #they aren't even my favorite ship of dbh #tbh #but here we are #writing fic for them #after a million years #because they're That Good #please enjoy

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edsbrak · 7 years ago

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since infinity wars dropped- marvel?

that trailer got me like — :O

my favorite female character: Shuri!! (and even tho shes not around- Pep!)my favorite male character: agdjksa! too,, many,, uhh well Peter is a sweetheart and I loved Taiki’s Thor and Steve and Tony will always hold a special place in my heart and but also T'Challa and oh can’t forget—–my favorite book/season/etc: fav movie so far would have to be,, ah shit (i’m bad at this whoops,, its a tie between spiderman/ragnarok/winter/panther)my favorite episode (if its a tv show): i almost forgot it had tv shows ahah (just, anything with jessica/peggy)my favorite cast member: tom holland is everything tbh (or mark)my favorite ship: stony owns my hearta character I’d die defending: tONYa character I just can’t sympathize with: the evil ones??also loki killed so many people man hes not a ‘uwu’ babya character I grew to love: Thor thanks to Taiki :Dmy anti otp: theres way too many ships in this fandom ahah I dunno (one thing I never understood was shipping darcy w/ everyone where did that come from???)

#ask

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markonasurface · 8 years ago

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28/50 - “I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court Characters/pairings: The Foxes, Wymack/matt x dan Summary: Matt can’t find the wedding rings.

A/N:

“I woke up. I rolled over to cuddle with Dan and realized she wasn’t there. I remembered why she wasn’t there.” Matt smiled then went back to telling Wymack and two of his groomsmen every single detail of his morning. “I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I got dressed. I made breakfast - I did not drop the rings in the food because I put them on the table ... I think?”

“You think?” Neil repeated.

“I know,” Matt said, still sounding uncertain. “I didn’t let them out of my sight.”

Aaron sighed from his chair. “You’re rich. Just go buy new ones. I’ll go.”

Matt balked. “No, no. It was my great great grandma’s ring. My mom wore it and her mom wore it and her mom -”

“Oh, then you’re screwed.”

“I hope this happens to you when you and Katelyn get married,” Matt said, frowning.

“If it does,” Aaron answered back. “I’ll just buy new ones because I don’t have a great great great great great grandma’s ring to give her.”

Neil tilted his head. “It was only two greats.”

Wymack cleared his throat and Matt said, “Then, um, I cleaned - I ate breakfast and cleaned up. Brushed my teeth?”

“Matt.”

“What?” He turned to Neil. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember everything. I’ve been too excited and the whole morning is a blur. Dan’s gonna kill me.”

“Why?”

Matt jumped and all of the men turned to see Allison sticking her head around the door. “What?”

“Why is Dan going to kill you?” she asked, letting herself into the room. She looked amazing - more than amazing even in the obnoxious Fox orange dress.

“We’re not dressed,” Aaron said but made no move to put on a shirt or pants.

Allison’s eyes moved from Aaron leaning back in his boxers to Neil in a ratty t-shirt and briefs to Matt in his unbuttoned collared shirt and undone tie. She shrugged. “You’re not naked. Why is Dan going to kill Matt?”

“On the table!” Matt whooped. Allison arched a perfect brow and Matt turned to Neil excitedly. “The table by the front door.”

“You’re sure?” Neil questioned, holding up his phone.

“One hundred fifty billion million trillion percent.” Matt picked Neil up and swung him around.

Neil smiled and didn’t tell Matt to put him down. “I’ll tell Andrew to get them.”

“While you’re at it, text Nicky and tell him he and Erik better be here in the next thirty minutes.”

“You forgot the rings?” Allison asked, voice flat.

Matt set Neil down and stuck his tongue out at Allison. “No.” Then, “Don’t tell Dan. Please.”

Allison pointed at him and said, “As long as they’re here in time. I didn’t spend a year planning this wedding for you to mess up the one job I gave you, Boyd.”

She threw an accusing glance at all of them. Wymack gave her a wink and a thumbs up. Aaron rolled his eyes and Neil just ignored it. Allison gave him that look a lot.

Fifteen minutes later the door flew open again but this time it was Nicky. He gave a wide grin and rushed forward. Matt was the first one to greet him. Neil secretly loved getting hugs but he didn’t want them to know because he had a feeling they’d all overcompensate and he wouldn’t love them so much. Matt and Nicky unarguably gave the best hugs.

“Neil!” Nicky wrapped him in a bear hug and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Hey, Nicky,” Neil said.

He turned to Coach and threw his arms dramatically around him even though it’d only been a month since he left for Germany. Coach pretended to be exasperated by his behavior but asked, “You’ve been doing okay? You don’t need anything?”

Nicky’s smile was so huge Neil thought his face might split. Then he turned to his cousin. Aaron had only been watching the reunion, mouth in a straight line, looking like he was having an internal battle.

Finally, he stood up and Neil almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he wrapped his arms tightly around Nicky’s middle. Not even Nicky said anything but his eyes were watery.

Aaron quickly stepped away and studied Nicky.

“Where’s Andrew?” Nicky asked.

“He should be here soon,” Neil said. “He got in pretty late last night.”

Matt handed Nicky a suit. “Hurry and get changed. And comb your hair.”

Neil’s phone rang and he answered. “Did you get them?” He waited for the response then asked, “Are you sure?” He turned to Matt. “They’re not there.”

Matt’s face paled. “No, they have to be.” He sunk into a fancy chair.

“Want Andrew to pick a couple of replacements up?” Neil asked.

“You lost the rings?” Nicky asked, mouth open wide. “Matt! You had one job!”

“I know, I know,” he said miserably.

“Tell Andrew to get a couple of nice rings for the ceremony,” Nicky commanded. “We’ll have to find the others later.”

Wymack offered Matt a hand up. “You need to go tell Dan.”

Matt tentatively knocked on the door to the bridal room. He felt absolutely nauseated and like he didn’t deserve Dan. He had one job. One.

Allison stuck her head out and said, “What is it? You know you’re not allowed to see her.”

Matt swallowed, then swallowed again.

“Oh, fuck,” Allison muttered.

“She probably won’t want to marry me after this but I won’t look at her,” Matt said quietly, still miserable.

Allison sighed and closed the door. He heard her calling out and then she led the procession of bridesmaids out the door.

“No peeking,” Dan’s stage sister reminded him.

He backed into the room.

“Matt?” Dan said. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re not getting cold feet are you?” she teased.

Matt sighed. He felt her slip her hand into his. “It’s about the rings.”

Dan went suddenly still, her hand limp. “You lost them?”

“I thought I - I know I left them on the front table,” Matt said, head hanging. “But Andrew just went to check and they’re not there. I don’t know where else they would be.”

“You let the monster into our house?”

“To get the rings.” Matt closed his eyes and tried not to cry. He had ruined the day. “He’s going to pick up new rings for the ceremony.”

“To replace the ones you lost.” Dan’s voice was tight and he felt her shivering. She took her hand away.

Matt felt horrible. His heart was racing a million miles an hour or it was long gone. He didn’t know which. “I didn’t lose [them], I just -”

“Misplaced [them].” Dan said and Matt realized she was smiling as she slipped her hand back in his.

He stopped breathing. “No.” He took his hand away and looked at what she had given him. “Are you kidding me?”

He whirled around and Dan screeched. He closed his eyes swiftly and said, “You had them the whole time? What the hell, Dan?”

“Hey,” she said, grabbing both of his hands. “Don’t swear at your almost wife.”

“What? When? Why? Allison knew?” He resisted the urge to open his eyes and gawk.

“I forgot my something blue,” Dan explained. “When we stopped by the house, you were gone but the rings were on the table.”

Matt groaned. “I was about to shit myself, Dan. I thought I’d ruined everything.”

“Seriously?” Dan rested her arms lightly on his shoulders. “You thought forgetting the rings would make me not marry you? Matthew Donovan Boyd, you should know better than that. I’ve been waiting to be your wife since the night the Monsters took you to Columbia.”

Matt leaned forward til he felt her forehead touching his. “I - really?”

Dan shrugged. “Maybe.” She kissed him softly. “I would marry you in the middle of the desert, sweaty as fuck, if you puked on my dress, or toppled the fucking ginormous wedding cake.”

“Really?” Matt asked again, feeling warm and tingly again now that the rings had been located.

“Yes, but don’t do any of that.”

“Okay.”

She kissed him again just as Allison knocked on the door. “Okay, you sickeningly sweet lovebirds. It’s time.”

#aftg #tfc #tfc fic #danmatt #dan x matt #what is their ship name?

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