you can see me (as a secret mission) | part 1 of 2: Tuesday - Sunday.
Mike wonders what Will must be thinking about right now. If he, like Mike, notices the charged air; if he, like Mike, wonders what it might be like to caution to the wind and break all sorts of protocol for each other; if he, like Mike, ever daydreams about tugging on his necktie and pulling him into a room far away from the others and throwing his jacket onto the floor and —
“We’re spies, Mike,” Will finally says, breaking their silence and their tension in one fell swoop. A smile dances across his face, and he gives Mike a look like, You should know this. “I don’t know if we’ll have a good week, but at the very least, it’ll be interesting.”
Or:
Mike Wheeler is having a pretty boring week — at least for a spy. Luckily, that gives him some more time to daydream about his co-worker, one Special Agent Will Byers.
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i present to you: spyler. 🕵🏻♂️
(inspired by this song, of course.)
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DAY TWO of the DP Side Hoes Week 2024 VOTING form has hit with a bang, including more propaganda and over 100 new votes in the past day! Since yesterday's top ten, there have been some surprising upsets in the form. Our current Top Ten is as follows:
Nocturn
Super Danny
Cujo
Dani
Wulf
Frostbite
Fun Danny
Jack Fenton (tied for 8 & 9)
Jazz Fenton (tied for 8 & 9)
Amorpho
As you can see from the list, Nocturn and Super Danny are still holding firm in the top two. Cujo has made a considerable bump in the polls, likely due in part to some pawpaganda from @axion-labs. Dani has also gone from 10th to 3rd overnight, replacing Amorpho who went from one of the early leads, to now teetering at 10th place. New to the Top 10 entirely are Fun Danny, Jazz Fenton, and Jack Fenton, the latter likely in part to some truly breathtaking propaganda from @schnuffel-danny.
The inclusion of Super Danny and now Fun Danny to the Top 10 has also begun to stir up some debate: should the "divisions" of Danny's main character—like Fun Danny, Super Danny, and the failed clones—be considered side characters for this poll? And, if both of them make it into the Top 7, should they be combined into one day?
Below 10th, we also have some other characters making headway such as Angela Foley, Dairy King, Dan, Dash Baxter, Ember McLain, Ghostwriter, Freakshow, Johnny 13, Maddie the Cat, and Sidney Poindexter. But rest assured, there are many other characters inching up just below them!
If you haven't also caught wind, I have picked up a new recruit to help mod this competitive event. Everyone say hello and raise your pitchforks to @stealingyourbones! May she reign with an iron fist.
That's all for Day 2. I will check back in for Day 3's updated Top Ten list!
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new wip wednesday
i wanted to get the first chapter of this done as an early bday present to me because ive been talking about this fic for foreverrrrr but its not gonna happen because im bad at measuring time and effort 😮💨 but look! hunger games au fic!
Anakin pushes his face into his neck, letting his lips press against his pulse for a moment.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, recognition and warning rolled into one tone.
But Anakin wouldn’t be who he is if he allowed the man in his arms to so easily twist away. He wouldn’t even be here now, pressed up against him with the scent of saltwater and lilacs and leather filling his nose, if he let one warning word distract him from his goal.
So instead he pushes further, wraps his hands around Obi-Wan’s hips and takes the skin beneath his lips between his teeth. The soft fabric of their pants brush together, so loud in the stillness of the kitchen that it’s deafening—that it’s almost loud enough to drown out the catch in Obi-Wan’s breathing.
But Anakin has trained himself over the past five years to listen for all the small ways that Obi-Wan Kenobi capitulates, so he hears his sigh, feels the slump of his shoulders against his own as his head sways forward and then back.
Anakin takes his time worrying a bitemark into his neck, just at the edge of his beard. On the holos that will film Obi-Wan’s face today, it’ll look like a shadow.
But Anakin will know. Obi-Wan will know.
“Anakin,” his lover murmurs, and Anakin’s hand moves from his waist up to stroke down his arm, corded with tense muscle. Fisherman’s muscle. Victor’s muscle too.
Not today, he means. It’s obvious in every line of his body. It’s obvious in the fact that he left the bed so early in the morning when neither of them must work. It’s obvious in the distance in his eyes, the frown across his lips.
Today is not a day where Obi-Wan will accept pleasure from anyone’s lips or hands, undeserving as he feels to be on the receiving end of such a kindness.
Anakin’s left hand falls to cover Obi-Wan’s, tangling their fingers together. His are rougher than Obi-Wan’s, working man’s hands now that he is twenty-one and a man of the sea like most are on Stewjon. The rough drag of his calluses over the hairy knuckles of Obi-Wan’s hand makes Anakin swallow a smile. Victors of the Hunger Games are forbidden from working laborious jobs. They’re meant to languish away in their Coruscanti-funded manors, with idle minds and idle hands, picking at paints or design stencils or any number of different government approved hobbies
Obi-Wan Kenobi is not made to be idle. He has no patience for painting or sewing, for cooking or jewelry design. Luckily for him, Stewjon is the fourth planet from Coruscant, on the edge of the inner rim, and it’s rather small, rather ordinary. In the colder months, during the few months of the star year where the galaxy is not forced to care about the Hunger Games and its Victors, he can slip away to the ocean. Fish and sail like he was born to do, Stewjoni through and through.
But Anakin is out on those choppy seas year-round now that he’s four years finished with his compulsory education. His hands are rougher than Obi-Wan’s and they always will be.
Anakin likes it. Likes the way Obi-Wan’s softness contrasts against his own rougher places. Likes that he can sneak away from Obi-Wan’s manor in the blue of the pre-dawn light, first to the sea and then to the market, and Obi-Wan will be there when he gets back. Likes that when he leaves, his lover is curled up asleep in their bed. And when he returns with the fattest fish from his haul, Anakin can cook it for him too.
He likes that he is the only thing Obi-Wan needs. He provides. He cooks for him. He feeds him. He touches him with his rough hands, to dirty him and then to clean him up. Everything that Obi-Wan needs, Anakin is the person to give it to him.
He supposes he has Coruscant to thank for that.
He’s not stupid enough to say that—ever, but especially today. Especially on the day of the Reaping.
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