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changbin x felix

Trigger warnings: none (pls lmk otherwise <3)

Content warnings: names (baby, babe, sunshine, darling, angel, good boy, my love, sir, daddy), daddy kink (obviously), deepthroating, finger fucking, rimming, praise ofc, mentions of marking, a single toy, felix is fuckin bendy.

Summary: after a trip to the gym, changbin can’t keep his hands off his boyfriend.

Word count: 5356

A/N: hiiiiii sorry it’s a month late buttttttt i decided to make it perfect (though i’m not sure if i’m satisfied with the end) since i knew i wasn’t gonna have it done before june was over lmao this is actually my second changlix piece so if you pressure me enough i might release the other one lmaooooo anyways consider following me here or on my main (and consider turning on post notifications!) and check out my ko-fi, where i take commissions. as always, hard thoughts are open and anons are welcome!

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“Baby?” Upon hearing Felix’s soft hum of acknowledgement, Changbin continued. “You looked really pretty tonight.” He murmured as he stepped behind his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

Felix let out a soft chuckle and leaned into Changbin’s chest, putting the cap back on his moisturizer and setting it down on the vanity as he looked at the older in the mirror. “We went to the gym, babe.” He rolled his eyes and Changbin shrugged, tucking his face into Felix’s neck and taking a deep breath. God he smells good.

“So? My point still stands.” He pressed a soft kiss to Felix’s shoulder and the younger let out a soft sigh. “I’ll have you know I lost count during my sets so many times because I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“Mm so you’re blaming me because you couldn’t focus on your workout? Sounds like someone needs to work on his concentration skills next.” Felix teased and Changbin snorted against his skin, sending a tingle down his spine. “You’re not the only one who struggled to focus though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about it, baby.” Changbin hummed as he lifted his head, hooking his chin over Felix’s shoulder and meeting his gaze in the mirror.

“I think I might have to get a different personal trainer. Mine’s too distracting.” He pouted, recalling the way Changbin’s hands felt on his body as he adjusted his posture.

“You’re too cute, baby.” Changbin laughed quietly and turned to press a kiss to Felix’s cheek. “Personally, I think you could stand to work out a little more tonight.” He teased, his hands roaming down the front of Felix’s body. “Get some cardio in…” he whispered and Felix shivered at his tone.

“And will my personal trainer be guiding me again?” He whispered back, eyes already heavy as his mind began to race.

“I always do.” Changbin began to press his lips against Felix’s neck and grinned. “I think we could work on your flexibility too. Get you in that position I had you in last week...”

“Oh fuck-” Felix’s voice pitched upwards at the thought, his head tipping back to rest on Changbin’s shoulder. “Can we please?”

“Anything for you, sunshine.” His strong arms left Felix’s shoulders, moving instead to scoop him up bridal style from his seat at the small table. The younger keened at the weightless feeling as he was lifted up. He loved when Changbin picked him up. He especially loved being manhandled and he was about to have his wants met.

Felix let out a small squeak as he was dropped on the bed. Changbin tugged at the belt on his robe and let out a satisfied sigh when the fuzzy pink material fell open to reveal Felix in only a pair of black briefs. The colors of both items contrasted beautifully with his sun-kissed skin and Changbin immediately leaned down to appreciate the view, dusting chaste kisses from his bellybutton up. When he reached Felix’s lips, he paused and offered a soft smile as he met his gaze. “Hey, you.”

“Hi…” Felix whispered, looking up at Changbin with a twinkle in his eyes as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress a giddy smile. They stared at each other for a few seconds, admiring each other’s beauty in silence before Changbin slotted his lips against Felix’s. Felix let out a soft sigh as he slipped his arms around Changbin’s neck, hands gliding over his muscular shoulders as he parted his lips.

Changbin’s hands began to roam, teasing up Felix’s sides and making him shiver. The calluses from all the weight training he’d done felt like heaven on Felix’s smooth skin.

Felix let his hands roam Changbin’s back as they made out, occasionally scratching lightly over the black cotton tee he was wearing. He began to tug the thin material up Changbin’s back and whined softly when his hands were pinned above his head as Changbin broke the kiss. “Patience, baby. I wanna take my time and appreciate you.”

“Can’t you appreciate me with less clothes on? I’m the only one exposed here.” Felix pouted and Changbin let out a bark of laughter as he sat up between Felix’s legs and whipped his shirt off. The younger admired the view in stunned silence. He’d never get over how beautiful Changbin was. “Can I?” He asked quietly, reaching out to touch him as his gaze lifted to examine his expression.

When he got a nod of approval, he eagerly began to run his fingers along the lines of Changbin’s abs. Changbin was beefy. There was no better way to describe him. He was beefy and Felix struggled to contain himself every time he caught a glimpse of his physique. His mouth watered every time he saw his boyfriend’s broad shoulders and slim waist. He knew Changbin liked to take the lead and tell him how pretty he was, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying to convince the older that he was just as pretty and deserved just as much praise and attention.

“You’re fucking gorgeous…” he whispered as he sat up, smiling to himself at the small circles Changbin was massaging on his bare thighs. He ran his hand up Changbin’s chest, between his pecs, before snaking his arm around his neck and pulling him in close. “Did you know that?”

Changbin didn’t answer, opting instead to crush his lips to Felix’s and lay him back down. He let out a low groan as Felix’s fingers tangled in his curly hair, still damp from his shower, and let his full weight rest against him in the hopes that maybe they’d melt together and never have to be separated from each other for any length of time ever again.

His lips began to travel along Felix’s jaw and neck until he reached his collarbone, where he nipped softly. Felix’s soft gasp encouraged him to continue and he began to suck a mark into his skin as one hand moved to rest on his side. “So fuckin pretty, baby…” he groaned softly between kisses and bites, reveling in the small sounds Felix made as he began to really get worked up. “Gonna cover you with marks so everybody knows you’re all mine.”

Felix let out a high-pitched whine as Changbin’s lips began to trail across his chest, his grip tightening on the older’s silky locks. He couldn’t help but rock his hips, trying to get even a little bit of friction as Changbin’s lips danced over his skin. He couldn’t help it. Changbin always managed to reduce him to nothing more than a puddle of desperation and tonight was no different.

“You’re so needy, baby.” Changbin teased before flicking his tongue over Felix’s nipple, earning a quiet moan. “And sensitive.” He chuckled as Felix hid his face. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want you to stop teasing me.” He pouted and uncovered his face, lifting his head to look down at the older. “And I want you to let me suck you off. You looked too damn good at the gym - look too damn good now - for me to want anything but your dick in my mouth.”

“Jesus Christ, Lix…” Changbin groaned against Felix’s chest before flipping them over. Felix sat up and rocked back against Changbin’s hard-on before standing and finally letting his robe fall to the floor.

“I know you like to think I’m cute and innocent but we both know you love when I have a filthy mouth.” He grinned as he knelt down between Changbin’s legs. “Up.” He urged, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of Changbin’s shorts. He tugged them down with his boxers as soon as Changbin lifted his hips.

He bit his lip at the sight of his boyfriend on display for him and watched as he sat up before making eye contact. “I thought of another thing I want.” He hummed, not moving until he heard Changbin’s hum of acknowledgement. “Watch me.” He practically purred as he wrapped a hand around Changbin’s dick, giving a couple strokes before leaning in and kitten-licking the tip.

“I wouldn’t be able to look away even if I wanted to, darling.” Changbin groaned softly, eyelids growing heavy at the teasing. His doll lips parted in a small gasp when Felix wrapped his lips around the head and his hips bucked involuntarily when he dug his tongue into the slit. “Fuck, baby…”

Felix hummed in appreciation and closed his eyes as he concentrated on what he was doing. His hand pumped what he didn’t take in his mouth, his tongue lapping at the thick vein on the underside. He let out a soft whimper when he felt Changbin pulling gently at the soft midnight locks on the very top of his head, eyebrows knitting together as he tried to focus.

Changbin hissed at the slight vibration and Felix did it again, this time moaning freely as he opened his eyes to watch the older’s reaction. He was greeted with the perfect view of the column of Changbin’s throat and jaw, decorated with the barely-there stubble that always made his stomach swoop with excitement. Changbin’s five o’clock shadow always felt so good against his skin and the way it looked always made him want to go feral.

Of course, Felix was instantly irritated upon not being greeted by his lover’s burning gaze and let out a soft huff, tempted to pull off if Changbin didn’t look back down at him in the next three seconds. Couldn’t look away? You liar. His disgruntled sound drew Changbin’s attention and the older offered a weak smile. “Sorry, baby, you’re just so good.” The praise instantly had him back in Felix’s good graces if the way he picked up the pace was any indication.

Wanting more, needing more, Changbin continued. “You’re always so good, angel. Always throat my dick so fuckin’ good. And you look so pretty doing it.” He stroked Felix’s hair as the younger keened and took him further, eyes begging for more. Praise was Felix's main motivation in the bedroom. He dreaded any reaction that could be perceived as negative and always did his damnedest to earn the praise that Changbin was far too eager to throw his way. Hearing that his boyfriend enjoyed what he was doing made him want to work harder, though Changbin could easily get off with no effort on Felix’s part.

Tears pricked at the younger’s eyes as he did his damnedest to deep throat Changbin’s fat cock, drawing out a low groan that transformed into a breathy chuckle. “Fuck, baby, slow down.” He slurred, his hand tangled in Felix's hair contradicting his words.

Felix didn’t want to slow down even as he blinked away his tears but he could never bring himself to even consider challenging anything his lover asked of him. So he held himself in place and swallowed around Changbin’s length before slowly pulling back to breathe and repeat his actions. “Such a good boy for me…” his coos made Felix whimper as his own cock throbbed at the praise. “Why don’t you get up here and let me take over, Lixie? Let me worship your perfect body…make you see stars…” he coaxed and for a moment Felix almost gave in.

Felix pulled off with a soft moan and pressed his palm against his crotch while his free hand continued to stroke Changbin’s dick. “That sounds nice…” he murmured almost drunkenly, quickly pressing a kiss to the angry red tip of Changbin’s cock, which twitched in his grasp as a result. “But can’t I taste you first?” His bottom lip jutted out in an adorable pout, which instantly got him his way.

Without another word, Felix attached his lips back to his lover’s aching cock and continued with renewed vigor.

Changbin’s face contorted with pleasure as he watched his dick vanish down his boyfriend’s throat. If Felix had been laying on his back, Changbin would’ve been able to see the bulge created by his length. The thought made a wave of arousal wash over his entire body, which only grew more intense when he felt his lover’s small hands reaching to fondle his balls as he swallowed around him. He made a choked sound and Felix practically mewled around him, watching him fall apart.

There was something so gratifying about knowing he could make his partner crumble like this, with just his mouth. He’d never felt particularly desirable until they got together but once Felix realized the power he held over his boyfriend, his confidence skyrocketed. Now it was damn near impossible to pry his mouth off Changbin’s dick because he knew he was doing good. He knew, even if Changbin didn’t tell him. He had eyes. He could see his effect on the older and it made him impossibly harder.

Felix took him as far as possible and let his tongue dart out to tease his balls before abruptly pulling off. He hooked his arms under Changbin’s thighs and tugged him to the edge of the bed, forcing the older to lean back, lest he topple right off the bed. He knew what was coming and gladly took Felix's fingers in his mouth when prompted, one leg released from the bar that was Felix’s shoulders.

Felix was far from dominant but he learned early on that Changbin liked to switch sometimes. He wasn’t taking the lead tonight - this was just him being eager- but he was still gonna treat him. Really, it was a treat for both of them because Felix was bordering on delirious from the overwhelming need to taste his boyfriend’s cum.

He pulled his fingers from Changbin’s mouth when he deemed them wet enough and quickly brought them to his entrance, teasing for a minute until he was relaxed enough to take one. As his finger quickly found the spot he was looking for, he took Changbin’s dick back in his mouth. The older let out what almost sounded like a whimper as his hand tangled back in Felix's dark tresses and tugged, trying not to let his head fall back so that he could watch.

Felix’s slurping got louder as he added a second finger, locking eyes with Changbin when he dug his tongue into the slit. Changbin practically yelped at all the pleasure he was receiving before stifling himself by sucking his plump bottom lip between his teeth.

Of course, he couldn’t stay quiet for long. He had to warn Felix of his impending orgasm. “Fucking hell, baby- I’m so fucking close, Lix.”

The younger made a sound that could only be described as a trill as he worked his fingers faster inside his boyfriend. He batted his lashes as he swirled his tongue around the head once, twice, three times before hollowing his cheeks as drool began to trickle down his chin. He needed to make Changbin cum. He felt like he needed to make it more than obvious he was affected by their workout and the way his boyfriend guided his body.

Changbin came with a long groan, legs shaking on Felix's shoulders with the intensity of his orgasm. He felt like he was floating. It had been a while since he had such a strong orgasm. Felix didn’t stop until he had every last drop in his mouth and once he did, he quickly but carefully released Changbin and surged up to press their lips together.

When Changbin deepened the kiss, attempting to slip his tongue into Felix’s mouth, he was met with his own cum being pushed into his mouth. He let out a low, throaty groan as he took what Felix gave him and pulled him onto his lap. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, panting into each other’s mouths as they shared Changbin’s cum.

Finally, Felix swallowed what was left and pulled back for air, making an attempt to move from Changbin’s lap. “Stay.” The single word locked him in place as his boyfriend laid back and looked up at him, massaging comforting circles into his thighs with his thumbs. He let his hands move to Changbin’s incredible pectorals and leaned down, gently pressing a chaste kiss to his plump lips.

“I’m so fucking lucky.” Felix whispered, almost sounding drunk as he pulled back just enough to admire his lover.

Changbin chuckled softly and gently gripped Felix’s wrist as the younger began to ghost his fingertips along his jawline. “I think that’s my line, baby.” He whispered back in the same tone before wrapping his arms around Felix and flipping them. “I’m the lucky one. I have the most perfect boyfriend ever.” He watched with a smile as Felix’s cheeks flushed a soft rose color. “Can I show you how perfect you are? How much I love you?”

Felix’s breath hitched at the thought and he nodded eagerly, his lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation. His hands were trapped between their chests but he managed to move them up, palms flat against Changbin’s pecs as they slid upwards. They found purchase on his shoulders just as he crashed his lips to Felix’s and the younger immediately gripped there tightly.

The lingering taste of Changbin’s cum sent a thrill through Felix's body as he wrapped his legs around Changbin’s lithe waist, attempting to pull their bodies closer together. Changbin took the hint and rocked his hips against Felix’s, slipping his tongue into the younger’s mouth when he was met with a pretty whine. Felix’s arms slid around Changbin’s neck like before and he let his nails dig into the flesh of his upper back.

All too soon for Felix’s liking, Changbin was pulling away. He was pacified by a warm hand running down his torso, not stopping until it was palming at the front of his briefs. He let out a soft moan as he bucked into Changbin’s touch, desperate for even a little bit of friction to relieve the dull ache that had set in.

Changbin’s lips ghosted over Felix’s chest before encasing his left nipple, his free hand moving to tease the right. He was encouraged by the throaty sound Felix made as his teeth gently scraped over the sensitive skin and the hand between Felix's legs quickly slipped into his underwear, which were already sporting a wet patch. “Bin- please-” he gasped, tangling his hands in Changbin’s onyx curls when he finally felt the older’s callused hand wrap around his cock.

“Please what, baby?” He teased as he moved to suck a mark into the center of Felix’s chest, his grip tightening around the younger’s cock.

“Please, I need more- I need you.” he whimpered, giving Changbin’s hair a gentle tug.

“Yeah? Need me to make you cum?” He cooed as he moved off the bed, settling on his knees between Felix's legs. He chuckled softly as the younger nodded vigorously. “Think you can hold on while I prep that pretty little ass?” Felix gave the same response and he hummed as he hooked his fingers in his waistband. “Lift.”

Felix’s hips lifted for Changbin to finish undressing him and his cheeks went a darker shade of pink when he felt the older eyeing him up. Everything was quiet as Changbin admired the perfection that was Felix before finally pressing a soft kiss to his thigh. “Don’t stare…” Felix whined quietly and Changbin chuckled.

“Why not? You’re just so fucking pretty, angel.” His voice was a low rumble as he guided Felix’s legs over his shoulders, hands gliding along his hips and gripping his waist. “How can you manage to be so shy after choking on my dick and finger fucking me?” His tone was laced with amusement as he began to pepper kisses along Felix’s sensitive thighs. “You’re too cute.”

The way Changbin’s voice dipped lower made Felix's stomach swoop with excitement and Changbin smirked against his skin when his dick twitched. “Am not…” Felix whined again, covering his face just in case Changbin looked up at him. “Don’t tease…”

“Aww, baby, don’t hide.” Changbin cooed and reached up to pull Felix’s hands away from his face. “I’m sorry, I’ll play nice.” He soothed, pressing a kiss dangerously close to where Felix was dying to feel him. “Do you want me to eat you out, baby?”

“Please-” he gasped, already excited at the idea. Changbin didn’t say anything else, opting instead to drag his hands back down to Felix's thighs and force his knees towards his chest. As if on cue, Felix hooked his hands behind his knees and held his legs up, lifting his head to watch as Changbin flattened his tongue against his entrance.

He let out a relieved sigh, allowing himself to melt into his lover's touch as his head fell back on the mattress. He felt like he was ascending every time Changbin rimmed him and this time was no different. He felt his body light up with arousal as the tip of his boyfriend’s tongue circled his hole.

Felix had always been hypersensitive but it seemed to get more intense after he started seeing Changbin. He was especially reactive to him in a way he’d never been with anyone else and Changbin only used this to his advantage. His responsiveness only fueled his boyfriend.

He shuddered in delight when he felt the light scratch of Changbin’s stubble against his skin, his dick twitching against his stomach. In a desperate attempt to get more attention on his cock, he shifted to hold both legs with one arm and reached around them to touch himself. Noticing this, Changbin gently pushed his hand away and wrapped his own hand around Felix's drooling dick.

Felix propped himself up slightly with his now-free arm and bit his lip to stifle his sounds, far more interested in the wet sounds coming from his boyfriend eating him out. “M-more- please…” he whispered before sucking his lip back between his teeth, eyebrows knitting together to display his desperation.

He keened, his head falling back when Changbin pulled back and pressed a slick finger inside. When had he wet his fingers again? It didn’t matter. He whimpered, fire licking at his spine when he felt soft kisses being trailed along his balls and the backs of his thighs.

“Aww, does my pretty boy like that?” Changbin cooed, taking note of the way Felix’s cock throbbed in his grasp. The soft ‘uh huh’ was enough for him and he hummed in satisfaction as he curled his finger, smirking against Felix’s thigh at the sound he made. “You’re so cute, baby.”

Felix whined softly but didn’t respond, opting instead to focus on the way his body was being manipulated. His whole body jolted when Changbin pressed against his prostate, a loud moan ripping from his throat. “There we go. Gotta hear my baby’s pretty sounds.” Felix’s head spun at Changbin’s adoring but playful tone. “Can you let me hear you fall apart for me, angel?”

“Y- ah- yes, sir-” he choked out, fighting to hold still as another finger slid into him. All his nerve endings felt like they were on fire as wave after wave of pleasure flooded his body. If Changbin didn’t let up, he wasn’t gonna last more than a couple minutes.

“Good boy.” Felix wanted to beg for more but before he could open his mouth, Changbin was wrapping his lips around the angry red head of his cock. He felt the familiar coil in his belly starting to tighten and fought to stay still because he’d be damned if he made Changbin lose that perfect angle.

“Just like that! Please don’t stop-” he gasped, eyes rolling back as the older sank further down on his dick and swallowed around him. It was a dizzying sensation. He was just about to warn Changbin of his impending orgasm when he pulled off. He let out a distressed noise, his head snapping up off the bed so he could look at his lover with wide, bleary eyes on the verge of frustrated tears. “B-but-”

“Relax, baby.” He gently shushed, taking note of the way Felix seemed to deflate at the loss of contact. “Can you scoot up for me?” He murmured as he stood and reached for the night stand. Felix noticeably relaxed as he watched, biting his lip in anticipation as he moved away from the edge of the bed. He made enough room for Changbin and settled in, eyes wandering over his lover’s bare form.

All Felix wanted in that moment was to sink his teeth into his boyfriend’s bulky biceps; to run his nails along his back. He looked irresistible as he crawled onto the bed and sat back on his heels, uncapping the lube. This was his favorite position, sitting on his knees between his boyfriend’s legs, and it was rapidly becoming one of Felix’s favorites too. The only way Changbin could get any deeper was if Felix was on top.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” Felix sighed, reaching down to his sides and letting his fingertips dance over Changbin’s knees. “Can’t believe you’re all mine…” he murmured, eyes slipping shut as Changbin coated his length and lined up.

“Even after all this time?” He teased before gritting his teeth as he slid in. “Fuck, angel, you feel so good for me…” he groaned, his head falling back as he reached for Felix’s hands.

Their fingers locked together and Felix shimmied himself further down on Changbin’s cock, shuddering in delight at the stretch. “Yeah? You like it, daddy?” He didn’t give him a chance to respond before he started rocking his hips, trying to get any friction he could manage.

Changbin untangled their hands to grab Felix's hips and stop his motions, now staring down at him. “What have I told you about calling me that, baby?” His expression was almost unreadable but intimidating nonetheless.

“If I call you that then I better be prepared to be fucked senseless.” Changbin nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Felix continued. “I know what comes next. Please, daddy? I need it…”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His hands hooked behind Felix's knees and forced his legs towards his chest. His grip moved to Felix’s calves to keep his legs straight as he slammed into him, watching the younger grip the sheets almost instantly.

He pulled back until just the tip was inside, slow and teasing, before snapping his hips forwards. Felix felt like the wind was knocked out of him and all that could escape was a squeak as his fists tightened on the sheets. His jaw dropped in a silent moan and his eyes slipped shut, eyebrows knitting together as his head tipped back. It took everything in Changbin to keep himself from leaning down to suck more blooming marks into his lover’s sun-kissed skin.

He kept that pace, slowly pulling almost all the way out before giving a powerful thrust, until he saw Felix wrap a hand around his cock. “Nuh uh, baby, no touching.” He pushed his hand away and let one leg go as he repositioned himself. “Let me take care of you.” He murmured as he propped Felix’s other leg on his shoulder, leaving him almost doing the splits.

He had only been teasing earlier about getting Felix into the position he’d had him in last week, but now that he had him in it again, he wasn’t sure if he could control himself. His hips rolled slowly at first, testing the waters as he turned to press a kiss to Felix’s leg. When he got a positive reaction, he sped up. He didn’t bother with his previous motion, he was getting desperate for release and he wanted to make Felix cum. He needed to make Felix cum. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, fuck…”

Felix let out a pathetic moan when Changbin began fucking into him again, grabbing the older’s arms to ground himself. His nails sunk into Changbin’s skin as he writhed beneath him, moans quickly turning into cries. “Just like that, daddy! Fuck, I’m gonna cum-”

“Yeah? Gonna be a good boy and cum for me? Gonna make a mess?”

“Uh huh-” he hiccuped, tears springing into his eyes. Every inch of his body was on fire and he was teetering right on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to make him cum. He didn’t even need to be touched. He would probably fall apart on the spot if Changbin told him to. Still, he asked. “Please touch me…” he begged, his voice a whisper.

Changbin couldn’t deny him anything so he gently shook Felix’s hand off one arm and wrapped his hand around his dick. He allowed his thumb to tease the tip on the upstroke, giving a light squeeze each time. “Cum for me, baby.” He cooed, coaxing the younger’s orgasm out of him with near-teasing touches.

Felix never considered himself a screamer, but he was most definitely vocal. Changbin made sure of that. He let out a final cry of ecstasy as his back arched slightly off the bed, cum spurting across his belly as his dick twitched in Changbin’s grasp. “Oh fuck- daddy, please don’t stop- cum inside, daddy, please-” he begged, nails still biting at Changbin’s forearm while his other hand grabbed at the sheets.

Felix’s words only worked him up further and he found himself fucking into him faster and harder. Felix let out a string of whimpers and moans, trying his hardest to hold on until Changbin was done. He failed, of course, letting out a cry when a second blistering orgasm crashed over him as his boyfriend abused his hole.

His yelp melted into nonsensical babbling as Changbin filled him to the brim with cum, the older’s hips slowly coming to a halt as a string of curses and groans left his lips. He released Felix’s leg and let his body slump against his lover’s, his breathing ragged and harsh against the younger’s skin as he began to gently shush him. “You did so good, baby.” He murmured, pressing his lips to Felix's neck.

“Yeah?” He questioned hopefully, shivering in delight at the soft kisses being dusted across his skin. It felt like Changbin was trying to kiss each individual freckle with how many times he pecked Felix's warm skin. “Tickles…” he mumbled, voice sleepy but laced with amusement. He was spent.

“You always do, angel.” He whispered and finally pulled back to look down at Felix. He had a hint of a smirk on his face and Felix bit his lip, waiting for whatever teasing Changbin was about to do. “Can you keep being good for me, baby?” Felix nodded immediately, not waiting to hear what Changbin wanted him to do.

Without a word, Changbin sat up and leaned back a bit, reaching for Felix’s favorite glass plug, which had been left on the nightstand the night prior. He grabbed the lube from beside his leg and uncapped it, spreading just enough on the plug that it would slide comfortably. Then he slowly pulled out despite Felix's whimper of protest and replaced his cock with the plug, appreciating the soft gasp his boyfriend emitted. “Be a good boy and don’t waste anything, yeah?”

Felix nodded instantly and bit his lip as he wrapped his legs around Changbin’s waist to pull him down. “Can we stay like this for a little while before we clean up?” He asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Changbin’s shoulders and hugging him securely to his chest so he wouldn't try to move away. “Like having you so close…”

“Of course, my love.” He whispered and kissed Felix’s cheek. “We can stay like this for as long as you want.” The room grew quiet as they laid there, Changbin peppering kisses along Felix's neck and shoulder while the younger tried to do the same but continued to be interrupted by his own sighs and shivers. “I love you, Lixie.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Bin.” The younger whispered in return, threading his fingers through his lover's hair. “So fucking much.”

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connorconsumestrousers · 11 months

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rants and headcanon stuff 🫶

[this time w the Secondopinionson & Bendy family]

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rants n etc. under the cut !!

- w/ the Secondopinionson/Bendy family, I strongly believe Miss Secondopinionson is transfem bc of her voice and the way she has to hide it in public/on the phone. I just love her a lot bc of her kindness and patient nature w Joe. shes so nice and compassionate w her dad and w her step bro. like it's admirable how sweet she is. she even made Joe his favorite dessert [probably to cheer him up] and how she tries her best to be a grown up and take care of Joe and her dad.

I don't think she's trying to be Joe's mom, shes trying to be his big sister. taking care of him and making sure he's happy and okay.

- w/ Joe [it's just a silly headcanon] he's transmasc and due to all the stigma and hate towards ppl in the community, he didn't grow up in a healthy household and due to that, he's a bully and an asshole. he's only projecting his insecurities and hate onto everyone around him. he's so interesting bc I don't believe he's a Christian, or at least not a very committed one. that leads to my next headcanon which is Joe is probably atheist. he doesn't care much abt the religion that he's typically forced into. he doesn't care abt anything like that. like at all.

also I like how he doesn't have a filter at ALL. like he can say smth and not even mean to say it out loud. but he probably doesn't regret it, knowing him.

Nurse Bendy is his mom, so I'm gonna talk abt her!

- I really love Nurse Bendy, she's so interesting. she's not naive at all, she's not stupid and she's not oblivious about what ppl do to her. she knows but can't stop it. probably bc she was told that saying "no" isn't going to work. or if she did say "no", it didn't stop anyone from doing stuff to her. she's a super deep character and I wish we got to see more w her.

- I also love the idea of Nurse Bendy meeting Miss Secondopinionson bc that would probably be so sweet UEUE even if they aren't technically related, I think they'd get along well.

blood doesn't dictate family, so I think Miss Secondopinionson, Joe and Nurse Bendy needs to hang out together like pls itd be so nice...

anyway that was some silly. analysis hehehoohoo. hopefully someone finds this interesting or entertaining to read. 😺

#moral orel ramblings #moral orel #miss secondopinionson #nurse bendy #nursula bendy #joe secondopinionson #ramblings #i love family dynamics #i might ramble abt rev putty and Stephanie next #bc i adore their relationship and dynamic !! its so sweet and nice

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kil0-ren · 1 year

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Boris The Wolf x Artist! Reader

Background info: These will only be oneshots and since Boris is my favorite batim and babtqftim character (Along with babtqftim Cup-) I'll start with him. And in the oneshot, the reader had designed most of the posters for the characters and the designs on the walls. But like Henry, had been asked to go to the Animation studios where they found the lovable wolf dead.

"God damn you Joey, making me come here after thirty years." You muttered with a sigh and rubbed your head before looking around the hallway, pictures of the characters scattered across the walls. "Heh, I remember drawing these posters." You said softly as you placed your hand on a poster of Boris with a happy smile on your face, memories of working with everyone flooding back into your mind. You let out another sigh before walking away from the hallway to explore the rest of the studio. What you did expect was seeing all the old cut-outs, designs on the walls that you had done, and the work desks of your former co-workers. What you didn't expect was all the ink flooding from the ceiling and some of the pipes running among the walls, the huge ass ink machine, the still playing projector, having to collect six relics, and seeing Boris tied on an operating table. Wait, What? Boris on an operation table..... "No! Boris!" You yelled as you fell in front of Boris's dead body before trying to pry the restraints off of him, finding out quickly that you couldn't get the beloved wolf off the table but you did knock the wrench out of his chest when you tried to get him down. "What did Joey do to you.." You mumbled as your eyes filled with tears before standing up and hesitantly grabbing the wrench from off the ground and wiping some tears off your face. That my friend, is how you ended up here. Being almost sacrificed by one of your co-workers and walking through the halls when a cut-out of Bendy popped out from around the corner, causing you to jump back with a small shriek. You finally decided to look around the corner and dropped your flashlight. "B-boris?" You whispered as you looked at the wolf, whose tail wagged happily at seeing you again and before you could say anything else, Boris rushed to you and hugged you. He nuzzled the side of your head softly before giving you a good ol' dog lick on the cheek, causing you to laugh slightly and hug him back.

"Boris, I'm sorry for leaving, if I knew what Joey was gonna do, I would've stayed..." You whispered as he hugged the wolf, his tail was wagging so hard that you thought it would become a helicopter if he wagged it enough. Boris let out a yip at you as he smiled before you rubbed his head. "I won't let anyone hurt you again"

#batim #batim boris #x reader #boris the wolf

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preciouslittletoonette · 1 year

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Welp, time to toss in my own ocs into the mix.

Meet Adelynn Murphy and Alexis Angel everyone!

Adelynn is the main character for a fic I plan to write (unnamed for now), a sequel fic taking place nearly 50 years after the Dark Revival. While I'm writing, feel free to send me any asks regarding dear Adelynn and/or Alexis.

It's gonna be Bendy/Ink Demon x oc because I'm not normal about him.

[Notes for those who maybe can't read what I wrote under the cut]

Adelynn Murphy (26-ish years; she/her)

Adelynn is an animator for ArchGate Films working on the new 2022 Bendy series reboot. Despite being a usually silent and reserved person, she's got a close, almost familial relationship with the rest of the Bendy team, willing to fight for and alongside them in tough times. So when a company merger between ArchGate and tech giant "Innovation" threatens to sack the entire Bendy team in a mass company lay-off along with her boss having mysteriously vanished, Adelynn will have to return to an uncomfortable figure from her past in order to find her boss and save her team's and her's livelihoods.

She's gonna wish she hadn't gone back to him.

Can be intimidating.

A usually quiet person until you get her to talk about her interests, the she won't shut up

She is South African-American

Quite close with her boss

Fascinated with creepy characters (design-wise)

can get anxious quite easily

A monsterfucker in denial

Her favourite characters are Bendy and Alexis Angel

Alexis Angel (Ageless; she/her)

"Born for the stage and starlight, Alexis greets the stage with a coy wink and goofy smile, entrancing the audience and a certain lil' devil darling with her heavenly voice and blessed dance moves"

Alexis Angel was created as the love interest for the Dancing Demon himself for the 90s hit series "The Hellish Tales of Bendy the Dancing Demon". Despite getting mixed reactions during her debut, Alexis is remembered fondly nowadays and has amassed a massive cult following, which allowed her to return to the newest reboot.

Regardless of how one might feel about her, it cannot be denied that the chemistry between her and Bendy is electric!

....Almost like he got a say in what he wanted her to be like....

Sounds a little like Minerva Mink

Love Interest to Bendy

Competitive rival to Alice Angel

A lil' shit disguised as a femme fatale

Loves to dance, especially with Bendy

Main difference between Alexis and Alice is that Alice tries to stop Bendy from getting into trouble- Alexis is usually in trouble with him from the get go.

Ink Demon Approved

The Jessica to Bendy's Roger. Though far more mischievous they are both. Alexis loves Bendy with all her angelic heart.

Adelynn Angel (she/her)

....And like it always does, everything goes horribly wrong.

Adelynn is trapped in the world of the Ink Machine with 3 main goals in mind: Survive, Find her boss and Figure out what's going on. While doing that, she uncovers the past of her boss and the studio and even begins to grow close with some of the denizens of the Ink World, especially with a certain demon she struggles not to think about, considering he's as much in her head as she is in his head...

Oh she might definitely be catching feelings

A mix between her human form and Alexis Angel.

In a lot of pain from halo being forced attached to her skull and possibly brain.

Exhausted and Anxious

Felt too exposed in Alexis' normal outfit, found a coat to wear to cover up.

Draws to soothe nerves

Rarely speaks to anyone besides the voice in her head- which btw->

Is telepathically connected to the Ink Demon.

A bit of a story piece here: the first time she saw the Ink Demon in person, she was not afraid nor disgusted but fascinated and enchanted. She LOVES to draw him. She let it slip once that she was in love with his design and he hasn't been normal since.

#bendy and the dark revival #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #batim #batdr oc #batim oc

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prismatic-cannon · 1 year

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wrt the p5 vball au (!!!!!) i'm pretty sure yusuke is canonically Very Bad at the sports (see beach episode, his absolute terrible performance in beach vball) but he is so tall and lanky... so stronk... but i cannot see him being particularly "athletic" and coordinated in that way (part of that is just me projecting my lack of coordination on him lmao.) granted he does have high agility plus the "scoundrel eyes," in royal, but i just don't see him actually... having that sort of hand-eye to hit ball and not whiff. of the kosei boys though... knowing its artsy reputation, i don't know if anyone has that lmao... though also with him being that tall, maybe he gets saddled with middle? but also. 180cm is still, like, libero height for a lot of teams lol

they do make the joke that mako too stronk for the boys a lot (again, see beach episode) but i think she'd probably follow her combat abilities and be really well rounded in both offence and defence. haru is really nimble and bendy, and probably has a great swing (axe) but idk if she has the height/hops for the net. akechi and joker being the setters... makes so much sense oh dear it's almost upsetting. though imagine them on the same team.... akechi would probably also make a great opposite (lefty, good power) as would joker (literally perfect) and we know they're both fairly athletic, which makes me think... 6-2? maybe they hit... and set....? i think you made mishmash a libero which makes a lot of sense?. i hc him as being faster and better than ppl give him credit for, despite him being the lamest canonically. (ilu mishima) and ryuji thinks this vball bullshit is lame af dude

this is a wall and tl;dr i think vb au is so good !!! i want to chew on it thank you sorry for too many words ;-;

damn anon you had some thoughts 😂 (gonna put this under a cut so i don't flood anyone's dash)

Tbh I totally forgot that there was a beach volleyball scene in Hawaii until you reminded me omg. The way Makoto spikes it hard into the sand ... a murderer 😂 But yes she's easily captain-material for sure, especially since she's already student council president and everything

I think people would underestimate Haru at first, but you could definitely give her an edge up on something e.g. one of those scary killer serves. Bottom line is that Haru should have her sweet murderous moment where she's bouncing delicately on her heels all \o/ \o/ \o/ oh my I hope you're ready — because I won't hold back!! 💕 while the opposing team cowers in fear or something lol. I love my wife can you tell

Middle blocker is totally viable for Yusuke too I think!! He's a tall guy, so he could definitely do stuff if he puts the work in. If this was based on canonverse then yeah I could see him whiffing the ball from time to time. I’m sure the hand/body coordination for handling a sword vs doing da sports ball is different lol. My reason for making him ace was so that he could be a temperamental but formidable ace, and place him as one of the key players for Kosei so that the Shujin team could have rivals to go up against ya know? I just think the idea of seeing Yusuke's murder eyes as he blasts a spike through a block is just. (chef's kiss) sublime shit. It would be an honour to die by his hand (also is 180cm really normal libero height?? All my volleyball knowledge is gleaned from HQ so I’m probably missing something lmao)

Also I see your point about making Akechi and Joker on the same team, but considering that it’s these two dudes we’re talking about I feel like we have to double down on their whole rival dynamic, it would be a crime not to imo (and this is coming from someone who hates shu/ake and Akechi lol). The setter mind games they could have with each other is too good — like if you have Akechi be his superficially genial and amiable self while Joker actively goes out of his way to antagonise him just to peel back that fake veneer of charm and throw him off his game??? Delish

😭 Mishima my beloved ... I think I mentioned this already but I really like the idea of him being a libero since it's a near 1:1 parallel to his role in canon (no spike, only support!!!!) I HC that his low-to-zero presence lowkey serves him well on court, in the sense that he's a solid defense player that quietly keeps chugging along and making sure the ball stays up while everyone else focuses on offense. He's a silly little NPC that keeps his head down and stays in his lane ... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Ofc sometimes the opposing team is going to target him to try and break through their defense, but once he gets into his zone it's hard to shake him off his groove imo. If you're telling me Mishima can hyperfixate this hard on his dumb little website then at least some of that focus is going to bleed into his vball game headspace (wow I didn’t go off on a shu/yuu tangent. it’s a miracle, let’s keep it that way)

Anyway thank you for your volleyball thoughts!! It’s always fun to think about it even though it’s too much effort to actualise it lmao

#more ramblings about the non-existent sports au #this is a meal too big to cook for me #i say as i continue to ferment smelly natto for the mishima fuckers #i have stuff saved up but idk when i'll post it #please wait for me .... sobs

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future--ghost · 11 months

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I HAD THIS WEIRD ASS MULTI-FANDOM DREAM LAST NIHHT EXCEPT IT WAS MAINLT ABOUT BATIM??? HELPP??

I had this weird ass dream about a batim themed movie and it was about the Ink Curse??? So it started out with Hunter from the Owl House getting put in time out and then he fell asleep, so Lilth drew one of those two swiggly lines on his face.

Then it cut to the bendy movie??? That was only part one and 3 and a half hours long??? So basically the MC who was a girl, I think she was a brunette caucasian teenager and her best friend who was the stereotypical pretty popular girl looks (blonde hair, blue eyes etc, lets call her Brittany) but she was really nice. One day, MC (im gonna call her autumn) falls asleep, and her face gets those squiggly lines like Hunter got in the prolouge. She wakes up and looks in the mirror, and now there are two circles of her skin coming a little outward, like she got two small warts on her face, but she didn't? Then she goes to the library and meets this nice guy named Aaron, who's got 4c curls and a nice fade. They start talking and hit it off immediately. Then Autumn gets these really unnerving flashes of images that sort of decay and stuff. Like the eyes with move in an unnatural way and start to grow, and some will be of people in the ocean, then slowly getting dragged in by a black murky substance that overtakes their body as the person's figure melts and deforms beyond recognition. I was super freaked out by these in the dream. Anyways, it stopped, and Autumn started describing these symptoms to Aaron, who apparently knew what she was going through was easily a curse, so he found a book on something called "The Ink Curse" (creative, I know -_-). They start researching it and blah blah blah, the two fall deep in love. They can't find a way to cure it, so Aaron goes onto the stage they have set up in front of several people for some reason, and Aaron pulls out the accursed ink that he somehow obtained and infects himself with it. Autumn gets a flash of the Ink world, which is really just some sort of teaser screenshot showcasing a bunch of different characters. (The Ink Demon looks hella deformed here. I thought that was funny.) That's where Act 1 ended.

Act 2 started out with a bunch of those weird flashing images I mentioned before (now that I'm writing this, I don't think that hallucination scene really happened). Blah blah blah, we're introduced to Autumn's best friend Brittany, who looks and sounds like your stereotypical mean girl but actually really cares for Autumn and would do anything to protect her. Brittany finds a way to cure Autumn's curse, so she summons Beezelbub and asks him to curse Autumn's curse and also whatever ailments she might have as well? This is done with a simple notion that I can not for the life of me remember. Autumn is cured, and Brittany is happy, so it feels like a happy ending. Except, Aaron hasn't been seen in a while. He was in for the past month, and he slowly became more sickly looking until he looked like he had been bleached. His skin looked almost grey, with a small hint of tan. Black, drippy marks started to appear on his skin or come from his skin, let bits of Ink seeping down his eye, until he eventually vanished. Despite the sudden disappearance of Aaron, everyone moved on after a few months. Autumn, on the other hand, was mildly worried. She tried to stay optimistic by hoping he had transferred to another school, but no matter what she said to calm herself, it didn't work. There was a ring at the door. Autumn left her room to go see who was there, she found that the hallway looked dingy and decaying, with bits of black liquid seeping through the walls. The door opened and a black murky figure, that was heavily deformed and had messed up features, despite still having the appearance of something almost human. It wandered through the halls looking for Autumn, it could not see its surriundings , but it could hear. Autumn eventually said something that caused the creature to come over to her location. The creature had told Autumn everything. The Inky figure turned out to be Aaron. Autumn attempted to speak to him, telling him that she knew a way to cure him, but Aaron seemed pissed off by that. He told her that he was not cursed but enlightened. That he could not go back to living blindly, as he did before. He told Autumn about his plan to drag everyone at school into the Ink, to save this godforsaken world and bring them all to a new, better place. Autumn knew she had to escape, so she left. She ran away and left him there. Hoping that she could buy herself some time to run away, get to school, and warn everyone.

She got to her school and found Brittany, she told her everything, and Brittany agreed to help sabotage his plans. It cut to what I assume was gym class because everyone was rallied up in an activity of sorts. For some odd reason, people were sitting down in metal foldable chairs. Brittany looked up and saw that there were buckets of ink, so she made sure the seats were arranged in an order so they'd be safe from the splash. When the Ink came down, it covered this one kid who never showed up again, so he was probably fine. I can't remember what happened in between here, but there was a confrontation between Aaron and Brittany. Aaron was enraged, asking if Autumn even missed him or if she even cared. Brittany yelled back and brought us to a cutscene with the two girls by the ocean on an empty part of a beach. The light waves moved back and forth against Autumn, who was crying. She missed Aaron dearly and didn't know how to go on without him. She felt incredibly guilty and let her things be taken away by the sea, slowly and gently. Brittany comforted her, telling her that it's not her fault and that there was nothing she could've done to help him. The two girls stood in the sea. Autumn let her heart out, and Brittany stood with her and made sure she felt safe. It went back to Aaron and Brittany, and she pulled out a spray bottle. Aaron taunted her, and Brittany sprayed him with bleach. He melted, and then Brittany found Autumn, and they went into town looking for a place to hide. They found a small area saying that only people of high status could enter. They bullshitted their way in and stayed until the night was over.

Prom. The cliche end of any high school movie, and this shit show is no acception. We see kidd dancing until we see an invisible man in a suit dancing on his own. For some reason, the prom looked like a ballroom for a gala. A jock went up and confronted the man, poking fun at him. The man revealed himself to be a creature of Ink (no idea if it's Aaron or not). They change into a fancy jester outfit and go on causing chaos throughout the dance. We get another look at the teaser flash thing, in which we clearly see a character from an entirely different fandom altogether... JEVIL FROM DELTARUNE?? yeah, I'm just as confused as you are man. The two cause mayhem and panic, and it ends with a scene if the two floating far above the ballroom that is in complete disarray. Then I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, hope you enjoyed my dream.

Bonus: I remember hoping that Autumn was Allison for some reason idk

#yes #real #silly #true #im dead 💀💀#the owl house #hunter toh #lilth toh #BATIM #ink demon??#the ink??#allison #Jevil #jevil deltarune #dream #weird shit #so fucking cinfused rn

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reanimationstation · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons for new batdr characters? (Audrey,toon Bendy etc?)

boy do i! admittedly i haven't rotated audrey as much as i shouldve since i played batdr but in my defense ive been thinking about ben

it got long so under the cut

audrey:

i think it'd be sweet if she started to regard henry as her other father. idk if anyone has ever told her that her dad def had a crush on him but i feel like she'd still find a good mentor in him. at least someone who will listen to her.

she keeps on seeing boris around the studio and really wants to meet him but hasnt had a good excuse to (she also wants to test out her theory that all borises like to be pet like tom was)

i think that in the new cycles/iterations she should be able to figure out how to change peoples designs. like how the lost ones got more details in batdr as opposed to batim? maybe give searchers the ability to talk and all that. legs even. just to improve quality of life down there

idk what the hell happened at the end of the game but im gonna choose to ignore how it seems like she betrayed the ink demon after he trusts her because :(

ben:

baby boy. baby

yes hes still the ink demon even post game dont look at me. i. look, im taking this as a (BOOK ACCURATE) jekyll and hyde situation. same person, he just acts differently based on what society expects of him. but he didnt want to be a monster, he was forced to become one because thats what his creator (joey) thought of him as (like frankenstein!). he contains multitudes

so post game, i think he can finally start to slowly put down those walls and act as a middle ground between both extremes. he can heal, he can learn how to trust again.

that being said i think he should still be able to transform into ink demon form if he felt like it. as a treat.

not a headcanon but i forgive him, personally. if you were treated like a monster your whole life wouldn't you be ANGRY? he's done nothing wrong besides all the atrocities

i have a lot of feelings about him as you can see

autistic. i will not be elaborating

betty:

i think she should unionize post game

she'd still be audrey's housekeeper cause she likes the work but she has dental now

has weekly tea with malice, allison, heidi, and an honorary porter (and audrey when shes there) to exchange gossip

keepers:

i want them dead

poor norman was probably dissected to be studied to make them

idk if they have human in them or if theyre purely mechanical but it's probably old gent workers

i usually respect mad scientists but i hate them so much

should be killable in game change my mind

porter:

i think he got the rope after allison gave him the advice to always carry rope

i like to think he's from the heavenly toys department... probably likes to tinker and make new toys

heidi:

queen

accidentally overhears a lot of gossip when shes hiding

wears a bow because she thought it looked cute on bendy and therefore she wanted one.

doesnt hate the ink demon because when he appears its just impromptu hide and seek (if you're caught you die :D!)

archie carter

i dont actually have any interesting headcanons for him but a really funny story is that i was with my friend while she was playing and we got to his log and we both were like wow he has such a nice voice tf fav background character?? and two days later i found out it was superhorrorbro mike and i was mortified because i WATCH his videos and i didn't recognize his voice 😭 it was so embarrassing

still my favorite new background character (who has a log)

wilson:

i also dont have any headcanons for him but i hate him and i hate that audrey was siding with him for some of the game even AFTER learning about how the keepers tortured ben and augh ill stop talking

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #victors internal monologue #this got long! oops

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verdictvelvet · 1 year

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spider-verse 2 thoughts post

everybody has already said this is only half of a movie but it's really only half of a movie, huh. the character stuff in the first hour gets a lot of room to breathe it's really cool that we just get a bunch of down tempo stuff with miles and his supporting cast but also like an hour in when we're still just kinda luxuriating in it it becomes really apparent that we're not resolving anything until next year. the like last fifteen minutes really suffer also where it's pretty obvious what the cliffhanger is gonna be but they roll it out extremely slowly. just feels kinda agonizing. felt like they could have been snappier with that part and it would have only been better

she was definitely relieved that all the stuff in the trailers that she thought looked kinda corny and bad with like all the spider-men walking around the big spider-base doing weak meta jokes wound up only being like 15 minutes of the movie. but also that part wound up being worse than she expected because in addition to being pretty corny and bad it just blows up the scope of the movie to a scale that just doesn't work. if everybody who's in on miguel's shit is like. characters we know who have their own conflicted personal reasons to cling to the ideas he's putting forward it works but when every spider-man ever is going to fall in line to try to beat up a teenager it's like. why. cut it out. take a step back

she got her hopes up waaaaay too high about ben reilly, he's got less than nothing in this movie. that's her fucking boy! but all they give him are weak gags about a vague idea of what 90s comics were like. no specificity, no attempt at even suggesting that he's a character. she's a little hopeful for the next part still because if you're telling your story about like a metafictional conflict about like. who deserves to be/is supposed to be spider-man then like. putting ben in there as a guy with a conflicted position is the easiest layup in the world! he's the most natural fit to expand on what they're doing in the full version of this movie instead of the half of the movie they released. so here's hoping

hobies introduction scene was like. kind of terrible, just rapid-fire jokes about a very slight concept of his character while trying to cram him into a love triangle as like a vague threat to miles while doing no work to establish him as a character in regards to that relationship. but once they just kind of chill out a little bit and he's the guy who's just hanging around and fucking with everybody it's like. yeah okay he's pretty fun. so that's nice

this movie looooves cop dads so much truly nobody on there planet is more enthused by the cop dad/crime dad dichotomy in bendis' miles comics than lord and miller. the ensuing character stuff mostly works once you're like willing to build the remove to accept that this is the level the movie is operating on but there's definitely some kinda messy thematic entangling of the cop stuff and the spider-man stuff that hopefully won't consume the back half

anyway movie really pretty. still a really exhilarating vision of spider-mans moving around and fighting and saving people. cool visual depictions of spider-mans doing things are one of the greatest cultural contributions of superhero media. can't complain

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maguro13-2 · 9 months

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Legacy of Shinra ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 1 Finale [2/3]

[Combo Cannon Area - Aboard the Halberd]

Ashley : Come on! Something must've aboard the ship!

Penny Crygor : What the--?!

Kimial Diehl : Oh no! That thing again!?

[Red Falcon - Sota Fujimori]

Bendy : I've been looking forward to you see again, all up and running. Still going to believe what you're up against?

Kimial Diehl : Great! It's that demon again! The one that I was at in Tokyo! Bendy!

Bendy : So much for you that is not even a challenge that can handle the great Inky demon! Prepare to be squashed like tiny little bugs!

Ashley : Won't go down without a fight! You're ready for this, partner?

Kimial Diehl : Same to you! Looks like we gotta deal with this inky f**ker!

(the two battles against Bendy)

Kimial Diehl : Haven't I told you something before, you know what the secret ingredient to Black Blood real and why did you targeted against Maka?

Bendy : Do you think that is even necessary that I, the Ink Demon, has gave her that inky blackness to her and became her gifted powers to control it. Once that's become clear and completey soon as possible, she will end up becoming just like me! A demon with the raw powers of Inky Darkness!

Ashley : Typical. Just another way to foil one of Medusa's decisive plans. Can't say I wouldn't ending up becoming a demon made out of something like that! You know that Ink has been a weird substance for a kind of power like that, and I don't get a messy spot on my clothes!

Bendy : [chuckles] Do as you want to do with me! I have no better use than to putting the planet in danger with all my sight! I'm just getting things what I needed to be done! I can dish out any of you beings that would be a real treat to me! I'm gonna make it to the top when I'm done through with you!

Kimial Diehl : I betcha I won't be so lucky when I finally to know who you really are, Bendy! Let's cut to the chase and get it over with!

[during mid-battle]

Kimial Diehl : Man! This is one tough Bastard! Hope this is starting to get a little weary!

Ashley : This is the opportunity to strike this demon down! Focus on your magic! It's gonna be a little on the top!

Kimial Diehl : Alright!

??? : Hello!? Is someone there!? Oh thank goodness, some witches have been hearing my call!

Bendy : Quiet, you! This is my fight! Stay out of my lane!

??? : Please, you've got to get me out of here! This bastard made of ink has tricked me and now he wants me to destroy you!

Ashley : Hold the phone! That voice! That sounded like...[*DBZ SFX : Surprise] The Demon Sword Ragnarok! What the hell is going on here?!

Kimial Diehl : So that voice, It's Ragnarok, but what's it doing inside the demon?! Wait, is demon sword Ragnarok made of ink as well!? So then, this demon is really...

Ashley : Kimial, now's the time! Let's use the power of light and aim towards the demon!

Kimial Diehl : Got it! [uses light magic against the demon, attacking him directly]

[Demon roars]

Kimial Diehl : It worked!

Meta Knight : So the demon was made from Inky Darkness all along, but it's blood is apparently the ink within it's body! What kind of creature that is responsible for the outcome?

Ashley : And now to turn yourself back to what you really are! Demon begone! [uses her wand to cast a magic spell against the demon, causing him to revert to it's demon form] Hm? What?! Hey, this demon is going to revert it's true form! I wonder who could this really be?!

Meta Knight : Wait a sec, that kid with Demon Sword Ragnarok. It's...

[it is revealed that the ink demon is none other than Crona and Ragnarok]

Kimial Diehl : Crona!

Ashley : You mean the Kid of that heartless imposter!

[scene transits]

Sir Kibble : Unbelievable! How did a kid managed to infiltrate our ship?

Meta Knight : The analysis is complete. It turns out that this kid's black blood isn't black at all, it's bodily fluid is 100% made with ink. It's wisely that "Ink" is the secret ingredient for the black blood ability, it also makes a person unleashes it's insanity.

Sailor Waddle Dee : So what does this mean?

Meta Knight : It means someone has given Ink to create a bodily fluid to control both blood and Ink, and has been using it as an abilities such as hemokinesis and Ink manipulation. They are commonly more than meets the eye.

Blade Knight : So the kid named Crona is half human and half ink demon? What a shocking twist. Who knew it was ink that was inside the kid's body this entire time. His brain is still red or pink, but his organs are all black, made out of the ink! [shows X-rays of Crona's body parts except the heart and brain, that are all inky black] X-rays shows that Crona's brain is pink and red, his heart is red as well, but his organs are black as ever!

Sword Knight : What a remarkable display! This snakey witch was using Ink to create the bodily fluid that would engulf the planet in a spiraling world of thick inky darkness.

Blade Knight : We'll be a lucky son of a...

[Alarm Blaring]

Sailor Waddle Dee : Captain! There's another unknown passenger that has aboarded on the ship, and it's bad news!

Meta Knight : Another intruder? [looks at the screen, showing the Heartless symbol] And it appears to be a "Heartless" at this point. What the hell is it doing something aboard the ship? Unless there's six unknown passengers that are aboard the ship. I wonder who could that be?

Axel : Hey, need a hand, smash fighter? It seems that you're not the only one that is able to handle some mystery solving problems. It's like they're playing some kind of TV Detective that knows how to crack the case.

Meta Knight : Hmm? Who are you? Ahh, I guess you're one of them members of an organization from Kingdom Hearts.

Ventus : Yes, and I am with him. It appears that we came from Square Enix to handle the truth about the world of Soul Eater.

~ Fourteenth Scene : The Shell of a Human Being ~

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lightkrets312 · 7 years

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wowie I did an art

@shinyzango @themarginalartist

(I started this about 3 days ago, drew something else, forgot about this, and then a few days and a haircut later came across the rough sketch and finished it. And this was originally just gonna be a pencil drawing. Art processes, man…)

(Bonus doodles and art process under the cut.)

Sketch

(...plus bonus commentary)

Rough lineart! (...finished like 3 days later)

...and then the ever important question...

End decision: Ink. Started some of the “color” before I took the picture, whoops.

And the rough finished product!

“Hey LG how did you decide whether to do ink or not?”

With a bot of course. That whole “making decisions yourself” junk’s a bit overrated if you ask me. what do you mean i’m indecisive psssh naw

(If y’all want to find it, the Discord bot’s Tatsumaki. Good commands. Fun bot. Less fun when you’re making decisions for a DND style thing and your character ends up beaten up 10 ways to Sunday. Thanks Tatsu.)

#my art #inky bendy stuff #2d bendy au #hello yes I am absolutely here to see what Marginal has planned #also big buffaboi is protective of his confused wobbly fren #idk about when Henry's not in control but I can't imagine that he has his balance for a while #Bendy's gonna have some work cut out for him #...also in the time frame between starting this and finishing this i got ANOTHER HECKING DRAW IDEA for this AU #it's probs better as a write but I wanna get it out there #among many ideas I wanna get out there #ok done tag ranting #*chucks this in the general direction of people and runs*

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a-simple-gaywitch · 3 years

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Ohana

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s in love with his new neighbor- and her son that’s just like him

Word Count: 3234

Warnings: Typical CM stuff (Amplification specifically), Single Parent!Reader, slight angst

“Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.” -Lilo and Stitch

Spencer remembered the day you moved in. He remembered you lugging boxes up five flights of stairs by yourself. When he saw you struggling with a heavy box, trying to find your key, he decided to be bold and help.

“You look like you could use some assistance,” he said. “I’m, uh, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I live right across the hall.”

“Dr. (Y/N) (L/N),” you said.

“Here, let me hold the box for you.”

“Careful, it’s heavy,” you said, shifting it into his arms.

Spencer was jostled for a moment from the weight of the box, which was labeled (Y/N)’s Books. “So, MD or PhD?” he asked you as you searched for the right key.

“PhD, I’m too squeamish to be in the medical field,” you said with a laugh. It was the most beautiful sound Spencer had ever heard. “What about you?”

“What? Oh,” Spencer shook his head, focusing back on the conversation. “PhDs.”

You stopped sorting through your keys and turned to face Spencer. “Plural? Holy shit, are you a genius or something?”

Spencer let out a small laugh before saying, “Yeah, technically. But I don’t think intelligence can be accurately quantified.”

You finally found the right key and sighed as you heard the lock click. “Um, you can set the box with the others by the bookshelf.”

Spencer turned to see a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, much like his own, with boxes upon boxes of books in front of it. Some were labeled Academics, some had the same label as the one he was currently holding, and some had Oliver’s Books scrawled across the top.

“So, uh, where are you moving from?” he asked you, following the maze of boxes to your kitchen.

You offered him a bottle of water. “Erie, Pennsylvania. I got a job at Georgetown as an Associate Professor in the history department.”

“Oh, I guest lecture there every once in a while. In the criminology department. Uh, what’s your concentration?” Spencer took a sip from the water bottle.

“Medieval and Renaissance history,” you said. “I get to teach fun classes like Medieval Weaponry and Warfare.”

“Well, maybe I can sit in on that class someday.”

You smiled at him and that was when Spencer knew, you’d worked your way into his heart and you were never leaving.

Spencer remembered the first time he met Oliver. It was 53 hours, 27 minutes, and 15 seconds since the day he met you. He was coming home from an exhausting case when he saw you trying to balance paper shopping bags in your arms while opening your door. A small boy, no older than 6, stood behind you with oversized headphones and a mobile gaming system. He had a huge backpack on his shoulders.

“Ollie, take the keys. Ollie. Oliver.”

“You need some help?” Spencer asked, setting his go-bag in front of his door.

“Spencer, hi! Um, some help would be great.” Spencer took the bags from your arms so you could open the door. “Oh, uh, this is Oliver, my son.”

“Your-your son?” Spencer asked. If you had a son, it was likely you had a partner.

“Yep, he’s my boy.” You tapped his shoulder and gestured for him to say hi. The boy gave a small wave before going back to his game.

Spencer cleared his throat. “So, uh, where’s-where’s his father?”

“California. At least, that’s where he went when he left us.” Your hand was resting on top of your son’s head. He looked just like you. “Here, can you just set the bags on the counter?” you asked after opening the door. Oliver started down the hallway when you grabbed the loop of his backpack. “Not so fast. You know the rules. Homework first, then you can play your game again.”

Oliver groaned and handed you his game. You set it on the counter next to the bags of groceries.

“So, you’re raising him alone?” Spencer asked you.

You nodded and started unpacking the bags. “Yeah. You know, it’s been hard, but I can’t imagine life without my Ollie. He’s my heart and soul.”

Spencer and you became friends quite quickly. He told you about his job as a profiler, and you told him about working at the university. He would come over after cases and watch movies with you and Oliver. He’d help you put groceries away and he’d help you with simple tasks.

He also picked up on Oliver’s eccentricities. He reminded Spencer of his younger self. He didn’t talk much about kids at school and he breezed through schoolwork. His interests seemed heightened beyond what could be considered normal for a kid his age. One day, Spencer decided to ask about it as inconspicuously as he could.

The two of you were playing a game of chess when he brought it up.

“So, Oliver seems to be doing pretty well in school. What grade did you say he was in, second?”

“Yeah, the school bumped him up a grade. They wanted me to move him up to fourth, but I know how important it is to have friends your own age. And he already struggles to make friends.”

“He does? Why?”

You sighed, moving your knight. “Check. He was diagnosed as autistic when he was three. He doesn’t quite get social cues so it’s hard for him.”

Spencer moved his bishop and took your knight. “I’m sure his dad leaving didn’t help.”

“Well, he, uh, he never actually met his dad. Leo left me when I was four months pregnant.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

You waved him off. “It’s fine. It was almost seven years ago. I moved on, and I learned to balance motherhood with college. I completed my undergrad when he was only a few months old and I worked on graduate school when he was a high-energy toddler. It just proved to me that I can do anything. Checkmate.”

Spencer was enjoying a rare day off on a Tuesday when his phone started ringing. He groaned, thinking it was Hotch with an urgent case. But when he saw your name on the caller ID, his face lit up.

“(Y/N), hey!” he said. “What’s going on?”

“Ollie’s school just called me. He’s sick but I have classes and meetings all day so I can’t go get him and-”

“Are you asking if I can go get him?” Spencer said, cutting off your rambling.

“Yes! Could you, please? I’d be so so grateful.”

Spencer smiled, grabbing the spare key you gave him. “Of course.”

“Oh, thank you so much. There’s a spare car seat in the coat closet. I’ll call the school and let them know you’ll be picking him up. Thank you so much, Spencer.”

When Spencer got to the school, he was fidgety. He’d never spent time alone with your son before. And he wasn’t even sure if the kid liked him.

He walked into the front office and said, “Hi, my name is Spencer Reid, I’m here to pick up Oliver (L/N)?”

“Oh, (Y/N) said you were coming to get him. If I could just see your ID?” the receptionist asked. Spencer nodded and pulled out his driver’s license. “Great, if you could just sign Oliver out on the clipboard here, you’ll be good to go.”

Spencer scribbled his signature on the clipboard and the receptionist got up to get Oliver from the back office. Oliver followed the receptionist, his backpack on his shoulders and a paper bag clutched in his hands. His face was pale and he was swaying slightly.

“Hey, Ollie,” Spencer said.

“Hi, Spencer. Where’s my mom?”

“She got stuck at work, buddy. You’re gonna stay with me until she comes home, okay?”

Oliver nodded. “Okay.” He followed Spencer out of the school and climbed in the back of his car.

“Do you want me to put the window down?” Spencer offered, looking back at the boy in the mirror. When Oliver nodded, Spencer put his window down and pulled out of the parking lot.

After pulling into the parking garage, Spencer looked in the mirror again. Oliver was fast asleep, his head slumped against the door. Rather than waking the boy, Spencer unbuckled him and scooped him up in his arms.

Oliver wrapped his little, sweaty arms around Spencer’s neck as he was carried inside. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was how much he cared for the boy, but Spencer pressed a small kiss to the side of his head. Spencer dug your spare key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, setting Ollie down on the couch.

After covering him with a blanket, Spencer dug around in your kitchen for some ginger ale and crackers. After setting them on the coffee table, he heard a small voice say, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Spencer noticed Oliver watching him from the couch. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, handing Oliver the soda with a red bendy straw. “What do you mean, bud?”

“I know you like-like my mom. But you’re nice to me even when she’s not here. Matt didn’t do that. He called me names when Mom wasn’t around. He said I was weird.”

Spencer knew Matt was your ex from your time working at the Erie campus of Penn State. He was the first person you’d been with since Oliver’s father. And hearing how he treated Oliver didn’t sit right with Spencer.

Spencer sighed and looked at Oliver. “I’m nice to you because I like you, too. And I was a lot like you when I was your age.”

“You were?” Oliver handed the cup back to Spencer to set back on the table.

Spencer nodded. “People still think I’m weird. But being weird is good. How boring would the world be if everyone was normal?”

Oliver smiled. “It would be pretty boring,” he said.

“Get some rest, okay? It’ll help you feel better.”

You finally managed to sneak out of work and get home. When you opened the door, you saw Spencer sitting in the chair across from your sleeping son, reading a book.

“Hey,” he said in a voice just above a whisper.

“Hey. How is he?”

“He has a low-grade fever and he hasn’t been able to keep anything in his stomach. I’ve been having him nibble on some crackers but even that doesn’t stay down.”

“Oh, my poor boy. Thank you for staying with him.”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you, for both of you.”

The team got back from a particularly rough case dealing with kids. Hotch gave them the weekend off to recuperate.

“Anyone want to go grab a drink?” Derek offered to the group.

“Or five?” Emily added.

“What do you say, kid? You in?” Derek asked Spencer as the younger man packed up his bag.

“Oh, no, sorry. I, uh, I have plans,” he said with a smile before slipping out of the office. The team watched him hurry out of the building before sharing glances with each other.

“Spence has a girlfriend,” JJ realized.

“Pretty boy has a girlfriend?”

“Think about it. When does Spencer ever have plans? And when was the last time he didn’t stay to do paperwork when we were given the time off?”

“And he upgraded his phone out of nowhere,” Emily chimed in. “He went from one that had only the bare essentials to a smartphone he texts on all the time.”

“We need to find out who this girl is,” Morgan decided.

Spencer had been keeping you a secret from the team on purpose. Not because he was ashamed of you, or embarrassed, but because he knew the team saw him as the baby and they would be invasive if they ever found out. He didn’t want them to scare you away, he loved you too much to lose you. Though, he hadn’t said it out loud yet.

You and Spencer were walking down the street, Oliver asleep on Spencer’s back, snoring against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around Spencer’s neck.

“You have no idea how excited he is for you to see his science fair project,” you said. “It was all he could talk about all week.”

Spencer smiled and adjusted the boy on his back. “I think I’m just as excited to see his project, especially since he wouldn’t let me know anything about it.”

You reached the apartment complex and you dug your keys out of your bag. “Are you sure you can carry him up the stairs? I can wake him if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine. I got him,” Spencer whispered, moving so that Oliver was clinging to his front rather than his back. He followed you up the stairs to your apartment. When you unlocked the door, he went straight to Oliver’s room and put the tired boy in his bed. He kissed Ollie’s forehead before flicking on his nightlight and leaving the room.

“Oh, hey,” you said when Spencer came out of the room, “Is he still out?”

“Yeah. I think we might have put him in a coma.”

You laughed and kissed Spencer’s cheek. “Go get some sleep. I know you’re tired, too.”

“I’m not-”

“Spence, you nearly fell asleep at the movies tonight. Go.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go. But not without a kiss goodnight.”

You gave Spencer a kiss before shooing him across the hall. When Spencer unlocked his door and flicked on the light, he saw his team sitting in his living room.

“What the hell? What are you doing here? JJ, I gave you a key for emergencies!”

“This is an emergency!” Penelope said. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us!”

“Kid, please tell me she’s a single mother and you haven’t been keeping a family a secret from us for years,” said Morgan.

Spencer was still annoyed his friends broke into his apartment, but he couldn’t resist talking about you, especially when they’d already seen you. “Her name’s (Y/N), she moved in about a year ago with her son, Oliver. We’ve been dating for three months.”

“Spence, why didn’t you tell us?” JJ asked.

Spencer looked down at his shoes, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I didn’t want you scaring her off. I love her. I love both of them. And you guys can be intimidating.”

“Spencer’s coming to the science fair tonight, right?” Oliver asked you as you got him ready for school.

“That’s what he said,” you told him. “And you know Spencer likes to keep his promises.”

“I can’t wait to show him my mold project!”

“Okay, kiddo, we have to go. We don’t want to be late, do we?”

Meanwhile, Spencer was in the conference room at work, worrying about the latest case they’ve been presented. Someone was releasing a new strain of anthrax in public places around the DC area.

But under his stress over the case, he was worrying about you and Ollie. Maybe that’s why he worked so much harder on this one.

He and Morgan were sent to the suspect’s house, and Spencer entered first. Looking around, he noticed his mistake. When Morgan made his way to the door, he slammed and locked the door.

“Reid, what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer was infected. He knew there was a large chance he would die, but he couldn’t stop working. He needed to find the antidote. HIs breathing was getting heavier and he felt sweat dripping down his face. He pulled out his phone and dialed.

“Hey, Garcia?”

“Reid! Oh, my god, Derek told me what happened. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“That’s not important right now,” he said. “Um, can you- can you record a message for me? It’s for (Y/N) and Ollie.”

“Oh, uh, of course.” He heard her typing. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Spencer cleared the lump in his throat. “Uh, hi, (Y/N), it’s Spencer. Um, I-I wanted to let you know that, uh, I love you and…” he paused, taking a breath and blinking tears from his eyes, “and I’m so happy you let me into your life, into your family. And I want Ollie to know I love him, too. You- both of you- you’re my family.”

After that, things happened too fast. Spencer was being pulled out of the house and hosed down before being ushered to the waiting ambulance. He fell out of consciousness on the ride to the hospital.

When he woke up in a hospital bed, Morgan was sitting by his side.

“Are you eating Jell-O?” he asked, his voice cracking from being dry.

Morgan lit up with a smile. “Welcome back, kid.”

“Is there anymore Jell-O?”

Morgan chuckled. “You know, there’s some people here waiting for you.”

“What?”

Before Morgan could explain, you and Oliver burst into the room.

“Oh, my god, Spence!” You ran over and hugged him the best you could with the various medical equipment attached to him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you scolded.

Oliver climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Spencer. “Yeah, don’t do that again,” he said. “How can I take you to Donuts with Dad if you’re dead?” He looked up at Spencer with his big doe-eyes and Spencer felt his heart break a little bit.

“You-you want me to go to Donuts with Dad with you? Even though I missed your science fair?”

Ollie nodded. “I don’t care that you missed my science fair. I just care that you’re still here.” He looked up and Spencer and wrapped his arms around his torso. “I love you, Spencer.” He gave Spencer a light squeeze.

Spencer smiled and ruffled his hair. “I love you too, Ollie.” He looked up at you. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled and gave Spencer a soft kiss.

“Ewww!” Ollie squealed, making you both laugh.

Spencer proposed to you about a year later. You’d both decided you didn’t want a huge wedding, just family and close friends. Rossi gave his backyard for you to use for the ceremony. It was simple and small, but it was special and wonderful. Spencer had flown Diana out, and you’d flown your parents out.

After the ceremony, Spencer announced that the both of you had a surprise for Ollie. He went inside Rossi’s house and returned with a manila envelope. He cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, in this envelope, I hold the most important document I have ever signed.” He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat. “This certificate certifies that Oliver B. (L/N) is the adopted child of Spencer W. Reid,” he read.

Oliver’s jaw dropped. “What? You’re- what?”

“Remember all those Saturdays Penelope watched you while Spencer and I went out? This is what we were doing,” you told him.

Oliver ran over to you and Spencer and wrapped you in hugs. The rest of Spencer’s team and your parents joined in. In just two years, your family had gone from just you and your son to more people than you knew what to do with. And that was more than okay with you.

“They may not have my eyes, they may not have my smile, but they have all my heart.” -Anonymous

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #x reader #em's fics

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liesoverthec · 3 years

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OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 2

Hi y’all I’m back! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged the last details post - I sort of just thought people would like it and it would die, so to see it travel and hopefully reach more writers was so great so thank you again!

Details under the cut since I went a little crazy 😅 and if this is your first time seeing this, the first part, and any future parts, can be found under this tag here!

Quick note before I get to the details - always, ALWAYS take details from dialogue or plot over details from the set or props if they contradict each other. The writers have the ultimate say over what happens on the show/for the characters, so whatever they say goes, even if it goes against something props has already laid down (eg, Chim’s birthday, sorry Libra crew. He’s an Aries or a Pisces). So keep that in mind for the future in case some of these details I have which are from props/set are changed in the future, or if you’ve noticed something yourself!

Also if you have questions, I am MORE than happy to answer them, although if you leave them in the tags on this post I’m probably gonna lose them, so if it’s something you’d genuinely like an answer to, drop it in my inbox! Besides my standard “ask” tags, I’m also tagging asks about canon details with this tag here. Every time I make a big post like this, I’m going to link all the asks I’ve gotten since the last post, but if you’re looking for more info in the mean time, that’s the other spot to look!

Buck has a grill on his patio.

Eddie doesn’t hang Christopher’s art on the fridge - instead it is either hung on the corkboard in Chris’ room to the left of the door, or Eddie puts it in an actual frame and hangs it using a hammer/nails in Christopher’s room. All the Diaz family has on their fridge is a bunch of bendy people magnets. (I absolutely ADORE him putting all this effort into treating Christopher’s art like it’s something you’d buy from a professional artist).

Info on everyone’s ages can be found here. (Little more discussion of Chim’s situation here).

Albert has a bachelor’s degree! I don’t know in what though, except that it’s some field for which is a Master’s is useful.

Athena was in a sorority in college, Delta Sigma Theta. Their website describes them as “ ...a sisterhood comprised primarily of Black, college-educated women ... [that] considers the issues impacting the Black community and boldly confronts the challenges of African Americans and, hence, all Americans ”, which I love for Athena, and feel is very in-character for her at that time in her life!

Chim is an aviators dude. When he wears sunglasses, they’re always aviators.

Athena also wears nothing but aviators.

Bobby wears square aviators.

Eddie, on the other hand, always wears Wayfarers.

Buck either doesn’t really like sunglasses or he constantly forgets he owns them, since we’ve only seen him wear them once in 60 eps, in a move I’m pretty sure was ONLY for dramatic effect.

Hen’s sunglasses change style over the seasons like her regular glasses do, but she tends to like browline sunglasses.

Info on Christopher’s school can be found here!

There are two colors of dispatch polo, and there doesn’t seem to be any rhythm or reason for who wears what. Maroon - Maddie and Linda. Blue - Josh and May. Jamal has actually worn both maroon and blue, so it doesn’t seem to be TOTALLY set in stone although I’ve never seen anyone else switch. Sue is too badass to wear a dispatch shirt.

Both Bobby and Eddie drive 4 door pickups. Bobby’s is navy. Eddie specifically has a black, 2020 GMC Denali 1500 pickup truck (in case you want to specifically look up what the inside of it looks like or what features it has 😂)

Info on the 118’s medical certifications can be found here.

Correction to Eddie’s living situation from last post: no next door neighbors, but instead UPSTAIRS neighbors. (Pointed out by Abigail in this ask). Also since someone else was wondering the notes of the last post - no, there is absolutely no discussion on the show of whether or not Eddie rents the apartment or owns it. But based on the fact that it’s 1) LA and 2) an apartment, my guess would be he rents it.

When Maddie isn’t feeling like herself, she tends to straighten her hair rather than curl it. It seems to be more when she’s uncertain about her place in her own and other people’s lives, rather than just when she’s simply worried - eg it’s straight in 2B, when she’s uncertain if she wants to continue working as a dispatcher/is unsure about her relationship with Chim.

For work, Chim, Eddie and Buck all use black duffel bags with a LAFD patch on the top. Hen uses several different cute bags, and Bobby seems to have a plain black duffel bag.

Watches - Bobby, Athena, Chim, Hen and Buck all wear their watch on their left wrist (but Athena ONLY wears hers for work, she takes it off at home.) Eddie wears his on his right wrist, and Maddie doesn’t wear one.

Chim (and Maddie by default) literally still have the exact same couch as in the pilot. (Which means that Chim has cuddled Tatiana on that couch, AND Albert has had sex on it. TIME TO GET A NEW ONE, BUCKLEY-HANS 😂)

The 118 has five different rigs - the engine (E118), the ladder truck (T118), two ambulances and the captain’s truck. 95% of the time, when the team is chilling in the cab of a rig and chatting (eg the ‘stuck under a live telephone pole’ scene in Jinx), they’re in the engine, not the truck. (Which I personally learned recently are NOT interchangeable terms!)

Athena and Michael got married when Athena was 37.

If you’d like to give Maddie a full name beyond “Maddie”, you should use Madeline. (I know, I know, in 4x04 she says Maddie is the name on her birth certificate, and that you should never use props details if they contradict script details, but I always thought that was a super weird exchange in 4x04 which could be explained by Maddie getting a nickname since she was born when Margaret and Phillip, you know, actually loved their kids and showed it, so of course Buck doesn’t get one, and in 4x04, Maddie was trying to avoid the entire issue of why she got one and Buck didn’t. But! Do what you want, and use Madeline as the full version of Maddie if you’d like, since that’s what’s on the BOLO in 2x13 😂)

Athena’s call sign is 727 L30, but she doesn’t have a specific squad car - the number changes throughout the series.

Chim really likes chewing gum, but he’s the only one out of the entire family!

The station has an Xbox One S, and it’s white.

In the real LAFD, there are stations 1 through 114. To avoid confusion while filming on the streets (I’m assuming), our fictional LAFD never uses the number of a real station. So if you want another station for a fic, and you want something that would be real in OUR universe, use the numbers 115 and above. They’ve gone as high as 221 in our universe.

Battalions - station 118 is in Battalion 7, which is also not a battalion in real Los Angeles. The 118 has interacted w/ Battalion 1, which is a real battalion, but other ‘non-real which makes them more likely for our universe’ battalions include numbers: 3, 8, 13, 16, 19 and above.

S1 Buck knew the term Jedi, but based on context, didn’t understand AT ALL the context provided by Star Wars, so there’s another edge of his pop culture limits for you.

Chim is the most tech-savvy out of everyone, hands down.

Athena has a VERY active Twitter account.

Abuela’s house number is 8902. I don’t have a street name for you unfortunately though. :/

Athena’s favorite flowers are white roses. None of the other women are really flower people.

Michael likes to wear purple.

When they’re at a call, Buck does pretty much all of the stuff with the hammer and the saw. Eddie does all the work needed with the drill.

Harry goes to Meadowbrook Elementary.

Buck lives on the fourth floor of his apartment building, across the hall from Apt. 416. The lovely @lovelessmotel found this listing for what is more or less the apartment. What happened was: the set crew rented this apartment for the one episode at the end of s2 when Buck moved in, and then over the summer before s3 built their own set of it, and changed some things - eg giving him an island, and moving the sink to a second counter against the far wall, you can see the changes here in this amazing gif set by the awesome Austen, but the listing should let you click around a little more upstairs and figure out dimensions better than what the show provides!

When Athena and Hen go out to eat together, it’s always fast food burgers and fries.

Waffles are Athena’s favorite food, and tiramisu is her favorite dessert.

Every takeout we’ve seen Buck eat has always been in a Chinese food takeout container, and we know he likes Thai food the best. EXCEPT! The one time we see him eat takeout with Eddie and Christopher, they have pizza. So take from that what you will......

Eddie has a cell phone and a landline.

Chim is a shameless multiple texter.

Chim and Bobby sleep closest to the door in their respective bedrooms (both right side of the bed if you are standing at the foot, facing the headboard), and Athena and Maddie sleep furthest away from the door (left side).

Some canon last names for other firefighters at the station in case you wanna add more people to a fic - Mitchell, Sanchez, Serrano (woman), Porter, Meyers (woman), Maxwell, Voyta

Hen and Karen really love decorating their house with dark/red wood.

Karen is Mommy and Hen is Mama.

Bobby has a brother, and a grandmother, and that’s literally ALL we know about his family outside of Marcy and the kids.

Evidence points to Eddie being the oldest child in his family.

Karen has multiple brothers (no sisters), but no idea how many - just that one of them is named Trey, and one of them lives in LA and has kids. They might be the same brother and they might not be.

Both Hen and Athena are only children.

Athena has been on the police force for 30 years.

Christopher and Denny are the same age (born in 2011), and Harry is two years older than them.

Michael lives in apartment 308.

The bank in this universe is CalAm.

Hen and Karen have a picture of Denny, May and Harry on their fireplace mantel.

Eddie having a black thumb + a lot of plants in his living room = him buying fake plants bc he likes the aesthetic ™ or someone (cough Carla cough) is taking care of them for him.

The COVID timeline in OG’s universe is fucked up compared to the real world’s, so it shouldn’t be used as a way to measure time! They just throw it in wherever it makes sense for the story they want to tell (eg the vaccines in s4 ep 8), since s3 was both done before COVID hit but also airing while it was happening. It makes absolutely no sense for May to graduate in March nor for Chris to be going to what is specifically labeled summer camp, and the vaccine plotline was INCREDIBLY early, even for real life, so don’t use anything from that as a measure of time. I’ve found except in specific examples, eg the two tsunami episodes, it’s very safe to say every episode covers a week - fall holidays on the show line up with their real life counterparts, indicating about the same amount of time is passing for us and them.

On that note - Jee-Yun was born in late January, early February 2021. (Conceived in Pinned, which was end of March/beginning of April, meaning Maddie was around a month along at May’s graduation in May ➡ 42 weeks + 3 days from then = late Jan/early Feb. Which unfortunately means we most likely won’t see her birthday celebrated on screen. If we assume she was conceived on the date Pinned aired, aka the very sexy hotel scene, then January 21st or 22nd would be Jee’s birthday, depending on if she was born after midnight or not.

Buck has had at least one other Jeep between the one Maddie gave him, and the one he has now, which means that when he needs a new car, he is purposefully choosing Jeeps.

I hope this was all as interesting/enjoyable to you as it was to me! And just to repeat - I love answering questions so pls let me know if you have any at all ❤

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Tagging: @buckbuckley

#911 fox #911 canon character details #athena grant #bobby nash #chimney han #hen wilson #maddie buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bathena #madney #henren #buddie #userac #hey yall if anyone else wants to be added to these tags let me know #im happy to do so #I feel like I have v little for Bobby here sorry :/#I’ll work on getting lots for him next time

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inkdemonapologist · 3 years

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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

WE STARTED.... A NEW SCENARIO..... as you may have read in Boo’s summary post, for some unknown reason aLL MUSICAL AND PERFORMANCE ABILITY SEEMS TO BE??? GONE??? Sammy woke up, realised he couldn’t hold even the simplest tune in his head, and immediately lost THIRTY-ONE SANITY in one hit

..... YOU KNOW THAT MAKES SENSE HONESTLY

anyway i have a some out-of-context quotes from the game for u all under the readmore if ur into that kinda thing!!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] It's a tough voice to do, so you can't be as choosy, and your resident Bendy cannot act to save his life, so that's no good-- [Joey] Uh-oh. [Jack] Sorry, Lurks. [Joey] I'm just so worried he's going to have to act now... [Jack] Clearly, he should've used the time between scenarios to train that! [GM] Yeah, that's just what everybody wants I'm sure, is the Lurker training in LYING. That sounds like a great idea!

[GM] *asking for dice rolls to see how well our actual jobs are going* We can do a little bit of mundanity to, to treasure, and keep you warm later!

[Henry] Should I spend Luck points on this? No, I'm not spending Luck on work. [Sammy] That's a good general life policy

[Jack] Does Jack have any contacts? [Joey] No, he has glasses! :D [Jack] noooo that's my job! It's my job to make Jack's puns! ....Contacts probably didn't exist in the 1930s, that's okay. [Sammy] No, don't say that! Boo's going to have to look it up now!

[GM] What spell is Joey working on? [Jack] (Spell of Make Investor Like You)

[Joey] I think he probably has filing cabinets specifically to put occult stuff in and lock. And then the rest of his office is just piles and tables of animation stuff that you're like "...shouldn't this??? be??? in the filing cabinet???"

[GM] Allison remarks, "The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power of our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain." [Sammy] Y'know, normal, just nORMAL CASUAL CHATTER, [GM] Tom, working on the pipe, just kinda mutters, "I enjoy friends, dear not only by habit and association, but from their own merits." And she gives him a look! [Jack] ...love at first whATEVER THIS IS,

[Sammy] ...Sammy's not amused. [GM] The band's amused! [Jack] Jack is probably amused.

[GM] So far things are going very well, but y'know, [Jack] Only so long until we crit fail something! [Sammy] NEVER TOO LATE TO MESS IT UP!

[GM] Allison's vibe is like, I Didn't Study This Exactly, But I Was Hoping It Could Just Work Out! [Jack] ...She has a lot of practice at just... making things work out, huh....

[GM] Is there anything else Joey would try to show off? [Joey] Tries to think... what else is at the Studio... [Jack] "Do you wanna talk to our janitor? He's really cool!"

[Joey] I roll to see if Joey can put two brain cells together,

[Jack] I have to appreciate that Bendy said he didn’t have the keys today. He’s been stealing them before, but THIS TIME isn’t his doing!

[Sammy] If there’s anything he needs to do himself, then he’ll come in early, but I don’t know what state we’re in -- [Joey] Uh, New York. [Sammy] ...what? [Joey] You didn’t know what state we’re in. :) [Sammy] [Sammy] thanks

[Joey] Oh Joey’s absolutely coming in early. Joey woke up, and felt great, so he’s going to menace every other department today, because he has the energy to get his fingers into everything! [Sammy] *distressed sounds in the background*

[Sammy] Hey how come when we did a Halloween cartoon, we all went to Haiti, but we’re doing a cartoon about a fair and we’re not going to a fair? [Jack] [Jack] I think we all know why.

*trying to decide who goes to Joey’s fancy dinner with an investor* [Sammy] I don’t know if Sammy will help you... [Sammy] Unless you bring Sammy and put him on a piano, like a small child that needs to be immediately handed crayons.

[Joey] Joey will say that they’re essentially the second hands in each of the departments-- [Jack] Yeah, Abby, the second hand… entire Art Department director, [GM] Uh-huh. [Joey] She… she knows,, [GM] Joey, [Joey] She knows that Joey… is … Big Gay for Henry,,, [GM] This is true, but I think she likes nominal acknowledgement that she holds a position, [Jack] He can just say that they’re high-ranking, and not-- [Joey] No I rolled badly, Joey’s going to say that Sammy and Henry are busy, so he brought his second-best! :) [GM] Abby is massaging her temples. [Joey] Sorry, Abby. He is,, an idiot,,, [GM] I think she’d be a lot more bothered if she couldn’t go and commiserate with Henry about it. Like, “why can’t he keep it straight?” [GM] ……………….well. She knows why he can’t keep it straight.

[GM] It’s about midnight, and something... strange.... happens. The trumpet player, who is leading the band -- [Joey] -- has a trumpet for a head! [GM] what no

*Joey succeeds a sanity check, Jack fails it* [GM] Joey, roll 1d10! [Joey] Uh, 3? [GM] Okay, you’re only down three sanity, that’s not so bad! [GM] Jack, roll 6d10! [Jack] what? [Joey] Six??? SIX d10s????? [GM] Yeah! [Joey] nICE KNOWING YOU, JACK!!! It’s time for Sillytime Jack.

[Jack] Smash cut to Henry, curled up in bed, nice and cozy,

[GM] I will also note, you cannot seem to Fast Talk. [Joey] ...what else can I do? [GM] Just normal talk. Like a normal person.

[Jack] I feel like Jack probably has a hunch that it’s weird nightmarish horror nonsense, on account of he just lost nineteen sanity,

[GM] Abby’s gonna try to take him to the hospital. [Jack] Jack’s just going to let that happen, because he’s shaken enough that he doesn’t have any significantly better ideas! Other than AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

[Sammy] *rolling sanity damage* 9… 9, stop that…. 4, [Jack] You’ve already lost more than Jack! [Sammy] 2, ...6, and 1! [Joey] That’s 31. [GM] Okay, Sammy has six sanity! [Sammy] eXCUSE ME?????

[Joey] Joey does want to head home… what day is it? [GM] Friday, the 13th! [Jack] HM, [Sammy] I GUESS IT IS, ISN’T IT… I wasn’t keeping track, but I guess it sure is! [GM] A delightful treat for myself, when I was looking up days in July, in 1934, [Sammy] WAIT, NO, ITS ACTUALLY A COINCIDENCE? Oh my gosh, [Jack] Because Friday the 13th wouldn’t even be a spooky day at this point in time! [GM] It is now! [Jack] It’s spooky, but just for us!

[Sammy] Sammy would try to call Jack, he’d try to call Joey, he’d try to call Henry -- probably several times, [Henry] sammy gets jack’s cat [Henry] phone is answered with meows [Jack] That does seem fitting for a really bad luck roll; the phone gets answered, and Sammy’s really relieved -- and it’s just the cat. [Sammy] Sammy, at 6 sanity: “jack’s tuRNED INTO A CAT,”

[Joey] The phone kept on ringing, so the cat just batted it off the cradle, [Jack] I feel like Jack probably doesn’t usually get a significant number of calls, so like, this many calls in a row is just obnoxious! [Jack] Cat’s having none of it. [Jack] Phone ring isn’t breakfast! [Jack] Where is the soft provider of food.

[GM] Oh no, you know what’s going to happen? Henry’s gonna get through to Jack, and then when Sammy calls it’s busy! [Sammy] cALLS JACK IT’S BUSY, CALLS HENRY IT’S BUSY, [Jack] I was gonna say maybe Henry would call Sammy first, because Sammy was one of the original three. [Jack] …Henry calls Sammy, Sammy is busy because SAMMY is trying to call someone, and then Henry calls Jack, and Sammy tries to call Jack again-- [Sammy] *laughing* THE HORROR, The deep, bone-chilling horror of A TIME BEFORE CALL-WAITING!!

[Henry] Is Joey there? [Jack] Yeah. [Henry] Are you guys alright? [Jack] ……………….hm,

[Jack] Cat is just sat on Joey, purring. Something is wrong with the human. Purr to fix the human.

[Henry] I called Sammy to make sure he’s okay, but-- [Abby] Was he? [Henry] No.

[Joey] Joey is going to be… obstinate feels like the wrong word? [Joey] He’s being the cat where you put the leash on, and the cat just sits down. [Joey] That is the Joseph mood right now.

[Sammy] *muttering* First one boyfriend turns into a cat, now the other boyfriend’s voice is wrong, today is terrible,

[Joey] This is Joey’s everything. [Sammy] That’s Joey’s contribution to the party! That’s like, your bard can no longer play music. [Sammy] ……….which is also true, but Sammy contributes other things. [Jack] Like Intimidate! [Sammy] Right now he contributes paranoia!

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #when in doubt just keep drawing #sammy lawrence #IM STILL REELING FROM THIS

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inkyvendingmachine · 3 years

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Henry: “Wait, does this mean Joey is an eldritch horror now? Does Henry have to unward all the doors for Joey to get around the studio?” Lore Master: “I feel like if he was infused with the stone, he’d maybe register on that scale, but instead it’s more like he poured a bunch of himself into the stone…” Joey: “Yeah, I think Joey just lost stuff to the stone. He actually hasn’t really gained… Anything?? If he DID gain anything, I think he’d be more okay with it happening now, but because all that happened was Joey became weak--” Jack: “Joey doesn’t count as an eldritch horror, but the rock now classes as a human.”

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of Call of Cthulhu: Tell Me, Have You Seen The Yellow Sign? scenario. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

🌙 Call of Cthulhu Season Two Masterpost 🌙 💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀

Here we finally are. Epilogue time. “Not much happens in this episode” I said and then proceeded to write like.... 9 times more than I meant to. SO WELL HERE IT IS. THIS IS ACTUALLY CUT DOWN SOME I RUSHED THE ENDING;;;;

Jack and Grace have a short talk before she hands off the first aid kit and then goes to talk with her daughter more about things that transpired. In private. Jack does take a quick detour to find where Norman is, mostly to make sure he didn’t end up as a monster, or in carcosa, or dead. Indeed, Norman spots Jack right away and is, for the most part, fine. Apparently himself and most everyone there has minimal retention of the events which is… probably for the best.

Jack returns to the room and tries to patch up the hurt members of the party, including Joey who is still unconscious. He’s somewhat successful, but there’s some things he can’t slap a bandage on, like Henry’s lack of strength. Meanwhile, Prophet is pacing around, trying to insist from nobody in particular an answer to what he’s supposed to do now, Bendy himself chasing behind him and offering “poisoned” suggestions based off his time in the studio. Eventually Prophet steps out into the house to see if he can find any leftover ink at all, though nothing makes sense in this place now and his mind is fading… Jack ends up following Prophet, just to make sure he doesn’t get into trouble, or get Sammy into trouble, but he seems to just be… walking around without purpose. When a supportive gesture is offered by Jack, Prophet tells him not to trust the others, especially not Joey… Which uh. He will keep that in mind (he’s gonna trust them and there’s nothing you can do about it bucko,)

Jack finds a bench for them to sit on and soon Prophet ends up passing out, leaning on Jack. Knowing that Bendy is with them and that… well, neither Henry, Joey nor Pete will be going anywhere any time soon, Jack decides to stay with Sam until he wakes up.

Joey has at least woken up now, though makes absolutely no attempt to move in the slightest. Instead he just lays there, stewing in realization of what he did while out of his mind… This result wasn’t his plan, and it wasn’t what he would have chosen if he… could. But somehow he ended up here anyways, and while things are not the worst they could be…. Coming to terms with his own mortality? Isn’t a thing Joey is used to doing. Or comfortable with doing, either, frankly.

Bendy checks in on Henry to make sure he’s not dead… when Henry confirms he is alive yet still unable to move and do things as simple as pat Bendy’s head, Bendy does the service of ruffling Henry’s hair instead. Joey finally manages to speak up, and asks where Sammy is, since, last he was aware, Prophet wasn’t doing too well or making the best decisions. Once told that he was with Jack, Joey gives a quick ‘thank you’ and falls silent again.

After some prodding from Bendy though, he does get a bit chatty.

“Is it over?”

“I don’t know,” Henry replies.

“At least the doors are working, like doors,” Bendy also replies.

“Aw, I was just getting used to the last ones. Kind of fun, being able to just walk into the room you’re thinking about going to at a whim.”

Sammy wakes up, and immediately flinches his face behind his hands when he realizes where he is, feeling for Ink in the area and… finding none. Jack starts to assure him about the current state of things, helping him up and guiding him back to the room they left the others in… but also informing him that there is a lot to catch up on.

Upon entering the room and seeing that the Lurker is Himself and Only himself and looking fine, Sammy perks up some. Though Bendy immediately declares that Joey did something really dumb, which isn’t surprising. Joey is still simply laying on his back on the floor, having made no move to change position post gaining consciousness.

Jack takes this time when Prophet isn’t running around in Sammy’s injured body to patch up his arm, and also tends to Peter’s broken leg with a splint. How refreshing to tend to a wound that’s not caused by some weird magic or eldritch creature.

Sammy does go over to Joey and demands to know what he did, to which Joey simply replies, “I did what Bendy said, a stupid decision. I re-aligned the stone to myself.”

Sammy blinks at him for a moment, before asking “What the hell does that even mean?”

At which point Joey’s eyes actually snap open and stare at him as he very starkly declares, “I don’t know! I don’t know what I was thinking… I thought I could save you-- and everyone…”

There’s a beat before Sammy mumbles “You idiot,” then kneels down and hugs him.

Checking in with Henry, Sammy tries a new approach since “what happened” seems too complicated of a question, and asks instead, “is there anything I should know.”

Henry manages a “probably?” and Bendy ACTUALLY helps out and fills in, “he can’t move.” There it is.

Fowler’s wife finally wanders back in the room, and has a moment of reconsidering her decision before going forwards with it and bringing up that there is still an entire house of party guests getting their heads back in order and trying to figure out what’s going on… or where the party went. On top of that, Grace and kid both have been… presumably dead?? For the last few years? So it’s not gonna be great for her to wander around and send people home.

Joey says he’ll deal with it, though ends up needing Sammy’s help to get around due to being so weak. A lot of it is done just through Boss Voice and cutting down anyone who dares talk back to him. Jack stays back with Henry, though let’s Sammy and Joey know where Norman was last seen. Joey is also violently tearing down any and all decorations he can get to as he goes by them. Eventually they find Norman just sitting on a bench out back, where Jack had mentioned. Joey informs him that he will vouch for Norman if he wants to stick around, but otherwise, now is a great time to be leaving. Trenchcoat says he’ll rest there for a bit if it’s okay and, if y’all need a ride, you know where he’s at.

While continuing to throw people out, a woman with horns shows up behind Joey at taps him on the shoulder-- Oh wait, it’s just Allison with a bow in her hair. She’s also got a bag of plenty of stolen magical looking notes and what not, at least on the surface. There also seems to be some… leaking packages? Maybe don’t wanna know what’s in that bag actually. She asks to speak with Joey alone, which while both Joey and Sammy are squinty about this, curiosity about her findings overrides logical worry at this point. Joey agrees, though gives Sammy a look of ��don’t stray far,’ before following her into a small side room.

Of course she asks him about his less than good condition, which Joey ends up answering technically honestly; he removed the yellow king from the stone, and sometimes things have prices. She smiles and says With the house cleared out, the boys head back upstairs. Grace has a private doctor on the way to look at some of the injuries and determine if a hospital is needed, since they’d all rather skip that if they could. Joey tries to ask Grace about Fowler, but she’s not quite comfortable about repeating her husband’s final words right in front of their daughter. That said, Estelle does remind Joey that she was promised that she could break the scepter. Joey says he will make sure she can do so, but first he just wants to see if there’s anything else they need it for, going off with help to check the rooms that the cultists had populated during all of this. Most who remained seem to be lackeys, who are happy to scram when given the chance, and none of the major players, or the snake, seem to be around anymore. Most notes are also missing, probably grabbed by Alison.

Though now that they found the guest rooms have actual beds, Sammy moves Henry and Peter into there. Henry attempts to be not just dead weight, though ends up wiggling enough that it just makes it harder for Sammy to carry him with the hurt arm. Jack does inform Sammy about what happened with Peter, and a plan is made to go check out in the swamp when they can since, if Pete was able to get back on his own he should have been able to by now.

Meanwhile, Bendy and Henry actually get to catch up some, including more moments of Henry attempting to do his normal comforting gestures and Bendy going to give hugs in return to make up for it, which Henry actually manages to find the strength to return.

Joey has poured over any remaining notes he can, found nothing helpful or useful about the staff, but is at least rather sure that no harm will come of breaking it. They also check it one more time in the projector, only seeing into the city… While maybe that’s a way to get Fowler back, who knows what else they could bring into the world, and nobody is prepared for that anyways. Joey invites Estelle over and asks her if she wants to throw it off the balcony with him and watch it burst into a million pieces on the floor below. She thinks that’s a great idea and they wander off to do that.

Grace takes this time to chat with the others, and get filled in on what all… actually happened, from an outside perspective. Unfortunately, Henry has passed out, and Jack and Sammy don’t really have full pictures of the circumstances, but they try their best. When Grace asks if they think Fowler can make it out of Carcosa, they bring up that some have been pulled out through the lake, but that was a different set up and they’re not sure if it’s possible for Fowler? But… they can try. Grace thanks them and leaves to go get the doctor from downstairs who has knocked on the door, and while there’s a moment, Sammy lets Bendy and Jack know that maybe he shouldn’t be talking to people… because most of the information he gave to Grace might have come out in a manic ramble instead of a crafted explanation.

Estelle and Joey find a place they can throw it and watch it break, and after Estelle does the first toss, tells Joey he should go check and make sure it’s nice and broken. Joey gets a high five from her first before telling her she needs to stick around because if there’s any large pieces left, she should throw them again. Though Joey really shouldn’t be getting this much exercise right now, and while he’s pretending to be perfectly fine in the child's presence, he does end up needing to lean in on the wall and breathe heavily during his entire trip down and back up the stairs. The first trip he manages to make it back with some more chunks of crystal for her to toss, but on the second trip he ends up needing to sit down at the bottom of the stairs, unable to recover enough to climb them. Estelle does show up when Joey takes too long, and attempts to help him up the stairs… and while normally he’d be fussy about such a thing being done for him, he lets it happen with her.

While they hang out on the balcony and toss pieces of crystal on the floor below, Joey asks Estelle about her time in carcosa, which she’s rather excited to actually get to express her emotions (mostly anger at Doc Moonlight, which Joey is so on board with) about it all. Joey does start telling her about how he did punch Moonlight square in the face once, as well as continue to weave a more child friendly story of how their group repeatedly foiled Moonlights plans and beat him up, easily edging into more of a cartoon version of it all.

Estelle asks if he has a real Bendy. Joey pulls a, “don’t you know who I am?” before introducing himself as the creator of the Bendy cartoons, though also letting her know it’s our company secret, so now he is trusting in her to keep it too!

The doctor is lead to Henry first, and declares that he has extreme blood loss and really should get a transfusion at a hospital. Grace is willing to lend a car, after everything these boys have done for them, she can at least give that up, so the only question now is who is driving, and also staying with Henry in case his blood starts glowing he can get out of there asap.

The decision is put on Sammy, since he is the one person able to actually heft Henry around. Jack and Joey head out to the swamp (though Joey immediately passes out while going through the door, because he still doesn't think magic can hurt him) with Peter’s body, and Peter is able to actually get back inside his physical self, immediately hugging Jack once he does. He was indeed unable to go thru the door on his own. Norman’s already out here trying to get Avadon out of the hut he’s trapped in, which Bendy helps with. Also grab Avadon I guess. I think. Also they check the lake and… yeah, no Fowler. Anyways. They get back and Norman drives Peter back to his home, as well as Joey and Jack back to the hotel. Sammy has a terrible time driving Henry to the hospital, and ends up staying up all night during the transfusion to make sure nothing goes wrong, but does get them both back to the hotel come morning, and passes out in… the same bed Joey and Jack are sleeping in together now, after putting Henry in his own bed and seeing that Bendy has made a pillow nest on the bed Jack was using prior.

From here, a lot of things go quickly yet slowly. The rest of the vacation is spent more like a vacation, resting up, as Joey refuses to head home until he is able to move around on his own. A lot of cuddling and physical contact happens between all the boys as they try to recover from the traumas they faced, though Joey is a bit cautious of getting too close to Henry until he knows it’s safe to do so again. (safe as in, he’s not going to pushy the Henry into never being at his side again by being too… pushy.) Some study in attempts to bring back Fowler happen, but it becomes clear quite quickly that there’s not much to be done. Jack catches up with Peter again, who is recovering and finding ways to cover all this up. There’s some time where the music boys get to enjoy the sounds of the city, Henry gets to check in with the Fowler Family and his own… And then they all get on a train and head back home, not really being able to do much more than that.

After all, they’re just an animation studio, and someone needs to get back to making these stupid cartoons.

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 Call of Cthulhu Season Three Masterpost (coming soon.)

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #batim #call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #joey drew #sammy lawrence #Jack Fain #Henry Stein #norman polk #allison pendle #Bendy the Lurker #WAHAHAHA I AM DONE #IT IS ABOUT TIME #sorry the end is rushed but i just needed to be done so i can move on with other things #WE RP TOO MUCH YALL i love it #also tbh skipped thru the ending bc there's gonna be a lot of filler in there in other ways methinks #so hopefully that evens it out #good morning yall #it is done

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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What’s Wrong with Superman?

Summary: Flyman is a really stupid name.

a/n: I got a little excited so here’s my entry for @redhoodssweetheart ‘s writing challenge. If you’re a fic writer, I highly recommend joining. This is for Quotes #1 This fic is based on the Superman Man of Tomorrow movie so it may not make sense otherwise.

Warnings: Reader is a bendy person so the physical descriptions will be weird and there will be some nsfw language but nothing happens.

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"What's wrong with superman?" You ask, raising your feet up over your head and resting them against Clark's wall. The blood rushes to your head but you couldn't find the energy to care, not when the work day had you drained and aching. You're just happy to stretch your limbs and contort in angles that would loosen them. You need to convince your supervisor to transfer you to a different division.

"It's kinda..." Clark waves his hand. "Yanno..."

Eloquent. You raise a brow at him telling him exactly what you thought about his solid argument.

"How about Flyman?" He says quickly.

"Ah yes, like the illustrious Batman but somehow worse." You say, turning onto your belly and nearly knocking over the things on Clark's bedside table. You shrug innocently. You shift, putting your feet over your shoulders as you think. "How about uuuuuh Captain Barbel?"

"Why?"

"Cus the guy could chuck them at people real easy." You answer simply. Clark really can't tell whether it was your excessive fidgeting or your monumental leap in logic that entertained him more.

He snorts, "That sounds like a dumb gimmick."

"So is being called Flyman." You huff.

"Careful, you're gonna hurt my feelings." Clark huffs in return, shaking his head as he grabs your favorite mug and one for himself. He has no idea how this specific mug was lucky but he's learned not to question a scientist's superstitions. Though he suspected it had less to do with actual superstition rather that you didn't want to admit that you just found the little cow-shaped mug adorable. He'll have time to tease you about it later. For now, he had to figure out this conundrum.

"If I was concerned about that, I would have pronounced Kansas properly by now." You say, sitting up to face him properly.

"What would you call him? Seriously." Clark says, resting against the kitchen counter. He's watching you with a hint of fond frustration. His leg bounces against the floor, fingers tapping on the linoleum countertop.

"Hmmmm," You purse your lips and lean forward- elbows on your lap, fingers laced together, and chin resting on your hands. "Wonder Man?"

Clark's handsome face breaks into an incredulous smile. "Pfft, you’re joking right?"

"I have never made a joke in my life." You grin, taking the cup of coffee from Clark and scooting over to make room for him. You shrug. "There is a reason I'm not in advertising but seriously I think you should just go with superman."

"And give Lois the satisfaction?" Clark asks over the rim of his mug. He raises his brow.

"Think about it."

"Rather not."

You push on, ignoring him."If you popularize it, guess who gets the credit?"

"Are you telling me to steal?" Clark gapes at you and the mischievous glint and his blue eyes make laughter bubble in your chest.

You blow out a breath into the neck of your sweater. Well, his sweater up until 2 months ago. "Nope. You're the one interpreting it that way."

"Your boss is rubbing off on you."

"Oh, don't remind me."

"How about Captain Marvel?" He suggests, wrapping around his arm around your shoulder. You can smell the caramelized sugar in his coffee. You blanch.

"Oh. So you want a lawsuit."

"No..." A complicated expression takes over his face. His lips purse to one side as he thinks. You wait patiently for his answer, snuggling up to his side. "How's it working at star labs by the way?" He says finally and you just had to love the clumsy way Clark tries to redirect conversations. He needs to get better at that if he wants to be a reporter. Then again, he's never failed to get an answer out of you with the earnest look in his eyes.

"I'm supposed to be in the engineering division, yeah?"

He nods before resting his face in your hair.

"Yeah, yeah. Him. Blegh." You wrinkle your nose and stick out your tongue, waving your hand in the air as if to shoo a thought away.

"But they stuck me with checking on that asshole biker wannabe..." You sigh.

"Lobo?" He asks, his voice rising a bit. Clark's grip in the mug tightens a bit but he has enough presence of mind not to break the mug.

"Well, did he say anything?" Clark asks, adjusting his glasses.

You squint. "My name isn't going on the paper."

"It won't." He says flat and steady. And you know you can trust him because, well, it's Clark.

You give him a crooked smile. "Nothing useful really. How much patience do you have for shitty pick up lines?"

Clark stiffens. "He was hitting on you?" He squares his shoulders. You see his jaw tighten and you think you can hear him grind his teeth. God, he's cute when he gets like this.

"He was hitting on anything with two legs."

And he was. Well, not really. You honestly couldn't really tell what his category for this thing was but you're pretty sure Clark doesn't care. He seems to care more about the fact that Lobo was hitting on you judging from the way he's borderline pulling you into his lap. You, frankly, were more concerned about what weird category you fit in to catch his eye.

"Maybe if I go with you next time..."

"You're cute Clark but I'm not sneaking you in there for a story." You pat his cheek. Clark pouts at you. You try your best not to squeal at how cute he is. You fail.

"Let me come in with you." He presses.

"Honestly, it’s fiiiiiiiiiiine. Nothing I can’t handle."

He still looks unconvinced.

Clark buries his face deeper into your hair. "Hmmmmm, he sounds like an a- a jerk." He grumbles into your hair. You will get Clark to swear at some point.

You're extremely amused by Clark's behavior. You wrap an arm around him. "Clark, he is quite literally contained in a cage I helped design. He is not getting out."

"Should I tell him I have a boyfriend and show him a picture of you?"

Clark's face goes ashen. "Don't tell me you've done that before." That would explain so much.

"Then I won't." You laugh. That sound sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach no matter how many times he's heard it.

"I’d still feel better if I could come with you." He sigh. You would be lying if you said that you wouldn't feel better with Clark accompanying you. Sure, he wasn't Heracles but Clark was no pushover contrary to the shy demeanor. But... admitting that kind of thing was... not something you're comfortable with or used to so you let it settle like the cheap coffee in your mug.

"It’s really not necessary." And Clark knows from the frequency of your heartbeat that you're lying. He knows you well enough to let it go. You kiss his cheek. "But thank you, you’re disgustingly sweet."

You kiss him again. "Sides, I think he's just bored." Your eyes brighten, a memory resurfacing. Clark watches with interest, knowing there's a 50-50 chance that it's something like the material of Lobo's shoe. "Get this he says that superman guy is a kryptonian. Sadly, when I asked him the typical anthropology question he made farting noises." You tilt your head. "Well, he did say they were a good lay and... well the super guy was hung."

Red blooms on Clark's cheeks as he sputters out a response. You squish his face with your hands. You love messing with Clark way too much. You really should feel bad that look on Clark's face was priceless.

"Oh relax Clark, we both know my type is small town dork and not man from the moon." You giggle.

Clark kind of hates you sometimes. He hates how easily you throw him off balance. Clark rights himself but he can't quite get rid of the blush dusting his cheeks. "Did he say anything else?" He asks, face still squished.

Unable to stop your giggling, you put your hands away. "Well, he called our mystery streaker a pretty boy."

"Very relevant."

"Yanno..." You drawl, taking Clark's glasses off. "yanno if you push that hair out of your face you'd look pretty good too."

Clark swats your hand away. You pout at him.

He looks at you wearily. "I like my hair how it is." He mumbles, fiddling with it.

"I'm not gonna cut it you dork. I just want proof that you have a forehead." You say, brushing some of his hair out of his face. Clark really does scream handsome when given the chance.

There's a flicker of recognition in the back of your mind that has your pulse quickening. Clark can already see the pieces falling into place, your mind whirring to get the answer.

His mind sprints to keep up and counteract the flow of your thoughts. Clark leans forward and kisses you softly. Without needing to open his eyes, he knows your mind is short-circuiting. Affection was a sure-fire way to get your mind to slow down. It was dumb but you really should be allowed to be dumb sometimes. Especially now when Clark isn't exactly sure how your feel about the mystery streaker.

You laugh your easy chirpy laugh sure but that didn't guarantee you were on board with an alien of all things. He wasn't even sure if you would think of him as any more than a test subject. No, he knew you too well to think that but there's still some part of him that isn't entirely sure and it scares him.

"Behave," he says, his face in a grin. The expression lights up his face. The smug satisfaction of finally catching you wrong-footed fills up Clark's features and shapes them into something borderline evil. "Tell me more about Lobo and his ramblings."

You shake your head. You mumble some version of “I always behave”. You know Clark's hiding something from you. You can see it in the delicate way he's looking at you. You purse your lips deciding whether this is a good time to push but in the end, you decide to let him keep his secrets for now. If Clark of all people has a reason to keep a secret then it must be important. You brush your lips against his before laying your offer on the table. "A kiss per story."

Clark stares at you. "I can live with that." Clark huffs, adjusting his glasses.

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