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from the script, part 2; eddie munson

sooo my dumbass has to repost this bc i forgot to put any tags

prompt: the preachers daughter decides to help eddie munson study shakespeare to take a glance into the life of a normal teenager. but when they become best friends, things become a tad more complicated

part one

word count: 7.5k

warning: like 30 seconds of smut, angst, mentions of trauma, gross men (let me know if i missed anything)

an at the end :)

The walk home from Eddie’s felt fast as you recounted the past few hours, engrossed in the idea of his affection. You wished you would’ve kissed him, but you felt completely obedient to his every move, he was making the rules whether he knew it or not.

“Hi sweetheart!” Your mom called from the kitchen as you walked in your front door, toeing off your shoes and placing them on the rack. You set your backpack down, approaching the voices in the distance.

Your mom was slicing some fruit as your dad sat at the table, fiddling with a newspaper. Smiling, you walked past them for the fridge, grabbing a water bottle, and stealing a raspberry from the bowl.

“How was your day at school, kiddo?” Your father asked, tilting the news away from his face to meet your gaze. Keeping your answer short, you said it was good. You could tell by his face he had something to say, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Good, good. What are you doing tomorrow?” He questioned, your mom smiling at you as you took a sip of water.

“I don’t think anything, just studying, and preparing for Sunday.” You responded, looking forward to your one day off from school and church. The only downside was not having an excuse to see Eddie, but you could live for the weekends.

Your father cleared his throat, “Well, Gregory Marsh had asked my approval to take you out tomorrow, and I agreed.”

You felt your voice plummet to the depths of your gut, trying to mask your true emotions that were bound to show on you shortly.

“Great, I’ll get a head start on my homework then.” You ran upstairs to your room, hearing your mom make a comment about how you must be nervous for your first real date.

Shutting your door gently, you looked at the pale pink rug on your floor, curling your toes into the plush material. You took a deep breath, steadying your racing chest as you sunk to the floor. Comfort was found in the cool material, laying on your back in hopes you would sink into it.

But you didn’t. You remained on the floor of your bedroom you’ve had since you were a baby, pale pink walls with cherubs on your dresser. The feeling of being alone weighed on your chest, locking down as tears pricked your eyes. All you could hope for is that the day would go by quickly.

—

“Wow, you look great.” Gregory commented as you walked away from your front door and towards his car, a 1979 Thunderbird. He opened the door as you thanked him, smoothing out your blue dress on his leather seats.

“I was thinking we could go get some coffee?” He proposed, eyebrows lifting while he buckled up. Agreeing, he began to drive away, putting on a local radio station that cycled through different genres of music.

Gregory asked you about school, church, and other common courtesy questions that you reciprocated. He told a story of his coworker who accidentally came into the insurance office without pants on, laughing the whole way through.

While the story was amusing, you weren’t interested, finding your mind trailing to other topics. Even mundane issues like if you remembered to put your dirty clothes in the washer or if you turned off the oven after making muffins for your siblings. You only snapped back to reality when you parked and the radio shut off midway through Manic Monday.

The quaint coffee shop had a case full of pastries, small treats, and some pre packaged goodies under fluorescent lights. As Gregory ordered a black coffee with a donut, you asked for hot tea and a croissant, tempted by all the treats. Once you had them, you sat at a table by the window, placing a napkin in your lap.

“So what do you think about senior year? Almost done, hm?” He spoke, taking a sip from his mug that seeped with steam. He placed it back on the circular table, decorated with shards of glass in cement, almost like a stained window on the walls of a place of worship.

“It’s good, a lot of work, but I’m glad I’m getting A’s.” You replied, toying with the flakes that broke loose with every bite on your plate. The warm bread melted on your tongue that you almost moaned, it had been crafted by someone with talent or pulled from a freezer and reheated. You didn’t care which at this point as you took another bite.

“Well, can’t say I’m surprised, you’ve always been so smart.” He acknowledged, feeling your own cheeks warm with flattery.

“Thanks. How are you enjoying being a real adult?” You asked, taking a small sip of your hot tea. It was a bit strong so you grabbed some honey and creamer, stirring it in with a small spoon.

“Better than high school.” He chuckled, “I enjoy what I do, just ready for the next step I suppose.”

The daunting next step loomed over your head as the words left his mouth, but the dark cloud had been there for a long time. He was established and now seeking a wife. He didn’t have to vocalize it, you knew, but you could only sulk for so long when you saw a whiff of familiar brown hair.

Why Eddie was at this exact coffee shop at this time was unknown, but you chose to focus on the guy in front of you who was recalling another mundane story. Trying with every fiber of your being to be intrigued, questioning why you couldn’t feel strongly towards him. He was what every parent would want for their daughter, but you wondered if all these girls really wanted them.

After you were sure Eddie was no longer in your presence, you had doubts that the hair belonged to him, it was like he was never there at all. Swallowing the warm drink, you excused yourself to the restroom, hoping to splash some cool water on your face to make you snap back to reality.

As you passed the bathrooms in the hidden corner, an arm grabbed to pull you in, recognizing the feeling of the rings immediately. Turning your head around, you saw his boyish smile as you stood stunned, heart racing quickly from the sudden change in direction. Every possible sense picked up on him; The way your back was held to his chest, watching his hands fall to your hips, smelling like cigarettes and cologne so intoxicating your head could spin, but what lacked was taste.

“Sorry, saw you across the street on your date with your ‘husband’, I couldn't help but think about you yesterday.” He rumbled against the shell of your ear, “Thought about my face between your thighs, when you made all those pretty noises for me.”

The lights flickered briefly as he spoke, his fingers trailing up your skirt to find your panties that were not yet soaked, but he felt as you relaxed into him.

“Eddie,” You whispered, eyes closing, “Will you kiss me, please?”

A chuckle rang through your ear as two fingers danced across your bundle of nerves, a gasp climbing from your lungs. Lifting one leg with his spare hand to gain more access, he felt how wet you were becoming.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart, kind of impolite to kiss someone else on a date. Call me a prude, but I think he may want to do that without tasting me.” His breath was ragged as he felt you wiggle against him, head thrown back like no words he just said actually resonated.

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” He began, nibbling on your ear lobe as his fingers worked you closer, “Look at you, spreading your legs for a man while on a date with someone else. A damn adulteress for a preacher's daughter.”

While the words were meant to spur you further, you ceased all movement. The simple word that left his lips last brought back the feeling of sitting in church, cross legged in mary jane shoes. Listening to the 1,000th sermon from your father about nuclear family dynamics, a man and wife.

As a child, you were taught that cheating was on the same playing field as murder, no matter the circumstance. When the phrase left Eddies mouth, you felt like you had murdered someone cold blooded, despite not even being Gregory’s beau.

“Stop.” You weakly called, his arms immediately leaving your body. He looked at you with care, beginning to ask if you were alright as you looked at him with an aghast expression. The images of being in church, hearing of these vile women who went against what was taught flooded your senses that Eddie had occupied moments ago.

“I…” Voice falling short, you walked hastily to your table, grabbing your purse. Coming up with an excuse of feeling sick, Gregory offered to drive you home, but you insisted you needed fresh air. Your feet took off, coming to a run once out of eyesight of the cafe and into the forest. Within the maze of trees, you found a small pond with tadpoles swimming in earthmade wells.

Crouching down to the ground, your finger lightly skimmed the cool liquid, watching the small creatures move to the edge. You pulled away your hand, trying to focus on anything, but the growing knot in your belly.

You looked around to see a fallen tree by the outskirts of the water, sitting on it and allowing yourself to cry freely. So much time was spent containing your emotions that you rarely cried, but they invaded your eyes, leaving a trail of black mascara.

You heard your name being called as Eddie came into view, disheveled hair and huffing chest. You turn towards him, backing up slightly before looking out across the water.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you or do something you didn’t want-” He anxiously rambled, walking closer and taking a seat beside you. Your throat contracted as you opened your mouth, deciding shaking your head would have to work for the moment. His hand went to hold yours that rested on your knee, his thumb stroking it in comfort.

He waited patiently as you recollected as much as possible, “Eddie, please kiss me.”

“I don’t think I should.” Giving a poker face, he visibly swallowed hard.

“Why not?” You whispered, all the fears of what his response could possibly be intruding into your brain. You started to wait for his response, but couldn’t stop yourself, “Eddie I don’t like Gregory the way I like you.”

The admission made his face go slightly pale, thumb seizing the calming rub on your knuckles while your chest tightened. You couldn’t get a read on his exact emotion, silently praying he would finally speak.

“I’m not what you need, you need someone like Greg.” He stated, his hand going to his own lap as he stood, beginning to pace.

His admission made your skin crawl. What was so different from what you had already done to each other to his lips against yours. You thought of how sex was such an enigma your whole life, only knowing things like condoms existed through health class. But a kiss was a display of affection or love to you. Wedding after wedding that your father hosted all sealed with a romantic kiss that you assumed made them weak to the knees.

Everything you and Eddie had endured together was unknown, it was thrilling to feel his hands touch your body, finding areas of pleasure you didn’t know existed. Purity resonated within you in these moments, you didn’t feel dirty or used, you felt respected. Where was the line drawn in intimacy that made it become the daunting, deflowering that was prompted for your wedding night.

Lips against lips was a declaration of devotion, one that you craved from the man before you. The demure emotions that you displayed held a case of unsteady ones, determined to plow through at any moment. You stood up sharply, dusting the dirt off your bottom as you let out a sarcastic laugh. He turned around with a confounded look, leaves rustling against his shoes.

“My whole entire life, I’ve been told what to do by everyone. Don’t be like them, Eddie, please.” You spoke, nerves igniting within you that you didn’t realize were there.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry,” He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just want the best for you, he can take care of you and all the shit that you want.”

He didn’t get it.

While the town of Hawkins resented him for his clothes, attitude, and music, they only accepted one version of you. You had no choice, but to conform to what was expected of you, it was conditioned by judgment from others since birth. Feelings always felt so black and white to you until you met Eddie, he was an unknown color that didn’t have a name yet, but it was your favorite now.

Ears burning with anger, you pressed your lips together to contain yourself.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” He tentatively asked, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to the left. Shaking your head, you turned to walk in the opposing direction until you no longer felt his gaze.

Wishing this was like a romantic movie where he would run up, suddenly understanding every ounce of trauma you ever endured, kissing you passionately while the skies opened up. But this didn’t happen. There were no footsteps behind you, just the noise of a bird singing above you.

—---

When Eddie walked into English class on Monday to see your seat empty, he assumed with the rest of the class that you were in the bathroom or running errands for a teacher. It was only when the bell rang for the next period did he realize you had been gone the whole time. The last you had spoken to him was Saturday, having to see your tears and leaving you distraught.

All throughout Sunday, Eddie was trying to formulate his emotions into a sensible response to you. That even though his desires burned on the deepest of levels, that it could never be enough for what you deserved. He couldn’t hold you back from everything you were capable of, as badly as he wanted to be all you needed and more.

Through his time of thought, he knew he needed to open himself up just as you had done amongst the tadpoles. To open his heart for the first time in a long time and let someone know how much he cared, despite how much he doubted himself.

When he asked a church friend where you were, she was astonished by his curiosity, saying you hadn’t been at the service the day before either. That you were staying at your friend Danielle’s due to her having a personal emergency on Saturday afternoon. With that explanation alone, his stomach sank with worry.

On Saturday afternoon, you devised a plan on a whim, calling your friend Danielle to cover for you and say you were at her house if asked. She wasn’t as straight edge as your fellow friends, only agreeing if you called her every so often to confirm your safety.

Running inside your home, you wrote a quick note explaining your friend had an unknown predicament and that you had to go immediately. You threw some clothes into a duffle bag with some other necessities, grabbing a walkman with some mixtapes and flying off on your bike. You sped down roads for hours, not knowing your end destination, just that you needed to get out.

You found yourself at a location outside your hometown, calling your parents on a payphone as they ridicule you for having to miss church tomorrow for the first time since 4th grade when you had the flu. You played the act of distress, having them eventually buy the bit before you could hang up.

Legs worn out, you knew it was time to find somewhere to stay, but your stomach growled. Grabbing as much ice cream as possible and some soda from a five and dime, you wandered to a motel, buying a night. As you sat alone in the dimly lit bedroom, you felt numb to the influx of emotions felt mere hours ago, a shallow shell.

Taking a quick shower, you cleaned yourself with your hands, allowing a thought of Eddie’s own fondling you once more. Feeling yourself still pent up from the lack of release at the coffee shop, you felt too mentally drained to continue. Pulling on some pajamas, you finally ate the frozen treat that had begun melting and drinking a Coke.

The TV buzzed with static as you clicked the buttons, settling on Growing Pains, focusing your attention to the charming Kirk Cameron. You stifled a laugh or two, but spent the night within your own head. It began to rain outside, distracting you from the heartthrob on the tv, back to reality.

Rain trickled down the window, making the streetlight and parking lot appear as an oil painting. Rain was similar to sadness where it made even mundane objects or things feel poetic or remarkable. Flailing on the stiff sheets, you let out a screech into the pillow beneath you, a laugh track taunting you from the device in the corner.

You weren’t sure when you exactly woke up, but it had to have been midday. It didn’t matter as the whole day was spent either crying, screaming into a section of the bed, or biking to a convenient store to buy cheap ramen and Skittles. You kept yourself busy by organizing the candy into color groups, starting with your least favorite flavor, grape, and finishing with the supreme, strawberry.

It was only when you turned the television on again when you recalled it was a Sunday, finally checking the time after your small excursions. It was already dinner time, yet the growing frustration of the situation filled you up.

You realized how pathetic you felt asking for permission to go away even at 18 years old, only justifying it, mentally, by living under their roof and still being in high school. But not everything was as definitive.

Everyday was a deed made for those around you. Wearing clothes that were approved by your parents, studying relentlessly to appease the idea that you would actually go to school and not just play housewife like the congregation expected you to, and even meeting Eddie began as a favor for a teacher.

You had tried to forget him, but the heart has more strength than the brain, finding yourself drifting off to the idea of him beside you. His arm slung around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your head, hair tickling your nose as he shifted in his sleep. He ambushed every waking moment and it was ruining you, knowing the feelings aren't reciprocated.

So the following day when Eddie was leaving school in a panic at your sudden disappearance, you found yourself at a small bar, eating fries while watching a random hockey game. Did people actually come to bars to watch hockey? It was fairly empty so probably not.

“Hey kiddo, you okay?” A woman asked, making your gaze go from the ice to her. You looked a bit thrown off until you realized leftover reminisce of your mascara still coated your undereyes.

“Men are the worst.” Is all you could muster as she guffawed, signaling a bartender to grab two beers on tap. He set the cool mugs down before she slid one in front of you, nodding in approval as you thanked her. Never having a sip of alcohol, you coughed after one sip, but went back for more.

“I hear ya. Names Patsy.” She quipped, sticking out a hand that you reciprocated, sliding over the bowl of fries with the free hand. She cocked an eyebrow as she took one, smiling kindly under red lipstick.

Patsy was unlike any woman you had met in Hawkins. She was covered in tattoos, worse fake eyelashes that reached her eyebrows, a small piercing in the hairs and gorgeous brown hair held back by a bandana headband.

You began friendly banter, eventually spilling more secrets as the night went on, she talked of her two ex husbands and her work. She pointed at a shiny black motorcycle outside that was hers as you sat in awe of a girl riding a bike like that. The sky was completely dark as you reached the result of what brought you here, airing out your dirty laundry to a woman who you knew nothing but everything about.

“Damn, kid, that’s a tough break,” She sighed, drinking another beer and licking the foam from her top lip, “My family was like that, I was a preacher's daughter too.” Her revelation made you feel light, that someone could break through the confines to find true originality.

“I’ll let you know something though, don’t let these guys make you feel bad, okay? My dad made me feel like shit for every mistake I made, but you gotta find your own way. Doesn’t mean you have to lose your faith, lose yourself, or run away. You just gotta find what's good for you, not anyone else.” Patsy proclaimed as you nodded along, feeling seen for the first time in yourself as a regular woman, not in accordance with your relation to someone.

“You think this kid, Eddie, is what’s good for you?” She questioned, popping a fresh fry in her mouth that she had ordered as you followed suit.

“I think so.” You muttered, staring at your black, hightop Converses that rocked against the beam of the stool.

“Then go for it, babe. And if that doesn’t work out, you got the rest of your life to figure that shit out. The love of your life is probably not named Gregory who worked in insurance. Just like mine wasn’t named David who was a used car salesman, never date one of those.” You laughed at her advice, but took it to heart, taking another swig of your second beer.

The small bar and its dance floor began to fill, loud music playing that flushed out your once intimate conversation. She excused herself as you bid farewell, finding yourself drinking a third beer. You had walked around in the small place, watching women and men dance with one another, surprised to see this place so active for a Monday night.

The casual jeans and tight, revealing shirt you wore made you feel more comfortable amongst the crowd, letting the alcohol flow through your tired body. The thoughts of worry, shame, and guilt dissipated with every sip.

“Hey! I’m Matt.” A gruff voice came from behind you, his hand reaching the small of your back. Too drunk to care much, you introduced yourself, leaning further into his touch. He offered to buy you a drink and you agreed, watching from the floor as he ordered a pretty glass.

Matt was probably six foot, wearing business casual clothes that made him look like a true adult, dress shoes that had to have been shined recently, and a shiny watch that reflected on against the dim lights. Your drunken haze made you confident you could marry this man right now, especially after downing the clear, brown liquid, choking at the stinging sensation.

“You ever had whisky before?” He yelled over the music, amused at your intense reaction as he moved to the beat.

“I drank for the first time tonight so no!” You grinned, arms raising to dance and embrace the sweat and intoxication flowing through the room. His hands pulled you closer to him as you swayed to a Prince song, finding more drinks reaching your grasp as every song continued.

He moved his head to try and catch your lips, but you’d shy away with a shriek. Alcohol had apparently made you a bit aloof and carefree, “I don’t kiss on the first date.” Your words were sewn together as he smirked, your ass pressing against his front while your arms lifted to behind his head.

You occasionally thought of engaging in this activity with the metalhead, but shook it off, he didn’t care. You could make yourself busy, tonight didn’t have to end until you think it should.

Concurrently with your adventure, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking of you, driving all over to find any clue of where you had run off to. He drove past the obvious spots like your house, the library, the woods near the cafe again, but to no avail. He wouldn’t be able to sleep until he knew you were safe, feeling guilty for not conveying his true affections.

He had found your friend Danielle through a call to Gareth, who confirmed that she was the same girl he kissed in third grade under the slide. There were only so many Danielles that he took a shot in the dark and rode to her place of work, a pet store near the city's center. He wished he had the mental capacity to look at the kittens meowing his direction, but his gaze was set on the girl before him.

He didn’t allow her time to introduce herself as he asked where you were, hands resting on the blue crate as she sorted through dog toys, labeling them.

“I don’t think I should tell you, she told me not to-” Danielle asserted, clear with the intent to stay locked down. That was one thing about girls who had strict parents had in common, they could be sneaky as hell and keep a secret like a safe.

“Listen, I just want to make sure she’s safe, she never misses church or school.” Eddie sighed, making Danielle freeze for a brief moment before continuing with her stickers.

“She’s fine.” Her response was not as solid, lip between her teeth as she peeled a decal from the fuzzy material of the toy. He kept his gaze unwavering towards her until she looked at him. Danielle knew you were a tad unstable at the moment, she secretly wished she would tell Eddie, but she also knew it wasn’t her information to unveil.

“Eddie, right?” He nods, “I get you want to make sure she’s safe, I’ve been telling her to call me every few hours to make sure she is. I don’t even know exactly where she is.”

Thanking her briefly, he stomped out in a hurry as the sun dimmed. He clenched his steering wheel and let the metal music blast from his speaker, screaming for a moment till riding out of the parking lot. He realized he should probably check the outskirts of town, going in the direction of your house.

He listened to three whole mixtapes before driving past a grungy bar, not paying much attention until he saw your bike. He knew it was yours due to the peeling barcode left on from when you bought it, he made fun of you for never remembering to pull it off. You now insisted it was part of the ‘essence’ of the bike, that you had to leave it on. He swung into a u-turn, trying to glance in to no avail. The lights were dim and smoke coated the insides.

He got out, shrugging off his leather jacket to leave him in an Iron Maiden tee with a small hole at the lower right side, a result of messing with a loose string too much.

“Hey! Your name Eddie?”

His head whipped to see the same brunette woman you spoke to hours ago, perched on a black motorcycle, wearing sunglasses, and smoking a cigarette. He walked up to her, breathing deep with uncertain emotions.

“Yeah, who are you?” His voice was harsh as she turned stern, stomping out the bud, standing up to be about his own height.

“Patsy. Had a chat with a girl here tonight, talked about an edgy boy who seemed too similar to you to be a coincidence.” She breathed, cracking the strain in her back as she leaned downward. He couldn’t tell if he felt comforted that he found you here, about 20 miles from city lines, about 30 miles from your home.

“Shit, yeah, I’m the asshole. But I’m just trying to find her.” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair as he stood up straighter to take another look into the windows.

“Well, I’m just out here to make sure she got out of her safe.” This made the boy tense his eyebrows together, cocking his head as she lit another cigarette from her breast pocket. He took note of her cool jean jacket with various metal band patches, much like his own in the van.

“I’m not here to be the Pope or anything, but I understand her struggles, felt like I could give her a bit of advice. But some of these dudes, ain’t no good.” She took a huff of her cigarette, blowing smoke into the black sky, “I left, but turned around. Wanted to wait till she left or someone came for her.”

This was the first time she moved her sunglasses from her eyes, getting a good look up and down at Eddie. He stood tapping his foot nervously, hands on hips. His rough exterior made his jittery movements seem adverse, but she nodded and straddled her bike.

“Make sure the kids' home safe, got it?” She commanded as he nodded, watching as the motorcycle purred underneath her.

“Thank you for looking out for her.” Eddie called as she gave a wink, putting her black frames in front of her eyes and driving off into the darkness of the unfamiliar town. He stood in place until he heard echoes of Madonna from the inside, Papa Don’t Preach sending him to the front doors. His height did little to assist the mission of finding you, sandwiched between varying bodies.

You started to lose track of drinks, body moving absentmindedly to the rhythm cascading the whole atmosphere. Matt stayed glued to your side, feeding you fruity drinks and trying to get any words out above the music.

The man around you wasn’t just hoping you’d have a fun time drinking as he felt you up, cooing incoherent words in your ear which you always giggled at, mostly due to the tickle of his facial hair against your neck.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The words caught the brown haired boy’s ear as he looked to see Matt leading you out. Stumbling over heels and downing a shot, falling into his chest. Eddie got up and marched right up to you grabbing your hands then hung around Matt’s neck loosely.

“Eddie!” You sang with a grin, giving you a soft smile, mostly due to the relief of finding you safe. The other man gave him a dirty look, but he just shrugged, wrapping you closer to him in fear you’d fall.

“C’mon sexy, I thought we were heading to my place, so you’ll finally kiss me.” Matt placed a hand on your shoulder that was almost immediately met with a cryless wail, shoving your face further into Eddie’s warm and familiar chest. Too drunk to remember this was the same boy who left you heartbroken two days ago, just the positives stayed at the moment.

Matt mumbled an insult as he stormed out, knocking over a glass on the way out. Eddie ignored his temper tantrum, attempting to walk out by guiding your feet, but realizing it would save significant energy to just lift you. Your legs promptly wrapped around his waist, making incoherent noises.

“Fuck, how much did you drink?” He groaned, not expecting an actual answer, but was given one anyway after he sat you down, running to throw your bike in the back.

“I think 13, I should probably have another one cause that numbers uneven and some come with a little umbrella.” You hiccuped as he buckled you in, rubbing hands over his face at the severe amount you had, knowing you hadn’t touched a drop previously.

“Where did you sleep last night?” Dodging the aforementioned answer, she giggled, pointing to the right to a straight road lined with lit up restaurants and stores.

“I got a motel and watched TV and had ice cream. My bags there with my money, Kirk Cameron was there too.” You babbled, pulling the hotel keys from your pants pocket. He snatched it to your protests, looking at the name of the place and driving towards it. He realized the side of this town you found yourself at wasn’t exactly safe, grateful that he had just found you drunk and not harmed.

As you pulled into the same parking lot that was covered in rain the night before, he went to your side to open the squeaking door. He held your face in his large hands, looking you over as your expression was blank.

He gently coaxed you from his van, wobbly getting out and accidentally stepping on his boots that he loved. He was preoccupied grabbing his own overnight bag he had stored with extra clothes in case he ended up driving somewhere, he just thought it would be more drug related and not following you to a random bar related. He hadn’t even realized you had stepped on him until he heard you weeping, covering your mouth.

“M’so sorry Eddie.” You started heaving as he panicked, deciding to just carry you, again, into the small bedroom. A mantra of apologies flooded the room, “I didn't mean to step on your boot, m’so sorry!” He tried shushing you, hugging you close to his chest, stroking your hair.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, I’ve got ya.” His murmurs helped soothe you, breathing regulating to a normal tempo before he slightly pulled away, guiding you to the bathroom to change. As much as you probably needed a shower, it would’ve resulted in an injury at your state.

He grabbed your shirt and shorts set on your bed, a random pair of underwear from your bag, and placed it in your hands. He found some wipes to clean your face, waiting as you opened the door to the tee on backwards.

He smiled as you walked straight into his chest, looking up at him with big eyes, blinking, like a thought had never been behind them. He gently held your face steady so he could wipe off the mascara and lipstick.

“T’feels good.” You smile, eyes shutting as he tossed the dirty cloth in the bin. He found a way to get you to your bed, tucking you in as you yawned. He yawned right after making you erupt in girlish laughter.

“Alright, giggles, sleep.” He said, taking the pillows from the left side of the bed to make a space for him on the floor. He went to the bathroom to put on some flannel pajama pants, shrugging off a shirt, he was hot enough with the trousers. It was only when he had finally laid down that the whining began.

“Eddieee.” You whispered, peaking your eyes from the mattress, seeing your hair fall as he looked up at you.

“What.” Sighing as he stretched his back, trying to get comfortable on the very firm carpet.

“C’mereee” Words slurring against the foam mattress, inching further off the edge.

“No, sleep.” He mustered up as much sternness as he could at being this tired, it was also arduous to be angry at you.

The room went quiet as he shut his eyes, surprised that his attempt had succeeded quickly. This lasted a few seconds before he felt your finger start to trace his nose, scrunching it to derail your route. But you persevered in his hair, racking your fingers through it.

“I like your hair.”

“Go. To. Sleep.” He persisted, gritting out each word with eyes shut, turning to his side.

The room went quiet once more except for the slight buzz of the street lamps outside, but that too was joined by another noise.

“Eddie, please, I’m cold!” You plead, shuffling against the white sheets, restless.

He tried his best to ignore your words, still not very coherent, but you clearly needed him with you to shut your eyes for a minute.

“Can I sleep down there with you?” You reasoned, rubbing your hands over your tired eyes.

“Sleep.” Flatly saying it, but your begging continued softly, hearing a few sniffles followed by his name.

“Christ. Fine! Fine!” He broke, a joyful squeal coming from the mattress above him before he stood.

“Alright, little lady, no funny business.” His eyes squinted at you as he set the pillows on the opposing side, walking around to his side. He laid down beside you while you instantly latched onto him.

“I promise.” You mumbled against his chest, shoving your pointed pinkie finger in his face.

“Don’t take out my eye!” He dodged the attack, met with your simper.

“What if I wanted your eye? What if I was dying and needed it?” You berated, still slightly ineligible due to the drinks and being against him.

“Could I give you, like, a camel’s eye or something? Cause I kinda like my eye.” This was met with your gasp, setting your chin on his clothed peck to see him.

“I don’t want a camel’s eye!” The actual sad look on your face made Eddie’s heart leap, the silly situation warranting it making it easier to swallow than the last time he saw it.

“Go to sleep, giggles.” He chuckled, instinctively wrapping you closer as you melted into his grasp, hands respectively at your mid back.

“You can put your hands anywhere.” You hummed with shut eyes, cheek squished against him as he rolled his own eyes. His hands stayed still as he waited for you to drift asleep in his arms, finding his own rest shortly after.

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Waking up to the sound of someone throwing up reminded Eddie way too much of his party days. He groaned, rubbing his face to gain consciousness until he realized he was in a motel. The memories of the night before locked in as he stumbled to the bathroom.

He grabbed your hair in a ponytail as you threw up, crying a bit from the intensity. No one forgets their first hangover. He rubbed your back, sitting on the edge of the tub right next to the toilet you were hunched over.

“You’re okay, just let it out.” He murmured tiredly, wincing at the clear pain you were in. He waited until you had stopped vomiting for a few minutes to help you sit against the wall, shoulders relaxing as you breathed deep.

“Drinking’s not very fun.” You grumbled, rubbing your own forehead as he chuckled, standing up to walk to the first aid kit at the top of the cabinet. Finding some ibuprofen, he got a cup and filled it with water, sitting next to you.

“Ah.” He vocalized, signaling you to open your mouth as he cupped two pills in his hand, helping you lean back to let them fall in. He cautioned you to drink slowly to avoid throwing up again.

It was quiet as you came down from your nausea, he opened his arms to let you rest on his shoulder which you obliged, head pounding less and less as the medicine kicked in.

“I’m sorry for thinking I knew what was best for you,” Eddie breathed, “I don’t know what’s best for you, hell, I barely know how to keep myself alive.” You softly smiled, slowly nodding, relieved that if anything, he just began to understand your situation more.

“Thanks Ed’s. Thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sorry.” Slightly embarrassed at how much you drank last night and throwing up in front of him, but he looked at you with kind eyes when you peered up.

“Don’t be sorry, you had every right to go away. I just wanted to make sure you were safe, was scared something bad would happen.” Nothing bad did happen, but Eddie couldn’t ignore the slight ache he had when he saw you with someone else.

When you were able to stand, you opted for a shower, grabbing your bag and shuffling in. Any quick movement left you a bit dizzy, steadying yourself against the countertop, hearing Eddie ask that you just leave it unlocked in case you fell.

“What if I fall on purpose?” The suggestive words left your mouth before thinking twice.

“I’ll leave you there if you do that.” He joked, tidying up the space.

Finding your toothbrush, you cleaned thoroughly until your gums were about to bleed, finally getting in the shower. As you stood under the warm water, the feeling of sickness was overcome by the intensity you felt through your chest these past few days. You knew you had to go home, but how lovely would it be to be a stranger.

Going to a bar, meeting fellow strangers that had no idea if you were lying or telling the truth. Being a stranger made you whoever you wanted to be for a few moments, oftentimes finding your true feelings as you release. An audience’s response that only matters for the time, leaving to never see them again. You hoped you’d find Patsy again though.

As much as your heart ached for the boy on the other side of the walls, you tried to imagine how the night would have gone if he hadn’t come. Had he not given a shit and just played guitar in his bedroom, shrugging off the news about your absence in English class.

The night behind you was hazy, but you remembered Patsy, the greasy fries, the sweet drinks, and Matt. You only remembered Matt due to his bad breath that was masked by the vodka in his system and your own, how he kept trying to kiss you. You knew he hadn’t kissed you cause you distinctly remember him dragging it out, making it a big deal that you wouldn’t kiss a random man.

The water became slightly cool as you finished, wrapping up in a towel with gold embroidery scattered across it. You went to open the door to grab your bag, but it was placed right by your feet, yelling a thank you in response.

“This room is, maybe, the size of a closet, you don’t have to scream.” He replied just as loudly as you stripped with the door shut. You found a cream sweater and blue jeans, putting those on as they stuck to your wet skin.

You entered the main room to Eddie watching MTV in his clothes from the day before, the band tee showing glimpses of his tattoos. “Man, this channel sucks during the day.”

You laughed, placing the strap to your bag over your shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the phone. Your blood ran cold when you went to reach for it, dialing your home number to your worried mother.

“Honey! Why didn’t you call yesterday? Is Dani okay? Are you okay?” She rushed, hearing the rustle of papers from the other side, slightly relieved that worry triumphed over anger.

“I’m good mom, so’s Dani,” You shared, twirling the cord as Eddie laid back to set his head in your lap. Your hand went to scratch his head until he started fake moaning sexually. Your hand clamped over his, but he continued excessively, the skin not doing much to muffle his loud voice.

“I’ll head home soon, love you!” You peeped, slamming it off before standing up, Eddie’s head falling against the covers as he laughed.

You shoved your face in your hands before smacking his chest, a loud noise of skin against skin emitting sounding oddly erotic. “Well that didn’t help!”

Grabbing your bag, you covered your ears, mimicking the same thing he did to you just a few days ago in his trailer. “La la, can’t hear you!”

A serious face came to him as he stood on the bed, holding his arm as if he had a sword, swishing it, “You must listen to Eddie the Banished, Miss Rocky.”

“What? Did you hear something?” You played along, hands still covering your ears as you looked around, but Eddie was in your personal space quickly, trying to pry your hands away.

“Miss Rocky can’t hear you, sorry!” You shrieked as you shook loose of his grasp, your back hitting the wall with a thud. You stood bashfully as he sauntered over to you with a playful glare, arms planting besides your head.

Lips met lips as he kissed you gently, hands dropping from their intimidating stance to your cheek and hip. He helped guide your hesitant movements, pulling away to look at you,

"Do you hear me now?"

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months

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Stables

Media Wolf Hall

Characters Gregory Cromwell & Rafe Sadler

Couple Gregory X Reader X Rafe

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day 19

Kinktober Concept threeway

I hummed my little tune as I stood in the stables sweeping the horse's hay, a seemingly endless job as any time I swept the hay with the old broken broom across the cobblestones, the hay simply broke into smaller pieces littering themselves across the floor as I swept but I suppose it gets me out of any other work in the house.

I heard the door so I glanced over seeing a familiar sight at the door “hiya master Cromwell” I smiled

“Ohh Hi y/n” He smiled with a slight blush, “Just Gregory you know that by now”

“Sorry” I blushed “Did you want to take sam out for a ride?”

“Ohh no, that’s okay y/n. I uhh just came in to get away foir a while

“Oh, alright then, did you want me to go?”

“No you can stay if you want too.”

“Alrtight then” I giggled and continued with my work as gregory sat on one of the little wooden benches we chatted on and off for a while until I finally asked

“Gregory, what are you really doing here?” I glared

“Oh uhhhhh” he blushed

“Come on tell me”

“I uhhh… I’m uhh I’m kinda hard.”

“Oh?” I blushed hard glancing down a little

“Yeah- my rooms next to my dad’s office so he has a habit of coming to check up on me- so I come in here sometimes, it’s like the only place in the house knowone ever comes”

“That’s true, it’s why I like working in here.”

“Yeah I was little annoyed you were in here actually”

“Did you want me to go?”

“No it’s alright”

“I don’t mind you doing so in the corner”

“No thanks y/n”

“well if you like I could help out” I giggled

“what do you mean?” he asks little confused

“what do you think Gregory?” I smirk

“do you mean that?” he asked and I nodded “Uhhhhh sure” He happily smiled getting up from his bench and coming over to where I stood I smiled and put my broom away in the little cupboard and stood with him beside the stone wall “So…”

“so” I smirk moving a little closer and rubbing my nose on his “shall we?”

“Yes please” He nods

I smirked and closed the gap kissing him rather hard, he kissed me back almost instantly very eagerly meeting my energy and wrapping an arm around my waist to tug me a little closer to him, after a few hot passionate kisses I pulled back giving his nose a little kiss before I got down on my knees and undid unlaced his pants letting him lean on the stone wall as I tugged down his pants to his ankles and was met with his erection

“Ohh my Hello Gregory” I smirked peppering him with little kisses

“Uhhh” he gasps

So I changed over licking from base to tip

“Ughhhh... I was - I was thinking about you” he moans

“Were you? when?” I giggled as I pulled away

“When I got hard, I almost always am.”

“Humm are you saying I make you hard Gregory?” i giggled taking his hilt in hand pumping into my mouth as I licked his head

“Ughhhhhh yes! Yes you do! You always do”

“How very sweet” I giggled “such a lovely complement for a girl, to hear she makes her master hard when he thinks of her”

“Ughhhhh y/n please-”

I smiled and moved so I could take every inch of his cock in my mouth and began sucking and licking him, his moans filling the stables tall wooden roof I made sure to suck hard, learn where he loved my tounge and moving my head back and forth to make sure he felt as pleased as he could be I was being fueled by Gregory’s moans and groans every so often his hand would tug on my hair as a silent plea for more sometimes I allowed him and sometimes I slowed to tease him more

Suddenly the door slowly swung open!

I tried to move away but Gregory had his eyes closed so didn’t see the door and tugged my head closer preventing me from moving away and I saw another familiar figure in the door way I pushed his hand off and moved away wiping my mouth

“Master Sadler” I gasped

“Ohh shit-” Gregory gulped

“What’s this then? A snuggle in the stables?” Rafe smirked

“We uhh we weren’t doing anything-” Gregory began

“Ohh please I saw her with your dick in her mouth.” He chuckled “I should really go and tell your father”

“No rafe please don’t, He’ll kill me”

“Please No Rafe, Master Cromwell would fire me if he found out” I begged

“Well… I could be convinced to keep my mouth shut” He smirked shutting the door locking it and coming over getting on his knees behind me and grabbing my breasts through my dress “Hummm such a pretty girl, go on then” He smirked in my ear

“Yes Sir” I giggled “Shall we Sir?” I smirked stroking his shaft with my finger

“Yeah go on y/n” Gregory smirked so I happily took Gregory back into my mouth continuing as we had been “Ughhhhhh!”

“You sound so good for him y/n. You like having Gregory in your mouth?” he asks and I nodded “humm well Don’t tire yourself out though I want a turn in that pretty mouth too” Rafe smirked

“Ughhhh fuck- you’ll get your turn just wait” Gregory snapped

“I can’t help being excited watching her work so hard, maybe our cute little girl needs some pleasure too for doing such good work for us” He smirked moving away a moment to lay on the floor, he pushed my dress up to my waist exposing my ass which he happily spanked before he pushed my legs apart and moved under my legs starting to kiss and gentle lick my clit as I hovered over him, making me moan as he was so skilled and precise with his tongue, I made sure to deep throat Gregory to try and hide my moans but both of them knew how much I enjoyed it, but as I knew Gregory was getting closer I moved my spare hand not wrapped around Gregory's cock to move to rafe gently palming his erection though his tight pants which made him often gasp or moan giving me moments of respite from the pleasure, but I smirked a little and moved my head more aggressively on gregory and slipped my hand into rafes pants taking him in my hand

“Ughgghhhhh! Fuck how did you get so good at this-”” Gregory says struggling between his moans

“I’m starting to think we’re not the first boys she’s snuggled with” Rafe laughs

“I think so too” Gregory smirked moving his hands to cup my breasts

“Hummmm maybe our cute little y/n’s sneaking around alot” Rafe smirks

And I quickly shook my head

“No?” Gregory smirked

“Humm, then she’s must just be our little whore.”

“Ughhhhhh! Ughhhh ughhhhhhhhh! y/n!” Gregory moaned as he buried himself deep in my mouth I happily swallowed and licked him clean giving his tip a little kiss as I pulled away

“Umm my turn” Rafe smirked moving out from under me trading placed with an exhausted gregory, rafe unlaced his pants and excitedly pulled out his erection “Come on darling, You’ve got room for me too don’t you?”

“Of course sir” I giggled taking him into my mouth and holding his hilt in hand it took a moment or two to find rafe’s favoured pace but he liked hard and fast which was family easy with very little tongue so I made sure to go deep and fast letting him hold my hair

“Ughhhhhh fuck you are good-”

“I told you she was,” Gregory cooed as he cuddled me grabbing my breast with one hand and slipping his fingers inside me with the other making me moan “This really is a dream come true for us, you have no idea how much Rafe and I talk about your beautiful body and all the things we’d do to you if we ever got you alone” Gregory growled

“All of which normally revolve you on your knees for us” Rafe smirked “Ughhhh little more y/n I’m close-”

“She is too she’s so tight” Gregory smirked speeding up his fingers and using his other hand to rub on my hardening nipple through my dress I did my best not to scream but I knew I was so close

“Uhhhhh! Ughhhhhh y/n! Y/N!” Rafe groans throwing his head back and burring himself deep in my mouth I happily swallowed what I could even if I little leaked out my mouth as only a few seconds later I hit my own moaning down his cock as I tightened around Gregory’s fingers which he quickly stopped moving when he felt I had reached it.

I was utterly exhausted moving back and collapsing on the stable floor gasping for breath my dress still around my waist my dripping pussy exposed Rafe’s seed dripping out my mouth, my mouth hung open as I gasped and from just being too tired

“Aww look what we did to her?” Gregory smirked

“Humm she does look good” Rafe smirked as the two came to lean over me “I have an idea” he smirked which he then whispered to gregory who seemed to agree as he smirked widely

“What Idea?” I asked slightly nervous but neither answered me “What are you doing?” I asked trying not to panic

“Grab her arms” Gregory told him

“What are you boys-” I began the moment rafe lifted his foot I tried to get up but rafe grabbed my arms holding them level with my head as he stood behind me letting me lean my head on his shoulder gregory took my ankles both boys holding me slightly above the floor meaning if I wanted out of their grips as they stood I’d have to fall to the floor, rafe wrapped my arms around his neck and gregory wrapped my legs around his waist both of them far enough apart I hard to lay but close enough I had no chance of escape then the boys both began to tickle me

“Ahhhhh! Boys let me go!” I squealed between giggles

“Aww but we’re just tormenting you, like you do us everyday” rafe smirked

“Yeah come on y/n” gregory smirked

Rafe grabbed my breasts ripping my dress to expose me completely making me squeal “Awww yeah, look at you pretty little girly” he growled fondling them and playing with my nipples tugging on them to make them hard

“She really is beautiful” Gregory smirked as he grabbed my inner thighs pulling them apart to expose and separate my pussy as much as he could causing it to drip down onto the floor “Whoa… she must be so horny, don’t worry y/n we’re about to make sure this is taken very good care of” Gregory smirked stroking my pussy…

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localfandomweirdo · 4 months

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More FNaF S.B. incorrect quotes

-None are mine-

-Swearing-

-LGBTQ-

-Cameron and Nox are 2 of my OCs-

Sun: Cameron likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

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Nox: Sun, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong? Sun: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before? Nox: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

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Moon: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

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Sun,with 1 brain cell: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Chica,also with 1 brain cell: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

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Vanny,wearing sunglasses: Rule one of destroying the Pizzaplex.

Vanny: You gotta look good while doing it.

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-FNaF 6-

Mike: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Helpy: You and me! Mike: tearing up Ok.

-NOT A SHIP-

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Gregory: I love hearing Vanessa shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

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-Past!Afton AU-

Mike: Bro- Chicamask bully: No, no, hold up, rewind. Chicamask bully: My tongue was down your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

-I still haven't decided a name for the Chica Bully,right now it's between Noah,James,and Liam-

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Chica: Roxy and I are no longer friends. Roxy: CHICA THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Freddy: What do you think Moon will do for a distraction? Eclipse: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. Building explodes and several car alarms go off Eclipse: … or they could do that.

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Eclipse: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Moon? Moon: … No. Sun: I do! Eclipse: I know, Sun. Sun: I’m sad! Eclipse: I know, Sun.

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-Before the events of S.B.-

Chica: Hey, Freddy? Can I get some dating advice? Freddy: Just because I’m with Bonnie doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

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Freddy: Okay, but what if we went to get ice-cream not as friends this time? Bonnie: AS ENEMIES?! Freddy:

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-FNaF 2-

Foxy,sweating: Mangle, there’s something I need to ask you- Mangle: Finally! You’re proposing! Foxy: How’d you know? Mangle: Foxy, you dropped the ring five times during dinner. Mangle: I even picked it up once.

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Vanessa: What are you two arguing about this time? Roxy: He's always using common phrases incorrectly! Monty: Cry me a table, Roxy.

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Sun: How would you like your coffee? Moon: As dark as my soul. Sun: Got it, one cup of milk with extra sugar coming right up!

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Gregory: One time I went to hand Cassie a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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-I don't know when this would happen-

Cassidy, gesturing to Michael: Guys, look what you did! You made Dad upset! Gaberiel: Dad, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Fritz: I’m sorry Dad… :( Michael, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER WITNESSING THE BIRTH OF ANY OF YOU!

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Vanessa: What’s your biggest fear? Freddy: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Roxy: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back. Gregory: Zombies. Roxy: … Freddy: … Gregory: BUT they can open doors.

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Bye :)

👁👄👁

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 1 year

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things that would kill a victorian child but with fire emblem because fire emblem heroes makes it possible:

toilets. summoner starts explaining flushing and sharena and alfonse are just staring at them asking where it goes. particularly feral heroes would call that a waste of time as there are bushes all around.

flaming hot cheetos. fairly self-explanatory, some individuals i think would die instantly upon consumption: marth, chrom, soren, lucina, eirika, miciah, xander, elise, leo, any of the old characters, alfonse and sharena. mountain dew, or energy drinks in general also fall into this category with the only difference is it makes dragonkin and beastkin have the zoomies.

daddy being used in a sexual manner. this goes three ways, you have heroes (specifically dads) who do not get it. summoner calls eliwood daddy once and his response is: “why yes i am a father, roy speaks quite kindly of you.” they don’t explain to him, does find out what they meant eventually and coughs up blood. whore heroes who get called daddy by summoner, are explained the meaning to, and latch onto it. i won’t go into detail because u know sin. and finally horrified characters, any of the priests/priestesses with the exception of silque because mother mila, is actually mommy mila. (JKJKJK) particularly pure characters, any of the future kids. except nina, she’s ahead of her time, she’s writing fanfiction about her blorbos bartholomew and sir gregory.

your mom jokes. specifically your mom sucked me good and hard through my jorts. what’s a jort? and half of the heroes have dead moms so that jokes is falling flat. rip summoner.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #shitposting

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burntotears · 1 year

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🤲👀💁‍♀️ for the writer emoji asks =)

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask Game

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic? (I think this is the one that was meant... I don't see the other emoji on the list)

I was talking about this in the literal skeletons discord the other day−when I was 12 my brother found my slash boyband fanfic on my PC (I had my own computer because dad is a PC technician and built us PCs) and "outed" me to my mom. It was a weird conversation, but didn't really result in a lot, honestly? I didn't get in trouble, she was just kind of baffled but I started writing other generic fiction too and posting that online so it became a whatever thing. Dunno if she realizes I still do it and I'm sure my brother has forgotten all about that happening.

My husband knows I write fanfic and that I RP too, obviously. I ask him weird/random questions all the time when doing research or am looking for the right words. He just rolls with it−he's a good sport.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I talk about a lot of them, but I guess I will mention the new one sigh. I decided to write a holiday fic which I don't usually do, but I read one of the prompts for the RNM New Years Countdown and got inspired to write a Malex fic based on the 2006 movie The Holiday, which is basically one of my favorite holiday movies ever for reasons unknown.

It's going to be long and that's not what I wanted to happen, yet here we are. So now I'm just going to say it covers three of those prompts or something because ugh. Also it's going to be background Greg/Isobel because reasons. I have a thing for that pairing and I wanted it instead of kybel.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? From The Holiday AU:

“Hey, Iz,” he said and headed back toward the primary bedroom. “Did you conveniently forget to mention that your brother would be coming here?”

“No,” she replied, sounding offended, “but he lives like five minutes away so it’s not hard for him to stop by.”

“Not Max. The other one.”

Isobel was silent for a few moments. “Right. So… I might have forgotten to tell him I wouldn’t be there.”

“No shit, Iz!” Alex rubbed his temple, exasperated.

Isobel scoffed. “You didn’t exactly mention there would be a sobbing man on your sofa either.”

“What are you talking about?” Alex frowned.

“Looks like you, says his name is Gregory and he lives here?” Isobel prodded.

“He’s not supposed to be there.”

“From what I have gathered, his girlfriend broke up with him,” Isobel said, sounding disinterested.

“Shit. They were supposed to go on a cruise.”

“Oh god,” she replied, sounding upset.

“I know,” Alex agreed.

“No, that they would go on a cruise. They’re so unsanitary.”

Alex groaned. “Really not important right now, Isobel. What about your brother? Can’t he go stay with your parents?”

“Would you subject your brother to your parents?” Isobel asked skeptically.

“I thought that you liked your parents.”

“Yes, but Michael has a… difficult relationship with them.”

Alex raised his eyebrows. “Okay…” What the hell did that mean?

“Look, just… he’s really nice once you get to know him.” Isobel didn’t even sound convinced of it herself.

“That’s not the ringing endorsement you think it is.”

“He’s got Nora there, so he’ll be even better behaved!” she tried. It sounded like one hell of a fishing trip she was on.

“Wow, you’re really talking this guy up.” Alex deadpanned. “Does he know you think so highly of him?”

Isobel snorted. “I have to deal with your sobbing mess of a brother here, so the least you can do is look at my hot brother for a little while.”

“Did you just call your brother hot?” Alex shook his head. “No, not the point. Anyway, you don’t have to deal with Gregory, he can just go…” Alex tried to think of someplace in Roswell Greg could possibly spend the next two weeks.

“Yes?” She prompted.

“Fuck.” There was nowhere for him to go. Alex sure as fuck wasn’t going to send him to their dad’s place.

“Exactly. So we’re both stuck, looks like,” she said.

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll give it a few days, but if he’s still as obnoxious as his first impression was, I’m not making any promises.”

“Of course. Maybe Gregory will stop crying long enough that I could even watch TV,” she shot back testily.

#malex #malex wip #roswell new mexico #writing #ask game #(asks)#alex-guerin #belmanes #abel #fanfic #(mine)#single dad!michael though #first time i've written it #holiday!au

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riahlynn101 · 2 years

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“When I’m Gone" (28).

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Trigger warnings: Blood and one incidence of strangulation (not leading to death). Also, and I'm sorry in advance, major character death.

“Argh! My head,” Gregory complains, holding his throbbing temples. The pressure helps slightly, lessening the pain to something more manageable.

Someone gasps, and it takes everything in him not to jump out of his skin. “Gregory?”

Wait.

Gregory knows that voice….

…has been read bedtime stories by that voice …

…..has hoped and prayed and wished upon every shooting star to hear it again.

He looks up, letting his hands fall from the sides of his head. Across from him, leaning up against a wobbly shelf, is Vanessa. Tears are welling up in her eyes. Gregory can’t understand why. Shouldn’t he be the one crying? Adults are so confusing.

“Eck!”

Vanessa lunges forward, wrapping her arms around him. Between sobs she apologizes over and over again, or at least, that’s what Gregory thinks she’s trying to do. The blubbering makes it hard to understand her. “I-I….I’m so, so, so,” she hiccups, “Suh-ar-r-r-eee, Gr-ay-gree-ree.”

He awkwardly pats her back, unsure of how else to comfort her. “It’s okay, Vanny. I forgive you.”

Eventually her sobs taper off, and she pulls away. Wiping her eyes, she regards him with a stern glare. “Where have you been!?” She demands.

“Uh? With my dad?”

“Pssh, we don’t have a dad,” she says, sitting back on her haunches.

“Yeah, but I do,” he gloats. “Funny thing, I ran into him after you ran off to, I dunno….murder children?”

Vanessa narrows her eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?” She asks, reaching out to grab him by the shoulders. “I’ve been locked in here for a couple of hours. Or at least I think it’s only been a couple of hours. I-I’m not totally sure. Time moves so slowly here.”

He’s interacted with Vanessa throughout the night, and she seemed….okayish. If not off because of her lack of memories and the child murderer living rent-free in her head. But it has been strange, now that he has time to think about it, that Vanessa hasn’t remembered him. He just figured she hit her head and forgot - that’s what happened in this one movie Mister Emily and Cassidy watched a few weeks back-

“But looking at you now….” she trails off, eyeing him up and down, “....you look….older.” The lines on her forehead become more prevalent. She leans further away, removing her hands. “How much…” her voice wavers, “...how much time has passed? Since I’ve been stuck here?”

He ignores her question. “Do you remember me?”

“Gregory, how much time has passed? I need to know, please?”

The light flickers.

“Do you remember our mom?”

Vanessa tugs on her hair, frustrated. “How. Much. Time. Has. Passed?”

“I met her, you know? Tonight actually. She’s really nice and looks a lot like you.”

A look of utter disgust crosses her face. “Mom, here? Argh! No, I thought she’d take the hint and leave us alone.”

The light flickers, again, and this time takes a moment to turn back on.

Anger, all consuming and ever-present since the day Vanessa left him for Mister Emily to find, boils over. He screams. It comes out high-pitched, and if he were in any other situation, he might feel embarrassed. But watching his sister, who had the audacity to not only abandon him but also hurt and ruin the lives of other children, trash talk their mother, gets to Gregory in a way the imposter wearing her skin couldn’t.

Vanessa cringes back, covering her ears. “Shut up!” She shouts. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

He stops screaming. “No! You kept mom from me! You had no right! No right! I hate you! I wish you weren’t my sister! I hate you-”

A blooming hot pain across his left cheek stops his ramblings. He looks at Vanessa. She’s staring at the palm of her hand with an unreadable expression.

“Stop,” she croaks out, “please. I-I don’t want to fight. I’ll explain what I remember.”

-x-x-x-

Cassidy beats the game first try, which probably isn’t all that impressive considering she helped engineer it. But she takes her wins where she can.

Gregory remains passed out behind her, wrapped in an old, dusty curtain. Occasionally, she casts quick glances over her shoulder to see how he’s faring. Only the slight movement of his eyes behind his eyelids and his soft snores tell her he’s alright.

“One down, two to go. It’s up to the others now to finish what we started.” She curls up next to him, allowing herself a moment of rest before it all comes crashing down.

“It’ll be okay. I promise.”

-x-x-x-

“I was a beta-tester for some new-indie horror game. And everything was going okay until someone- no not someone, something got in my head. The girl on the tapes explicitly told me not to look further into the recordings, but I didn’t listen.” Almost as an after-thought, she adds, “he- no, it told me you died.”

“Weird. I mean, I almost died. Some maniac hit Mister Emily’s car. We flipped over a bunch of times, and the guy chased me through the woods with a g-”

Vanessa waves her hand. “I swear if you say a gun-”

“-gun and I fell down this hill. Got some pretty cool scars from it on my back and-”

“-I’m going to single-handedly track the guy down and tear him apart piece by bloody piece.”

“ Oh . You can’t. Mister Emily already killed him,” he explains, shrugging his shoulders. “It wasn’t all bad, though I met Cassidy while I was in recovery.”

“How many years ago was this accident?”

“Aaahhh,” he tries to recall the exact date it took place, “two, maybe three years ago. It was the same day you disappeared.”

-x-x-x-

“You can do it, Sammy. I believe in you.” Freddy flashes him a toothy-grin.

The arcade is large, stretching from one side to the other. “There are at least sixty games in here. How am I supposed to find the Princess Quest game?”

“ That I do not know. Maybe start with the games on the outside and work your way in or start in the center and work your way out. One of them is bound to be the one you’re searching for.”

Groaning, Samuel drags his feet to the game in the very middle of the room. An air hockey table painted with miniature designs of Roxy, Chica, Monty, and Freddy dressed in hockey jerseys. Out of commitment, he still checks for a name. It isn’t, of course, Princess Quest, but Cassidy has a terrible habit of messing with him. So, he’s covering all his bases.

By the time he’s made any serious progress, Freddy is almost out of battery, and he has nothing to show for it. Most of the games have already been checked over, and all he has left is this row.

“Have you found it?” Freddy asks, standing patiently a safe distance away.

“No,” he snaps. “And I’m running out of options. Are there any more areas that could potentially hold a super-secret exorcism game?”

Freddy is quiet, maybe fuming (can robots fume?), or maybe looking over one of his many extensive internal maps. Samuel doesn’t dwell on this - there’s no time.

The next game in the line is a claw machine. Little handprints and bits of hard candies dirty the glass. The inside is almost empty, only the biggest and worst prizes are left. If he wasn’t on a mission, Samuel might spare a moment to play it.

The first pizzeria had a claw machine just like this. Same music and blue, red color scheme and everything. Charlie was always better at it than him, boasting loudly with each win. He much preferred the Fredbear and Friends themed pinball machine, collecting dust in the corner (it being the only game that didn’t give tickets).

“Sammy?”

“Eh?” He asks. “What’s wrong?” He looks away from the games, focusing on Freddy.

Shuffling in place, Freddy wiggles his ears. “I know where the game is! Follow me!”

“Where- hey! Wait for me!” Samuel has to jog to keep up with Freddy. “Hey-hey can-can’t you slow down?” He pants.

Freddy doesn’t slow down, leading him to a side room, down a hallway, and down (what has got to be) an endless amount of stairs.

“Freddy, stop, please. I-I can’t keep up!”

As if some higher power has finally decided to throw him a bone, Freddy stops mid-step. Relief floods his body. He sighs, shaking his head. “ Thank you. See, that’s all I…” he loses his train of thought. “Freddy….uh….where are we?”

This isn’t anywhere he recognizes. It’s pitch-black, and he has to rely on the thin streams of light peeking through cracks in the ceiling to find his way.

Squeak!

“Eck!” He trips over his own feet, falling backwards. A small puddle of water soaks into his jeans. “Oh, this is just great. Freddy?”

Step!

“Freddy are you there?”

Step!

“Freddy? This isn’t funny. Where are we?”

Step!

Samuel feels his heart rate quicken. “Please….please answer me!”

Squeak! Squeak!

Something - please be a mouse - scurries away. Fleeing as if seeing something horrible Samuel can’t.

He scrambles to his feet, using the stairs behind him to stand. “I-I’m going back upstairs. Come find me when you stop being weird.”

Thudthudthudthudthudthud!

A clawed-hand yanks him backwards. “Eeeep!”

He’s hoisted up, collar digging painfully into his neck to meet the horrible creature at eye-level. A light clicks on, a sort of flashlight.

Freddy smiles at him.

This time, Samuel doesn’t feel like returning the favor.

“Fre-dee,” he wheezes, trying to bury his fingers under his collar to get some breathing room. “Wh-why?”

Freddy seems to consider this. The corners of his maw twitch, as if he’s fighting a losing battle between himself and some unseen, malevolent force. “I do not know,” he says. “I am not myself. Please, forgive me.”

Samuel is unceremoniously dropped to the ground. He rubs at the sore spot on his neck, taking deep, heaving breaths.

“Run.” Is all Freddy tells him before stomping in the opposite direction.

Not wanting a repeat experience, Samuel scrambles to his feet.

“What the fuck,” he whispers, starting the long trek back to the arcade.

-x-x-x-

“Can you play any faster?” Elizabeth asks, peeking over Michael’s shoulder.

He sends her an annoyed glare. “ I’m sorry, Liz. I didn’t realize you were the expert on how long this game should take.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“And you’re a bitch.”

“How dare-” A noise, sounding like a mix between nails on a chalkboard and metal on metal, cuts her off.

Michael chuckles. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“Someone’s coming,” she hisses, slapping his back. “We need to hide.”

“Hide? I’m about to win.”

S c r e e e c h

Michael stiffens, shoulders squared, but continues playing the game. “I hear them,” he says. “You need to hide-”

“No-no, I won’t leave you here.”

“Liz, if we don’t finish this game then it won’t matter if the others win, because we will have already lost.”

Her shoulders slump. She hates that he’s right.

Hates that he’s always been right.

Hates that her family can’t ever catch a break.

She straightens up and takes a deep breath. “Michael, tell Gregory and Vanessa, I love them.”

“Elizabeth!? Elizabeth, get back here. I’m almost finished playing. We can still win this, together .”

One hand on the door knob, she turns her head-one last time-to flash a mischievous smile at her older brother. For old time’s sake.

“You better win, Michael.”

She’s out the door before her brother can say anything else.

-x-x-x-

“Pssst…. Cassidy! Cassidy, wake up!”

She groans, rubbing at her eyes. It takes a few seconds longer than it usually does to “wake up” (considering she doesn’t require sleep), and even longer to remember the events that took place prior to her falling asleep.

Gregory whimpers in his sleep, reminding her of the past day. “Oh,” she sighs, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “It’s okay, Gregory. You’re alright.” His face goes lax.

The voice from earlier giggles. “It’s strange seeing you so…hm…what’s the word, again? Oh, yes, maternal. ”

She’s on her feet in an instant, lunging towards the voice.

“Evan!” She laughs, feeling giddy, pulling him into a hug. “What are you doing here?”

Never one for physical affection-though that was never a problem while they were sharing Fredbear’s rotting, decaying suit-he pats her back and then gently pushes her away. “You looked like you needed help,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “And I wanted to meet Lizzie’s kids.”

He tilts his head to the side. “That’s Gregory, correct?”

“Yes, Vanessa’s his sister. The one that William took control of.” She watches him intently as he bends down to get a better look at Gregory. “I think he also took control of Gregory too,” she adds.

He looks at her. “At the same time?”

“Uh, good question, but I’m not sure. At the time I was alone with Gregory.”

Evan hums. “Because if he was only controlling Gregory at the time, then it was probably-”

“Possession,” Cassidy interrupts, annoyed.

“ Yes, or,” he continues on as if she’d never said anything, “if he’s controlling multiple people at a time, it might be mind control.”

“Mind control, possession, who cares? It’s basically all the same thing, isn’t it?”

“Not really, possession almost always requires the person being possessed and the entity doing the possessing to be present. While mind control…” he trails off, waving his hand, urging her to finish the sentence.

“Doesn’t require the entity to be near.”

“Which means…”

“Which means I get to kick William’s ass.” She smiles. This is the best news she could have possibly received. “Does that mean his suit is here somewhere?”

“Yes, though I’m not sure where. My guess would be somewhere hidden under the Pizzaplex. Father always liked his privacy, and off the grid and hidden from any prying eyes would be his first choice.”

“Watch over Gregory for me?” She asks, feeling a bit silly.

“Hey, that’s my line,” he jokes.

“Yeah-yeah,” she chokes back a sob. In all likelihood if she does find Willian, then she won’t be coming back. Wiping a hand over her eyes, she asks, “Evan, I’m sorry. I broke your promise. I tried to keep him safe, but I-I failed.”

“No.” He says, reaching for her from his place by Gregory’s side. She abides, coming closer. A fond smile graces his face. Such a rare sight, that it feels almost wrong seeing it on Evan’s face. “You haven’t failed me, or him. In fact, I would say you’ve exceeded my expectations.” He holds her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.”

“You’re a good friend, Cassidy. Do what you have to do to find peace.”

Unable to find the right words, all she can do is nod lamely.

Cassidy leaves before she says something stupid or embarrassing. Evan always did have that effect on her. Just as Gregory has.

-x-x-x-

It takes Samuel another half-an-hour to find the game. It’s hidden away in a supply closet in the very back of the arcade. Nowhere near where Freddy had taken him earlier. He tries not to think about the aforementioned animatronic, focusing instead on the game in front of him.

It’s a simple platform game, and it takes him less than five minutes to beat it.

He sighs, leaning against the machine. God, he’s exhausted. How long has he been here? He checks his phone.

5:45 am

Huh, night’s almost over. Considering his part in all this is done-and that Cassidy is watching over his son-taking a five minute break is probably okay.

He drops to the floor and, using the arcade machine as a backrest, finally gets to rest.

-x-x-x-

Elizabeth is staring at her daughter for the first time in nearly a decade. She’s dressed in a patch-work bunny costume-face and all visible skin hidden-but she knows deep down it’s her Vanessa.

“Nessa,” she says, trying to sound firm, “I know you’re still in there. I just want to talk to you.”

Vanessa cocks her head. “Oh, if that’s all you want,” she takes a step forward, swinging her knife at her face.

On instinct, Elizabeth dodges.

“Then you can talk while I tear your fucking throat out. You little bitch.”

Elizabeth winces. Even while knowing this isn’t technically her daughter, the insult still stings. It reminds her of her father and all his many remarks directed at her ability-or lack thereof.

She takes a step back before remembering why she came out here in the first place. Lifting her head, she takes three steps forward. Just enough to be within arm's reach of her daughter.

“I love you, Vanessa. And I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t there for you. You deserved a parent, and I wasn’t one.”

Elizabeth barely sees the knife before it’s plunged into her body. The pain is immediate, bringing her to her knees.

“I-I love you, Vanessa. You did such a good job on your own. I’m proud of-” Vanessa stabs her again, this time in the back.

Despite herself, Elizabeth screams. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she tells her daughter, after she gathers herself. If there’s even a chance that Vanessa can hear or understand her, she’ll take it. “It’ll all be okay. I-”

The knife strikes her lower back. The metallic taste fills her mouth, overwhelming her senses. “I will always love you.”

Vanessa giggles. “I’ll be sure to tell her that.” The knife is hoisted over her head.

The last thing she sees is Vanessa walking away, heading for the door she tried so hard to protect….

#FNAF fanfic #vanessa security breach #gregory security breach #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf cassidy #fnaf evan #sammy emily #michael afton #cross posted on ao3 #fnaf fic #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #long fic #when i'm gone

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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*clears throat* Ahhh no one asked for these, but I goaded @aspoonfuloffiction with them, and now they won't leave me alone. which I suppose I deserve. So ahh... Here's hot stay at home dad Gregory ft.Lucy feeling a little thirsty.

Gregory had been waiting to be able to do this costume, for a very long time. 6 years in fact, And Daphne and Anthony had flatly refused to let him use their children for it. But now he had his own baby And even Lucy had found it very hard to deny that Katie, all of three weeks old at her first Halloween, would look very adorable in what he had planned. The picture of Gregory smiling broadly, in his Mandalorian armor, helmet tucked under one arm, Katie in a Grogu costume in the other, ends up going a little viral from Lucy's instagram post. Lucy takes great delight in responding to some of the thirstier comments left on it with You're not wrong. The picture is the wallpaper on Lucy's phone for a very long time. And Lucy is a little annoyed that she hasn't yet been given the OK by the doctor for a more...vigorous appreciation of Gregory's costume.

It wasn't a secret that Lucy found her husband ridiculously attractive. What was surprising though was how much more attractive he seemed to be to her when he was holding their tiny baby. There shouldn't be anything sexually charged about her husband laying on the couch, their daughter on his stomach watching a movie. And yet... and yet... Lucy couldn't take her eyes off it. And now Obi Wan's going to zjooom Gregory said making a lightsaber noise in time with the television, swinging their daughter's arm in time with the noise. And he looked so happy, his hair rumpled, his stupidly adorable wire rimmed (Dad spectacles he called them) askew from Katie grabbing at them earlier, his tshirt stretched tight across his chest and arms bearing the words Yoda One for Me and god help her she just couldn't take it, heat rising to her cheeks. Greg it's time for Katie to take a nap. Gregory looked up a little startled Luce, can we please just finish Attack of the cl-? Lucy sighed Gregory you look ridiculously attractive to me at the moment are you going to keep questioning or let me take my clothes off for you? Gregory is off the sofa and up the stairs before Lucy can blink.

When Katie started preschool, Lucy had noticed that the other mothers had a certain... reaction to Gregory. She saw the way they eyed him when he bent to pick up Katie, roaring happily as his daughter giggled at being hoisted onto her father's shoulders, saw the way they cooed over the baby strapped to him, and Lucy really couldn't blame them but the poor Man had no idea. He'd never really had any grasp on just how attractive he was, how his cheeky smirk had made her heart want to burst out of her chest to get to him and now he had absolutely no idea that volunteering to go on field trips and baking for the class, and standing outside the school expertly fixing their daughter's hair was like catnip to women. And again, Lucy couldn't blame them, when she saw Gregory with their children, so happy and content to just be with the family they ha made together, it simultaneously made her heart beat out of her chest and do very filthy things to him. But that didn't stop the savage pride she felt when Gregory was called over to a group of giggling women at a PTA function, and he tugged her by the arm smiling charmingly and said Ladies, How are we today? Have you met my wife Lucy? Now you finally see why Katie's so beautiful! and the women eyed her despondently, smiles tight with a quick Hi and no, Lucy's not proud of the quite demonstrative kiss she gives him after he makes a rather impassioned speech about why they should be supporting girls in STEM. Well, Maybe A little.

And yes, on more than one occasion Lucy has caught the expectant looks that their range rover gets when she pulls into the car park. The mother's fluttering around to see the new baby only for them to visibly deflate when she steps out. Ugh save your energy Jacqui, It's Mrs. Bridgerton today Stephanie Green said and Lucy couldn't hold back her smirk as she said Don't worry Ladies, My husband will be back tomorrow, and he's bringing shortbread. And as she left she heard Jacqui mutter God she's a lucky bitch.

#tag yourself I’m jacqui #bridgerton and sons au #lucy x gregory #lucy abernathy #gregory bridgerton #glasses gregory lives rent free in my mind #lucy loves her nerdy boyf #Gregory is a hot dad don’t @ me #and Lucy had nine of his children so she is well aware #not an ask or an answer #I am just forcing my writing on people at this point

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copperbadge · 2 years

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Is there a story behind Noah's other biological parent and their absence? Given how practical Jes is, it seems likely that they just decided they would like to be a parent and went about making it happen (either through medical intervention or via a favor from a friend), but the part of me that loves drama would love to see the absolute gnashing of teeth that would ensue on their deadbeat ex seeing them not only thriving and hot but dating a deadass silver fox of a King (emeritus).

LOL! Michaelis would certainly enjoy that. All else aside, he likes being a dad in general and would have had a lot more kids if he could have. Even before starting a romantic relationship with Jes, he definitely looked at Noah and went Oh, a bonus child. Excellent, I shall Dad at him. If someone from Jes’s past who hurt them showed up to be a dickhead about it, Michaelis would relish the opportunity to frustrate and enrage said dickhead (with Jes’s permission).

I don’t know about Noah’s other parent, since the choice of how to arrange that hasn’t really been forced by the story. Jes had Noah right as their career was really hitting its stride, which was a little inopportune, but whether he was a welcome whoops or a “gotta do this now because it’s only going to be harder later” is up in the air. They knew they wanted a kid, so Noah was wanted regardless of whether he was wanted right at that moment.

It’s possible, given Jes’s allusions to having Made Mistakes with older married men in the past, that Jes had an affair and Noah was the result, and possibly he has a trust fund he doesn't know about yet that was set up to make sure Jes didn't make trouble for the man's family. :D On the other hand, that seems like a lot of drama when most people I know who've had kids without 100% of the necessary equipment have just used a donor and spent a shitload of money on lawyers to ensure parental rights to the child. (This is likely the path Eddie and Gregory will take.)

But honestly I didn't see a need to go into it in the story, so it just hasn't been built out yet. That way my options are open should I need to bring Noah's other parent in at some point. :D And in any case, Jes and Noah are both at peace with his parentage. Noah had a lot of strong role models across the gender spectrum, growing up, so he didn’t lack for parental figures if he wanted them. Which, I feel him, I’ve had at least three dads in the course of my life.

#shivadhverse

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sapphire-wine · 3 years

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Gregory Edgeworth Week (DILF Week) Day One: Pin-up

Unfortunately this ended up with much less present Gregory and much more Narumitsu than I anticipated. I did think it was funny though. Pushing my dumbass Miles agenda. Happy DILF Week!!

“Hey Edgeworth?” Phoenix called out into the hallway. His gaze was fixated on an enlarged portrait on the wall of the guest room.

“Hmm?” He heard the distant response.

“Why do you have a pin-up of your dad in here?”

Miles walked into the room himself.

“What? Wright, what would you possibly be talking about?”

Phoenix pointed up at the large photo. He was unable to look away.

“The pin-up. Of your dad. The scantily clad gentleman.”

“That’s--”

“Don’t get me wrong, it's very tasteful!” Phoenix rushed to say, turning to Miles while holding his hands up defensively. “I just didn’t expect you to have something like that out so...openly…”

Miles scoffed.

“It is not a pin-up, Wright. It’s a photo taken to symbolize the vulnerability of the law. All defense attorneys get one.”

Phoenix stared at him.

“I...I never did one of these. And I know sure as hell Mia didn’t either...Grossberg? You think Grossberg got these done?”

Miles stared at him for a moment, gears turning on overdrive.

“I...I suppose I never thought…” Miles looked back up at the picture, in a new light. A light that can only be seen once you realize you have been publicly displaying your own father’s pin-up for years. “I’ve shown people this picture. No one ever corrected me on it or complained.”

“Your dad’s hot, Miles. Not much to complain about.”

Miles looked at him, mouth agape. “Why I never-”

“What? Everyone had to be thinking it.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Miles pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is ridiculous.”

Phoenix walked over and clasped Miles’ shoulder.

“Look, it’s fine. It’s nice you have a picture of your dad up. Even if it’s...this…” Phoenix glanced back at the picture. “Again, very tasteful.”

“This is one of the only photos I have of him. I thought it was taken in a professional manner.”

“Oh this was definitely taken professionally.” Phoenix blurted. He heard Miles intake a sharp breath. “Sorry.”

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not your fault I was led to believe this for years. I think I was even at the photoshoot when these were taken, as young as I was. I didn’t see anything odd about it.”

Phoenix wrapped an arm around him.

“Are you gonna take it down?” he asked.

Miles sighed, “No. No, I have to believe that photos can take on new meanings. Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep at night.”

“Well you won’t be a stranger to that.” Phoenix stopped, “sorry again.”

“This is not a good day for us it seems.”

Phoenix looked over at him, “so…”

��Yes?”

“If these poses symbolize the vulnerability of the justice system and how lawyers need to lay bare before the law...are you gonna get some?”

“What?”

“Well, why didn’t you ever get one done before?”

“I’m not a defense attorney. I suppose I believed it was only an honor for the best.” Miles looked back at the image.

“You know, I took some photography classes in college.”

“Did you now?”

“Yep, part of my general courses for my art major.”

“And this is relevant?”

“I’m saying, I can get you some scantily clad photos on this level.”

“Do you truly believe in its meaning?” Miles tilted his head.

“I truly believe I’d like to see you pose half naked.” Phoenix grinned.

Miles pushed him away.

“Crass.” He started to walk out of the room. Phoenix trailed after him.

“So do you want to do the same pose with one leg on the chair? Or do you want to make it your own?”

“I’m not discussing this with you right now.”

“So, later then?”

Miles groaned loudly. Phoenix closed the door of the pin-up guest room with a grin.

#gregory edgeworth week #dilf week #gregory edgeworth #narumitsu #wrightworth #ace attorney #ellie is a monkey at a typewriter

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sugdenlovesdingle · 2 years

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I finished season 2 of Bridgerton and I have thoughts™

The Viscount Who Loved Me is my favourite book of the series and I was a little worried what they’d do with it... because these screen adaptions are always changed for added DRAMA and stuff, but overall I liked the season.

- Kate and Anthony are 🔥🔥🔥 from the beginning. A+ casting, Simone and Jonathan have insane chemistry.

- Anthony is a hot mess all season and I love it!

- Kate wants to do right by everyone so bad, but my girl needs to go easy on herself and let herself love that hot mess of a man.

- Newton! The true star. And Kate and Anthony bickering over who he belongs to at the end is amazing. “He doesn’t listen to me.” “And I do?”

- Edwina is all sweet and naive all season... and I didn’t really like that. I think I like book!Edwina better. in the book she says she wants to marry a scholar, someone she can have intelligent conversation with... here she just lusts after Anthony and is blind to him and her sister blatantly eye fucking every time they’re in the same room.

- The whole Sheffield/Sharma backstory... meh. (was Anthony Head in the neighbourhood and needed something to do?) I still don’t understand why they changed their name to Sharma... They didn’t change Simon’s name even though they cast a man of colour to play him....

- I feel like they brushed over some things and just quickly added them because it’s such a big thing in the books and the fans were hyping it up. Like the bee sting and Kate’s trauma. The bee sting was barely a thing and the storm just “unsettled” her. Where was my Kate hiding under the desk because she’s that scared of the storm? Where was the Kate and Mary conversation about her mother?

- Penelope and the other Featheringtons were very unlikeable all season. I know Pen is only supposed to be 17 or 18 or something but god... i don’t want this Pen with Colin.

- Colin... I don’t know what to think of him. WTF was that whole Marina thing? And the twins are George’s kids now and not Philip’s? I suppose they did set up Sir Philip the botanist... but Marina seemed fine. Though I guess To Sir Philip with Love isn’t happening for a few more years.

- Benedict. The best Bridgerton brother - hands down. High!Benedict was hilarious and I love his relationship with Eloise and him constantly mocking/teasing Anthony. I can’t wait for his season.

- Eloise the feminist warrior... meh. I liked her little flirt with Theo. If they don’t do To Sir Philip With Love, I wouldn’t mind her eventually marrying him and have her cause another scandal of marrying below her station.

- Hyacinth and Gregory, my beloved children! they’re so precious. Anthony dancing with Hyacinth at the ball and telling Gregory about their dad - my heart!

- mama Bridgerton/Mary/Lady Danbury/Queen Charlotte these ladies are a force to be reckoned with! I loved them pulling together after the wedding that never was and Violet and Mary talking some sense into their idiot children at the end.

So Eloise knows Penelope is Lady Whistledown... how are they going to drag that out until the end of Romancing Mr Bridgerton? Madame Delacroix already knows too... how many more people are they going to involve? At this rate Colin is going to be the last to know rather than the first.

Also Eloise knows and hates her now (we’ll see if that lasts) why would she not tell Colin when she realises he’s into Penelope or when they’re engaged. Even if he goes “yeah, I know.” by then. They keep saying the Bridgerton fam is so close so wouldn’t it make sense for her to share this big secret about her brother’s fiancee with him?

And I feel like they used the running away to be with Philip thing with Theo now so they might not do that book... and they showed Philip and Marina “happy”.

Also Eloise has her hair down most of the time... when it’s such a thing in To Sir Philip with Love that she has her hair up all the time and he wants to take the pins out so see it not tied up in a bun at the base of her neck. And when they have sex and he finally gets her hair ‘loose’ she mentions it’s always up in a bun ever since she was 16. but again - TSPWL isn’t happening for a while yet.

Where was Francesca?? Has she already met John? Is she already married?

I was kind of disappointed they used the caught in a compromising position and are forced to marry with the Featheringtons instead of Kate and Anthony... but on the other hand I didn’t really like that part of the book where Anthony pretends he doesn’t love her and she’s miserable at home alone. So I'm kind of torn™ on that one.

Overall it was a good season, though certain choices were made.

#bridgerton #Bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton spoilers

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The further along we go with these episodes, the shorter and shorter my thoughts are going to be. (Future Rin here; it’s really not that short at all.) Don’t bother bringing a heavy cup of tea or anything (you probably should though), because this will be pretty quick (it will not). Let’s dive right into 3x09.

Max and Jones are both so hot in such different ways. Max is the kind of guy I was just want to snuggle up to with a hot chocolate, and Jones... 👀 Well...

It felt like Liz was trying to pick a fight too often, but luckily we didn’t fall back into any of that pointless teenage drama with her and Max. When she mentioned Heath, I honestly thought I’d have to skip more of her scenes which I really didn’t want, but her and Max’s scenes turned out to be actually interesting, and Heath’s involvement turned out to be really fascinating, so I’m glad that took such a pleasant turn.

Isobel and Maria’s scenes were cute, it’s nice seeing them together on screen. However, I will argue that maybe “finding yourself” can, in fact, be put on hold for the sake of saving your dying twin, especially when you are, in fact, on a time limit. I think it would’ve been better if Maria had told Isobel to get some sleep, get some real food, maybe let off some steam with someone, but it felt like this whole “put yourself first, sweetie” kind of moment, and I’m sorry, but there’s just no time for that. It’s okay to work really hard when you’re on a deadline. I think Maria was wrong, this is a war. A battle implies that there’s no end in sight, but there is with Jones. Like, push through the last few miles, this is kind of important.

It just felt like the romance with Anatsa had come out of nowhere. We didn’t even see them come together for a second, and have only seen Anatsa even sort of connect to Max, so...

Gregory was so cute as always. I do think it is a missed opportunity that they haven’t had him in more scenes with Alex. And not just as the supportive brother, but... god, this family is so fascinating, all masters of their field, and we don’t get to see that dynamic at all. Let me see them solve mysteries together, kick ass together. Give us the whole Black Widow movie.

Kyle’s speech brought me to tears, I love that he mentioned Alex, I love that he talked about this thing he started “with Alex” as if it should be a given that Alex was the one he trusted most above all else with his father’s legacy and making his own path. I can’t.

Michael and Ramos nearly killed me. The way Michael just stood there like he was meeting his boyfriend’s dad for the first time, and Eduardo just looked at him like, Really? You’re the one my son’s in love with? Best hacker in the world, and he chose you? Because you seem like an idiot.

Michael was a blatant idiot for Alex, and I LOVED EVERY SECOND of it. Everything about Alex hurt. The fact that he saw Michael’s mom, of all people, his fears that he would never escape his father’s hatred and anger, that it was always somehow going to be a part of him. Was I hoping he and Michael would go to town after they put the machine back together? Absolutely, but I mean... next episode, next episode.

All in all, I really enjoyed this episode. There was one scene I had to skip, I think we all know which one because it’s, like, let’s not push our luck here and I don’t want to mention it because I don’t want to make this an anti post, but I did end up skipping one scene. Still, really enjoyed the episode, I can’t wait for the next one, and let’s all pray this time for a Tyler IG takeover.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #roswell new mexico #rnm thoughts #rnm 3x09 #kyle valenti #isobel evans #max evans #jones #liz ortecho #gregory manes #maria deluca #eduardo ramos #roswell nm

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interns

a/n: okay here's a little thing I wrote super quickly so it's a little random but! I know people are more interested in canon compliant fics (which tourist is not) so here's this!

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"He's just so nice." Amelia glanced up, looking towards the group of interns that had gathered at the end of the nurses' station, their voices hushed as they crowded together. "I mean, half the attendings won't even look at us, and he already knows all of our names."

"It's our first day; you can't expect them to care about us."

"But he does! I may just go into ortho now. Do you think he's single?" Amelia bit her lip, smiling as she listened in to their conversation, diverting her eyes back to the tablet in her hands.

"He was talking about a son, but he doesn't wear a ring."

"Single Dad? That's hot," an intern muttered, throwing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"He may not be single, Em. Some people aren't married."

"What kind of woman would have a kid with a man like that and not marry him? Come on, have you seen him?" Amelia rolled her eyes, looking over once more to take note of who was there. The blonde woman, who the other interns had referred to as 'Em,' was twirling her hair around her finger, gawking at a photo on his phone. "I found his Facebook. He doesn't have his relationship status up, and all his pictures are of his kid. I'm placing money on single Dad."

"Or maybe, he just doesn't put it on the internet. Ever thought of that? Privacy is nice," a male intern added, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Says the one with no digital footprint. I googled your name to see absolutely nothing besides a graduation list. Dr. Gregory Collins does not exist online."

"For a reason. Maybe Lincoln just doesn't feel the need to post a picture every time he sees a dog on the street."

"What if he's gay?" Another intern whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.

"How would he end up with a kid, then? Good one, Kayla."

"It could be his nephew, or he adopted?" Kayla shrugged her shoulders, her arms extended in suggestion. "We live in a progressive world; you never know."

"Will they kick me out of the program if I sleep with an attending?"

"Are you really going to try and seduce him? Because that's quite possibly the most idiotic thing I've ever heard." Meredith walked up to Amelia's side, reaching for a tablet from the stand and logging in.

"Shh," Amelia whispered, tilting her head in the direction of the interns. "They're talking about Link. I'm eavesdropping." Meredith rolled her eyes and opened her chart.

"Greg, you're just jealous because his thing is probably bigger than yours."

"That has nothing to do with this. I'm saying that you shouldn't go around trying to sleep with the chief of orthopedic surgery when we've been in this hospital for less than a day." He glanced down at his phone. "I've gotta go; Pierce is paging me. Please don't do anything stupid, Em." Meredith raised her eyebrows.

"They think he's single?" Amelia nodded her grin wide. "And you're fine with them talking about sleeping with him?"

"Come on, it's kind of funny! And when they find out we're dating, they'll stop; it's all innocent in the long run. I'm not worried about Link sleeping with an intern, and I'm pretty sure if that blonde one tried to make a move, he would freak out and never put her on his service again." Meredith shook her head in amusement.

"If you wanna really freak them out, text Link to come over here, make them see that you've heard everything and that you're his girlfriend." Amelia's face lit up, and she pulled out her phone, texting Link.

"His kid is cute. I love kids; I could be a good stepmom."

"You're at the start of your career, do you really want to start parenting a kid? That kid looks like he's four or something; you would be tied to that kid for fourteen years."

"For that man, I would. Have you seen him?" At that moment, the doors opened, and Link came walking through, a grin on his face. "Dr. Lincoln!" The interns stood up straighter as he passed, a blush creeping onto the blonde one's face. Link offered them a half-wave, casually walking backward until he playfully bumped into Amelia's body, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head.

"So, why'd you want me here?" Amelia looked up at him before her eyes darted to the side, seeing the interns staring at them.

"Those interns were talking about you and how they would be willing to be a mother to your child because you're that hot," she muttered, leaning up to kiss him. "And now they're super freaked out and will be scared of me for the next month because they know that I heard everything they said."

"Did I say something wrong? To make them think I was interested? I wasn't trying to do anything-"

"No, you were just being a decent human being, but interns see that as you offering to shove your hand down their pants," Amelia grinned and kissed him again. "You're supposed to be mean to the interns."

"Have some sympathy for them; we were interns once. You remember how much that sucked?" He dropped his hands to her hips and cocked his head to the side. "Okay, well, seeing as you don't actually need me for anything, I'm gonna go make sure none of the interns have killed my patient."

"You're picking up Scout tonight, right?"

"Yup. I love you!" He waved goodbye, jogging past the interns again, whose faces were flushed.

"They look like you just killed their puppies," Meredith laughed, a huge grin on her face. "I've missed torturing the interns."

"It definitely shouldn't be this fun."

#amelia shepherd #amelink #amelia x link #amelink fanfiction #atticus lincoln #grey's anatomy #amelink fanfic #greys abc #greys fanfic #meredith grey #my fics

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Some general Ghost Crew head cannons I have

I’ll probably do a relationship one (platonic and romantic) later.

Under cut cause I don’t wanna clog the tags for the characters.

Zeb

Zeb tries to be quiet at 2am when getting a midnight snack bless his heart but that ship is just not made for larger species.

He is a very good defense strategist. Coming from the Honor Guard he learned mostly defensive tactics as the Lasat were not so keen on going into a war anytime soon.

On slow days he cleans the crew’s weapons and keeps them in good shape. Sometimes he can get into such a good mood that he takes the task of cleaning up Chopper.

He doesn’t get nightmares as much as he used to. The only time he gets them now is when he’s too close to a large explosion. It reminds him of the Palace explosion too much.

Chopper

Chopper’s favorites list: Hera, Sabine, Kallus, AP-5 (in all honesty Kallus and AP are tied), Kanan, Zeb, and Ezra.

Chopper keeps tabs on everyone’s general health. He finds creative ways to get them to eat, sleep, shower, and relax. Most often he’s throwing something at them like a ration bar or a bar of soap.

Chopper does not like Han Solo at all. Solo gets shocked every time he passes Chopper. Solo is so paranoid whenever he hears any sounds of droids at the base. It’s mostly due to Solo being on the bad side of both Hera and Kallus for various reasons.

Chopper labels himself as the best droid in the Rebellion. He takes no criticism.

Hera

Hera is amazing with Jacen not just from natural instinct but because she had experience from the Ghost crew. They’re basically her kids don’t lie to me.

People expected her to be cautious or hostile towards Kallus when he joined. Instead she asked for him to be the Ghost’s intelligence agent and made him a Spectre.

When the Empire is driven back and defeated she moves to Ryloth to help rebuild. She helps establish a few schools and helps train pilots.

When Jacen asks about his father when he’s young she simplifies things for him but she doesn’t hide details either. She’s very transparent about who Kanan was and answers his questions to the best of her ability. When he’s older though she gives him the full story in a sit down session.

Kanan

This man cannot cook to save his life outside of ONE recipe his master taught him. Hera can’t cook either so when Zeb joined and was able to make some decent stuff the relief could be felt even from non-force sensitives.

He forgot when his birthday was from all the years on the run and hiding. He would just raise his age after the New Year and forget about it. Hera was the one to find his birthday and start celebrating it again.

Kanan is an expert on how to avoid Chopper’s shocks. He can parkour his way through a room if it means he won’t get electrocuted by the little menace.

He liked his master but didn’t like Mace Windu that much. He knew he could be kind and good but he always saw his harsher side and felt like he treated some padawans and Jedi unfairly.

Sabine

She was nervous to do her art on the ship when she first joined. She was always yelled at by her mom, by her superiors, and even some friends when she tried to do her art. She asked Hera and Kanan and was only asked not to do anything NSFW. She has been given no other restrictions. She has taken advantage of that.

She hates when things are stagnant. If she feels restless she’ll change her armor paint, her hair color, and even redo her whole room.

She wasn’t comfortable with Ezra’s flirting but thought he would grow out of it or stop eventually. It didn’t, but it never got to the point where she would snap at him. She just sat him down one day and said a very firm ‘No’ which he respected. Their friendship greatly improved after. (I personally see them as really close friends)

She’s a frustrated learner. If something keeps going wrong no matter how she changes her methods she won’t touch that thing for a good 2 or 3 weeks.

Ezra

He learned early on in street life not to be afraid of heights. Since his main mode of transportation became running along buildings and such the fear of heights was not allowed to stay around.

He doesn’t like cold food that much. Just something about it puts him off. Having a warm bowl of soup or a hot roll of bread is his favorite meal.

He has called Hera and Kanan mom and dad on accident and now they call him their son on missions. He’s ok with this new development.

He’s protective over his food. The only person he isn’t defensive around with food is Chopper only because the droid doesn’t actually need to eat.

Rex

He picked up a lot of hobbies after the clone wars. He can fish, knit, write, make pots, and hunt pretty well.

He doesn’t take his armor off because he never feels safe. He wakes up from night terrors too often and is only grounded by the feel of his armor.

They buried Gregory on Lothal and visit whenever they’re able. Rex brings different types of flowers each time.

Kallus

He has no social skill whatsoever. He’s either very quiet or very blunt in what he means.

He has major OCD. At first the crew didn’t understand and tried to make him stop but they soon got used to it. They get used to him checking inventory every five minutes to make sure it doesn’t get stolen, walking through a doorway several times to make sure a ghost doesn’t hunt them down, and several other things he does around the ship.

He’s a lot more relaxed after coming to the Rebellion. They’re much more understanding of his OCD, expectations are reasonable, and they’re a lot friendlier towards him than he thought they would be.

He’s better talking with droids than organics. When he was young the only friends he had were droids and that continued into the Empire. Even with the Rebellion of he’s not with the Ghost he can be seen with Ap-5 or other various droids around the base.

#ghost crew #garazeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #ezra bridger #sabine wren #clone wars rex #Star Wars rebels Rex #kallus #alexsandr kallus #chopper #headcanon #sw headcanons

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transguyedgeworth · 3 years

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*rolls up to your blog in an office chair* heard you wanted head can- *chair gets caught on a rug and I faceplant*

- When they were kids Edgeworth slept over at Phoenix's house a couple times which is where he was introduced to ~video games~. It's so hard to get him to admit it but he loves games and always will. He takes a Nintendo DS with him on business trips so he can play the 2008 Steel Samurai game when he's had a hard day. He and Phoenix rely on each other to beat Zelda games. Phoenix is better at the puzzles and temples and Miles is...oddly enough incredible at combat and boss fights. (Never play smash bros with him he knows every combo).

- Miles thought he hated physical touch until he became involved with Phoenix and suddenly realized how touch starved he is. He's still uncomfy with PDA but when they're alone he is the biggest cuddle bug and no one can convince me otherwise.

-Phoenix had to get surgery once and when he came out of anesthesia this happened https://youtu.be/DiviQfLyQX4 Miles absolutely will not let him live it down

-When Phoenix first adopted Trucy she had a hard time sleeping alone because she was afraid that Phoenix would be gone when she woke up and another father would have left her. Phoenix would always let her sleep on his chest so she wouldn't get lonely or scared. Eventually her fears subside for the most part but Phoenix is always happy to let her sleep with him if she has a nightmare.

-Okay I don't have a specific headcannon for this but like...what happened to Miles' mom???

-Phoenix once had a terrible, vivid nightmare that Kristoff kidnapped and tortured Miles and Trucy and he wasn't able to save them. He woke up sobbing and drenched in sweat. After Miles was able to comfort him he gets a warm washcloth and gently cleans all the dried sweat off Phoenix. It's so tender and quietly intimate and Phoenix weeps. His head is in Miles' lap as he cleans Phoenix so he'll be more comfortable and every time Phoenix thinks about it he cries because he loves that man so much.

-Miles is a casual birdwatcher.

-Every thanksgiving Phoenix and Trucy watch a TERRIBLE comedy together and eat cheese whiz on whatever is in their pantry.

"I'm thankful for this fake cheese". "and I'm thankful I didn't make this movie!"

-Phoenix and Maya always spend the anniversary of Mia's death together. They swap stories about her, even if they've already heard them before. Mia always feel especially close to them on those days.

-Phoenix and Maya have matching bi pride pins.

-Phoenix likes to eat froot loops with grape juice instead of milk. He enjoys the horrified looks he gets from his friends.

*gets back in my chair, super embarrassed* okay byyyeeeee

DONT BE EMBARRASSED THESE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD!!! seriously you guys are so rad and have so many fantastic ideas... weeps.....

LITERALLY I HAD SOME OF THESE IDEAS BEFORE TOO!!!! like the concept of phoenix and edgeworth (and maybe larry too but he’s on thin ice) having sleepovers when they were little is something i think about an unhealthy amount.... AND MILES BEING CUDDLY TOO!!! i think the concept of him learning to enjoy stuff like snuggling with his husband and playing video games is so so precious and important because it shows how much he’s growing now that mvk isn’t around to emotionally stunt him. AND THE BIRDWATCHING!!! i talked to my partner about this and we agreed that he would TOTALLY get really into that shit after he and phoenix retired. like overall both of their lives have been a shitshow, they’ve earned the right to be boring for a change fjdnfd

as for miles’ mom, the only ideas i have for that are kinda boring and generic: she probably either died when miles was young (during childbirth or something) or left gregory shortly after miles was born. i’m leaning towards the death thing though because like. who in their right mind would leave gregory edgeworth?? that man is a catch and a half.

man. fucking.. “man wakes up after surgery and hits on his wife”... that would totally be something phoenix would do, specifically the “holy shit i hit the jackpot” kind of stuff. he just loves his husband! and he thinks he’s hot!! he is such a good partner and he’d be totally respectful of miles’ boundaries and stuff and they would take SUCH GOOD CARE OF EACH OTHER!!!! the part about miles comforting him after a nightmare... god tier. he’s returning the favor from when phoenix would comfort him for years when his recurring nightmare reared its ugly head again.

and YES PHOENIX AND MAYA BISEXUAL MLM/WLW SOLIDARITY. their friendship is so so important and it makes perfect sense that they would spend the anniversary of mia’s death together since she’s the reason they even met in the first place... they’re practically siblings in my eyes, big brother/little sister energy coming off of these two big time.

i also think phoenix would indeed be a fantastic dad but i can’t really say much more about it since i haven’t played apollo justice and don’t really know a ton about trucy so. but their father-daughter dynamic seems great from the stuff i’ve absorbed. also the dialogue for them on thanksgiving? a+ perfect spot-on, love it. phoenix would absolutely have the Worst taste in food so the cheese whiz and froot loops with grape juice feels so canon to me.

#my partner's take on what happened to miles' mom was 'she hit the woah too hard'#so there's another take on that if you're interested hdkfndnf #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #trucy wright #kristoph gavin #maya fey #mia fey #little edgeworth #little phoenix #wrightworth #miles answers #brainfullofhotsauce

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hello hello hello! and welcome to Season 12 of Supernatural.

I admit that initially I STRUGGLED WITH SEASON 12. I LOATHED the British Men of Letters (other than Lady Antonia Bevell; her hot working mom energy can get it); I have...mixed feelings about Mary; overall it was not a stellar season for me the first go-round. HOWEVER I shall now give it a second chance, and look for the subtext within the bad (and if my theory tracks, there will be much subtext as...there is much bad). Maybe I’ll even develop Ketch appreciation. **ONWARDS ONCE MORE INTO THE BREACH, MY FRIENDS:

When we last left Dean, I neglected to mention that Amara brought his mom back (this is how much I repressed Mary Winchester I guess?) We cut to Mary, confused, in a nightgown (I get this is part of the character and that’s why she is wearing it sO wE kNOw iTS rEAlLy MaRY WinCHEstEr because of her nightgown and not Sam Smith’s exquisite face, but honestly WHY - LIKE DID SHE WEAR THE DAMN THING IN HEAVEN THE ENTIRE TIME TOO?).

DEAN [breathing heavily]

Mom. Listen to me. Your name – your name is Mary Sandra Campbell, okay? You were born December 5, 1954, to Samuel and Deanna Campbell. Your father, he bounced around a lot for, uh, work, and you bounced right along with him, and you ended up in Lawrence, Kansas.

MARY

How do you know all that?

DEAN

Dad told me. March 23, 1972, you walked out of a movie theater – Slaughterhouse-Five. You loved it, and you bumped into a big Marine and you knocked him flat on his ass. You were embarrassed, and he laughed it off, said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee. So, you went to, uh, Mulroney's and you talked and he was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed. That was the night that – that you met –

MARY

John Winchester.

DEAN

August 19, 1975, you were married... in Reno. Your idea. A few years later, I came along, then Sammy.

***DEAN DESCRIBING EVERY DAMN DETAIL OF THIS HAS MURDERED ME. Also, I know John Winchester “told him the story,” but something about this retelling - these are NOT John Winchester’s words (other than maybe “big Marine”). The emotions, the feelings, the “you talked and he was cute” Dean is describing is Dean’s retelling, the version he created in his mind of this damn meet-cute, this little love story he played over and over in his head, and that makes me feel warm and tingly and also want to ingest sharp knives.

***Everyone already knows about the damn Zeppelin reference but just in case you wanted to be tortured, please recall that later on we will get

THIS FUCKING SHIT

Nothing to see here other than Dean using a reference from this LOVE STORY on Cas. I HATE it here in super hell. Next rounds on you, Sam.

Anyway, Mary has caught on:

I paused here just now because I had a tHoUGHt. This season is all about exploring Dean and Sam in their role as sons (this is discussed at the SDCC panel prior to the season; btw they are all free on Prime and I recommend watching before you start each new season for little “reveals” behind some of the plot lines). We know Sam has no relationship to Mary really, he was a baby when she died, but Dean was a little boy - with a personality, character traits, identifying characteristics that his mother probably knew like the back of her hand. That’s why my first run-in with Mary left a bad taste in mouth during this season - LIKE THIS IS YOUR KID, and there is NO inkling or recognition until THIS moment? In a show that just spent an entire season exploring the “unexplained connection” between Dean and GODS SISTER, there no immediate “OH” from his own mother?!

But then I realized why she only connected at this very moment. This particular moment - and not the moment where he lists the factual details about her before the story of the night she met John. That little story with all those cute details - that’s the part of Dean that Mary knew before she died - when that part was ALL of Dean. Before hunting, before John’s quest for revenge turned him into the person he is today, before he saw himself as a blunt little instrument. That’s why initially Mary has no recognition that this is her son - because the Dean she knew was sensitive, and kind, and OPEN, and liked love stories, and laughing, and warm hugs and maybe flowers. Because if you think about it WE DONT KNOW THAT DEAN. We only know Dean AMD. (After Mary’s Death).

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So maybe Mary represents Dean Before Mary’s Death, and whatever part of that Dean remains, no matter how deep he has been buried. The part that connects with people; the part that doesn’t want to be alone. The part that helped Amara. The part that loves Cas. And that’s why Amara brought her back.

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Ok, if I think of it this way, I may like Mary a little better now.

BUT ALSO MY BABY:

Cut to Cas.

[THE MAN WALKS OVER TO THE EDGE OF THE CRATER MADE BY THE LANDING AND SEES CASTIEL PULLING HIMSELF OUT.]

MAN

Holy mother.

[CASTIEL STANDS UP AND LOOKS AROUND]

CASTIEL

Where am I?

MAN

Uh...Earth?

CASTIEL

No. How far am I from Lebanon, Kansas?

MAN

Uh... Th-three hours, maybe. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Who – What are you, man?

[CASTIEL WALKS TOWARDS THE MAN AND TOUCHES HIM ON THE FOREHEAD. THE MAN DROPS TO THE GROUND. CASTIEL LEAVES HIM THERE AS HE DRIVES OFF IN THE TRUCK]

***I spy a Season 11 random parallel

And Cas says, “Earth -

***Also, I often wonder if in his mind’s inner GPS, Cas bases distances on how far he is from Dean.

In the meantime, Bad Things Are Happening to Sam.

***Toni Bevell, don’t join the British Men of Letters you’re so sexy hahah

Other than noting that this is yet another too oft- repeated Sam, the Victim, Always Gets Tortured scenario, I see no point in recapping these parts.

I will just continue to post Toni Bevell hotness for these portions of the episode. Ok? Ok. You’re welcome.

BACK TO THE BUNKER:

I already posted this sweet baby reunion in my final Season 11 analysis/recap, but lets see it again at another angle and from Mary’s perspective CAUSE CLEARLY she has...*thoughts*

Poor Cas had no idea he was about to MEET THE PARENT

It melts my little heart that Dean uses Cas’s full name to introduce him to people. Especially members of his family who are trying to kill him.

Anyway, then we get a much longed for gem of typical Cas deadpan:

(*I still miss Casifer a little bit though*)

And then we have

A MOMENT OF CONNECTION!

At the SDCC panel, Misha specifically noted that both Mary and Cas are outsiders, so this tracks.

They head to the garage:

[Exhaling sharply, Mary walks towards Baby. She runs her hand lightly over the car.]

MARY This was John's car. Oh, she's still beautiful.

DEAN Hell, yeah, she is.

MARY Hi, sweetheart. Remember me?

[MARY LEANS DOWN AND LOOKS INTO THE CAR SMILING. SHE STARTS LOOKING AT THE FRONT SEAT BUT HER EYES AND HER THOUGHTS LINGER ON THE BACK SEAT. DEAN LEANS DOWN LOOKING AT THE INTERIOR OF THE CAR WITH PRIDE. DEAN LOOKS AT HIS MOM AND REALIZES SHE’S HAVING VERY SPECIFIC MEMORIES OF TIME IN THE BACK SEAT. DEAN LOOKS AROUND THE CAR, AND LOOKS AT HIS MOM.]

***this is where you truly see that Sam Smith is a genius because she took those directions and put them all into THIS:

And then THIS:

DEAN

Oh…

[MARY LOOKS UP AT DEAN. DEAN REALIZES HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN CONCEIVED IN THAT CAR, STANDS UP QUICKLY AND LOOKS OVER THE CAR. DEAN SWALLOWS HARD, AND GLANCES AT CASTIEL WHO GIVES HIM A QUIZZICAL LOOK.]

DEAN

We should go.

***At this time I would like to remind everyone that Cas is also generally in the back seat of this car.

MOVING ON

Meanwhile-

Back at the bunker, Cas is Continuing to Connect with his boyfriend’s mother:

[EXTERIOR DAY; INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS AND THE NOISE OF VIDEO GAMES ARE HEARD. THE CAMERA PANS TO MARY WHO’S WATCHING THE SCENE. CASTIEL IS PICKING UP COFFEE.]

CASTIEL

Thank you.

[CASTIEL TAKES THE COFFEE TO MARY AND SITS DOWN.]

CASTIEL

This must be difficult for you. I remember my first moments on Earth. It was jarring.

MARY

One word for it. I grew up with Hunters. I've heard of people coming back from the dead before. But to actually do it... after 30 years. A lot's changed.

[MARY LOOKS AROUND.]

MARY A lot.

Cas:

This is usually a look Reserved For Dean, so its interesting Cas is looking at Mary here [they also weirdly joked about Cas hitting on Mary at the SDCC panel and now I'm giggling because if Mary represents the soft part of Dean this all makes PERFECT SENSE).

BONUS

Actual footage of Sam in super hell

The Cas/Mary bonding worked BTW:

[INTERIOR: GREGORY IS SITTING IN FRONT OF HIS DESK WITH CASTIEL, DEAN, AND MARY STANDING BEFORE HIM.]

DEAN

So, you dug the bullet out of his leg, no questions asked?

GREGORY

She offered me 100 grand.

MARY

And you took it?

GREGORY

Student loans were a bitch, okay?

[ANGRILY CASTIEL STARTS TOWARDS GREGORY.]

DEAN

Cas! Cas! Cas! Don't hurt him. Not yet.

**Disclosure: I do not accept the “Cass” spelling and take creative license to change it in the script whenever it appears**

GREGORY

All right, look, she didn't give me her name. When we were done, the driver bailed, I got paid, and then some other chick shows up, and they all drive away.

MARY

And that's everything you know?

GREGORY

(insincerely) Yeah. Totally.

****Um, Mom that’s my boyfriend you don’t order him around like tha-

Oh, well, ok then.

***This is important, because Cas doesn’t obey anyone (other than Dean) blindly ever since he invented free will and all that. Hence Dean’s surprised/impressed look to Mary above.

Meanwhile:

I recall that I spent most of my first watch of Season 12 gushing over Toni Bevell, so I’m glad to know this won’t be changing. You’ve been warned.

Next up, Sam is again sex tortured, Cas is a Helpful Boyfriend, and for some reason, Rick Springfield.

#spn #spn meta #spn analysis #spn recaps #season 12x01 #season 12 #supernatural #destiel #dean cas #spn fandom #toni bevell #sorry this is long af #but not really sorry bc its mainly due to the additional pics of Toni bevell #and you need her in your life #myspnmeta

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