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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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Ghostwriter was really asking for soup time at this point.

He had apologized for his first Christmas truce before, last year he even convinced Clockwork to help him make a copy of the original work he had ruined.

So why in god’s gracious earth did he wake up to Amity Park being in a hallmark movie.

Danny glared as the people milled about the center of town like they haven’t since the portal opening.

It was unnerving, the only thing really missing from the equation was some out of town love interest or something.

“Hey, excuse me.”

Tall and built with black hair and blue eyes.

Oh you got to be-

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Dick tried to make himself look more charming as the guy he approached turned around.

When he heard that the justice league were getting concerning calls about a town In Illinois, he saw an out from the Christmas gala.

Sure Dick enjoyed the season, but the fact that he has to spend a large amount of the winter season putting up a front as the perfect firstborn was not something he wanted to do unless he had to.

That being said, the town was a bit unnerving. He hadn’t seen anything supernatural per say but the constant cheer is something he had only ever seen on the silver screen of his home. He had tried to approach several different people only to be met with seasons greetings and promptly ignored when as they ran off to do whatever small towns do for the holidays.

This guy at least wasn’t plastering a smile on his face.

“Hey, excuse me I’m new in town and looking around, my name is-“

“Let me guess, Rupert or Orlando or some shit.”

“What?”

“Well it has to be pompous and annoying. It’s kind of a trend and shit last time I checked.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about man I just wanted to ask-“

The man snorted as he left, throwing over his shoulder with a large amount of snark,

“For a tour around town? A place to stay? A friendly face? Sorry man, man but I’m not interested. The town square is full, ask someone else I have a date with a caffeine addiction.”

Dick watched a bit stupefied as the guy weaves into the ground and out of his eyesight.

“Well he seemed charming.”

Dick raised his phone to the earpiece and sighed,

“Yeah well, he’s the first person who didn’t sound like they weren’t on a script so far. I didn’t even know that midwesterners took Christmas so seriously. How long until you reach town Jay?”

I’m reaching midtown just about now. It looks like Santa took a shit on every-“

There was a sudden squeal of tires as the line cut.

Oh no.

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Jason gasped as he tried to calm his breath glancing at the guy he almost hit on his bike.

Jesus Christ that was close.

“Shit man are you alright?”

“Peachy. Always liked pancakes and all that.”

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Danny felt a blush hit him as the behemoth of a guy let out a snort. It was embarrassing that he didn’t notice the guy until he almost became a smear, the dude was built like a tank and wearing a red helmet.

“I shouldn’t’ve taken that turn that quickly.. sometimes forget I’m not at home.”

“Oh yeah? Where’s home for you?”

“Gotham if you believe that.”

“Explains why you drive like you’re chased by death.”

“You have no idea..”

He took off his helmet with another snort and shake of the head. A white wisp in a sea of black shook out while mirthful blue eyes met his.

Crap..

“Name’s Jason. You are?”

“Nunya,”

The guy raised a brow mildly confused.

“Pardon?”

“Nunyabusinessbye!”

Danny took off before he was done with the sentence. He could feel eyes on his retreat for the second time today.

‘Jesus, smooth recovery Fenton.’

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Tim rubbed his eyes as he listened to his older brothers bicker over the coms.

He couldn’t understand the issue with the surveillance! All the cameras and mics are properly functioning but for some reason everything is corrupted and it’s driving Tim up a wall!

A break, Tim needed a break from this Airbnb and something caffeinated.

~~~~~~~~

‘Just ten minutes, ten minutes and he could get his drink, he could rant to his friends on the group chat afterwards and wait out the story. ‘

And with as much bravo as any tired young adult, he entered the shop.

Danny almost left the cafe as he heard another unfamiliar voice bellow out.

“What do you mean you don’t have coffee, it’s a coffee shop!”

Blue eyes, black hair, surprisingly smaller than the first two and eye bags that could rival Danny some nights.

Danny was done.

Fuck the treaty this was war.

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oceanselevenism · 3 years

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I've seen that most of the stories on ao3 about them are mostly canon-compliant (and I don't have anything against that tbh) but I was wondering if you have any aus that you think could fit them or that you'd like to see?

omg i have SO MANY aus!! (it got Very Long so its under a cut)

- college au! danny gets kicked out (hes on full scholarship and does Thiefly Things to cover his expenses so hes not endangered just fairly fucked up abt it) (does it count as kicked out if u only live w ur dad three months a year) in freshman year, he befriends rusty (1 year below him) in sophomore year, debbie also befriends rusty (she and danny dont talk much but shes 2 yrs below him at the same college), and when reuben comes calling for a job he thinks debbie has a boyfriend (thanks to debbie telling her dad that she does) so she fake dates rusty. who ends up joining the job. and danny is Very Jealous

- snl ripoff au! danny and rusty are the weekend-update-adjacent anchors and they get gay. i Would have this take place in la (reuben is taking A Risk producing a late night sketch comedy show on the west coast but the 11/12/however fuckin many are fantastic cast members so even though they lose revenue from the other timezones not watching as much as they watch snl or whatever, they still make BANK... but danny and rusty getting gay throws the equilibrium out of whack) BUT la sucks DICK so its happening in new york. also this way u get Ocean Sibling Banter (debbie and lou are the anchors for The Actual Weekend Update and when debbie/lou get together and also when danny/rusty get together there are so many ‘just switch out the blondes/brunettes nobody will be able to tell and we won’t have hr down our necks’ jokes)

- au where the caldwells, abt to go deep undercover on a Huge Fucking Case, have to give up custody of 6 year old linus to tess and danny. the case stretches on for twelve years and linus grows up w tess and danny (who get divorced like right after they adopt him bc tess finds out abt dannys Thiefly Activities-- he confesses to her bc he doesnt rly want to predispose the kid to said thiefly activities) and also isabel (she and rusty break up like Right Before tess and dannys wedding and its very funny; she then goes on to marry tess) parenting him (rusty isnt as much in the picture bc he doesnt feel bad at all abt stealing and tess doesnt want linus to pick up that mentality also rusty Feels Things abt danny)! then when linus is like 18 or 19 danny disappears (tess and isabel think its Thiefly Activities again and arent concerned, just disappointed, but linus is very concerned for his dad-slash-stepdad-slash-sort-of-uncle) and he tracks down rusty so they can find danny. they roadtrip across america and eventually catch up to danny, who is helping the caldwells, and the five of them take down whatever gang the caldwells were chasing. linus now has 6 parents

- au based on this post where some archaeologist finds a bunch of dannys [french person voice] Love Lettairs 2 rusty and so obviously the logical course of action is to rob the museum (which happens to be the museum that tess is curating. funny how things work out) without telling his team What Theyre Stealing. they successfully pull off the heist but turns out the letters were not among the items they stole!! danny is getting desperate. as a last-ditch attempt he calls tess and asks her to let them rob the museum. shes like Why The Fuck Would I Do That. he explains and she begrudgingly agrees. danny and livingston go break into the museum Again but rusty tails them bc dannys been acting Weird and he finds out abt the letters bc livingston sweats more whenever he tells a lie. they live happily ever after (literally, theyre immortal) the end. also even though dannys a werewolf the 11 all call him the new jersey devil (its not his fault that legend came to be ok!! he was very drunk!!)

- childhood friends au!! danny and rusty were best buds as very young kids and then the oceans had to move. flash forward 2 present day where danny and debbie r robbing a museum (theyre building a flower shop over the vault and tunneling in, the dudes in brazil who came up w it are very very clever) and guess which two people are the assistant curators (is that even a title?). guess. ill tell u its tess and rusty! danny recognizes rusty, rusty ‘does not recognize’ danny (which is valid. look at photos of child george clooney and tell me you would recognize him). the 11 demand that they use this to their advantage and so danny and rusty Sort Of Date while the rest set up for the robbery, and danny feels really bad abt it so on the day of (after everyone has gotten away, ofc, he might be a lovesick bitch but hes not a snitch) he confesses and rustys like lmao i was onto u from the start. what kind of a name is [insert alias here] anyway. then they go live a life of crime and its great

- @sanduschism came up w a fantastic au where danny pickpockets rusty and feels bad so he sends the wallet back and they strike up a Correspondence

- HOSPITAL AU!!! danny and rusty r er techs while theyre doing med school and nobody knows how they juggle their shifts w school but also rusty can do a tracheotomy in like 5 seconds and danny can tell when a person needs an mri before they even list their symptoms so nobody questions it and nobody splits them up Ever. when they eventually become surgeons, danny does cardio and rusty does neuro, and whenever they have to work together not only do they never have to say what theyre doing, they don't even have What Do U Want To Cook For Dinner convos fully out loud. tess is head nurse... she makes so many excel spreadsheets... they are ALL color coded. isabel is head er doc and nobody dares to halfass things on her watch. reuben is head hospital admin, saul is chief surgeon, basher is head of the burn unit, the malloys r the HUNKIEST nurses in town, frank does plastic surgery/ent (every patient loves him bc he is just So Calm), livingston is The IT Guy, yen does like orthopedics or physical therapy, and linus is their fav resident who they all lovingly tease 24/7. the ocean sibs r both Cardio Gods and each dominate their respective coasts. debbie is an nyc doctor and if she sees a mass gen doctor its on SIGHT. the few surgeries that she and danny collab on go so fast that the med students in the gallery Cannot tell whats happening. lou is also a plastic surgeon and she and frank r best buds. linus requests time off like 6 months in advance Every Time and everyone hates it bc then They have to be on call but he doesnt realize his Extreme Overachieverness is causing so much strife. whenever tess and danny get in an argument she colorcodes his rounds spreadsheet to be the most neon shit youve ever seen. can you tell i never fully progressed past my greys anatomy phase this one is like 93489302 lines long

- superpower au where rusty has midas touch and danny has corrosive touch and when theyre too young to have control over their powers (abilities develop throughout adolescence and the user gains control at the end of adolescence) they accidentally brush hands and are terrified they just killed each other but turns out their powers like. cancel out. so until they reach like 21 or 22 and can touch things without fucking them UP they just. hold hands all the time. bc otherwise they have to wear gloves to prevent Accidents and both of them “hate gloves” (and also love holding hands. gayasses)

- uhhh hallmark au where danny is a crime fiction writer out on some beach north of ocean city nj and rusty is his fancy nyc editor. everyone else is a thief including debbie who is just Very weirded out that her brother, who robbed boston’s institute of contemporary art at age 22 and got away with it, has decided to spend the rest of his life churning out books. he is very critically acclaimed and about half of the 11 are buds with him and use his published books as heist inspo. the other ~half of the 11 are buds with rusty, and they tell him if danny’s heists are feasible or not (they always are. scarily so.) anyway rusty and isabel break up 12 days before xmas and danny and tess break up 8 days before hanukkah so dannys heading to debbie’s place in upstate new york to mope for the holidays when A BLIZZARD HITS and he gets stranded in midtown. and he and rusty are buds but like. Email Buds. they dont hang out irl and therefore they dont let their Totally Bud-Like Feelings mess up their professional relationship. but danny is stranded and its hanukkah and he ends up crashing at rustys place for the duration of the blizzard. and then rusty ends up coming to debbies place for the rest of the holidays. and then they kiss on new years eve and debbie kicks them out bc theyre being gross

- And More! thanks for the ask, anon! sorry it got so long lol i just have Many Thoughts

#oceans 11 #oceans eleven #danny ocean #rusty ryan #danny x rusty #oceans 8 #oceans eight

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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What if Billy did l leave to Cali and moved in with his old friend, the guy who was kind of his boyfriend before Neil dragged him to Hawkins. After couple of years of him living there, they would go out to a bar with Billy’s old friends and him and the guy would kinda have this fwb thing going on. But then, Billy sees Steve. The guy he had a crush on before he decided he wasn’t good enough for him and left after a night where he had finally fucked Steve senseless —

Pt. 2. Billy would be shocked to see him and before he realizes, Steve’s already coming towards their table. He has came with one of Billy’s friends, Steve being that guys date. There would be some confusion and jealousy from both of them, but they would still end up fucking after the night. (lmao i’m sorry that this is long)

This is from forever ago, I’m sorry it took me a thousand years.

It doesn’t actually have smut, bc where I went with it, it just didn’t feel like it fit, I’m sorry about that.

“Billy, we haven’t gone out in like, a month.” Billy rolled his eyes.

“We went out last weekend, you little baby.” He pushed at Danny’s face. “Git outta here you monster, and maybe I’ll consider meeting you there.”

“Kyle is bringing that guy he’s been dating.”

“And?”

“I was talking to Andie, and she said he’s totally not Kyle’s type. Apparently he’s like, super femme.” Kyle was known for going for absolute macho douchebags. “So we’ll get to meet him, and totally make fun of Kyle for whatever he’s tryna do, changin’ everything up like this.”

Billy threw his head back, groaning at the ceiling.

“Fucking fine. But if he’s an asshole, like Kyle’s guys always fucking are, I’m leaving.”

They met the rest of the gang at the bar, pushing through the small crowd to reach the large table they had claimed. Billy greeted his friends, elbowing Kyle a few times and asking where his new honey is.

“He’s getting us drinks, lay off.” Kyle shoved Billy away, made him bark a laugh. he turned around, was going to head for the bar, but stopped in his fucking tracks.

Steve fucking Harrington was making his way towards him, a drink in each hand.

He hadn’t seen Steve since the night he left Hawkins four years ago.

They had been moving towards something for months, had finally fell into one another, having a night of the most tender sex Billy has ever had in his entire fucking life. Steve had looked at him with those big perfect eyes, and had told Billy he loved him.

Billy left when Steve fell asleep, packed up his car and didn’t stop driving until he reached the Pacific.

Steve spotted him, stopping in his tracks, glaring at Billy. He stomped forward, pushing a drink into Kyle’s hand.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Everyone turned to look at Steve when he spat that at Billy.

“Meeting my friends. Why are you here, Harrington?” Steve gestured lamely at Kyle.

“You two know each other?” Kyle looked at Billy with wide eyes.

“Yeah. Remember when I lived in that shitty hick town for two years? Steve is from there.” Steve looked livid. “Good for you for getting out, Pretty Boy.”

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that, right, Hargrove?” Everyone was watching with wide eyes as the two went back and forth, heads turning like they were watching a tennis match.

“What the fuck did I do?” Steve’s eyes seemed to crackle.

“You know what the fuck you did. You couldn’t’ve even bothered to say goodbye? Had to run away like that?”

“Wait, did you two fuck?” They both ignored Danny.

“I had to get out, Harrington. You don’t know shit about me.” Steve’s eyes narrowed. Billy admired the pretty eyeshadow on them.

“Max told me everything. I knew it all. You’re just a fucking coward that couldn’t take the fact you felt the same way.” Everybody had lost the conversation, couldn’t derive enough from the fight to figure out exactly what had happened between these two.

“I was saving you from yourself, Pretty Boy. I was always gonna leave. Better right away than let you get your hopes up.” Steve stamped his foot.

“My fucking hero.” He picked up one of the drinks he had brought, chugging it down before slamming the glass back onto the table, grabbing Kyle’s hand. “We’re dancing.” He turned to Billy. “Don’t fucking talk to me tonight.”

They disappeared back into the crowd. Billy made his way to the bar, downing two shots right after the other.

“You used to date him, or something?” Billy shook his head, not looking at Danny.

“Nah. I fucked him once and he told me he loved me. I packed up and left the next day.”

“Wait, you only fucked once and he said that?” Billy slammed another shot.

“We were friends, I guess. He had a thing for me, and I just wanted some ass.” That was a complete lie, but Danny didn’t need to know the sweet warmth that had settled in Billy’s gut when Steve said he loved him, how badly he wanted to say it back, how he had gotten scared and made the stupidest decision he had ever made.

“And then you left without saying goodbye?” Billy nodded. “That’s kinda fucked up.” Billy just stared at him.

“What?”

“You knew the guy was into you, and you just dicked him and ditched him without saying goodbye. That’s fucked, Billy.”

“I don’t need this from you. You do not understand what that fucking town was like for me.”

“No, I understand perfectly. You’re a bigger asshole than I thought.” Danny shook his head. Heading back to the table. Billy downed two more shots.

His head was fuzzy as he stumbled into the alleyway for some fresh air.

He tried a few times to light a cigarette when he heard a quiet sniffle.

He turned to see Steve leaning against a wall further down the alley.

“You okay?” Steve stiffened.

“What’s it matter to you?” Billy shrugged.

“If Kyle tried anything-”

“Oh, shut up. He dumped me because of you.” Billy took a few unbalanced steps towards him.

“‘Do you mean?”

“He asked about what happened, and I told him. How you led me on for over a year, how you would let me open up to you, let me cry and feel insecure and would tell me that I was enough the way I am, how you fucked me and ran away the next day, didn’t even bother to call or even write for four years.” Steve had silvery tears running down his cheeks now, illuminated by the streetlights. “How I waited for you, like a fucking idiot before letting myself move on.” He wiped his eyes. “God, I told myself I was done crying over you.”

“Steve, I didn’t mean to-”

“Doesn’t matter. You still did it.” Billy’s heart sank. Steve looked fucking broken in front of him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run like I did. Especially, especially because you’re right. I was scared of how much I felt for you. Scared that if I let myself love you, I would’ve stayed in Hawkins forever. Would’ve never gotten out from under my dad’s thumb.”

“Bill,” Billy’s heart fluttered at the way Steve’s voice sounded when he said his name like that, was immediately transported to late nights sitting in his car overlooking the quarry. “I would’ve left with you. I didn’t like it there, either. I would’ve left with you.”

“I was an idiot. Still am sometimes. But I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. You deserve a lot better than me.” Steve took a shaky breath.

“Y’know, it still sucks. After all these years of telling myself I hate you for what you did, standing here with you, I still-I mean I could never hate you.”

“You wanna come back to my place? Nothing implied, just to talk. Catch up.” Steve chewed on his bottom lip. His lipstick was a pretty deep red.

“Sure. We can, we can catch up.”

Billy led him the few blocks back to his two-bedroom he shares with Danny. He grabbed them each a beer while Steve studied the pictures tacked to the walls.

“Are you two together?” He pointed tot the picture, one of many, of Billy and Danny at the beach, arms around one another.

“Nah. We live together, and we fuck sometimes, but neither of us would be good in a relationship together.” Steve just nodded. “You date much?”

“Not back in Hawkins. I spent about a year there after you left. Robin graduated and moved out here, and I moved into a shitty apartment in Hawkins until she finished her first year and moved out of the dorms. I live with her now. She’s helped me embrace myself more.”

Billy remembers a night when he and Steve got drunk in Steve’s bedroom, how he’d found some dresses in Steve’s closet, the way he’d broken down and cried and said that he just liked to feel pretty, that sometimes he didn’t even feel like a boy.

Billy had held him all night. Bought him some makeup from the drugstore the next day. Probably shitty stuff, but Steve had looked at it like it was made of gold.

“I’m happy for you. I’m glad you get to be yourself here.” Steve sat down next to him on the ratty couch, leaving a solid two feet of space between them.

“You seem a lot happier out here. Like, you just seem lighter.”

“I am so much happier here.” Steve’s smile was tight, a little bitter. “I just mean, without my dad here, I’ve been going to therapy, and I have this support group for queer abuse survivors, and I’m just not angry all the fucking time like I used to be.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Billy had forgotten.

He’d forgotten that Steve had this lovely way of saying something simple and making it the best thing that’s Billy’s ever heard. Making billy realize he’d never heard that simple thing said to him before.

He didn’t even think.

Just leaned across the space and kissed Steve.

he pushed him away.

“Billy, I won’t let you do this again. It took me years to get over what you did. You can’t just kiss me and think it’s all okay.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.” Steve shook his head, went to get up off the couch. Billy grabbed his wrist. “You know, I wanted to say it back that night.”

“Don’t say that.” Steve’s voice was small.

“I did. I felt that same. But I got fucking scared. And I left and I shouldn’t have.”

“Yes, you should have. We just established that you’re doing better here!”

“But I could’ve held out a little longer, long enough that you could’ve come with me.” Steve finally turned to look at him.

“Billy, you did what you had to do. I forgave you a long time ago. When I first saw you tonight I was just, it made me remember the hurt.”

“I know I hurt you. And I’m so fucking sorry.” Steve blinked at him.

“You get one chance. One more chance. Do it for real. Take me out on a date. I want the whole nine. Pick me up, tell me I’m pretty, take me somewhere inexpensive but nice, hold my hand, kiss me on my doorstep, all of it.” Billy just nodded.

“I’ll do it. I’ll do anything. Whatever you want.”

Steve smiled at him, turning over his hand to hold Billy’s.

“Then pick me up tomorrow at six. Don’t be late.”

#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #i feel like im gonna throw up im just tryna write until all my problems go away honestly

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sodalitefully · 4 years

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1-30 hehehe

Anon you’re a ballsy motherfucker and I love you. BUT you didn’t choose a fic for 24-28, or a word for 29!

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for? Uh, probably Danny Phantom when I was like twelve 😂

Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them? Nope bc this is a small fandom and we don’t do many of those.

Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around? I usually start at the start and then when I get stuck I’ll just skip that part, keep going, and come back to it later. If I have an idea and I’m afraid I’ll forget it, I might also skip ahead and write it.

Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline? I love outlining more that actually writing lmao, the longer the fic the more I outline. I usually stick to it pretty closely, which isn’t aways good for my writing...

What is the perfect environment for you to write in? Quiet and private. Other than that I haven’t figured out the tricks to getting myself to focus :(

If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day? Occasionally when I’m really inspired I’ll write like 1000, but more often I just write a paragraph or two.

Which part of writing do you struggle with most? Too many ideas, too little actual writing capacity. It’s hard to focus on finishing fics bc I get too distracted by my other ideas, and I rarely write sequels bc there’s so much I haven’t gotten to share yet.

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately. Nope, can’t write with music, I get too distracted.

Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic? AUs!!!

Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most? Probably dialogue? Exposition is great bc I get to explain the AU, but It’s not good for the flow of the fic. Dialogue can be really satisfying to write when you get in a groove with it.

If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be? Fluff!

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to? Oh god so many. I have notes on tons of tropes I’d like to write... I’d like to do a college AU (and I meant to do it while I was actually in college but oops). I posted a soulmate AU once but I’d like to do another. Oh and I have lots of ideas for crossover AUs and I’m still deciding how to handle those.

Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth? Honestly probably not. I’m not huge on character death, genderbends, or reader inserts, for example, but I have ideas for fics involving all of those.

If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick? No one from gnr that’s for sure, that’d be a disaster. How about... Percy Jackson and idk Wonder Woman?

A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be? Hmm out of the fics that I’ve posted... maybe Sumthin’ for Nuthin’ actually? I abandoned that poor fic but I still really like the plot. And there’s plenty of longer, more plot-heavy fics I have outlined that would be cool to see as films. In general I often imagine concepts visually instead of with words.

What is your most underrated fic? Saving Grace didn’t get a lot of notes and I get why – it’s kinda niche and there’s no actual romance. But I think it’s well-written and I’m proud of it.

What fic are you most proud of? Maybe the whole cat!slash universe? I don’t think it’s my best writing per se, but I’m still really attached to the concept and it was a pleasant surprise that other people seemed to like it too.

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene. I’ve always been partial to the paragraph in Sweetness that ends with “Their coffee has long gone cold (and so has Duff’s spine - snakes give him the heebie-jeebies), but Slash’s enthusiasm is sweeter than the Duff’s half-eaten bowl of melted ice cream, and Duff is eating it up with a spoon.” Just... the coffee is cold and so is Duff’s spine, Slash is sweet and so is the ice cream, and using “eating it up with a spoon” idiomatically while it’s also thematically relevant to a sentence about dessert... I really like to layer meaning when I can.

Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why? Slash tends to be the center in most of my writing, but actually I think it’s easier to write from Duff’s pov. Maybe bc when I’m writing sluff I can just channel my crush on Slash through Duff lmao. Interesting tho bc when it comes to the real people, I find Slash much more relatable than Duff or the others.

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written? Hah maybe Slash in the funeral home AU, it’s a duzzy ficlet so he’s just a side character but I got a kick out of writing his and Steven’s background antics.

What is the one fic that got away? Well, I really wish I’d finished Sumthin’ for Nuthin’ before I kinda lost interest in Motley Crue, that fic was gonna get more dramatic from there. Would it be worth it to just post the outline? Plus there’s a few potential longfic ideas that I’ve put a lot of love into, but I doubt they’ll ever be posted or completed considering the way I can’t seem to focus on one idea long enough to write more than a one-shot :( But hey I guess you never know.

Have you cried while writing a fic? Nope. I do have some angsty ideas though, hopefully they’ll surface someday.

If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it? Someday I’d like to rewrite the cat!Slash fic from the beginning, make it a real multichap or at least a proper series of vignettes. Id also be interesting in a darker version of that AU, since there’s definitely potential for that in the concept. But I’m pretty attached to the fluffy little universe I made, so I’d probably prefer to explore those darker themes in a different (but maybe similar) universe – I have a few ideas.

How did you come up with title for [x fic]? Most of my fics have self-explanatory titles or none at all, the only one I have much to say about is Saving Grace. Duff needed a miracle to get out of his situation, Slash was his saving grace. But also, Grace is the name of Duff’s oldest daughter, and Duff’s motive in the story is trying to “save” her. Despite the double meaning in the title, I avoided referring to the child by name or as Duff’s “daughter”/explaining how they ended up together. I wanted to maintain some of the mystery of the apocalyptic genre: characters with mysterious origins, found families, aliases, etc. That’s definitely one of the ways that Mad Max and DOOM influenced this fic. (Oh, also Serpentine is a dick joke via a wttj reference: “My serpentine.” That’s it tho, the rest are pretty straightforward.)

Which idea came to you first in [x fic]? Feel free to send a fic for any/all of the next few questions! Generally speaking, my ideas are character driven, I want to portray a character or relationship a certain way and I build a world that allows me to do that.

Which part of [x fic] was the hardest to write? Always the end.

If you were ever to do a sequel to [x fic], what do you think might happen in it? Whichever fic you have in mind, there’s a very high chance I have ideas.

In [x fic], what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about [pairing]? Same as above!

Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic. – Send me a word anon!

Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future. Ok, so I have three main longfic ideas, but the easiest one to explain is an AU set in a version of the 1980s where ancient greek deities exist, Axl’s life is parallel to that of Perseus, and Slash is cursed like Medusa. Lots of drama, lots of influence from greek theater, untrustworthy gods, unrequited feelings, dramatic irony... fuck I hope I write it someday.

Alright mad respect for anyone who got through all that! Thanks for the ask, and feel free specify a fic for those last few questions if you wanna

#reply #sodafics

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i've been super curious because i am still v green when it comes to nsp & twrp lore/havent listened to every song but where does the name 'Around' come from? i probably just missed it but dfghgf

bfhfjdkfjjdf okay so you didn't miss anything bc there's nothing about Around in nsp/twrp lore that is artie specific kinnie lore

so not too long after heart boner came out (i confirmed the princess/named her rose like. that day.) i wrote a oneshot about danny and rose meeting for the first time. in conversation she asks him where he's from and he goes "uhhhh yknow. around." and rose is like. from a kingdom a good couple centuries in the past, so she's not used to people saying "around" as just a way of meaning "multiple places" so she assumes his kingdom just has a weird general name. rose is kind of your stereotypical yearning to be free disney princess (shh i play with tropes) so she asks him what his kingdom is like because she's dying to go Anywhere that isn't confined behind her castle gates.

danny starts bullshitting but accidentally ends up with something kinda profound.

after writing that part i named the oneshot "a kingdom called around", and i was more proud of it than most things i write. after sitting on it for a while, i decided i needed to write more, i could write the whole story about how danny and rose met and fell in love and ended up together.

i'm convinced that they are canon/endgame (and nsp videos come out in nonchronological order fjfjfkfj) bc when the heart boner video came out and dan and brian made the announcement video for it, brian mentioned that there was a first for danny in the video (he means actually kissing the girl, but i genuinely believe it's also bc he sings a somewhat sexual song about nonsexual feelings) and he added, "remember. all of this is canon." i have never forgotten mr. wecht. also this is how dan described the meaning of the song.

he confirms that heart boner isn't just an act to guarantee sex. it's danny sexbang having genuine feelings for someone, which, the last time that happened, he literally said "FUCK THAT SHIT LET'S BAIL!!!! I'M GONNA PUT MY DICK IN LITERALLY EVERYONE FUCK COMMITMENT FUCK EMOTIONAL GROWTH" but this time he feels strongly enough to actually express those feelings. he still can't not mention boners, plugging, plowing, wieners, and other sexual stuff, but that's basically his scope. but he's changing to meaning to be about actual romantic feelings he has for the princess. also, in release the kraken, he's literally king of a kingdom that just about fits the kingdom seen in heart boner. i'd say connect the dots but don't worry i already did it for you.

ANYWAY that was a big tangent on why i believe they're canon/endgame. BUT YEAH BASICALLY i've always latched onto "around is whatever you want it to be." and after meeting danny, ninja brian, and twrp, eventually marrying danny, eventually eventually marrying sung, and living in her castle with everyone (and part time in dan and brian's time and part time in space w the starlight brigade, can we please commend this woman on this crazy balancing act), for rose, around is a place filled with love. because that's what a kingdom called around is about (or at least it will be when i write it all gjfjfj): love. danny has to come to terms with actually being in real love with someone and Wanting to be in love with them. brian has to silently come to terms with danny caring deeply for someone else without killing them (because that's love!). vera (who i haven't mentioned at all in this but basically she's rose's protective best friend) similarly has to let rose fall in love and go through everything that comes with it. twrp doesn't really learn anything, they already know about love. but they help reinforce what danny learns! (but of course outside of the story i'm writing, sung and rose love each other and rose loves havve/meouch/phobos like family)

there's gonna be a running gag in a kingdom called around that the name of rose's kingdom is always interrupted or censored or a person fails to even attempt to pronounce it. spoilers but it's title, at the end when danny and rose are married and danny becomes king, they rename the kingdom to around, with a goal of making around an ideal place for their people. because around is whatever you want it to be!!!!

that was way too long but uhh i love my story that i've barely written. tldr around is the name of where i lived in my canon and it brings me great comfort bc i associate it with being surrounded by love happiness and freedom. all that gay shit.

#answered asks #musashi #akca #gonna make a tag

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teaganpls · 5 years

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sms: teagan taylor

@augustuswill.

Augustus: We might grew up on the different side of the world but we're still both just normal person like any other person. And yes, it was quite an experience having to be independent on a very young age. Haha I would definitely convince you to finish school! First time to hear that you want more polite people rather than rude. Augustus: That stung me a bit, I find myself normal and boring! So I guess you wouldn't want to hang around with me. :)) I hope I get to meet Tierney too! Augustus: Nice! Maybe you could make her drunk and let her dance weirdly on the middle of the street, video and post it online! A promo stunt before your new music release party! That was a joke, by the way! Don't make her drink! Augustus: Can you remind me of what's the asshole name is? I think I got to use calling him as a dick, asshole, that I forgot his real name. So you get my point why I'm furious of that guy huh? I'll tell her that. Alex had been so nice to everyone and doesn't deserve to be treated like that by your friend. Augustus: I can handle another more. Work and taking care of my sister is not so handful anymore. So, try me. Augustus: I am. I will sure will! Should I bring some coffee over?

Teag: That is definitely true. People are people, and we should all respect each other regardless of background. I get that. My siblings and I had to be independent at a young age, too. It was different circumstances. My mother was... kind of a trainwreck honestly, and didn't look after us (to say the least. It was a pretty abusive situation) so we had to learn really young to provide for ourselves. I would like to once I figure out what to go for. I'm a musician and I love making music with my whole heart and soul, but I just can't see myself going on a tour again and being away from my daughter for so long when most headlining tours could last anywhere from 6 months to a year. I respect people who are full-time musicians and have families because that balance is just crazy. Not to mention all the temptations on the road. It just isn't a good lifestyle for me. Which is basically my long ass way of saying I'm gonna need a new career which is why I opened the shop with my sister. I'd probably go back for Business that way if Tierney ever wants to tour (she has a business degree), she can knowing that I have everything under control.

Teag: Wait... people seriously want others to be rude to them? Wtf.

Teag: Aw I'm sorry!! Please don't take offense, my new buddy. If it makes ya feel any better, I need more normal and boring in my life. If you're close with Presley then I'd definitely say you're bound to meet Tierney soon. I'm biased bc she's my twin buuuuut she's pretty amazing

Teag: Hahaha don't worry, I won't. I actually just finished rehab myself 2 days ago... so drinking wouldn't be good for either one of us 🙊

Teag: Before I tell you, I just want to be clear right from the beginning that I don't want to be in the middle of any drama. I have enough going on in my life at the moment and as much as I understand why you're upset because cheating is a huge no-no, I don't want to be in the middle. I hope you can understand and respect that. No offense at all meant I just needed to say that sooner rather than later.

Teag: Wow, we're gonna be good friends already if you're offering to bring me coffee AND listen to my problems. it's a super long story.

Teag: TL;DR i’m a “bitch” and outcasted too. so if alexis wants someone who can sort of understand, please send her my way. i need all the friends i can get lmao.

Teag: as i mentioned above, my mother (or as i like to call her, she who must not be named) was abusive. she had a lot of boyfriends throughout my childhood and they were all abusive as well. physically, sexually, verbally, mentally... you name it, it was there. she who must not be named was also heavily addicted to drugs and alcohol. So I grew up seeing that behavior... and started drinking when I was really young. I did drugs for the first time when I was 14. I loved it immediately and it was the perfect way to escape all of the torment that was going on at my house. at the same time, i had a childhood best friend dj who i met when i was five. he knew all about the abuse and his family opened their doors to me and my siblings. his parents were like the parents i always wanted but never had. i mention this because it comes up later dsjndjnfsdhbfdshsdj this is seriously such a long story I’m so sorry in advance

Teag: so i turn 18 and as i mentioned, i didn’t go to college. frankly i always thought i’d be dead in a ditch so i never like... planned a future for myself? the only thing i was good at was music so i followed that to los angeles. to make a long story as short as possible --- went to rehab, fell back into drugs, found out i was pregnant and went to rehab again to get sober for real. i was doing really really well up until about a month ago. everything in my life went to absolute hell all at once. i found out who my daughter’s father was and it was one of the friends from la, and at first things were perfect and i was really relieved (still am, don’t get me wrong) that her father was a close friend instead of a random hookup while high. but things with dj got really rocky out of jealousy it was a whole mess and as things were getting rocky with him, danny was really there for me buying me flowers and supporting me and it was just. a confusing mess. so dj breaks up with me after him and danny fight on the booze cruise (sure alex told ya all about that booze cruise) and then i found out from my best friend that she also had a confusing thing with baby daddy and there was another girl involved too.

Teag: god i swear i’m trying to make this as short as possible, i’m sorry, just so much fucking shit has happened and i haven’t talked about my side much bc i don’t want people in the middle. so i got into a huge fight with danny because i felt really blindsided and hurt by all of this, where i said shit i shouldn’t have said. i told him he needed to grow up and be the father our daughter deserved. i regret that, i do, i know he loves blake and would do anything for her but in the heat of the moment, i was just so hurt. he said some pretty nasty shit back that isn’t worth repeating bc i’m trying to not dwell on them. and then i found out that dj’s mom, lisa, who was like the mom i never had died and i just.... fucking lost it. i had a complete break down and relapsed. THIS LONG ASS STORY IS ALMOST OVER FUCK. so i did 2 weeks of inpatient rehab back home in dallas and then came back home and finished my rehab as outpatient to be back with blake, my daughter. the last thing danny said to me was never to contact him again so... naturally, i didn’t contact him when i came back because i was focusing on staying sober. god okay i feel so bad about how long this is getting, the short of it is danny and i have been fighting pretty much ever since i got home, even when i avoided him specifically to avoid fighting. i only see blake on weekends, everything is tense with my former friends bc of things that should’ve stayed between danny and i but didn’t, on top of all this i’m trying desperately to stay sober and still grieving. okay, that’s it.

#changed to a text post bc of length!#( text on read || texts. )#augustus #this got so damn fucking long i am so sorry #bad parenting tw #abuse tw #drug addiction tw #alcoholism tw #death tw

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jessethejoyful · 6 years

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another bit

Hey look another chapter! This time we focus on miss Agatha and her history with Simon and Penny bc I love them

Ao3 link cause I'm on my phone - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15488646/chapters/36482463

word count: 2027

AGATHA

My parents didn’t explain anything to me until the day Simon came to stay.

We were in Grade Four together, but he’d completely disappeared from class for a whole week. Teacher hadn’t said much about his sudden absence (“Simon will not be with us for a little while; he’ll be back soon.”), so I just sort of… accepted it. So did everyone else, for the most part.

Some of the other kids liked to make fun of Simon, because we were ten years old and he could barely speak in full sentences. The most common nasty rumor was that the school had finally realized Simon was too stupid to be there and kicked him out.

I smacked one of the girls who said that.

But one afternoon, a week later, my mother came to talk to me as I was getting home from school. Helen, my nanny, had gone to make me a snack while I changed out of my uniform, and Mum came into my room and sat on my bed.

“Come sit, darling,” she had said, patting the spot beside her on my sheets. “I want to talk to you about something.” I did as she told me, hopping up beside her and leaning my head against her shoulder.

She took my hand. “You know your friend Simon, from school?”

I frowned up at her. “Yeah. I miss him, when is he coming back? Do you know?”

There was a pause, before my mother said, “Well, I do, actually. We’ve been going through some paperwork with his social worker… and he’s going to be staying with us.”

I remember I didn’t understand. “Until he can go home?”

My mother sighed. “Simon doesn’t really… have a home anymore. I don’t know how much he’s told you, Agatha, but his mother died when he was born. And now his father…” She rubbed her face, looking perturbed. “He went a bit mad and tried to hurt Simon. So the system took Simon away from his father, to keep him safe. Does that make sense?” I nodded, but I still wasn’t sure about the situation. “So Simon is going to be living here with us, now. He’ll be apart of our family. Like a brother.”

This was where it clicked. I still didn’t know how to react, though, so I just nodded again. She smoothed my blonde hair back from my face and smiled sadly. “Don’t worry too much, darling. Just think of it like an extended play date. Having siblings is wonderful, you’ll see.” Another nod, and my mother kissed my forehead. “Go ahead and change. Simon will be here this evening.” She got up and left, closing the door softly behind her.

While I changed, my mind was whirling. I was too young to really understand, I think. It took me several years to uncover the full truth of it; that David had tried to kill Simon, and had been abusing him for years before that. Simon didn’t tell me until a few years after he started living with us, which was fully understandable. That was also the reason Simon had always been so quiet at school; he’d grown afraid of speaking, because his father would hit him if he mumbled or muttered, so he chose not to speak at all.

At the beginning, having Simon living with us was difficult. He was like an injured cat, prone to lashing out, but also keeping to himself a lot. I remember keeping my own distance for a long time, talking to him when we were with my parents but starting to avoid him anywhere else, and especially at school. It had gotten out to the other kids what had happened with his father - though not the full brunt of it - and they used that against him too. While before I had been quick to defend him, by that point I was afraid of being made fun of too.

So I left him to his own devices.

As it turned out, his own devices were punching anyone who tried to pick on him. Before we moved to Grade Five, he got into six different fights. And he never won; the kids would team up on him, because they knew he’d throw the first punch, three or four against one, and then claim it was self-defense after they’d kicked the shit out of him. He was small back then, skinny and knobbly, and he never had the upper hand.

At home, when my parents would gently scold him for the fighting, he would just sit and stare. He was so despondent around us. I don’t think he really knew what to do with himself. He was so sad, and afraid, and he knew that my parents had taken him in, but he couldn’t contain the mess that was going on inside of him.

It wasn’t until we got to Grade Six that I was ready to make amends. The guilt had been gnawing at me for two years, shame over abandoning my friend when he needed me most, but I had just been a kid too. Simon reminds me of that now and then, when the guilt rises up again.

We were a few weeks into term, and the fighting had been getting worse - my parents were at their wits’ ends on what to do with him, coming home with a broken nose every other week. He’d tried to bite the court-recommended counselor they sent him to, so that quickly stopped. But I saw him, one afternoon after class, cornered in the courtyard by a few bullies.

I could recognize by then how he looked before he was going to swing: shoulders hunched forward, fists clenched, chin drawn in to his chest. He’d grown half a foot over the summer, his torso had gained mass, and I knew this fight would be different. He might win, for once, but he’d be in far worse trouble.

I’d just started across the lot when one of the other kids actually threw the first punch. It was one of the bigger boys, a tosser named Danny, and I guess he figured he had the advantage with his two cronies there, but they were both weedy and small, like rats. So I raced over, screaming and shoving myself between Danny and Simon, who both stopped swinging when they noticed me.

“Oi, Agatha, what’re you defendin’ him for?” Danny snarled, taking a step back. “Simple Simon’s just gettin’ what he needs.”

“Eat a bag of dicks, Danny,” I spat back, using a phrase I’d heard an older kid say at the store a few weeks previously, even though I hadn’t really known what it meant. I jutted out my chin, daring him to hit a girl, and he seemed to actually debate it before falling back, hissing.

“Not worth it,” he growled, turning. “Guess freaks stick together.” He and his mates slumped off, while I turned to Simon, who’d gone quiet. He was looking at me like I was some sort of aberration, eyes wide. He was bleeding freely from his nose, and there was a cut on his cheek, unbidden tears streaming through the blood and mixing together. I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket and stepped up to him, dabbing at his face when he didn’t shy away.

“Why did you help me?” he asked in his muted voice. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

I answered simply. “You’re my brother.”

From then on, things with Simon improved dramatically. We stuck together like glue, and the fighting stopped altogether. He was incredibly protective of me, and the others weren’t as willing as Danny to hit first. They’d still lob insults at both of us, spitting rude comments at us in the halls and on the grounds, but their words didn’t touch us when we had one another.

I started going to therapy sessions with Simon, with a nice lady named Dr. Ebb who had stuffed goats shoved in every nook and cranny of her office, and who always gave us biscuits. Simon didn’t say much to her at first, but with some urging from me, he slowly started to open up. And once he started talking, it was like he couldn’t stop. Things continued to improve.

When we got to our upper years, my parents sent us to a good boarding school together. This was where we met Penny, who wound up being my roommate, which was a real experience. She was brusque and unexpected, pointedly asking all sorts of insensitive questions that for some reason didn’t bother us, but endeared Simon and I to her instead. Because she wasn’t being mean; she was genuinely curious about us and our admittedly odd relationship (She asked if Simon and I were dating, which I took to mean that she had a crush on Simon - but then she asked me out, and I gently declined, and nothing changed between us. She was the first person I told that I was asexual).

The three of us became inseparable. Penny and I had a kind of unspoken agreement between us to take care of Simon, who was prone to falling apart at random times. The fighting did stop for a long time, but there was a point during our eleventh year that he cracked a bit.

While Simon had fixed a lot of his speaking problems, and was more or less normal, a person doesn't go through trauma like he did without some lingering wounds. Small, invisible ones. Like a wicked stammer when he was nervous, or when he came across a dead bird and went into fits. There was a group of boys that took notice, and took stock, and went out of their ways to set Simon off because they thought it was amusing.

The summer before that year, he’d had another growth spurt, rounding off at just over six feet and getting even broader in the shoulders - so when the boys came after him, even four on one, he ended up on top. Victorious, nose broken, cut by a switchblade, and covered in bruises, and booted into detention for several weeks. He started doing Skype sessions with Ebb. He grew quiet again.

Penny and I stuck by him through it all - me quietly supportive, Penny loud and angry about the boys getting away with just detentions, not even as long a sentence as Simon, because he'd won. She wanted to pummel them herself, but Simon and I both talked her out of that.

One of the best things about our school, though, was the programs it offered. It was a fairly prestigious school, so it had a lot of variety and specialization in its courses of study. Simon was able to explore his interest in art, and he found a lot of peace in drawing and eventually animating. And it was clear to everyone that he had a real talent for it, so my parents gave him everything he needed to pursue it, all through high school and into uni. Penny joined him, though she followed sculpting instead of drawing, and our room always smelled like clay.

Meanwhile, I was a little sad to watch them go off to classes without me. I'd tried drawing, but it became quickly obvious I had no clue what I was doing. Which was fine, I only really tried because I wanted to be with Simon and Penny. So instead, I followed my passion for science into the biology courses, and saw less of them during our junior and senior years. But they always made the effort to include me outside of class, and we spent a lot of time in mine and Penny’s room, them sketching and creating while I made flash cards and studied very hard.

I was ecstatic when we found that the university we all wanted to attend had a good veterinary program and art program. I didn't want to admit it, but I was terrified of going off completely alone to school, though I did end up getting my own apartment while they split one. I got a dog. Everything fell into place.

#carry on #simon snow #agatha wellbelove #penny bunce #rainbow rowell #baz pitch #art school au #writing #my writing #fanfiction #carry on fanfiction #snowbaz #for attention sorry yall #tw: abuse mention

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gokinjeespot · 6 years

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off the rack #1129

Monday, September 24, 2018

Hello all you off the rackers. How's it going eh? I've been away the last couple of weeks on a trip out west. We landed in Victoria, BC on September 6 and did a road trip visiting Duncan, Comox and Tofino. Had a wonderful reunion with my childhood friend from the Glebe in Comox who I haven't seen in nearly 25 years. Time in Tofino was spent walking the beaches and enjoying all sorts of culinary delights. If you've never been to Vancouver Island you should go just for the drive through the mountains. We could see a glacier from the air B&B in Tofino that we stayed in. Penny and I spent an extra couple of days in Vancouver before returning to Ottawa where we had a lovely dinner with some Comicshop alumni from the 1980s. Thanks to Brent, Colleen, Keith, Louise and Scooter for showing up and catching up.

A tornado touched down in our area on Friday, September 21. The power at the house went out at 7 PM and we didn't get it back until 11 AM on Saturday. No damage in our neighbourhood but others were heavily damaged. Our new fence held up excellently, thanks to Keith Astley. We were very lucky to only be inconvenienced a little. I feel for the folks who lost their houses and businesses. I had to drive around on the weekend and was glad to see most people being patient and courteous at the intersections where the traffic lights were not working. I did see a few anal pores who thought that the rules didn't apply to them and made other drivers hesitate and thus slow the whole process down even more.

This may very well be the last off the rack that I write. Comet Comics is closing down it's current location and moving its subscription service to a used book store up the street. I will be out of a job and will not be able to borrow comic books to read anymore. Thanks to Brent at The Comicshop in Vancouver, I found out that I started to write for the newsletter back in 1986 with an editorial and then writing the Newswatch section. My first off the rack was in 1994 and I have been doing it weekly since then with only a few breaks. I love sharing my thoughts about the comics that I read but it sometimes feels like I'm doing an unpaid job too. Thanks to Ron Van Leeuwen at The Silver Snail and Heather MacDonald at Comet Comics for allowing me to enjoy my comic book hobby gratis. I wish you all the best. Thanks to the folks that read my musings and the comments you've shared with me. You guys take care, okay?

Cover #1 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) David Mack (art) Zu Orzu (colours) Carlos M. Mangual (letters). Things start off at a comic con where we meet Max Field, comic book artist. It looked to me that this was going to be about comic book covers like the reprints in the back of the book of the ones David Mack has done, but then we meet a super fan of Max's with very deep pockets. Her name is Julia. The story gets a lot more interesting when Julia shows up at a con in London, England and tells Max what her job is. David Mack's art is very distinctive but I didn't guess that this was drawn by him until I got to some painted panels later. This is an intriguing new book and I would put it on my "must read" list.

The Immortal Hulk #6/LGY #723 - Al Ewing (writer) Lee Garbett (art) Paul Mounts (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I am very impressed with the writing. It's sophisticated and thought provoking. The new military organisation set up to handle the Hulk is creepy and eerie. This issue sets up a big fight between the Hulk and the Avengers so it looks like next issue will be a smashing good time.

The Dreaming #1 - Simon Spurrier (writer) Bilquis Evely (art) Mat Lopes (colours) Simon Bowland (letters). The Sandman is AWOL, the Dreaming is crumbling and its denizens don't know what to do. Lucien the librarian is in charge but he seems overwhelmed by the chaos around him. Meanwhile, new character Dora is hopping about between dreams and we get a glimpse of her true self. There is so much that is intriguing about this new Vertigo series based on Neil Gaiman's creations that I think Sandman fans will be pleased.

Return of Wolverine #1 - Charles Soule (writer) Steve McNiven (pencils) Jay Leisten (inks) Laura Martin (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). I consider myself to be a pretty good artist spotter. I can flip open a comic book and tell you who drew it but this time I was fooled and thought that Barry Windsor-Smith did the art for this issue. I still enjoyed the visual feast featuring Logan's return to the racks. Some fans might not be satisfied with no real explanation of how Logan came back to life and starts fighting the bad guys but I just accepted that he's here and has a mission to save the world. His foes are formidable and he starts off wearing the old familiar yellow and blue costume but changes by the last page to a more contemporary one. As much as I liked this getting a running start I do hope they tell us how Wolverine gets resurrected down the line.

The Immortal Hulk #5/LGY #722 - Al Ewing (writer) Joe Bennett (pencils) Ruy Jose (inks) Paul Mounts (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I had a feeling I was missing something when I was reading #6 yesterday. This book is hitting the racks every two weeks and I didn't get a chance to read this issue before leaving on my trip to Vancouver Island two weeks ago. I'm glad I did because it explains the mysterious reflection that Bruce sees in the mirror in #6. I thought it was Major Talbot or the Leader with a normal sized head but it's not. Here we have the Hulk fighting Sasquatch and saving Walter Langkowski from himself. This issue also emphasises the fact that this new Hulk isn't just a mindless monster. I really like that this Hulk can have a regular conversation.

Adventures of the Super Sons #2 - Peter J. Tomasi (writer) Carlo Barberi (pencils) Art Thibert (inks) Protobunker (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). How are a green Kryptonite weakened Superboy and a bound Robin going to defeat the Gang of young super villains? They get help, that's how. The last page made me smile because it uses a classic twist from the days of "The Death of Superman". This is a fun book.

Avengers #7/LGY #697 - Jason Aaron (writer) Sara Pichelli (pencils) Sara Pichelli & Elisabetta D'Amico (inks) Justin Ponsor (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). It's the origin story of the very first Ghost Rider plus a super villain that Wolverine fans will recognise. This issue is a nice segue to…

Avengers #8/LGY #698 - Jason Aaron (writer) David Marquez (art) Justin Ponsor (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). The current Ghost Rider, Roberto Reyes, arrives at the new Avengers headquarters and is officially made a member. The new HQ at the North Pole is very cool and pure comic book plausible. After a quick tour the team gets a global alert that Roxxon is up to no good and the battle cry is uttered. It's off to the southern seas and a confrontation with an old ally. Imperius Rex!

Batman #54 - Tom King (writer) Matt Wagner (art) Tomeu Morey (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). Dick Grayson sticks around after Batman and Catwoman's break up to help Bruce get through it. It's a good excuse to remind us of their partnership. I loved how Dick's humour contrasted with Bruce's dour demeanour. Matt's art was a bonus for me.

Batman #55 - Tom King (writer) Tony S. Daniel (pencils) Tony S. Daniel & Danny Miki (inks) Tomeu Morey (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). The Dynamic Duo continues to keep Gotham City safe while a one-armed stranger arrives to go about an unknown mission. That mission is revealed in the shocking last page. This incident may just top the Killing Joke.

Pearl #2 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Michael Gaydos (art & colours) Josh Reed (letters). When the first caption of the first page reads "years ago" you know it's origin story time. This story about a Yakuza tattoo artist/assassin is very different from Brian Michael Bendis's super hero stuff for DC. His work on Superman doesn't engage me like this book, Cover, and Scarlet do. I think it's because he's got to write the Man of Steel to appeal to younger readers too. Maybe I've outgrown Superman.

West Coast Avengers #2/LGY #104 - Kelly Thompson (writer) Stefano Caselli (art) Triona Farrell (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). This is a little more sophisticated than the Adventures of the Super Sons but it's still a lot of fun. I especially like Stefano Caselli's facial expressions. The B.R.O.D.O.K. AKA Bio-Robotic Organism Designed Overwhelmingly for Kissing is an upgrade from the super villain M.O.D.O.K. AKA Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing, but he's still not nice.

Thor #5/LGY #711 - Jason Aaron (writer) Christian Ward (art & colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). We take a break from the present and travel to the far flung future to see if Old Thor can save the universe from dying. He meets an old friend who turns out to be not so friendly. The amalgam of Wolverine and the Phoenix Force is cool but wait until you see the huge mash up on the last page as the villain is revealed. This guy makes Thanos look like Forbush Man.

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ofdanny · 6 years

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mmmk so hi !! i’m taylor, i go by she/her pronouns, and i am very very excited to be here. my two muses are danny and todd and i’m not very good at these posts ?? and i also kind of don’t like them so lets just dive right into this, yay !!

HELLO my name is ( DANIEL HARTLEY ). people often mistake me for ( DYLAN O'BRIEN ). i find this very silly but people also tell me i’m ( EASY-GOING ) and ( APATHETIC ). i am born in ( MEDFORD, OREGON ) but i now live in ( SEATTLE, WASHINGTON ). if there’s one song that describes me the most it’d have to be ( WEEKEND by MAC MILLER ). — ( taylor, 19, est, she/her )

to say the least daniel was a surprise to his parents. they had no desire to have kids, but the only plus to him was that he just so happened to be a bouncing baby boy, and his father saw an opportunity to keep the company alive. as a child the only parental guidance he ever received was from his caregiver and homeschool teacher, ana— walking, potty training, puberty, his first kiss… ana was there for him through all of it.

his parents never gave him much attention outside considering they were too busy living their best lives as one of the most well-loved power couples. of course, it hurt him but ana eased the pain. the only time he received any actual attention from his mother was when his father would be working late and little four-year-old danny would walk into his parents room to find his mom. she’d let him brush her long, dark hair, or sing to him when she was in an exceptionally good mood some nights, or listen to him play the piano ( which he was learning at the time ) — those few evenings are engraved in his mind, his love for his mother growing with every short-ended second he spent with her.

when daniel was thirteen his father told him that he was the heir of the greatest company of all time. to a normal, tween kid this would have sounded like a dream. but daniel loathed even the thought of it.when he was sixteen when his mom left him and his dad without any warning, and the reason for her leaving…? danny has no clue. he wasn’t very involved with his parents when he grew past the age of eight. ana was all he needed to an extent.

due to his mothers disappearance his father kind of went off the deep end— anger issues, drinking, sleeping with other women. the communications technologies company that his father owned held it’s own for the time being until his father got back on his feet. that’s also when they up and officially settled in new york rather than switching between oregon and new york. all of this would have left danny unphased until his father fired ana out of spite, merely because he saw daniel was fine while he was drowning in sorrow. that’s when things started to go south for hartley.

he had started to resent his father, his mother, and this posh lifestyle. he started to fight with people in public places, affecting his fathers reputation. he blew off every other new teacher that came in to teach him ( even though, eventually, he finally let up and is learning about business— his fathers wishes, of course. ), and he practically formed an unhealthy habit of spiraling, using booze and alcohol to help drink himself into incoherence. the only thing that helps clear his head is when he plays the piano, and he plays it well considering he mastered it at a young age.

nowadays, his father has him attend meetings and consistently tries to convince him to embrace the wealth and the power he may gain one day, but the discussion always ends in one of them red-faced, steam coming out of their ears. as said before, daniel hates this lifestyle. he never asked for the riches or the power, and he certainly doesn’t want it. you’d think he’d want love and affection, but he’s gone without it for so long that he no longer has a the cravings for it. he has very little for friends, and he prefers to keep to himself. he will purposefully hurt your feelings if you don’t leave him alone when he wants you to, and he won’t think twice about verbally abusing you, hitting your insecurities and things of the sort.

long story short, daniel is 23 years old. he’s very sarcastic, very dead-pan, and if you catch him on a bad day? he’s not nice, and he’s very hard to get along with so good fucking luck loldanny came back to oregon because his father said ‘it’d be good for him to gain some perspective’, but in reality he knew his father just didn’t want to take the time off of work and the thought of coming back to the place where he and his mother were once still together is… catastrophic. daniel didn’t fight against his dad wishes to come to the cabin. although, he also hates how nostalgic the place is. all in all, danny is just here to it in a corner and drink tbh

WANTED CONNECTIONS ;

long lost friends - he gets to the cabins and runs into someone who looks familiar. turns out it’s his old buddie from when he was just a tot !! and wow you’ve changed kind of and shit daniel you’re still a dick huh lol

drinking buddies - the pair always meet at the same time on the same day, unspokenly, and it slowly grows from causal bar talk from across the counter to them pouring their souls out to each other and laughing until they crY ok how cute i stan

frenemies - the typical banter on these two is expected from everyone around, and at times they may cross the line with their horrid words and degrading insults but in the end they always result to tough love. but, god forbid one of them get’s too mushy with the other… they’d never live it down.

twisted - as toxic as they seem the pair always seem to end up together… in bed… naked. they are so wrong for each other that anybody could take one look at them and know that they wouldn’t last a day. but, somehow, they always manage to sex it out with no strings attached despite the screaming and the infuriating words they say to one another. they are perfectly wrong for each other and they both hate and love it at the same time. but how much longer can they keep this up…?

HELLO my name is ( TODDERIC TENNER ). people often mistake me for ( THEO JAMES ). i find this very silly but people also tell me i’m ( AFFABLE ) and ( MANIPULATIVE ). i am born in ( MEDFORD, OREGON ) but i now live in ( NAPA, CALIFORNIA ). if there’s one song that describes me the most it’d have to be ( VOICES IN MY HEAD / STICK TO THE PLAN by BIG SEAN ). — ( taylor, 19, est, she/her )

when todd was pretty young he moved from foster house to foster house pretty much until his adopted father found him ( more on that later ). the story is that as a baby, todd was left at child services doorstep so tbh no one has a clUe who his parents are. • his history is the typical sob story of hating every home he moved to bc the people who took him in didn't want him in their home bc he was too problematic and a "bad influence on their other children". he was just a very angry kid honestly • all that being said, when he was 15 he left the family he was supposed to stay with for another week or so but he honestly couldn't take being around that family anymore so he packed his backpack with the three pieces of clothes he had and left. he didn't know where he was going but when he turned into a dark alley he found two men beating and stomping another man nearly to death. like any kid with the least bit of common sense he turned around and legged it only to run into what felt like a wall but was a man three times his height.

long story short they dragged him back to their headquarters and pondered on whether or not they should just kill him or let him stick around. the man who was three times his height spoke up and they decided to keep him to help with operations.

all in all, Todd was adopted into this huge ass drug industry and was adopted by the super tall man who turned out to be basically this really big drug lord who wanted a son and found one yay !!

so todd basically learned how to lie, scheme, steal, fight, intimidate... pretty much a bunch of negative traits and he was great at it. he didn't like it but he simply did as he was told.

todd's now 27 and on a job that was supposed to be an easy pick up and dip out but it turned out to be a fucked drop bc the feds came and they caught todd and he was immediately put in prison but they soon let him out because they somehow could pin any hard evidence against him so he's now a free man rip

after that whole shabang todd took it upon himself to ditch the whole gang lifestyle and create a life for himself. he got on a bus and hit the road from oregon to california, using the money he made and saved from the past jobs to buy himself a comfortable house in napa and now he sells wine :)

he figured his old gang would come for him but they haven't yet and he isn't going to complain about it either. he's keeling his head low and staying quiet for the time being.

in reference to coming back to oregon is interesting bc after settling down in napa he went on a search for his parents only to find out that his father died in a car crash ten years back and his mother supposedly passed with him too, but they never found the body.

his father had a will written out though and in it stated that there was a house oregon that was left for todd and with it was a note with a simple apology, that hardly explained anything about why they abandoned todd and who they were, and an address that belonged to the cabins

todd is only here to find more information on his parents and history. ( wanted connection: maybe someone who knew his parents ? maybe someone else's parents knew his parents, recognized the name and "i'm so sorry for your loss...."

now his personality? he seems like a typical guy. he keeps to himself most of the time. since he's on a mission to find information he won't be afraid to use someone to get what he wants. if you get in his way he'll find a way around you or a way to move you. simple as that.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ;

roomies - todd and his roommate soon become acquaintances but it’s open for pretty much anything ? todd doesn’t truat anyone so maybe they sOMehow gain his trust and he lets them help find clues or information ? idk lets talk omg

use me - they’re friends but then again they’re not. lovers? yes and no. either way, the sex is great and when either is feeling stressed or sad or whatever the feeling, they text / call each other up and “my place or yours?”

you knew my parents ...?! ( this could potentially include multiple muses !! ) - todd is only here by chance and he is desperate to know who his parents were. one would think finding information would be hard, but the minute he mutters “tenner.” at check-in, some stranger places their hand on his back and whispers “i’m so sorry for your loss...”

okay !! so this is very general and informal i'm sorry if it wasn't clear ?? if you have any questions or anything of the sort please feel free to ask !! ask me anything pls ill spill my guts to you. also i may be adding more wanted connections over time so please click here just in case i add more mmmk. again, ( i’ll keep saying this ) i’m thrilled to be here h2gkmo

#hi i'm out rn rip but i will be home soon !!#oregonhq: ooc #this is super long btw

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Love Lingered On His Lips (Biadore) - Lemonade

AN: I’m sorry it’s been…close to a month since I last submitted something. My mental health and creative muse took a road trip to rock bottom and they didn’t come home until a few days ago lmao. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this!! Italics = thoughts. (also i’m sorry my author notes are a mess this is the #realme) (also x2 to the anon who asked about my abc fic like two weeks ago i am planning on continuing it!!! i have some of it written (along w/ four other unfinished fics bc i am trash) i don’t know when exactly i’ll get it out but i 100% want to finish it)

It had been months since the pair last saw each other in person. Danny moved to Seattle and Roy always kept busy with work. They FaceTimed on occasion and spoke in their long standing group chat. It worked, but it wasn’t enough. They both found themselves missing the days they were traveling the world together. Touring took a huge tole on Danny’s all around health; Roy was his silver lining. He looked after Danny when he was too drunk and out of control, he wiped away his tears when he was physically exhausted and emotionally drained, he made him laugh, he played with his hair and kissed his fingertips: Roy made Danny fall in love with him.

Danny so desperately wanted to kick his lyft drivers seat and tell him to burn fucking rubber, he had someone important waiting for him. Instead he huffed in frustration, asking how long until they would arrive at his apartment. Twenty minutes was the answer.

Danny: Sorry, my driver’s a slow ass bitch. I don’t know if I’ll get there before you.

Roy was getting antsy. He was more than sure a kid pulling him in a little red wagon would get him to Danny’s apartment faster than this uber driver. He rolled his eyes in frustration, asking how long until they would arrive at their destination. Twenty minutes was the answer.

Roy: I don’t think they could be any slower than this idiot driving me. I’m pretty sure we’re still in L.A.!

Danny quietly chuckled at Roy’s text.

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Roy ended up beating Danny to his apartment, only by a few seconds apparently. As Roy unloaded his suitcases he heard a familiar voice– his favorite voice call his name. The man barely had time to turn around before Danny’s entire body was wrapped around his in a koala hug. Roy nearly fell over at the sudden impact of Danny crashing into him, but regained his balance, not wanting to drop the precious human in his arms.

Danny nuzzled his face into the crook of Roy’s neck. Roy finally had enough composure to squeeze Danny back tightly. “I’ve missed you.” Danny’s words were mumbled against Roy’s neck. Roy heard them perfectly. “I’ve missed you too.” He pressed a kiss to Danny’s head. “Now get off,” Roy could only be sappy for so long. “I’m too old for you to be jumping on me like that. Next time you might break my hip.” Danny cackled, but obeyed. “Shut the fuck up, you’re not even that old.” He pecked Roy’s cheek before taking a few of his bags.

—

“I thought you were only staying for a week, what’s with all the luggage?” Danny asked as he threw the suitcases haphazardly onto his living room floor. Roy chose to sit the bags he was carrying against the wall instead. “I also have a gig. It takes a lot to make this old bitch look good.” He was planning on staying at a hotel, but the minute Danny heard he would be in Seattle he insisted Roy not only stay with him, but come a week early so they could catch up. There was no resistance on Roy’s part.

“Sorry about the mess.” Danny kicked an empty beer can across the room. “I’ve been writing so much lately, living in filth helps me get inspired.” Danny plopped down on his couch and Roy followed.

“What about?” You, is what Danny wanted to say. “A bunch of shit.” He shrugged his shoulders. Roy brushed a piece of hair away from Danny’s face as he spoke and pushed it behind his ear. He’d been growing his hair out, Roy thought he looked like a goddess. Danny acted as if the slight touch didn’t faze him, the tinge of pink coloring his cheeks betrayed that semblance. “Well don’t hold out on me.” Roy could listen to Danny talk about his music, or anything he was particularly excited about for hours, so he did. Danny went on about his writing process, showed Roy songs and poems he had written (conveniently leaving the ones about Roy in his folder), and explained the meaning behind each and every one of them. He told Roy about his YouTube channel, all the ideas he had for its revival. He shared stories from the set of his recent photoshoot and explained to Roy how he had finally discovered, and came to terms with his gender identity. Roy loved it. Danny seemed happier than he had ever personally seen him. His eyes lit up, his hands flew around in the air the more his excitement grew, his smile–fuck his smile was so wide, and bright, and genuine. Roy wanted to grab his face and smash their lips together about a hundred different times as they spoke.

No one ever listened to Danny ramble the way Roy did. Sure, people heard him, or let him speak into the void in their presence, but Roy truly listened to him. He seemed genuinely interested in everything Danny said, got excited about something when Danny got excited. He felt like he could tell him anything and Roy would never dismiss him, or judge him, or make him feel stupid like others had.

Time had completely slipped from their grasp. It was late, far too late to do anything other than go to a bar. Danny was a regular at this point. He liked to write in bars, observe people, karaoke had become one of his favorite activities, but not tonight. He wanted Roy to himself tonight (and every other night of his life too).

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Danny slowly inhaled smoke into his lungs before passing the shared blunt to Roy. He was the only person who could get Roy to smoke with them. He smiled to himself at the memory of Jinkx and himself betting on it; Of course Danny won. When Jinkx asked how he managed it, Danny left out the fact that he bribed Roy with a blowjob. “What are you smiling at?” Roy’s words were strangled as he tried not to cough like he had a severe case of bronchitis. Danny absentmindedly rubbed his back to sooth him.

“Remember the first time we smoked together?”

“You mean when you sucked my dick? Yeah.” They both laughed.

“Well that’s what I was thinking about.”

“If you want to suck my dick again all you have to do is ask. No need to cum in your pants over a memory.” Danny slapped his arm, taking the blunt back from him. Roy’s eyes followed the blunt to Danny’s lips. His soft, full lips that Roy couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss, bite, or have them wrapped around his cock. His breath hitched at the possibility of any of those scenarios becoming a reality, quickly pushing the intrusive thoughts away. “That’s not what I meant.” Danny finally spoke after blowing smoke from his pull. “Jinkx and I had a bet: who could get you high first. They don’t know I won because of a blowjob.”

“I would have smoked with you regardless of whether you sucked me off or not.” I would do anything you asked me to without a second thought.

“I know.” I wanted to. I want to right now.

The blunt burned down to a roach, discarded on the balcony floor as Danny moved from his own seat to Roy’s lap. No protest was put up on Roy’s end. He snaked an arm around Danny’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. They sat silently for a while, enjoying the stars, the cool night breeze, and most importantly each other. The moment felt so cozy Danny nearly blurted out an ‘I love you’. Love lingered on his lips so often around Roy it was a miracle he hadn’t confessed his undying devotion to this man a thousand times over.

Danny’s hair was tied up in a little bun, the lose pieces in front of his face blowing wildly with the direction of the wind made him look like some beautiful bad boy straight out of a shitty rom-com movie. Roy couldn’t stop staring. His heart felt so heavy with love for the person in his lap. Love, not lust. Roy had accepted the fact that he was in love with Danny ages ago. He did try to blame lust at first; Danny was sex personified, why wouldn’t he want to fuck him? It quickly became more than that. He wanted to take care of him, hold him, make him laugh every chance he had–love. If Roy could pour every ounce of affection he had into Danny he would.

Roy’s musing was interrupted by Danny’s lips softly, sweetly, and all too shortly pressing against his. It wasn’t abnormal for them to kiss each other’s lips swollen, but this, this was different. This felt delicate, and vulnerable, and innocent. Roy leaned up to meet Danny’s lips again in a kiss just as tender. He could feel Danny smile against him, which made him smile in return.

A look of complete serenity washed over Danny’s face as he pulled away from Roy’s lips. He tasted like weed and vanilla flavored Chapstick. Roy’s features softened at the sight of him. He reached his hand up to cup Danny’s face, the pad of his thumb caressing his cheek. “What was that for?” I love you. Danny just grinned down at him and shrugged, placing another kiss to his forehead.

He could blame it on the weed, or the exhaustion from traveling, or on Danny since he had initiated the first kiss…

Roy’s hand glided from Danny’s cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer before catching Danny’s lips with his own. The chaste nature of their previous shared kisses was far gone. Roy wasted no time plunging his tongue into Danny’s mouth. From the outside, they looked like they were trying to swallow each other whole. On the inside, this was the only way to express their overwhelming feelings for one another. Every unsaid word, every unexpressed emotion, every ‘what if’ was poured into that kiss.

Roy’s hand moved again, from holding Danny in place by his neck to his hair. Carefully, he let Danny’s hair lose from its bun, tangling his fingers in the loose tresses. Roy knew from experience how much Danny adored having his hair played with.

While Roy massaged his scalp, Danny moved between the two of them, his hand finding Roy’s cock as he palmed him through his jeans. Roy moaned into the kiss, his hand tugging on Danny’s hair in response. “Hold on to me.” Roy instructed, muttering the words into Danny’s mouth. He did as he was told, wrapping his arms around Roy’s neck, then his legs around his waist when Roy stood with him in his arms. The walk back to the bedroom was bumpy. Roy stumbled over the step connecting the apartment to the balcony, knocked into furniture, and accidentally took them inside of the bathroom at first. All because he couldn’t tear his lips away from Danny’s for five seconds.

When they finally made it, Roy sat at the edge of the bed with Danny in his lap. Both hands rested on Danny’s ass, squeezing occasionally as they made out. He could spend the next week just kissing Danny, really. His plump lips working against his, their tongues gliding against each other, Danny’s quiet moans whenever Roy bit down on his bottom lip, and his fingers grazing against his jaw felt like a taste of heaven Roy would never be ready to let go of.

Danny reveled in their fervent kissing. It wasn’t the first time, definitely wouldn’t be the last time, but something about it felt special. He drank in the last few moments before reluctantly breaking his lips away from Roy’s. He caught a look of disappointment etched on Roy’s face before reconnecting his lips with Roy’s skin. Danny kissed Roy’s neck, letting his tongue roll over the sensitive flesh as he did so. Roy’s eyes fluttered shut, his head lulling back as he became lost in the sensation. Danny introduced teeth, roughly sucking the skin after biting into it, ending with a soothing pass of his tongue and small kiss. The sinful sounds coming from Roy were all the encouragement he needed to continue his ministrations.

Danny smirked as he felt Roy grow hard against his own erection. He gave him one last throbbing love bite before trailing his lips up his neck, pressing a kiss right behind his ear. “Lay down.” Danny whispered to him, his voice husky and drunk with lust. Danny dismounted him so Roy could position himself properly on the bed. The anticipation was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to take Danny right away, but he knew that everything leading up to it would be well worth the wait. Danny crawled over him, forcing Roy to spread his legs to make room for him. The blown out pupils of his eyes nearly made Roy’s mouth go dry. God, he was delectable. Danny rekindled their searing kiss from earlier, Roy’s hand found it’s way back into Danny’s hair. He began to grind down against Roy, their clothed cocks lined up perfectly. Roy hadn’t expected the moved, his hips involuntarily bucked up to meet Danny’s. He giggled against his lover lips. “Someone’s eager.” Danny teased. “Shut up.” Roy warned through gritted teeth, which earned him a harsh bite to his bottom lip.

Danny sat up purposefully, pulling Roy’s shirt slowly over his head. He took a few minutes to admire Roy’s body, letting his hands run over the smooth skin of his torso, making a mental note of every place he touched that made Roy’s muscles twitch under his fingertips. Every place that did so was where his lips connected to next. Roy’s breath hitched in his throat at the contact. Danny trailed down his body until he reached the waist band of Roy’s jeans. He rested his hand on the leather belt. “Can I?” Roy looked down at him and nodded earnestly. “I told you all you have to do is ask.” Danny chuckled at the reference to their conversation earlier.

Now, with consent, Danny hurriedly undid Roy’s belt, buttons, and zipper. He pulled Roy’s pants and boxers off all at once. He was already leaking a great deal. Wasting no time, Danny immediately began pumping him, using his wrist for added motion. Roy let out a shaky moan as his head fell against the pillows. His back arched slightly off of the bed as Danny quickened his pace. Having this control over Roy, knowing how much pleasure he could provide him, made Danny feel something he couldn’t describe. Whatever it was, it was good, and made his heart feel oddly full. Danny kissed up Roy’s inner thigh, stopping to suck at the skin as Roy whimpered. “I love you’ lingered on Danny’s lips, he had enough restraint to hold it in.

Danny stopped all at once without warning, not giving Roy too long to complain before taking all of him into his mouth. Roy gasped at the sudden warmth and wetness surrounding him. His had flew to Danny’s hair, the other grabbed at the sheets as Danny hollowed out his cheeks and began bobbing his head. He cupped Roy’s balls, gently toying with them as he continued to suck him off. Roy squirmed beneath him, Danny inching him closer to the edge. When Roy looked down, he was met with Danny’s eyes staring right back at him. Fuck, didn’t he know what that did to him? Didn’t he know that those big doe eyes were the most adorable, yet sexist thing he had ever seen?

Roy tugged on his hair. “Come here.” He demanded. Danny let him go with a pop, crawling back up his body until his face was hovering over his. “Yes, daddy?” Danny smirked. Roy gulped. He knew exactly what he was doing. Roy crashed his lips against Danny’s. Holding him close to his body as his tongue made a new home out of his mouth. As they kissed Roy became more aware of the unfortunate fact that Danny still had clothes on. He flipped them over so he was on top, pressing Danny into the mattress. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, quickly pulling it over his head. “You’re fucking beautiful.” He huffed out, his hands running over Danny’s chest and sides. Danny had a crooked rib, which Roy thought was precious and unique to him. He had never heard of, let alone seen anyone with a wonky rib before. It caused a dent in his side, and poked out oddly depending on how he moved his body. Danny always hated it. Roy could remember Danny telling him if there was one thing about his body he would change, that would be it. Roy took his time, letting his fingers trace over the bone before leaning down to kiss across it. “I mean that.” He reassured him. If Danny’s cheeks weren’t already flushed pink, they were now.

Once he acquired permission, Roy was quick to discard of Danny’s pants and little black thong (now wet with precum). He kissed across his waist band, and up his stomach, to his chest and collar bone where he left small love bites. He showered his face with sweet kisses that made Danny giggle. Roy’s heart swelled at the sound. “You’ve got condoms and lube, right?” He asked as he peppered kisses to Danny’s cheek and jaw. “Mhm.” Danny hummed, enjoying the affection he was being given too much to answer properly. “Where are they?” Roy’s lips were now on Danny’s neck, his only answer being a sultry moan. Roy couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself. He sucked at the delicate flesh, marking Danny’s neck with a purple bruise the size of his mouth.

Roy removed his lips from Danny’s skin so he could answer properly. “Seriously, babe. Where are they?” Danny pointed to the nightstand. “Second drawer.” Roy was quick to retrieve what he needed, noticing that neither box had been opened prior to that moment. “Dry spell?” Roy inquired as he climbed back on the bed. Danny shook his head. “Vow of celibacy.” Danny snickered. “Which is clearly out the fucking window now. I just– I don’t know, wasn’t comfortable with people touching me, I guess.” He admitted. “You know we don’t have to do this, right?” Roy was quick to reassure him of that. He never wanted Danny to feel like he was obligated to have sex with him just because they’ve hooked up before.

“I want to. It’s different with you.”

“How so?”

“You appreciate me. You aren’t just looking at me as some sort of human blowup doll for your own pleasure. I’m not letting guys treat my body like that anymore.”

Roy beamed down at him with all the pride in the world. I’m proud of you. Danny spoke as if he finally realized all of the worth in himself that everyone else had been seeing for years. He leaned down to peck his cheek, letting the subject go with that. Danny smiled sweetly as he did so. Thank you.

“Turn around.” Roy instructed. He grabbed the pillows from the head of Danny’s bed as he moved off of them, placing them under his stomach. “That should be more comfortable.” Roy’s hands started at Danny’s shoulders, massaging them. They drifted downwards, massaging his lower back next. Danny couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t enjoying all of this attention. He felt worshiped, and taken care of; He always did with Roy.

Roy’s hands were now on Danny’s ass, squeezing and massaging his cheeks. His right hand came up, instantly crashing against his skin, pulling a guttural moan from Danny. “Fuck!” He called out. “Do that again, Please.” So Roy did. Once, twice, three times. By the fourth spank the hand print on Danny’s skin had became so red and raw Roy refused to do it again, no matter how much he begged for it. He blew a stream of cool air against the burning flesh to sooth it. Roy rubbed the area for extra comfort before moving on to part Danny’s cheeks. Teasingly, he traced Danny’s hole with the tip of his tongue. Danny hissed at the contact, needing more than what he was getting, but loving it anyway. Roy switched between lapping at his entrance, adding slight suction to his ministrations, and dipping his tongue inside of him. He brought his arm up to hold Danny down by his lower back as he squirmed beneath him. No matter how times they had sex, Roy never failed to surprise Danny with just how good he was at it. He didn’t know why, but he never expected it from him. The sounds emitting from Danny made it almost painful for Roy to remove his mouth from him.

Danny adjusted his position while Roy reached for the lube he had tossed on the bed beforehand. Roy squeezed a small amount onto his hand, warming it up between his fingers. The bottle was thrown back behind him for when they would need it again. Roy pressed a single digit against Danny’s entrance. “Ready?” Danny nodded. “Yes.” He slid inside of him, muffled whimpers leaving Danny’s lips as Roy prepared him. He added a second finger, scissoring inside of him. Then a third at Danny’s request. Roy had been kissing Danny’s freckled shoulder when Danny thought he had enough. “Roy, I’m ready.” Danny whined breathlessly. He carefully pulled his fingers from him, the loss disappointed Danny, but excited him for Roy.

Roy ripped the condom open with his teeth, quickly rolling it onto himself. He wondered if Danny knew he was just as desperate to be inside of him as Danny was to receive him. He spread the excess lube on his fingers over Danny’s hole, squirting more on to his hand to warm it up then lathering it on his cock. Roy lined himself up with Danny, teasing him with the tip, but not fully pushing inside of him yet. Danny threw his head back. “Roy, please.” Danny fidgeted impatiently underneath him. “Alright, alright.” Was the only warning Danny got before Roy was completely inside of him. They moaned in unison as Roy entered him. Roy did his best to hold off from fucking Danny’s brains out so he’d have time to adjust, Danny was having none of that. He slammed his ass against Roy and Roy took the hint. Grabbing his hips, he began to thrust inside of Danny. The string of moans and curses spilling from Danny’s lips served as encouragement for Roy to pick up his pace and hit deeper inside of him. When his grunts heightened in pitch, Roy knew he hit his prostate.

The way he threw his head back, his wild moaning as if these walls weren’t paper thin, his straining muscles, and the beads of sweat rolling down his back were a feast for Roy’s eyes. Danny had to be, without a doubt, the most stunning person Roy ever had the pleasure of sleeping with; Even from behind. It was a rule of his: do not face anyone during sex, unless they’re your boyfriend. He tried to keep that rule while with Danny as well, but he was too fucking beautiful, and as Danny said earlier, it was different between them. Danny wasn’t just some random trade that he’d regret fucking the minute he came. Roy leaned down against him, pounding into him slower, but deeper. Roy moaned right into his ear, which sent a shiver up Danny’s spine.

He bit down on the same ear he moaned into before whispering to him. “Turn around. I need to see you.” Roy pulled out so Danny could lay on his back, kicking the pillows that were supporting him out of the way. Roy kneeled between his legs, propping both up on his shoulder for the best access to him. He pushed back inside of Danny, the room filled with a mixture of their moans and the sound of Roy’s hips beating against him. Danny had the fleeting thought that his neighbors were going to be pissed the next time he saw them. “Look at me.” Roy grabbed Danny’s face, turning his gaze in his own direction. He pressed their foreheads together, their eyes locked as Roy put every ounce of feeling he had for Danny into their love making–this couldn’t be called fucking anymore. A dizzying feeling came over the both of them as they breathed in each other’s air, their mouths agape as they could barely contain the sounds escaping them. Danny’s eyes rolled back and Roy nearly came at the sight. “I love you!” Danny cried out.

Wait. Wait. That wasn’t in his head. That was out loud. He heard it. Roy heard it, he had stop thrusting. Danny was almost too scared to open his eyes again, so he didn’t. Roy looked at him astonished, though he wouldn’t know that since his eyes were still squeezed shut. Did he mean that? Was it just heat of the moment? Roy knew things could slip, especially the word love, at such an intimate time. “Danny…Do you mean that?” Danny opened one eye, still too embarrassed to open both and face the situation his was in. “Yes.” His tone was defeated, as if he had already made up his mind that there was no chance Roy would feel the same. “I love you too.” That got him to open his eyes. He swallowed down the metaphorical block in his throat.

“You do?”

“I do.”

Roy connected their lips again, tongues swirling around each other. He continued his thrusts with more intensity than before. Danny had already been close when he blurted out his three year long pent up ‘I love you’. They had slept together more than enough times for Roy to know what Danny writhing beneath him the way he was meant. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He rasped out against Danny’s lips. “You first.” Danny stammered, his hands moving down to squeeze Roy’s ass. Roy chuckled. “Cute, but I doubt it.” Roy bit his bottom lip, knowing how absolutely crazy that drove him. He reached down between them to stroke Danny’s neglected, profusely leaking cock. “Not fair–” Danny’s back arched off of the bed. “I’m gonna cum!” He spilled over on Roy’s hand and his own stomach. Roy only needed the sight of Danny orgasming to reach his own climax.

Roy rode the both of them through their orgasm, pulling out and trashing the condom when they both gained more composure. “So you love me?” Roy cheekily teased. “Shut up!” Danny blushed. “You love me too.” He spat back almost shyly. “I do.” Roy kissed his forehead, pulling him into his arms. “Hey, in my book, screaming 'I love you’ during sex is a lot better than screaming 'not today satan.” Danny cracked up, his neighbors were sure to complain about not only about the moaning, but the cackling too.

“I still don’t believe that story, bitch.”

“Trust me, I wish I were making it up.” Roy intertwined his fingers with Danny’s. “I think this is a better one.”

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