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Brotherhood

A commission for @dustinlaughlin where his oc Hardy Wiley and Charlie tries to recoil her father Lucifer and Uncle Azarel their relationship. Things sure do happen!

Hardy Wiley belongs to @dustinlaughlin

Sophie and Blitz McKnight belong to @loli-momo1908

Sophie was showing off her costume to her brother and friends since Halloween was coming in a few days.

Sophie - *excited* “Look at this cool witch costume Niffty made me!”

Blitz - “Wow Sophie, your costume looks really amazing.”

Niffty - “I can make you a costume Blitz!”

Angel - *flirty* “He can be a sexy doctor while I can be his sexy nurse.”

Blitz - *annoyed* “In your dreams, you idiot. to Niffty* No thanks Niffty. I can make my own costume.”

Niffty - *bummed* “Aw. *to Hardy* Ooh what about you Hardy? I can make you a sexy bad boy and show off those delicious muscles of yours! *laughs creepily*

Hardy - *uncomfortable* “Uhh…No thank you Niffty. I’m fine.”

Sophie - *to Vaggie* “Are you gonna dress up Vaggie?”

Angel - “She’s already got her costume on: an annoying bossy witch!”

Vaggie growled in anger and annoyance.

Charlie - *cooing* “Aw Sophie, you look adorable! Remind me how I was excited for Halloween when I was your age. It’s my dad’s favorite holiday. Also mine. And Sonya’s. And Liz.”

Hardy - “Sounds like the love of Halloween runs in the family.”

Charlie - *nervously* “Well…Not all the family.”

()()()()()()()()()

At Sonya and Liz’s house, they were in their room deciding what their costumes should be so they can ready for Halloween this year.

Sonya - *excited* “Man, I love this holiday!”

Liz - “Hell yeah cause of all the candy we get!”

Sonya - “So any ideas what we should be?”

Liz - “I was thinking of something super scary, like Sadako Yamamura from The Ring. What about you?”

Sonya - “Maybe something magical like a fairy or a tiger since I love those guys.”

Liz - *nervously* “You think Dad would take us?”

Sonya - *doubtful* “I don’t know because it's like every year Dad gets grumpy around this time.”

Liz - “You don't think he's still mad from...*whispers* The Incident?”

Sonya - *whispers* “I hope not, I mean it's been years. Then again, he is the type that can hold grudges for years.”

Liz - “Do you think we should ask? He can be pretty scary when he’s angry.”

Sonya - “Good idea.”

Sonya went downstairs and saw her parents relaxing in the living room. Her dad Azarel was reading a book, while her mom Zella was knitting a scarf. Sonya took a deep breath and said:

Sonya - “Mom, Dad, can Liz and I go trick or treating with Charlie and Uncle Lucifer?”

Azrael simply grumbles without saying a word. Zella notices and remembers how her husband hates this time of year.

Zella - “Um…Sweetie it best you don’t ask that so your father don’t get stressed.”

Sonya - “But I-“

Her father gave her a stern stare. That’s the look Sonya and Liz know what that means and not to push their luck.

Sonya - *nervously* “Uhh…I’m gonna go to the hotel. We will be back before dinner!”

Liz - *nervously* “Uh, yeah, good idea.”

The two girls zipped away, leaving cloudy puffs.

()()()()()()()()()

At the hotel they were doing a show and tell day. It was Hardy’s turn and he was showing his friends his pictures from his training days.

Hardy - “This is when I had to run with rocks tied to my waist. It got hard but after that it felt like I was running with a pillow. And here's me when I was wrestling with a pack of bears. The toughest one was the Mama Bear. She was the alpha.”

Charlie - *shocked* “You actually arm wrestle with a bear?!”

Husk - “I kind of find that shit hard to believe.”

Niffty - “Did you get to kill it?! And make a coat after it?”

Hardy - “Not just arm wrestle, Charlie. I mean full-on body-contact wrestling. The Mama Bear had me in a squeezing hold and everything. And no Niffty, I didn't kill the bear.”

Niffty - *frowns* “Well that's boring.”

Angel - “Oh I do a lot of full on body contact wrestling in my movies. Sometimes there’s more than one if you know what I mean.” *purs*”

Blitz - *annoyed* “We didn’t need to know that Angel.”

Hardy - “Oh really? Who was your toughest opponent?”

A drum rimshot was played in the background, as Angel made an unamused expression. Charlie and Vaggie were holding in their laughter.

Sophie - “Hardy, you didn’t get hurt wrestling?”

Hardy - “Yeah, but like I said before, Grandmaster Mogwai knows a really good doctor that can bring you back from the brink of double-death.”

Husk - “If that's so, maybe I should see him.”

Hardy - “Really, why's that?”

Charlie - “Are you hurt in any way Husk?”

Angel - “I know different ways to make him better. He can get into the bed with me.”

Husk - *annoyed* “I just hope he's good with migraines. My biggest one is with Legs over there.”

Angel - *annoyed* “Hey!”

Then they heard a knock on the door.

Vaggie - “I got it.”

Vaggie went to the door and saw Sonya and Liz.

Vaggie - *calls* “Charlie, your cousins are here!”

Charlie - *happy* “There’s my baby cousins!”

Sonya - *smiles* “Hey Cousin Charlie.”

Sophie - *happy* “Sonya! Lizzie!”

Sophie ran and hugged them. Sonya and Liz smiled and hugged her back.

Sonya - “Hey Sophie, how are you doing?”

Sophie - “Good! I’m excited for Halloween! Are you and Lizzie gonna come trick or treating with me?”

Sonya - *doubtful* “Mmm not sure.”

Liz - “We tried asking Dad, but he's always grumpy this time of year.”

Charlie - *realizes* “Ohhhhh... You mean he's still mad about... that?”

Sonya and Liz nod with a frown.

Charlie - *worried* “Oh dear.”

Hardy - “Is there something wrong?”

Sonya - “Our dad gets grumpy around this time.”

Husk - “Why? Does he hate Halloween? I could understand that because of the fucking pranks.”

Hardy - “What does your Dad get mad about?”

Liz - “We wouldn't say that he hates Halloween. More like he's still upset about... The Incident.”

Hardy - *confused* “What incident?”

Charlie - “Well it happened when Sonya and Liz were six years old. After Liz was tamed. It was Halloween-“

Flashback

Little Sonya was giggling as Azarel was fixing her costume. Her costume was a blue butterfly.

Azarel - *gushing* “You look so cute as a butterfly sweetie!”

Little Sonya - “Thanks Daddy! Is Uncle Luci gonna be here soon? I can't wait to go trick or treating!”

Azarel - *chuckles* “Yea he’s coming and your cousin Charlie is coming too.”

Little Sonya - “Yay!!”

Little Liz - “She’s our favorite cousin! She’s so cool!”

The doorbell rings.

Azrael - “That must be them.”

Azarel opened the door and saw Charlie and Lucifer.

Lucifer - *happy* “Ray-Ray! There’s my favorite brother! Come here!”

Gave him a hug and Azarel was struggling a bit.

Azarel - *struggles* “Luci, you're crushing me!”

Lucifer - *lets go* “Oh come on, I haven't seen you for a long time! I think I have the right to hug my brother.”

Charlie - *happy* “Hi Uncle Azarel! *sees Sonya* Aw there’s my little cousin! Come here.”

Little Sonya squealed in happiness and ran toward Charlie and gave her a big hug.

Little Liz - “Don't forget me cuz!”

Charlie - “Aww of course sweetie!”

Charlie gave her a hug in shadow form. Their fathers were happy that their daughters have such a close bond with each other.

Azarel - “Well thank you again for taking them trick or treating. Zella and I would have done it, but we need to protect the house from pranksters and also give out candy to trick or treaters.”

Lucifer - *smiles* “Oh of course, anything for my sweet lil' nieces.”

Lucifer playfully pinches Little Sonya and Liz's little cheeks like a grandmother would. Little Sonya and Liz giggled at this.

Azarel - “Okay so here’s a list of the candies they can eat and the time they should be home *give Lucifer the note* And make sure they come back safe and unharmed.”

Lucifer - *smiles and salutes* “Yes sir! You can count on me, bro! *to the girls* Come on let’s go girls.”

As soon Lucifer, Sonya, Liz and Charlie went outside, Charlie saw Lucifer crumble the note and threw it away.

Charlie - *concerned* “Um dad, weren’t those the rules uncle Azarel gave you?”

Lucifer - “Hey don’t we need them. Rules are meant to be broken. Especially on Halloween.”

Charlie - *worries* “But dad, what if there was something important on that note?”

Lucifer - *scoff* “Don’t worry about it. Azarel is just being a killjoy like he always been.

Little Sonya and Liz giggled at their uncle’s comment.

Charlie - *doubtful* “ I...I don't know.”

Lucifer - “Oh come on, Charlie! It's Halloween! You don't want to make your cousins sad, would you?”

Charlie looks at her cousins as they give her the most adorable puppy-dog eyes that you could possibly make in their age. The cuteness was making Charlie falling for it.

Charlie - *determined* “You're right! Let them have fun!”

So for the next few hours, Charlie, Lucifer, Sonya and Liz were having fun trick or treating. Sometimes Sonya would switch with Liz so she can get some candy as well. They were getting a lot of candy and even pulling pranks on people. Like TPing their house, throwing eggs, and even leaving exploding pumpkins.

Then it was time to head home as Sonya was eating some candy from her candy bag. Even Liz was eating some too.

Lucifer - “See Charlie? Everything turned out great! We had fun, the girls had candy, and nothing bad happened. Everyone wins!”

Charlie - “Yeah. I guess I was worrying too much.”

Little Sonya - “Umm…Uncle Luci, I feel itchy *scratch her arm*”

Lucifer - *confused* “Hmmm, that's strange. You don't suppose mosquitoes are out tonight, do you?”

Charlie - *looks up* “No, I haven't seen anything.

Little Sonya kept scratching her arm more. Then Charlie noticed hives on little Sonya’s arm and it was spreading everywhere. Charlie and Lucifer’s eyes widen in shock.

Charlie - *cries* “Where did these hives come from?!”

Lucifer - *freaked out* “Oh geez! We gotta take her home!!”

Lucifer picked up little Sonya as he and Charlie ran back to Azrael's house. However, not wanting to get caught by his brother and sister in law, Lucifer made a portal for him, his daughter and little nieces to go through. After going through the portal, they ended up on the upstairs floor of the house in the hallway. Seeing the bathroom door, Lucifer quickly shoves them all in the bathroom. He turned on the light and said:

Lucifer - “Okay now to find some medicine.”

Little Liz - *worried* “Is Sonya gonna be okay? “

Charlie - “Don’t worry she will be fine. She needs something for the hives.”

Lucifer was looking through the medicine cabinet. However he was making a lot of noise moving some stuff around. The noises got Azarel’s attention.

Azarel - *confused* “What the hell? What's all that noise?”

Azarel walked upstairs and saw the bathroom door slightly open with the light on. He opened the door and saw Lucifer, Charlie looking worried as he went through the medicine cabinet. Little Sonya’s hives were spreading on her body and continuing scratching.

Azarel - What the?!

Little Sonya - *innocently* “Hi daddy! I got hives from candy.”

Azrael glares his eyes at Lucifer.

Azrael - *low growl* “Lucifer…”

Lucifer nervously smiles as he starts to sweat.

Lucifer - *nervously* “Hey Azzi…How ya been?”

Azarel - *calling* “Zella! Get the benadryl!”

Little Sonya - *excited* “Guess what daddy? I got a lot of candy! Rules are made to be broken.”

Azrael - “They what?!”

Azrael's eyes glow in anger as he snarled at Lucifer as he simply nervously chuckled and sweat even harder.

Lucifer - *nervously* “You know how kids like to joke right?”

Little Liz - “But you said- “

Lucifer - *covers her mouth* “Not now sweetie. We will talk it later.”

After Zella came with the benadryl, Little Sonya took the medience that made her sleepy. After putting on her pajamas, little Sonya went to sleep in her bed. Zella came back after putting Sonya to bed.

Zella - “There. She’s now asleep and I threw out the candy with peanuts so she won’t accidentally eat.”

Azrael - *relief* “That's good. Thank you honey. *low angry tone towards Lucifer* You. In the other room. We need to talk. Now!”

Lucifer gulped really hard. He knew that he’s in big trouble. He may be the king of hell, but he’s still Azarel’s little brother. Lucifer always hated getting in trouble by his older siblings.

Charlie - *nervously* “Umm Uncle Azarel maybe you shouldn’t.”

Lucifer - “Oh don’t worry Charlie I can handle this. Why don't you head on home and I will meet you when I'm done, okay?”

Charlie - *worriedly* “Um, okay…”

Zella - “Come, I’ll take you home so you won’t be alone.”

Charlie - *worriedly* “Okay, thanks Aunt Zella...*to Lucifer* Bye dad…”

The two walked out of the house to leave Lucifer and Azrael alone. Zella and Charlie got in the car.

Charlie - *worried* “Man, I hope Dad will be okay.”

Just then, Azrael's house flashed and glowed a really bright light as a loud roar was heard inside.

Zella - *worried* “Oh dear, it seems your uncle is upset, I fear.”

Charlie watched in worry as the house glowed from Azrael's fury.

End of Flashback

Hardy - *shocked* “Holy moly…”

Charlie - “Yeah…Ever since things between my Dad and Uncle Azarel gotten…tense. He doesn’t even trust my Dad to watch Sonya and Liz anymore by himself. They are only allowed to be watch by me and my mom. I mean they are allow to see my Dad, but only if me and my mom are there.

Sonya - “The tension between my Dad and Uncle Lucifer get worst around this time of year.”

Liz: We tried asking Dad if we could go trick or treating with Cuz and Uncle Luci this year, but…”

Sonya - “He had that glare.”

Liz - “The same glare he gave our uncle those years ago.”

Hardy - “Yeesh, talk about a grudge.”

Charlie - “Well it have been a while…Maybe they should let that go.”

Blitz - “I don’t think it’s that simple Charlie. Some can hold grudges for years.”

Charlie - “Well, I think that it's time that we get those two to make up. We just need a plan.”

Hardy - *thinks for a minute* “Hmmmm... Well, back at Mr. Chi's apartment, whenever the tenants get into an argument, he would always lock them both in a room until they make up.”

Angel - “Oh that could work *points out* If they weren't so darn powerful that they can blow the room up to kingdom come!”

Husk - “Can’t believe I’m saying this but Angel got a point. Those two motherfucker can blow up half of hell!”

Blitz - “Especially since they have Angelic powers.”

Hardy - “Well, what if we had some place that was enchanted? Some place that could dampen their powers? *lit lightbulb pops up over his head* Wait, that's it! I know just the right place!”

Charlie - “You do? Where?”

Hardy - “Not too long ago, I just got a call from a cilent about this old abandoned house that was made out of this holy wood stuff, and local legends say *playfully spooky tone* that the house is haunted by the unerased. *imatating ghost wooing*

Sophie - *trembles* “Haunted?! *flies into the back of Blitz's jacket and hides*

Angel - *raises eyebrow* “The unerased?”

Vaggie - *unamused tone* “Afterlife version of the undead.”

Angel - *sarcastically* “Rrrrrrriiiiiggghhhhttt.”

Sonya - *eyes winden* “I read that before! It can hold off any powers including ones like Uncle Lucifer’s and Dad.”

Liz - “Wait that shit is real? I just thought it was something from a made up story.”

Hardy - “And stories say that on Halloween night, the house gets filled with unerased sinners and hellborns roaming its hallways.”

Sophie - *tremble in fear* “You think they would come here?”

Blitz - *reassures* “Aw relax, sis. Everyone in Hell knows that there's no such thing as the Unerased.”

Blitz - “Beside Hardy is just joking around.”

Hardy - “Yeah, as I said, it's only local legend. However, the holy wood part is real, so we can use that to our advantage.”

Charlie - “What do you have plan?”

Hardy - “We lure Lucifer and Azrael into the house. We lock them inside. They talk over their issues. Make peace. We let them out. Then everything will be solved. Plus, as an added bonus, we can go ghost hunting for some fun. What do you guys think?”

Husk - “It’s a stupid idea. Then again, who the fuck listens to me?”

Hardy - *deadpan* “Okay that’s one. Who else?”

Niffty - *excited* “It would be fun to see two bad boys lock together!”

Vaggie - “Maybe it can work but it sound risky.”

Hardy - “Okay that’s also kind of another one. *to Charlie* “What do you think, Charlie?”

Charlie - *confident* “It could work! And their powers won’t cause them to do any damage to themselves. Plus, I'm actually curious about seeing that house myself. So it might actually make a good early Halloween adventure.”

Liz - *interested* “Ooh it actually does! Maybe we can even scare people.”

Sonya - “Yeah, and set up scary booby traps!”

Sophie - “And maybe some pictures too? But not too scary ones.”

Vaggie - “I don't see why not.”

Angel - “Sounds like fun, I could go for some good ol' Halloween scare pranks.”

Charlie - “Then it's settled, we're going to the haunted house!”

Sophie - “But make sure it’s not too scary!”

Hardy - *assuring* “Don’t worry Sophie. We promise it won’t be scary.”

Hardy - “Now, all we need is something to lure Lucifer and Azrael to the house, like... *turns to Charlie, Sonya, and Liz* Live bait.”

Everyone else turns their heads toward Charlie, Sonya, and Liz.

Sonya - *confused* “Uhh why look at us?”

Charlie - *realizes* “Oh, you want us to lure our dads to the house, am I right?”

Hardy - *nods* “Yep. It’s the only way.”

Charlie - “Okay, what do you need us to do?”

Hardy - “Here's the plan, gather around everyone.”

Everyone gathers in a football huddle as Hardy explains his plan.

()()()()()()()()

Later at night, the scene changes to the old haunted house that Hardy mentioned. The house was grey-colored and have creepy Heaven-based decor, like exorcist statues for gargoyles and a graveyard.

Husk - *impressed* “Have to admit: it doesn't look like trash.”

Hardy - “Okay guys, let's get this place set up with traps and scary stuff before Lucifer and Azrael come.”

All - “Right!”

Everyone picks up their things and start setting up the traps in the house. In a montage, everyone was busy at work in setting up the traps and the scares around the house before Lucifer and Azrael get here.

Within two hours, everything was set up and everyone was in their positions. Now they just need to wait.

Vaggie - *doubtful* “Are you sure this is gonna work? I mean not all brothers have a strong bond, you know?”

Hardy - “It has too. Brothers should be there for each other. Not hate each other and base what Charlie told me, Azarel is one of the few that Lucifer has left.”

Angel - *peeking through the window* “Here they come.”

Charlie and Lucifer were outside about to enter the house.

Charlie - “So Dad thanks for coming here.”

Lucifer - “Sure thing dear. *looks at the house* So this is the house that you were talking about?”

Charlie - “Yep! It’s so cool I wanted you to see it.”

Lucifer - “Uh-huh, and you're saying that it's "haunted"?”

Charlie - “Yeah! It is haunted with ghosts and stuff.”

Lucifer - *confused* “And you brought me here because...?”

Charlie - “I want to see it inside with you, so I don't get scared if there are ghosts in there.”

Lucifer - *shrugs* “Well I am the scariest thing alive so why not.”

Charlie - “Oh, and my cousins will be coming with us, and they will bring someone with us.”

Lucifer - “Oh? Um....*worriedly* who?”

Charlie - *assuring* “Don’t worry it’s somebody who’s harmless. *points her finger* Here they come now!”

Lucifer turns his head to where Charlie is pointing and he is not happy with who he sees with Sonya and Liz.

Lucifer - *annoyed* “Oh hello Azarel.”

Azrael - *deadpanned* “Lucifer…”

Sonya - *nervous* “Excited to be here?”

Azrael - *deadpanned* “Not really. I only came here because of my daughters.”

Charlie - “Don’t worry Uncle Azarel, it's gonna be fun!”

Azrael hummed in doubt. While Lucifer rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Sonya - “Come on, let's go and see what's inside.”

Liz - “Yeah! It will be something so cool.”

Sonya and Liz pulled their dad to the front door as Charlie and Lucifer followed them. Once they were at the door, it creepily creaked open. Lucifer and Azrael are the first to go in. But once they were inside, Charlie, Sonya, and Liz slammed the door behind them and locked them inside.

Lucifer - *shocked and confused* “Hey what the heck?!”

Azarel - “Let me out!!”

Lucifer tried to rip the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Then he tries to burn the door open with his fire powers, but he couldn't even light a tiny flare.

Lucifer - “What the hell is going on?! Is this a joke?”

Azrael - *studies the wood* “It's this house! It's made of holy wood.”

Lucifer - “What?! We need to get out of here!”

Azrael - “Well, we can't get out the way we came, so we'll need to find another way out. *annoyingly groans*”

Lucifer - *annoyed* “Oh this is just great!”

Azrael: - “Hey, I don't like it as much as you do.”

Just then, they hear something. Something ominous.

Azrael - “What was that?”

Lucifer - *nervously* “I have no idea.”

Just then something comes falling down the stairs... It was a skull. The Morningstar brothers look bored and uninterested.

Azarel - *unscared* “Eh. I seen skulls before.”

Lucifer - “I even have collections of these.”

But at the moment it landed on the ground, it instantly pops in front of their faces and made a horrible scream with bulging eyes. This definitely causes Lucifer and Azrael to be jumped. It even scared Lucifer to the point he jumped into Azarel’s arms.

Lucifer - *freaking out* “Okay this is freaking me out!”

Azrael - *struggling* “L-Luci, Will you g-get off of me?! You're heavy!”

Azrael drops Lucifer on the floor. Azarel wipes his hand as Lucifer groans and gets up.

Lucifer - “Come on we need to leave!”

Azrael: Yeah, no kidding!

()()()()()()()()

The two walked down the hall, trying to find another way out of the house. They walk through an eerily dim hallway.

Azarel - “What the hell is that?”

Lucifer - *nervous* “I don't know, but I ain't sticking around to find out.”

Suddenly, they started to hear creepy organ music. This causes Lucifer and Azrael to tremble.

Lucifer - “This isn’t even good music!”

Azrael - “Where is it even coming from?!”

Lucifer - “I don’t know but we seriously need to leave!”

Azrael - “Let's try the backdoor!”

Lucifer - “Alright!”

Azrael and Lucifer kept moving down the halls until they spotted something up ahead, or rather... someone. A shadowed figure was slowly approaching them.

Lucifer - “Who the fuck are you?!”

The shadowed figure didn't respond as it kept coming closer and closer until light shined to reveal itself. It was a walking corpse of a deceased imp!

Lucifer and Azrael - *simultaneously scream* AN UNERASED!!!

Lucifer and Azrael ran away in a comedic panic.

Azarel - *freaking out* “What kind of house is this?!

Lucifer - “Who cares?! Let's just the fuck outta here!”

Lucifer and Azrael see a window and thought about jumping through it. However, upon impact, they find the windows made of rubber as it bounces them back inside.

Lucifer - *panicking* “Oh why did we agree to come here?! We're trapped! Trapped like rats! *shouts in panic* WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!!”

Azrael - *grabs Lucifer and shakes him like a ragdoll* Lucifer! Get a hold of yourself man! *slaps Lucifer silly to make him snap back to his senses*

Lucifer - *calming down* “Okay! Okay! I’m calm!”

Azarel slaps him again.

Lucifer - *annoyed* “I said I was calm!!”

Azarel - “Had to make sure. Now, if we're going to get out of this, we're going have to work together. So let's find something to defend ourselves with.”

Lucifer - *looks around* “Well maybe there are some old weapons in here.”

Azrael - “We'll need to improvise.”

Azrael looks around and finds a chair, so he takes it as a weapon.

Lucifer - *deadpanned* “Really? A chair?”

Azarel - “You got a better idea?”

Lucifer looks around and finds a fireplace poker.

Lucifer - *smug* “This those!”

Azarel rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Azarel - “That’s right: Lucifer Morningstar the Idea Guy! Too bad he doesn’t think about how his ideas affect people.”

Lucifer - *points the poker at Azrael's face* “Was that an insult?!”

Azrael - *pushes the poker* “Just watch my back while I watch yours.”

Azrael and Lucifer stand back to back. Making sure to face any monster that comes in their way.

Lucifer - “Okay so if we're gonna get out of here alive, we gotta make sure to fight back whatever is in here.”

Azarel - “For once your idea sounds logical and makes sense.”

Lucifer - *annoyed tone* “Ignoring that. *normal tone* Any ideas on which way we should go next?”

Azrael - “Let's try upstairs.”

Lucifer - “Alright upstairs it is.”

While standing back to back, Lucifer and Azrael go upstairs to see if they can find another way out of the house. So far, they haven’t found any luck yet.

Azarel - *grumpy* “I can’t believe out of all week it's gotta happen on this stupid Halloween week.”

Lucifer - *offended* “Hey there’s nothing stupid about this holiday!”

Azarel - *scoff* “You really forgot about what happened, did you?”

Lucifer - *upset* You're still hung up about that?! I said that I was sorry! I didn’t know Sonya was allergic to peanuts!”

Azrael - “Well, you should have! It was written on that paper of rules that I gave you! And don't give me that "rules are meant to be broken" crap!”

Lucifer - “Well some rules are! They are stupid and unfair.”

Azarel - “And it’s just that. You truly forgot, haven't you? The day you were forced to leave heaven? With Lilith?”

Lucifer - *angry* “Don't you DARE bring that up!”

Azarel - *mad*! “Well I am! You seem to have forgotten who it affects!”

Lucifer - “Well duh! Lilith and I got kicked out!”

Azarel - “Along with other people! Have you forgotten how it affected me?!”

Lucifer - “Hey, I gave you a chance to walk away, but you stuck by me in the end! That's on you, not me!”

Azarel - “But the problem with you is that you don’t care nor think how your actions affect other people! You believe you can do whatever you want and not care!”

Lucifer - “Well why did you get stuck by me then?!”

Azarel - “Cause you’re my little brother you idiot! I couldn’t stand by and abandon you or ignore you like the elders did.”

Lucifer paused from that comment. He never realized how much Azarel cared about him. Azarel took a deep breath and said:

Azarel - “You may be an annoying pain in the ass, but you’re still my brother. I can’t abandon you like that. You know how it badly hurt me that the other angels would talk shit about you with Lilith or act like you don’t exist?”

Lucifer - *pauses* “I...I had no idea.”

Azarel - *feeling down* “Well…Sometimes it not easy to talk about.”

Lucifer - *sighs* “I'm sorry, bro. It's just that... I thought that giving humanity freewill would be a good thing and that the elders would start listening to my ideas and take me seriously, instead of just seeing me as some troublemaker.”

Azrael - “I listen to you, Lucifer. Sometimes you make good ideas, and sometimes they're too dangerous. I personally think that it's a good idea to give humanity free will, but they weren't ready yet for such a thing. They needed time before having such a thing. We may have created Adam and Lillith as adults in the beginning, but they are still technically young. They were still learning things.”

Lucifer - “That’s true…I just feel like they needed free will because having too many rules isn’t much freedom. Plus you would get bored if you have to follow rules by rules. It would be like losing who you truly are.”

Azrael - “That maybe so, but they were important for many things such as their safety, their growth, and so on. Plus, many of them were just temporary. It's not like we were going to keep those so many rules up forever.”

Lucifer - “But heaven was so strict and never listens! They even rejected my daughter's ideas on the hotel!”

Azrael - “I admit, they are stubborn and tend to take things too seriously. But that doesn't mean that they don't care. I mean, they have so much responsibility and duties that they need to uphold. They're not as carefree or free-spirited as you are, Lucifer. I get that strict-like ways can be overbearing, but in their defense, they need to be for our father. Our father gave the elders this responsibility as he far too busy with his far more important duties, such as creating new life and upholding the rights of existence. Without him, everything would eventually crumble to nothingness. That includes us and our families. *sighs* Plus, if it's any consolation, I can actually relate to you, Luci. The elders don't listen to me at times either.”

Lucifer - *surprised* “They didn’t listen to you either? But you’re one of the golden child! They like you better than me. Then again they liked everybody else better than me.”

Azarel - “Well I do agree the rules are needed, some of them did seem unfair. There were even times that I wished to give mortals another chance at their lives. That I wanted to let them live longer and cherish it. But it was against my position to do such a thing. Doing something like that would have put me and my family in an even worse position than I am currently in as a semi-fallen angel. The elders would have picked someone irresponsible and heartless like Adam. Such a thing would have made things worse for your kingdom. I couldn't risk it. Not to my family.”

Lucifer - *sighs* “I know. I tried so hard to see the good in my people like Charlie does. I don’t know how she does it but heaven didn’t listen to me about reforming some sinners cause how the rule of earth changed overtime. I didn’t want my family to get hurt.”

Azrael - “Neither did I, brother. Our generation was garbage, that we both can agree. But we should have faith that our children will make a difference. The future rests on their hands and we need to support their choices, both for their happiness and for everyone.”

Lucifer - *smiles* “We can do it together…Brother.”

They both hugged each other but then they heard clapping. Lucifer and Azrael turned around to see Hardy come out of the shadows, clapping at them. Then, everyone starts coming out of their hiding spots and clapping at them, including Charlie, Sonya, and Liz, who managed to get into the house without Lucifer and Azrael's knowledge.

Lucifer - *confused* “What? What the hell is going on?”

Hardy - “It's about time you two made up. I was starting to think that we needed to bring out the big guns.”

Azrael - “Big guns? What are you talking about? Can someone please explain to us what is going on here?”

Charlie - *smile and nods* “Glady. I told Hardy about how you and Dad are always tense. Especially during this time of year.``

Hardy - “And I figured you need something to make you guys talk and make with each other.”

Sonya - “So we set up this whole haunted house to have you two make up. And hoping it can change your mind on letting me and Liz go trick or treating with uncle Lucifer and cousin Charlie.”

Lucifer - “You mean this whole thing was a prank to get us to reconcile?”

Liz - “If you wanna put it like that yeah.”

Lucifer and Azrael made unamused expressions for a moment, but then they both started to laugh together.

Lucifer - *laughing* “I’ll admit that was a good prank!”

Liz - “So, no hard feelings, dad?”

Azarel - *shakes his head* “Nah sweetie. If anything it helps me recoil to Lucifer.”

Sonya - “So... Does that mean we can go trick or treating?”

Azrael - *thinks* “Hmmmm...... Okay, I don't see why not.”

Sonya and Liz - *simultaneously pump their fists* “Yes! We better get our costume and-“

Azrael - “But on one condition from you two. *smiles* I get to decide what costumes you two are wearing.”

Sonya - “Really? What kind of costume?”

Azrael smiles mischievously.

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It shows Sonya and Liz wearing pink fluffy bunny costumes with grumpy looks on their faces. Angel couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Liz - *grumbles to Angel* “Shut it.”

Charlie - *cooing* “Aw you guys look adorable!!”

Sonya - *grumbles* “I'm starting to think that I don't want to go trick or treating this year.”

Azrael - *smiles* “Too late girls, a deal is a deal!” *snickers*

Angel was snapping pictures of Sonya and Liz in their Halloween costumes. He was laughing as he was doing it.

Angel - *chuckles* “Wait until Cherri sees this!!”

Liz - *angrily* “Angel, you better not send those!”

Angel - *playfully* “Alright you wasically wabbits”

Liz growls as her face turned red from both anger and humiliation. Charlie couldn’t help but giggle.

Lucifer - *slyly smiles at Charlie* “You know, Charlie? I was thinking that I should pick your costume for Halloween too.”

Charlie - *pleads* Please not the rubber duck mascot costume! The thing always gets me stuck between the doors!”

Lucifer - “But you look so adorable!”

Charlie - “Uhh can I choose something else?”

Lucifer - “Well, there's always…”

Lucifer leans to Charlie's ear and whispers. What he says caused Charlie's face to turn red as she freaked out.

Charlie - *freaks out* “No! No! Not that! Anything but that! I'll do the duck costume! Just anything but that one!”

Hardy - *curious* “What’s the other one?”

Lucifer - “It's quite the outfit, you see--“

Charlie frantically covers her father's mouth in embarrassment.

Charlie - *begging* “Don't tell them, dad! Pleeeeaasseee! I’ll do anything! I’ll even clean your room and you hate doing that.”

Lucifer - *smiles* “Really? Even organize my rubber duck collection?”

Charlie - *frantic* “Yes! I’ll do that for you for a month if you don’t tell.”

Lucifer - “Okay. *makes a zip lip expression*

Charlie - *sighs in relief* “Thank you…*joy* Now let's enjoy some Halloween!”

Everyone gets ready for Halloween, especially Sonya and Liz, despite having to wear such embarassing costumes. All in all, they're just glad that their dad and uncle finally made up after so long.

The End.

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Transcontinental Hustle: That 70's Show "Pilot" and Days Like These "Batteries Not Included" (Comissioned by WEird Kev 27)

Welcome folks to Trans-Continential Hustle, a new occasional feature on this blog where I take a look at shows and movies and their foreign remake and see how they stack up. It's a great idea my friend, semi-producer and patron Kev cooked up and as for where to start.. that was easy for me as after Jose's deep retrospective on That 70's Show, one of my faviorite sitcoms as a teen that I have a deep love and respect for, I remembered a little show called Days LIke These, an attempt to remake the show for british audiences that failed horribly that i'd always been fascinated by. And since I have peacock for the mother show and youtube has the entirety of Days LIke These, it felt like fate. So come along with me in the vista crusier as I revisit the start of something special and see both how one of my faviorite sitcoms began and how another show attempted to use the same script to start it's own legacy.. and why it instead fell hard off the water tower and like charlie didn't make it.

That 70's Show: That 70's Pilot That 70's show is as I said a faviorite of mine as a teen both in high school as I watched it in reruns in various places and again in college when it reaired on the N quite a bit. It was just a good comfort show and still is from time to time on Netflix and now Peacock. It's a fun coming of age story that also deviates from a lot of what sitcoms did at the time: while it's still multicam, it wasn't afraid to take breaks from that format wither it was for parodies or for the Circle.. which totally flew over my head for an embarrassing amount of time i'd rather not disclose

It was also deeply funny with a few bits living in my head rent free.. the biggest being...

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And of course this classic showdown. and keep in mind both of these bits are from less than the series best seasons. Even when operating at half and later a fourth of it's powers... it was still awesome.

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I could do clips all day, and proudly, but i'd rather take you through why the show was so good from the very begining, as the pilot is one of the best i've seen, getting the core of the show down despite a few wrinkles that wouln't be seen again, ala gilmore girls, and showing it off. The pilot begins in Eric Forman's Basment, one of the most iconic sitcom sets and one of my favorite. It just feels lived in, a home away from home and a little place for hyjinks away from red and kitty's prying eyes. It's here we meet most of the Gang: Eric himself, a nerdy, self doubting dork with luke skywalker hair (Ironically before he became one with the force later that season), played by Topher Grace, who nicely nails down Eric being awkward but still charasmatic, able to trade barbs with his friends despite mostly being bossed around by them. He also played Venom in his first live action apperance, hence why he left the show. It .. was far from worth it but I still say he did a good job in a messy and pretty bleh movie. His best friend Hyde is preparing him for a special mission: score them some beers as a party the Formans are hosting upstairs has reached critical mass: it's the fun kind of exageration most tenes did and my friends certainly did, so while I was never one to score beer (In fact I rarely drink, anxiety and depression do not go well with it no sir), I can still relate to having a more charsmatic and sure of himself freind tell me to do something stupid. Hyde is played by Danny Masterson.. aka the elephant in the room when talking about this series. Masterson.. is a monster who raped a woman. There's.. no way around it and having no legal obligation to go "allegedlys", he's a rapist. He only hasn't been charged because the Jury somehow deadlocked. He's a blot on this show and while he made conspiracy theorist and ladie sman burn out hyde work, it's imposssible for me to mention the show and not condem this asshole. It is entirely possible for me to enjoy it as while a large part of it, Danny Masterson was not the only person at the center of this show, nor did he write it and I feel the deepest sympathies for his cast mates who found out a close friend of there's is a rapist and my hopes for a conviction go out to his victims Encouraging hyde in his plan are Kelso, played by breakout star Ashton Kutcher, star of many a 2000's film of varying quality and the netflix sitcom the ranch, which was "what if that 70's show but right wing?". Thankfully Kutcher himself dosen't appear to me and is a nice dude and easily one of the most talented of the cast, playing a gloriously loud and dumb idiot with a flavor all his own. He feels like the dumbass friend I had in high school and i'm sure he feels like yours too. Well okay mine was a better human being, but he still had the same "dog in a humans body" energy" Finally there's Donna played by Laura Prepon, who went on to orange is the new black, so she did fine just fine, Erik's other best friend and assertive neighbor. They all encourage him. I also love the punchline of Eric saying his dad will kill him and Hyde gladly syaing I"m willing to take that risk

Eric's mission is filmed mostly from first person, something the series wouldn't really use again, but still a nice way to establish both he layout of the house, and his nervousness. We then meet his mom Kitty , played by underated sitcom legend Debrah Jo Rupp. She was the unsung heroine of this series, with her goofy laugh (which was entirely just an improv that caught on), and her nice blend of being a traditional for the 50's or 60's house wife.. while also having depth, witt and her own agency. She may be , sometimes willingly , oblivous but she's a strong character and I admire her while still being loveablea nd hilarious. Eric then runs into Bob and Midge Pinciotti, donna's parents, played by character actor Don Stark and the late great Tanya Roberts respectively. Both do a great job, Bob being the goofy affiable dad everyone either knew or ended up having, and Midge being the woman all the guys have a crush on. Stark also dosen't get enough credit being comedy gold in most apperances and brillantly playing off Kurtwood Smith's Red.

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As for who Red is.. well most of you know that, but in case you don't he's the man, the myth, the legend, the foot up your ass. He is the hardass dad to end all dad's. In his illustorious career he's easily Kurtwood Smith's finest roll, a dad who willl gladly yell at any dumbass in his vicinity, practice tough love on his son, and of course, put his foot up an ass if needed, but whose also deep down a loving father and not nearly as deep down a wonderful supportive husband who at worst is a bit emotinally dense. He and kitty have one of the best relationships in sitcom history, a mutually loving and active marriage. While the teen cast are far from slouches, Red Forman is easily my faviorite character, and Kurtwood just perfectly delivers his lines and his foot up someone's ass. Sadly he dosen't get to use either of his catchphrases here, but rest assured he was surely thinking about putting his foot up some dumbasses ass.

Red catches Eric with the beers, but thankfully dosen't catch on, though we get a nic ebit of eric raising his hands without thinking. Red is thinking of giving Eric the Vista Crusier, one of my faviorite cars in fiction despite purposfully being a clunker. It looks neat, it's in every episode and it's the centerpiece of one of the best openings of all time. So Erik's naturally excited and comes back triumphant with beer for all.. and finds out from Kelso donna has a crush on him. The opening to this show is great: it gets all but two of the main and major supporting cast for season 1 down perfect: We see Eric's awkwardness and how he's easily pushed into doing petty crime by his buds, Hyde being the real force behind the group even if Eric is the focus, Kelso being an idiot whose just sorta around and Donna being a strong confident young woman whose into Eric for his vunerablity but brushes off his awkwardness. We also see red be intmidating but fair and find out his hours got cut back (a major part of season 1), Kitty be sweet, bubbly and midwest as hell, Bob be goofy and permed and Midge be.. midge. It's a great opening.. and it's followed up by an even greater one The opening sequence to that 70's show.. is one of the best opening sequences to a sitcom. It's simple: just having the main cast in the vista crusier, singing along to the theme song "In the Street", a song by the band Big Star that was covered by Todd Griffin, a small time artist i'd honestly forgotten existed whose version is decent, though I will say Cheap Trick who replaced him next season had the better version and being a 70's group, were a better hit. I also like going for a 70's song: while they rerecorded it, the song still feels 70's rock and comes off as something the gang would jam to. Well minus Jackie early on but I can buy her joining in just to feel included. Plus her whining about "this isn't a song I like change it" as she probably would, woudln't make for a great opening. It really fits the core of the show: a bunch of friends hanging out, finding shit to do in a small town, just singing to a song they all love like the goofuses they are. It tells you what the show is without saying a word as any good theme should. We then cut to the basment the next day where Eric and Donna have turned the sound off to riff on the brady bunch. I.. I don't know if this is a thing people did. I mean i've also seen it on wings and bobs burgers, so someone probably has enough it's showed up on three diffrent tv shows, but I don't know if it's like.. a thing a LOT of people did or just three diffrent writers had the same experince. It dosen't help it's three diffrent age groups (teenagers, 30 somethings and an adult and his child). While the jokes aren't the funniest, they do feel like real jokes teens would tell and it fits Eric and Donna to not really like the brady bunch... just as it instantly tells us all we need to know about Kelso's girlfriend Jackie that she whines about bein glost and has to be handed earphones Jackie is played by Mila Kunis, proud ukranian, and a talented comedic actress with a healthy career after this. She got onto the show by faking her age, but it became less of an issue, with them just not showing much of Jackie and Kelso making out on screen, something I hadn't noticed till it was pointed out to me in Jose's retrospective of the series.

Jackie and Kelso have a grossly unhealthy relationship from the get go: Jackie is dismissive and shouty towards Kelso, to the point an annoyed cry of "Micheal!" (Kelso's real name) is essentially her catchphrase. Kelso meanwhile openly eyes other women, and rather than defend her to his friends (who cannot stand her), constantly says he's going to dump her, which no one remotely buys. Neither of them respect each other, they don't really mesh at all intrest wise, and it's only because they find each other purdy that their together at all. As a result of these hormones Jackie is coming along with the Circle to a Todd Rungren Concert. I hadn't really heard of the guy, but repeated viewngs of the violet have made me love his hit song "Hello It's Me" which is vital to this episode. He's a nice choice of smaller artist for this, and again Hello It's Me, just fits the final scenes too perfect. We'll get to that.

Now their alone Eric brings up what Kelso said and Donna brings up "You could've had me when I was four".. and I've always loved Eric's stammering as a result "All that time I wasted on the hippity hop". I will say at least barring a rewatch.. I like Eric and Donna. Their not a perfect couple, but Eric's cluleeness mixed with genuine charm nicely mixes with Donna's blunt nature. He dosen't know how to tackle this while she's upfront about what she wants. Later that day we get a quick bait and switch gag where Eric is talking to the vista cruiser instead of Donna and Bob shows up to both hyptontize Eric and Kelso with his hair and to tell them these are the best days of their lives and it won't get better.... which coming form the man with a failing marriage and a perm may not be the most accurate assement. Next up we go to the hub at.. some point in time. It has a cowboy theme, which is probably the most jarring change i've seen from pilot to series. In the present and the not too distant future of the 90's, it's a fairly simple restraunt with a pinball table, wooden chairs, the kind of place that's locally owned and cheap enough for a bunch of mostly unemployed teens to eat at every day. It fits better as a secondary hangout for the gang with that aesthetic. Granted the hub isn't one of my faviorite local hangouts in fiction, but it's still far better one than I gave it credit for in the past. At any rate here we meet the final member of the gang...

BACK BACK I RENOUNCE YOU DEMON. BACK I SAY!

No it's the final member people actually care about, Fez! Played wonderfully by Wilmer Valderama. Fez is a mixed bag of a character even if he's played well. At this point he's fine, being mostly awkward and most of his horniness being clearly not getting american social cues. But the "GET IT HE'S FOREGIEN" stick is cringetastic nowadays, and a lot of his sex pest antics have what i've just dubbed "Barney Stinson Syndrome" That's when a character is intended to be a loveable horndog, but due to standards drifting or just bad writing, ends up being some form of sex monster. HEre though he's fine at worst talking about tremendous breasts. We also get the foundation of Donna and Jackie's friendship.. Jackie barking at her to join her and Donna reluctantly accepting she's stuck with her. Everyone urges kelso to break up with jackie, he says he will in like 10 seconds, no one belivies him and we move on. You might notice the pilot is a small bit free floaty.. but it works, as each scene has some form of purpose and helps really set up these characters, while also selling the shows real main draw: a bunch of teens hanging out down the street same old thing they did last week and getting up to hyjinks. We then get our first circle aka "How do we show them smoking a bowl without incuring the wrath of censors" The answer.. is a now iconic shot, using them citting in a circle surrounded by smoke and marvel comics (I bought the masterworks edition for brother vodoo because I saw it watching this episode a few months back) and going back and forth> They act a bit more high in this one if realistically, and it honestly helps the jokes really land: Hyde's now iconic "Car that runs on water man" and Eric's response to Kelso just casually saying he'll force his girlfriend to chip in on gas with a chuckinlg "You are such a whore. ". It's why even if the being blazed part got toned down, it's a vital part of the show as the dynamic movement makes it great for gags, exposition and what have you. Unforutnately that means eric is tripping balls upon balls when his parents call him up and we get a fun sequences of Kitty and Red lecturing him while the room moves before he eventually gets his wheels. This is another part I didn't relate to more because the thought of driving terrifeid me and my anxiety made it impossible to learn. I still want some way to travel besides someone driving me mind you at the tender age of 30, but I still get why this is exciting. There is one hitch though that saturday as Eric lets Donna call shotgun: Red says to not take it out of town. And as Red puts it "He's god" A GOD I SAY! Donna is able to talk him into doing what HE wants though so the team heads out of town... which turned out to be Red's plan. I love it as an establishing moment: Red may be a hardass and a traditionalist.. but he's not stupid or uncaring either. He gets Eric is a teen and thus is fine with him taking it out of town if it gets him a moment alone with his wife. And him and kitty running up to the bedroom is hilaroius.. but also genuinely sweet, showing the fires are still there and not feeling like it's just there because GET IT MIDDLE AGED SEX like a lot of sitcoms would use. Problem is our heroes are soon stranded halfway there. Jackie plans to call her dad but the others have to explain they can't as he could tell red, which leads us to our first fantasy.. and one that dosen't quite work. For some reason early ones had the characters dub in lines, with the kids dubbing over for the adults and it not quite working as it feels a bit.. childish. I mean these characters are goofuses, but ther'es a diffrence between a daydream and having your parent outright say their making aribrtrary rules and toruting you on purpose. The show would get way better at this and by the end of the season we got classics like this

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It's still neat seeing where something so iconic started. Thankfully our heroes CAN get the battery needed with some barter-y

... I deserved that. Two of the tickets for a fresh battery. Naturally it's an easy choice of who gets to stay behind since the Circle has had to spend the last hour listening to a pre-character development Jackie and Kelso's the reason she's there in the first place, the first of a long line of being punished for his hubris for one Michael "Tater Nuts" Kelso.

So while Kelso and Jackie make out and nearly break up, their relationship in a nutshell, the rest of the gang enjoy the concert, find out the mechanic guy is gay and are cool to be cool with it because it's the 70's and while that's a low bar to clear , way less people actually cleared. The show, having started in the 90's and ended in the early 2000's didn't do hardly any queer representation, so it's nice that it's sequel has at least one gay main character. How Ozzie bears out I can't say as most of this was written before the show streamed and i'll be watching it later today, but I can give them credit for both trying and for in general making the cast more diverse. The ending is what makes the episode, Eric and Donna atop a car as Rundgrens, Hello It's Me plays, pondering things, as Eric ponders what one act of civil disobeneince will get you and Donna ponders what Eric's lips would taste like, leaving him with a "maybe next time" as we pan out on the car with Eric gazing whistfully. A perfect ending to a perfect pilot... which gets followed by an even better coda of the gang singing in the car to Hello It's Me. As should be obvious, That 70's Pilot.. is near perfect. What isn't is mostly standard early show rough edges to be sanded out or simply age marks, but it perfectly introduces the characters, what the show is, who these idiots are, and is still really damn funny. Check it out as soon as you can if you haven't.. or if like me you hadn't in a while. Now we've seen one of the best pilots ever...

Days Like These: Batteries not included So yeah Days Like These was a brief attempt at trying to remake that 70's show, with a new cast but almost identical scripts, simply swapping out the American references for UK ones. As you can tell by the fact this one only comes up as a fun trivia fact or in refrence to being one of the show's only two spinoffs of a sort before That 90's show the result was not great and it says something that That 80's Show gets brought up more. That 80's Show which not only ruined the name so we never got a proper one but itself is mostly known because it stars Dennis Reynolds

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Days Like These first episode follows the same plot as That 70's Show, the only additional scene being one with Jackie and Donna talking in the bathroom about her feelings for Eric.. which feels superflous both because they would in future episodes anyway, and it conveys information we already knew from the episode. Everything else is on paper the same.. but in practice entirely wrong. The cast does their best and I do not blame them for this as A) the cast of that 70's show is, like most great sitcoms, a lightning in a bottle moment of the right people in the right place, and it's very hard to replicate and B), they were not given the same care and effort. That 70's show was made by creators who were genuinely invested in this. Days LIke These.. hoped to make a quick buck off that and thus didn't really care as much. As a result the direction feels lifeless and the atttempts to mimick the stylistic bits fall very flat. It's very clear the staff for Days Like These had NO idea what they were working with and had no real excuse. I know stremaing wasn't a thing but giving Carsey Warner was credited, someone HAD to have given them a tape of the original episodes.

As a result it's that 70's show with a cast that dosen't know what to do and thus plays the rolls with far less naunce, the only exception being Donna , who while having a diffrent take from US Donna does do well and Jones our Hyde equilvelant played by of all people

Who plays Jones diffrent than steven but still filling the same roll, being likely what a british version of hyde would be. Again everyone else tries and McGuire not Kelso also does okay, they just don't quite.. fit into the characters. For instace Reg, our Red equilvelant has the same aura of "i'm going to kill you" radiating off him.. but without the nuance. Reg comes off like he's going to throttle Eric at any given moment and like a genuinely abusive father. Red... is just a hardasss. He has an aura of "for the love of god don't piss him off" but has more emotions in him than just foot in your ass. It's his factory setting, sure. And again i'm not blaming Reg for this: it's clear that 70's show was tailored for the actors cast and adjusted as they went to fit them. Days Like These just tries to... do THAT but british without getting the natural, realistic feel of that 70's show, adding in very corny jokes like Kitty having a cheese hedgehog served (which does seem very kitty but pizza rolls was subtler and thus better), and butchering the hipity hop joke: instead of eric just having a little panic attack but keeping it in UK Eric does this

Fez is also white and vaugely..s wedish.. or something? I dunno, he's about as easy to figure out his country as the real fez without that being the joke.. and tha twasn't a good joke to begin with.

Finally we have.. the opening.. which.. I could only find in comparison..

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That really sums it up dosen't it. That and the fact the theme is Asia's Days Like These.. from 1990

It's not a shocker this only lasted 10 episodes or was canceled after 6. The actors thankfully would go on to more succesful parts, and Days Like These was thankfully left as an embarassing foot note on their resumes. Check it out if your curious... but do so cautiously. So overall a pretty terrible remake but who knows? Maybe i'll find some good ones. This hustle failed.. but maybe the next at .. some point will be better. At any rate I still got to do the same old thing I did last week at least.. and that's all allright. Hello Wisconson, and thanks for reading.

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I was actually going to send an ask about that cause i was talking with a friend recently, and we were talking about how much we love that Charlie was Made Mancunian instead of something like a Londoner as I know they were going for the Britpop/Oasis 'troubled British musician' aesthetic, but Mancunians are like some of the nicest people in the UK, its gotta be that tram. We were talking about How they never met, but if they did, how Charlotte and Charlie could have formed a really funny friendship due to that North/South Divide. Like people joke but as someone from the UK that north-south divide is nasty, like you tell someone from the North you're moving to London they look at you like you've gone insane/Bonkers if you will. I cannot overstate just how snarky that friendship would be. Especially since Charlotte is from Sussex, a manc like Charlie is going to be bullying her as soon as she walks through the door. Like the poorest part of Sussex still gets more money than the most deprived part of Manchester, which also leads me to believe due to how it is, both Naomi and Charlie's snark might have a lil venom in it due to it really is a battlefield between Northerns and Southerners. Desmond also like Desmond is half Peruvian which is probably why he isn't like this, but I'm surprised he doesn't just full ham sarcastic talking to other British characters again that north-south divide is nasty, and he's a Scotsman everyone south of him is a southerner even Charlie and Naomi who were probably like a three-hour car drive away. My final point is i really think it would have been funny as to an American audience and every non-British character (Except people like Daniel who spent time in the UK ) it must look like a really advanced form of hate like imagine seeing people with nonsense accents bully someone else who lives an hour away with a nonsense accent cause they get their drinking water from caves instead of vast lakes.

miles: whoa naomi and charlotte really hate each other huh

daniel, who knows better: they're good friends actually

miles: [confused in american] ???

alas lost was written by americans who had no idea of the nuances of british culture. like, the only reason charlie specifically has manc energy is because it comes from dom's own brick soaked soul

like without being told, i am sure than it was dom's idea for charlie to coo over baffonee pie, a beloved northern dessert

(that's banana and toffee pie, babes!)

i woulda loved to have known how they woulda written charlie interacting with my beloved science trio. sure it wouldn't have been my delightfully indulgent internal fanfics but I Want it

i think des never made any playful jabs about charlie being english because he's not the type of person to give a fuck. yes i know the rivalries run deep but des is 1. pretty non-judgemental, 2. he has more important things to care about and 3. english pussy got him acting unwise. uh basically class and money divide fucks over des' mind, not country/culture divide

the show was never equipped to handle this so this is just my imagination but it seems more like charlie would be the one who cares about things like where you're from. not in a nasty way, but he'd at least think about it. his relationship with that posh girl lucy would have, deep down, made him feel worthless. espech with charlie's fixation on Taking Care Of His Loved Ones

and charlie being a manc really does add a lot to his character in ways i doubt the writers even realised. the dream version of megan pace cooing to charlie that he's going to save them with his musical talent, like he grew up with this need to make himself better than how he started. the punk aspects of him also tie into him being a manc because the Fuck The System and I Wanna Escape attitudes are super fucking common amongst northerners. it's a running joke that northerners suffer and whine all the time. charlie is a very northern character, almost stereotypically so. this is partly cuz of dom and partly cuz they based him on aspects of the northern music scene

i'm not saying all northerners are whiny angry little punk bitches. but charlie is and him being a manc adds like, a layer to it? also also the intersection between lower class english views of masculinity + the idea that charlie is bi and trans is utterly fascinating to me

but i digress. i don't get to talk about charlie being from the north enough, partly because like, i know most lost fans are americans who would just be smiling and nodding dumbfounded as i meme'd

but i do like to be educational. long story short, guys? manchester is a highly industrial part of the north of england and is riddled with poverty and violence and basically everybody who lives there are like the most depressed people in england (dom himself has expressed that he's proud to be a mancurian but happy he escaped)

so, like, manchester is the detroit of england. i hope that helps

#lost is an american show so they can bring up nuances of american culture #like michael pointing out that where he's from black people and koreans don't get along #but at the risk of sounding condescending #a lot of americans don't know shit about UK history and dynamics #except maybe knowing that england and ireland no beuno #and thats not ur faults its a lack of education or a lack of watching british media (which is a shame)#also like i dunno everything either. i have no idea why the north and south of england hate each other #just that they do. im sure its about something stupid #maybe it was wars. maybe its a class thing. maybe its run of the mill ''You Talk Different Than Me So Fuck You''#i've mainly heard the jokes #like that all southerners are sadists and all northerners are masochists #anyways im rambling. thanks for the messages

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Right Now| R. Bradshaw| 1 of 2|

So this is supposed to be tied into Chasing Angels but it may end up being the start of its own what if story.

word count: 4,250

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Right Now

Summary: After finding out from his younger sister that Bianca’s boyfriend Roger dumped her days before her senior prom, Bradley used his emergency credit card and flies out to San Diego to take her to her last big dance.

Rooster/Bianca

Tied into Chasing Angels, Set before the first part of the story. Or could even be viewed as a stand-alone leading into a what-if of Rooter and Bianca being together

Rated M for mentions of smut and language

Maggie Bradshaw frowned watching her friend wiping her tears away from her cheeks, she had come to her Jeep after their last class let out and pressed the keys into her hand, climbed into the passenger seat, and tried to disappear into her jacket. Something she hadn’t done since she recovered from the car accident she was in with Charlie. “Bee? What happened?” “He dumped me.” The younger Bradshaw sibling slammed on the brakes and looked at her, “Roger dumped you? Why?” “The academy, the Admiral, me not having to have sex again.” She shifted uncomfortably and looked at the passing scenery, “Can we just go home please?” “Yeah, of course, is Ice going to be home?” Bianca shrugged her shoulders and wiped her cheeks off on her sleeve again, “He is going to kill Roger for hurting me.”

A Cheshire cat-like smile formed on Maggie’s face, she sure as hell hoped that Ice killed Roger, he had gone to bat for her when she had gotten her heart broken by Ben, her now ex-boyfriend. She couldn’t imagine what he would do when it came to his flesh and blood. “We can only hope Bee, I am pretty sure that his staff would help him hide the body too.” She had hoped that it would have gotten a small giggle or smile out of her, but all it brought was more tears. The only Bradshaw girl frowned and tapped her fingers against the steering wheel thinking.

There was another option.

A more extreme option.

And that was her older brother Bradley who had a major soft spot for Bianca, so much so that her number was above hers and Ices in his phone.

At first, she had been upset by it but then she saw the two together, on the hammock on the anniversary of their mother’s death and they just laid out there for hours rocking back and forth, her fingers going through his hair whispering and telling him some sort of story from either a baseball tournament or from one of the trips that Ice took her and Maggie on to Russia to see his grandparents who still lived there.

It just made sense.

They made sense.

She knew that Bianca wouldn’t be happy about this but he needed to know, he was going to be the one to fix this.

He usually did.

Ice was home when they got home and was surprised when his daughter walked past him with her head down sniffling. “Hey sweetheart, what's wrong?” he asked but she didn't answer, she went up the stairs to her bedroom and the door slammed shut causing him to flinch and for his younger sister Ana to call out the rule of slamming doors in their house from her office. “Mags? What happened?” The older girl sighed and put the book bags down on the ground by the hooks.

“That asshole Roger dumped her, I don't know why, she gave a laundry list of reasons why. But she is hurting and I don't think Papa Ice is going to be able to fix this, not this time.” She glanced at Alex who had also joined them, ‘She is going to be hurting for a while.” “What happened?” Alex asked repeating his brother’s question as No Doubt filled in the heavy silence. “Roger dumped her.” Maggie informed again this time scrubbing a hand down her face, “and I don't think she is going to be okay.”

Ice never thought that he would see the day that his daughter would get her heart broken, she had rarely shown interest in boys instead focusing on softball, volleyball, and her studies. Since she was 7 years old and he had finally caved and taken her up in the F14, she wanted to be like him, go to the naval academy and flight school. And then when he came home from his last deployment on her 16th birthday things had changed and she was interested in boys and was doing her hair and make-up. Sophie, his youngest sister who had since married and moved to Italy with her husband had taken her shopping for new clothes and she was a completely different girl.

He could handle that and could handle the mood swings that she had but her being heartbroken, he wasn’t so sure about. “Take care of her Mags,” He sighed, “I am going to see if a Maverick phone call will help any.” Maggie nodded and climbed the stairs to go into Bianca’s room.

2 weeks later

“Thank you for coming out Bradley,” Iceman commented seeing Bradley Bradshaw standing on the doorstep, a suit bag slung over his shoulder, and a beat-up backup hanging from his fingers. “Of course, Maggie said she wasn’t leaving her room or your study?” Iceman shook his head, “It got worse with it being the anniversary of Charlie’s death. Maverick made it worse.” Bradley scoffed biting back a comment that Maverick usually fucked everything up, “She up in her room?”

“Yeah, hasn’t left since Maverick’s call,” Ana answered as she stepped into the hallway, she couldn’t help herself, she was nosey and when it came to Bianca, Maggie, and Ellie, the three girls she had helped raise, she was going to do everything she could do to help them, “She hasn’t even gone to school the last couple of days.’

“I will handle it.” He said hanging up his belongings on the hook by the other coats. His sister came out of her room when she heard his voice and offered him a smile.

“Good to see you, big brother.”

“You too.” The older brother paused and pressed a kiss to her cheek, “Everything good with you?”

“Golden. It’s just her, we need your help with B.”

The worry was clear on her face, as it had been on Ice’s and Ana’s faces. And it made him even more concerned for her, this wasn’t his Bee, even when she was hurting from losing the two mother figures in her life, she threw up walls around her and formed into a little Iceman.

Icewoman.

He wondered why this out of everything was breaking her. Shaking his head Bradley knocked on the door that lead to Bianca’s bedroom. “Alex, go away, I am fine.” Bianca’s voice called, strained with tears, the obvious sign that she wasn’t okay. “I didn’t fly 6 hours back here to get lied to Bee.’

There was a sound like she had fallen scrambling to get out of bed, followed by muttered curse words not only in English but in Russian, and then the girl appeared, dirty hair pulled into a more messy ponytail, eyes filled with tears, and red-rimmed and clad in one of her dad’s old top gun shirt.

“Bradley.” He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on top of her head holding her tightly for a few moments before leading her back into her bedroom door, leaving it jarred enough to be heard.

Following the rules that Ice had set up when he realized that Bianca and Maggie both weren’t little girls anymore and they both had boys over. The only one he was ever okay with being in their rooms is Bradley because he was Maggie’s brother and he had hoped Bianca’s husband way down the line.

“Talk to me B, what happened?” He asked placing his hands on her shoulders and looking down at her, “Why are you so upset that he dumped you? You didn’t even like him all that much.”

Bianca lowered her eyes to the ground to avoid looking at him uncomfortably, “I am not completely upset that he dumped me, I am more upset that he used the accident,’ she took his wrist in her hand and guided his hand over to where the tip of her scar that ran from her collar bone down her breast to the middle of her ribcage, “and two he, uh,” she went quiet for a moment that Bradley thought she wasn’t going to go on, she wanted to tell him how Roger verbally abused her, and how he got Vanessa in on it. So she went with the thing that made Roger the angriest. “He didn’t like that I had feelings for you.”

A smirk started to form on his face, he knew that she had that schoolgirl crush on him and had since before they both lost their mothers and she recovered from the car accident, and in turn, he had feelings for her. He couldn’t put a finger on when or where they developed but they were there. She was rambling about him being mad that she didn’t want to have sex again after her rushed confession.

“B.’ He started with a low laugh trying to keep his amusement in when she carried on like he had said anything. “Bianca.” He moved his hand away from her shoulder and grasped her chin in his fingers, tilting it up so he could see her face. “What?” She started to question but was cut enough by his mouth covering hers.

She froze for a second before kissing him back, something that she had always thought about since the first time he kissed her on her 16th birthday.

He pulled back slowly, “I have an idea.”

“Hmm?” Her eyes lids were fluttering and her fingers were still clenching his Hawaiian shirt.

“Your prom is tonight right?”

That shook her out of the daze she seemed to be in and she stepped back.

“Yeah, but there’s no reason to go, you don’t dance and he is going to be there with Vanessa.’

“Your friend Vanessa?” He asked his fingers gripping her shorts and pulling her back into him.

She nodded her head, “I guess they have been together the whole time, and I am an idiot for not noticing.”

The older Bradshaw scoffed and shook his head glossing over the dancing part, Carole made sure that he knew how to dance but he didn’t like doing it but for Bianca, he was willing to make the exception, “Even more of a reason to go. They want to think something is going on between us. Let’s give them something to believe.’

A small giggle escaped her before she could help it, it would piss them both off and that’s what she wanted, she wanted them to feel the same amount of hurt that she did.

“Okay, I guess I should probably shower.”

“Yes, and we will go get something to eat before we go in. I take it, you haven’t eaten much?” Bianca shook her head no, pouting. She already know that she was going to get lectured by him for not taking care of herself. He bit back the lecture and kissed her pouting lips and sent her off to shower before exiting the room.

He bumped right into his sister who was standing just outside of the door, her hair and makeup kit in her hand, ready to help Bianca get ready, she was already half ready herself to go. “I hope you know what you are doing Bradley.”

“Mind your business, Maggie, nothing will happen between us. This is just me stepping up to help her out that’s all.” She gave him a look that said she didn’t believe him but still she stepped around him and into Bianca’s room, calling out to her that she was there.

***

“Oh my god,” Vanessa complained hours later when Bianca and Bradley came into the ballroom of the hotel their prom was being held at. “She came and with him.” Roger twisted to look to see what she was talking about, sure enough, his ex-girlfriend had come to their prom with a man that she had sworn up and down that she had no feelings at all. Bradley’s arm was draped over her shoulders pulling her into his side, nodding his head at the friends that she was introducing him to. They almost looked like a couple who had been together for ages, she was comfortable with Bradley and able to be herself with him.

“They are staring at us,” Bianca muttered softly as Bradley pulled her onto the dance floor, the song shifted from a fast pace one to a slower pace one. He looked over her head at the two and smirked, “Let them. They are the ones that fucked up.” She nodded her head, she had almost forgotten all about Roger and Vanessa and how they hurt while she was with him. She was happy, she could feel Bradley’s happiness and contentment, and that made her even more happy.

“You know you didn’t have to do this right?” She questioned so quietly that Bradley had to strain his ears to hear. He smirked and tipped his head down so his mouth was by her ear, “I wanted to B, there’s not much I wouldn’t do for you.” His hands moved from her waist to her ass to pull her closer to him, so there was no space between them, pressing a kiss to the skin underneath her earlobe. His dark eyes meet Roger’s and he smirked before trailing kisses across her jaw to her mouth. “You know that.”

The boy glowered and downed the rest of the punch in his glass, he had known that Bianca had feelings for Bradley. Her muttering his name in her sleep when they were at the baseball tournament was proof of that and now seeing this and the older boy kissing her cemented it.

“Bradley, we should stop,” Bianca muttered against his mouth, her fingers clenching at the lapel of his jacket to get closer to him, not only for the comfort he gave her but because she felt his hardening dick pressing against her.

He laughed lowly and pressed another kiss to her mouth, he was trying his hardest to be a gentleman but at this point, all he wanted to do was take her upstairs to the outrageously priced hotel room, he managed to get for the night, he didn’t want to take her back home to wallow and be questioned about what happened right away not after he and Maggie both worked so hard to get her to cheer up and be in a good mood.

And whatever happened, between now and the next morning happened. And they would deal with Ice when they got home if they had to.

“Are you sure you really want to stop babe?” He quirked an eyebrow at her when he pulled back to look at her. Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips before she shook her head. “Thought so.’ He smirked before pulling her to where she was standing behind him. Roger had approached them furious and if Maggie’s stories were to be believed about Roger’s temper then Bianca was better off not with him. “You just couldn’t wait to bring him back into the picture could you fucking slut?” Bradley’s hand had dropped down to stop her from moving forward clenched into a fist.

“Watch your mouth.” He warned.

A twisted smirk formed on Roger’s face, he was ready to pick a fight, Bradley didn’t look any bigger than him, taller yes but everything else no. “Bradley, please let’s just go,” Bianca begged grasping his wrist and starting to tug him back towards her. “He isn’t worth it.’

“No Bianca, you aren’t worth it.” Roger sneered as Vanessa joined them, her dark eyes on Bianca almost joyful in the fact that Bianca was finally getting hers. She hated Bianca with a passion, sure they were friends but she always hated the fact that Bianca was smarter and prettier than her. She blamed the Kazansky genes for that. Just look at her father the Iceman, just the thought of him made her mouth water. She would die if anyone else found out about the crush. She knew Bianca knew about it but thankfully she didn’t do anything about it.

Yet.

“That’s why your dad Maverick isn’t around and that’s why Ice takes so many deployments. They don’t want to be around you.”

“Stop Roger.’ The younger Kazansky girl muttered as she tugged on Bradley’s wrist again, “Bradley please.” Bradley turned to look at her and his heart broke seeing the devastation in her eyes. ‘Baby, go wait by the elevator banks, I will be right there okay?” “No.” She said stubbornly shaking her head, she wasn’t going to leave him alone. She knew Roger and she knew Vanessa and she knew how cruel they could be. Bradley smirked and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth, “Bee, baby, please go. Nothing is going to happen. Promise.”

She studied him for a second before she nodded her head and skirted around her ex-boyfriend and former friend. “You broke up with her for that.” He motioned his free hand at Vanessa who grew furious at the comment.

“You lost out. That girl is the best thing that will ever happen to you. Probably works out for the best, she will be able to have someone who will actually love her and will treat her right.” He glanced over to the entrance of the ballroom and sure enough, Bianca was hovering in the doorway waiting.

Bradley excused himself and went to where she was at.

“Thank you for not hitting him.” Bianca said in a rush once he was in front of her, “Papa would have been furious.” She was talking about how Ice would react if they both got into a fight. She knew Vanessa well enough to know that she would have gotten involved and then in turn Bianca would have gotten involved.

“Hey, hey, baby, it’s okay.” He assured her, placing his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing the bare skin, “I wouldn’t have ruined the academy for you.”

She lowered her eyes and nodded her head knowing that she had come to assume the worst in people and she blamed Roger for that.

“Don’t do that.” He said softly, his thumbs still tracing circles on her skin, “You don’t have to be ashamed of anything.” “I am though.” She raised her eyes to look at him, “ I am ashamed that I let him get into my head and that I believed everything that he said about Papa, about Maverick, about you.”

“What about me?” He asked surprised and almost instantly she shut down pressing her lips together.

“Bianca, baby, what do you mean about me?” He asked.

“Forget I said anything.”

‘No, no, you aren’t going to get off that easy baby.” He gripped her elbow and led her to the elevators, “We are going to talk about this. You have been holding this all in for too long.” The lone Kazansky daughter was quiet as he pressed the up button for the elevator, she knew he was right and that she should talk about it but there was so much damage done that she wasn’t sure that she was going to be able to fully talk about it.

She was still silent when they entered the room and she went over to one of the queen beds and sat down on it, her fingers going to the simple golden band that Charlie had worn twisting it around. A habit she had when she was anxious. Bradley shrugged his jacket off and turned to look at her, “Talk to me. You don’t have to hide anything from me B, what you say stays between you and me.”

Bianca licked her lips and twisted the ring again before finally speaking, “Roger found my diary, the one day he was over when Papa and the others were at work. And it had everything in it.” Bradley stayed silent removing his tie, his eyes on her. “Me feeling like Papa would have rather been out on the ship flying like Maverick did like I wasn’t wanted. Nothing like how Maggie felt with Aunt Carole’s parents. But still, it was there.”

The familiar white-hot anger he felt whenever his maternal grandparents were mentioned flared and he tampered it down and turned his attention back to Bianca.

“That is false baby.” He said, sure he was still young when Bianca had been born only a year after his sister Maggie but he vaguely remembered Maverick holding one girl in each arm and singing that god-awful Righteous Brothers song to them, and how both Maverick and Ice told her from the beginning that she was always going to be so loved.

“Ice is so proud of you. Every time I talk to him, it starts with Bradley, you would be so proud of our girl.’

The girl blinked back the sudden tears that rose up before shaking her head again to rid herself of the tears, “He said some stuff about Charlie and the accident. How it was my fault that I wanted to see my mom before she went out to Annapolis. That I should have died in the accident.”

It had been three years since the accident and he could feel the hurt coming from her still, he had been getting ready to go to Virginia for school when he and Maggie got the call that something had happened to both Bianca and Charlie and he could still feel the fear that gripped his heart while they waited to hear about her. Maverick had even been flown in from the middle of the ocean because of it and he had sat with his head in his hands in fear.

Bradley quickly shook his head and sat down on the bed next to her, “You do realize if you died your dads, especially Maverick would have lost themselves?” He put his hand on the back of her neck and squeezed it lightly, “That I would have been lost?” She twisted to look at him surprised, “Why would you have been lost?” “Think about it, Bee.” Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Come on you are a smart girl you can figure it out.” He teased, his fingers tracing down her spine. It suddenly dawned on her all in an instant, “Oh, oh.” He chuckled lowly, “What did you mean about me?”

His fingers were pushing her curls back so they weren’t hanging in her eyes.

“He said that you were only friends with me because of our dads and because of Maggie and that you would never want to be with me.” She said in a rush, her fingers bunching up the material of her dress causing him to drop his hand down and cover her hands with his squeezing them. “You know I have had a crush on you forever right? Maverick spilled that before he fucked up his relationship with you by pulling your papers.” She stood up from the bed and started pacing the area in front of the beds, “I am sure you can use imagination on what those pages said, and on exactly how I feel about you.”

Bradley caught her waist when she passed him again and stood up, he had a pretty good idea about what was said on those pages but he didn’t want to tease her about them not now. “I have a pretty good idea.’ His fingers wrapped around her back and found the zipper of her dress, “And I am sure of how I feel about you.” Her breath hitched catching in her throat and her hands came up and catch the material of her dress. “I am not promising you anything but right now I am just promising right now.” Bianca licked her lips and nodded her head and let her dress fall to the ground.

Being in front of him in just her boy shorts and bra, made her blush and want to cover back up but there was something in his gaze that made her stop. It was full of need and heat, something that she had never seen before with Roger. She shook her head quickly and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, trying to clear her head of those negative thoughts that she was still carrying around in her head. As if he knew what was going through her head, Bradley’s fingers caught her chin and tilted so he could kiss her again. He wanted all these ideas to be out of her head and for to be the Bianca, she had been before he had to leave for school.

Her fingers finished undoing the buttons of his shirt and they dropped down to the band of his pants and his belt. “Careful baby.” He warned pulling back from her mouth briefly to off the button-down shirt, thankful that he went without his undershirt for once, “Don’t start anything you can’t finish.” She raised herself on her toes and pressed a series of kisses to his jaw and mouth, ‘I always finish what I start.” He laughed lowly and span them around and lowered them down on the bed.

#ash writes #oc: bianca kazansky #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #bradley bradshaw fan fiction #bradley bradshaw imagines #not sure about this #but here we go

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shxdowsofombra · 1 year

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Asking Mother

[Charlie]

Charlie made his way to the castle and found his mother. “Hey mom, can I talk to you for a second?” He asks as he shoves his hands into his pocket. He was hoping his father wasn’t around because he knew that Nibs would want to know absolutely everything.

[Misty]

Misty was headed out when she heard Charlie’s words. She stopped to look at him. “Yes? Is something wrong?” She asked.

[Charlie]

“Dad isn’t around by chance is he? I know he would probably freak out if I told him. Um…I have a date with a guy…” He tells her unsure how she would respond since none of the other kids were in same sex relationships.

[Misty]

“Your father? Um no I don’t know where he is.” She said before hearing his words. “Okay…do you not want to date him?” She asked in confusion. “I don’t understand. Why would your father be freaked out by that?”

[Charlie]

“No, No, I definitely want to date him. He is really cute and I want to get to know him. I was just unsure about if he would um approve you know? I know everyone else in the family has, you know, a wife or husband…and I don’t know if he wanted me to marry some other girl. I didn’t want him freaking out about it or anything like that.”

[Misty]

Misty was beyond confused. “What are you…you think your father would be mad if you are gay?” She asked before being unable to stop from smiling. “I don’t know how you came to that conclusion and I am pretty sure your father would be offended if you thought that of him. You do know he was with guys too right? Honestly I’m surprised he even married me.”

“And Hope and TJ used to…well if they aren’t comfortable talking about that then I would ask Hope about it. But her sleepovers were never sleepovers. We don’t care who you date as long as you are happy. I again think maybe you should talk to your dad if this was such a big issue for you. I mean I can’t speak for him so you should bring your concerns up to him.”

[Charlie]

“What no. That’s not what I was worried about. I was worried about whether he would be upset if I didn’t marry some other girl like you had both originally planned for me. It’s not that I am not attracted to girls because I am but I also like guys. I didn’t know dad liked guys…I have never seen him you know…looking at guys so.”

[Misty]

“I mean I am sure he does. He has a son with Sam…did you just…okay…I mean again you would have to ask your dad about his preferences. I don’t really know anything about it. He doesn’t talk about that stuff with me, so maybe he does still look at guys.” She shrugged. “Well you won’t be king anymore. We all agreed it should just go to Hope so unless Hope gets divorced, she is the only one that would be expected to marry someone. I mean, and Luna if she wants that.”

[Charlie]

“I never hear him talk about that stuff…and I heard about how he reacted to literally anyone in the family who got into a relationship. So I don’t want him to chase him away. You and I both know that if he knew Luna was in a relationship that he would have chased that boy down.” He tells her.

[Misty]

“Charlie, who is telling you these things?” She asked. “The only time your father acted weird was when we found out about Ellie and Tommy. He didn’t do anything to Zach. You actually should have been more scared to tell me. He doesn’t care. I doubt he cares about what Luna is doing either.”

[Charlie]

“I hear these things when I went to school for that short period of time when I was with Ellie and Tommy. I have heard it around the kingdom when I go out. I don’t know what is real or what people made up and I don’t want to get in trouble if I assume the wrong thing. Yeah but if he didn’t care then why didn’t you tell him about Luna and her boyfriend?”

[Misty]

“The same reason I am not going to tell him you have a date. It’s not my responsibility to speak for you guys. Your father isn’t someone that would ever judge you. You can tell him anything. I shouldn’t have to do that for you. And I know why Luna won’t tell Nibs, but she knows she will have to soon.” Misty said before shaking her head. “You shouldn’t listen to gossip. It’s not true. At all.”

[Charlie]

“Well won’t he be mad that you didn’t tell him that you knew? I heard he gets mad if you don’t tell him things…I am pretty sure that isn’t a rumor because I have heard you both fighting about it before. But um…yeah I should…go get ready.” He tells her.

[Misty]

“I don’t know Charlie, it’s funny what you pick and choose to listen to. We also don’t like when our kids come and go as they please, but you have done that. If you want him to know, tell him. If you don’t then that’s not something I have to worry about, you do. Because I never gave you permission. And I am sure he would.”

[Charlie]

“Wait…you aren’t giving me permission to go on a date?” He asks while looking at her. “If you say no, why would I go to dad about that? It would just cause you to fight.”

[Misty]

“You think disappearing and not telling me where you go is better? That that didn’t cause us to fight? You don’t get to pick and choose what you go to me for or what you go to him for. So go ask him. I don’t care if he says yes. I am already mad at him so regardless what he says will not change that. You already asked him about one thing without coming to me, so do it again. Or, Hope has been watching you. You live with her now so you could have asked her. I have to go.” She said before leaving.

[Charlie]

“I didn’t tell you because dad told me you were in the hospital and it would have stressed you out more if I told you when you were there. I am not there permanently, I just went there to clear my head for a few days. But I am looking for my own place…so there is that too.” He says.

[Misty]

“Like I said Charlie, you didn’t need my permission before. You don’t need it now.” She said as she left the castle.

#muse: charlie #charliexmisty

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delicrieux · 3 years

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

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You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Congrats again on 2K. i’m so happy for you ❤️

For the emojis: 🔥☕️🚧

For the character: Jax, i feel like those emojis have a Jax vibe

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! And thanks for the congrats! 💗

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Roadblocks Don’t Suck

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, car sex (quick & rough, light choking, Jax’s leather gloves (they’re a whole kink)) Word Count: ~1.4k Emoji Prompt: 🔥☕️🚧 (key words are in bold)

Jax Teller is a lot of things. Pussy-whipped isn’t one of them, but somehow when you ask for things he gives in to a ton of them. On some level in his alpha male soul that sort of stings.

He’s in the driver’s seat grumpy and grumbling like a five-year-old. You’re really in the driver’s seat with all the power that you hold, over the prince of Charming, destined to be king.

He lights a cigarette. The little flame matches his mood flickering sharply with resentment and regret, that he had caved to what you said.

“How’s your goddamn coffee,” he snaps, bitter and full of sass. Gruffly, to hide the fact that you can turn him into such a goddamn softie.

“It’s fucking lovely,” you proclaim, taking another sip and gloating without shame. This morning you’d asked Jax to drive your car to where the two of you are headed, rather than taking his Harley as he typically prefers instead. You wanted to sit comfortably with your coffee and finish up the book you’ve almost fully read.

He doesn’t know yet you were also hoping you could give him road head.

“Fuck!” Jax suddenly rasps as he steps on the brake just when you reach the end of your book, causing you to look up out the windshield in shock. It’s just a bit of bad traffic but your man sounds as furious as if your car was hit by a damn truck. “Ugh, there’s a fucking roadblock. This shit fucking sucks.”

Jax really just can’t deal with traffic at a standstill. He is seething, heavy breathing, living proof that looks can kill.

Glimpse flashing lights and obstacles with slanted black and yellow stripes to mark construction that’s in progress up ahead. Prince Fuming grits his bright white teeth around his cigarette like he wants someone dead. Possibly you. “See, bitch if we were on my bike I could’ve just driven right through…”

“Would you just stop? Here, I’ll give you a handjob,” you decide, casting your finished paperback off to the side. Sometimes—a lot of times—you’d rather make Jax Teller cum than hear him talk. “Shut up, just sit back and enjoy your smoke and let me stroke your cock.”

“What are we, fifteen-year-old kids? You’ll grab my dick and let me grope your tits?” he laughs, as you reach in his jeans to grip and squeeze his massive shaft. “Get down and suck.”

You take your hands out of his pants and cross your arms over your chest tightly, to tell him no such luck. “Maybe I would have if you’d asked nicely, you bossy little fuck.”

“You love it when I’m bossy.” Jax is well aware that his dominance gets you wet and juicy. “Know it hits you in your kinky little pussy.”

“You don’t know shit about my kinks,” you lie.

“You think?” he challenges with a dark glimmer in his eye. The heat of hell behind his smile. Glances out the window at the standstill traffic and decides to put the car in park so he can make this goddamn ride worthwhile.

Asking nicely isn’t really Jax’s style.

You can act like you don’t want it but there’s no point in denial. Every goddamn thing about him drives you wild.

When he wants something he takes it—bends your will to fight him off and fucking breaks it—snaps a finger and you’re naked—he makes sure you want it wholeheartedly too—but that shit’s never hard to do.

He always has you spouting off a senseless stream of oh God Jesus Christ Jax yes fuck yes in two seconds or less. Knows he’s your ever-living weakness. Face you see when you scream Jesus. Knows you’re his to play with any way he pleases. Knows just what buttons to press, to get his girl to be a wet whimpering mess.

Has you spread out on the backseat, shaking in heat, as he strips off your summer dress. Stays fully clothed because he knows it’s fucking torture when he doesn’t let you cleave against the smooth skin of his chest. Settle for clutching at the leather of his vest. The leather Jax Teller wears best.

Or is it…? Though you’ve never mentioned this before, Jax saw the sparkle in those pretty eyes of yours, when you watched his hands on the steering wheel clad in his leather gloves and thought that shit’s fucking exquisite.

To be honest it’s ridiculous that he’d wear leather gloves to drive a car. Today’s ride isn’t even far. You know it’s just so he can feel more like he’s riding on his Harley and it’s dumb as fuck but you don’t care about that given what a slut you are. Jax in the leather of his kutte is hot enough—but these damn gloves… they have you seeing fucking stars…

You’d wanted him to push your head deep in his lap while you bent down to suck him off. Feeling the smooth warmth of the leather in your hair and on your cheeks as you devoured his enormous cock and showered it with love.

He’d like that very fucking much, without a doubt, but in this moment he would rather see your gorgeous glowing face than have it buried in his crotch. More in the mood to fuck your pussy than your mouth. He wants to watch, the way your inner slut is spinning out—surrenders to his touch… the way your features melt, descending into ecstasy past anything you’ve ever fucking felt… as he traces his thumb across your bottom lip with one hand while the other frames your hips—taking you in his leather grip—tight as a belt, sharp as a whip.

And it’s insane the way it makes your pussy drip. Your brain is on a fucking trip. Can leather get you fucking pregnant? On the road the traffic’s still completely stagnant, but your man will have to get back in the driver’s seat again soon once the cars begin to move. There’s not a lot of time to get into the groove. No time for fun and games and foreplay—just a frantic feral fuck here on the freeway—love and lust one and the same to make and take when you two have nothing to prove.

Outside of sex, you know that it’s your job as Jax Teller’s old lady to continually kick his ego down a couple pegs. But it’s a different fucking story when he’s hovering above you and all set to shove his meat into the aching soaking heat between your legs.

A piece of prey for him to eat. To read your body as it breaks and burns and begs. Jax is the undisputed king when he has you spread in his bed or the backseat. And as his leather-clad hand wraps around your throat you gasp at how it feels so sweet because you know what’s coming next…

He applies just the perfect pressure and oh fuck you’ve never felt such perfect pleasure.

You can feel his power pouring through the leather. You can feel it pounding through your blood, as he plows deep inside your pulsing cunt, that fucking instant, with a savage fucking grunt, rock hard as he drives home and hits a flood, ‘cause you’ve never been wetter. You’re his fucking slut. Forever.

Two or three bucks of his hips—he sucks the prayer of his name off of your lips—tightens that leather fucking grip—your grip on consciousness begins to fucking slip…

Just came undone, though this had only just begun. He spills inside you that same second and you’re both sprawled on the seat sex-dumb and drunk.

Two seconds later all the cars outside decide to fucking honk.

He really doesn’t give a fuck. You’re both so bulldozed by the love you made you probably wouldn’t notice if this steamy little car of yours got totaled by a truck. Honk all they want for all you care—the two of you are far beyond the world out there—you’re stuck in heaven with no plans to come unstuck.

Maybe try fucking one more time to piss off everyone outside and push your luck.

Jax reads your mind because it’s his. Leather glove soft around your throat now as he smiles through a cigarette-and-coffee-flavored kiss. “Maybe roadblocks don’t suck.”

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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What if Bella got possessed by a demon in Twilight? Like pretty standard, The Exorcist type of stuff.

A lot of you anons should just head on to Ao3 instead of my inbox because whereever you went with this fic idea, I’m sure it’d be delightful. Lulzy, but an absolute delight.

Since you say Twilight, I’ll just set the timeline to the beginning of the series, when Bella has just arrived in Forks. She got possessed just before leaving, as Renée wanted to try an ouija board.

So, for the purposes of this ask, demons are real within the Twilight universe. They have to be very few and far in between, though, since humans don’t know about them and they presumably don’t care about following the Volturi law.

Bella is Reagan and the demon Pazuzu has taken up residence within her.

As happened in The Exorcist, this isn’t very noticeable at first. Bella starts saying some messed up things, yes, enough so that the other kids at school avoid her and the teachers give Charlie a call, but she’s not running down the stairs like a spider. Charlie is worried about her behavior and calls Renée about this, but he’s not dialing up any priests just yet.

Well, Bella gets worse.

Edward, for the record, was interested in this delicious smelling girl with the mystery box brain up until she started spouting profanities in the hallways at other students. Not being able to read her mind, he assumes Bella Swan is just like that. There’s no challenge, no reward, nothing to keeping her alive, his only real reason for not eating her at this point is Carlisle. Though his sheer distaste at that vulgar human who dares to tempt him so makes him resistent to drinking her blood, just out of spite. She’s not his perfect damsel with the delicious blood, and that ruins a lot of the appeal. Not all, mind, because that blood is still delicious.

Though it does help when she’s pulled out of school. Edward can pretend vulgar hamburger doesn’t exist, even as he ruffles through her wardrobe for sweaters to huff.

Back to Charlie, whose daughter is now running down the stairs like the spider.

He sends her to every shrink he can afford, has all the doctors in Forks look at her, and none of them give him an answer he can believe. He’s at his wit’s end.

And this affliction, whatever it is, that’s affecting Bella, it doesn’t seem natural, not human. She speaks in tongues, sexually assaults herself (yes, this happens in the movie), growls and hisses like an animal, in every way acts like- well, whatever it is, Charlie’s ability to deny that this his daughter’s affliction is supernatural in origin is growing thin.

But none of the shrinks can help him with that, and Charlie is a “lapsed Lutheran”, so I doubt priests is something he’ll consider all that seriously. He needs occult help, yes, but from someone who will actually help Bella.

His mind turns towards Carlisle Cullen and his children, and how Billy reacted when they moved into town.

Charlie laughed off his friends’ fears then, thought it was ridiculous to believe the Cullens could ever be anything but human. He dismissed their unusual looks as just that, unusual looks, their too-good-to-be-true cover story as them being that wonderful, and was quite happy about it.

That was then, now his daughter is fast becoming proof that the occult is indeed real.

And Dr. Cullen is so very kind, excellent in his work as a doctor and above all knowledgeable.

Say that Billy was right, that these guys aren’t as human as they appear. Well, that makes them the only people in the world, in Charlie’s world anyhow, who might be able to help.

Which is how Carlisle has the town chief walk into his office, tell him his daughter is possessed by a demon, and that Carlisle has to come over and have a look at her.

Now, as I think demons would be extremely rare, we’ll allow that Carlisle with all likelihood hasn’t seen any of these before. Quite the contrary, he was once a man who persecuted women suspected of witchcraft. He understands Charlie a little too well, but is also not touching this exorcism quest with a ten-foot pole.

Except, the chief seems convinced that Carlisle himself isn’t entirely human.

What would a human doctor do?

Carlisle really has no choice here but to come with Charlie. Besides, no matter how one looks at it what Charlie said about Bella is highly disturbing, the girl obviously needs medical attention.

So Carlisle has a look at Bella, and his “ahahaha we’re all human in here” smile quickly stiffens as he finds that whatever’s going on with Bella, it is indeed not human. She’s spitting green goo, talking Latin backwards, inhumanly strong, impersonating Carlisle’s father, and depending on how closely we follow Pazuzu’s actions in The Exorcist she may have killed a man. There’s scars on her body spelling out pleas for help.

It becomes clear to Carlisle that this girl really does need an exorcism. Or something, anyway, this is terrifying new territory for him.

But he has neither any clue nor the authority to perform an exorcism, and he lacks the network to get his hands on a human priest who’ll do this. More, even if humans could help (and considering how misinformed they are about vampires, the odds of that are extremely slim), involving more humans than have already been pulled into this would not make the Volturi happy.

There’s really only one place to go where someone will have the resources to help this suffering human, and that’s Volterra.

There’s a risk that demons are like immortal children and Aro will kill her on the spot, but Carlisle, still spooked from father Cullen’s voice coming out of this 17-year-old girl in the 21st century, has no other recourse.

So he tells Charlie he’s taking Bella somewhere Charlie can’t follow, and it’s likely they’ll never see each other again, even if Bella is saved. Charlie is devastated, but the promise that his daughter could get better means he can’t refuse. Just the fact that Carlisle isn’t entirely human yet benign makes him the best help Charlie is able to get her.

Carlisle takes Bella to Volterra, where Aro puts on his best Max von Sydow impression and says “Ah, demons... I’ve seen this once before, in the memories of a merchant from Ur...”

Knowing Aro while not knowing the lore of The Exorcist well enough to know what to do about a demon possession if you don’t have a Catholic priest on hand, I imagine Aro dresses up in whatever it is that Sumerian priests wore thousands of years ago (he always told Caius those bedazzled costumes would come in handy someday, and look who was right! VINDICATION) and tricks Pazuzu into possessing one of the humans Heidi brought in instead. This human is promptly killed. Ta-da, Aro smiles to Carlisle, he solved the problem!

Bella wakes up surrounded by insanely beautiful people in an underground palace in Italy and remembers nothing. Carlisle gets the honor of explaining to this human girl that she was possessed by a demon, Charlie asked Carlisle to fix it, and now the nice man who makes jingling noises whenever he moves because he’s dressed head to toe in gold wants her to be a different kind of demon because he can’t read her mind.

Bella caught maybe half of that.

Carlisle refuses to elaborate on the “possessed by a demon” part. No, Bella, you did nothing embarrassing, no one thought you were weird. We hardly noticed you were possessed at all!

But he was serious about that last part, Aro noticed she has a special ability so he’d like for her to become a vampire.

Bella, still, overwhelmed, makes a phone call to Charlie explaining nothing at all but assuring him that the demon is gone. She is then made a vampire.

Edward arrives too late to the party, so late that the party is in fact over, as he didn’t believe Carlisle when he said hamburger was possessed by a demon. Now it turns out that the disgusting, vulgar girl was in fact a delicate flower and a damsel in distress this whole time. Except, now she’s a vampire. Woe! Theirs is a love that never bloomed.

Bella has no idea who this guy is, and asks Renata to make him go away.

#long post #the exorcist #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #bella swan #charlie swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #aro

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twilightdruig · 3 years

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help?

pairing : george weasley x fem!reader

summary : “hi i’m your neighbor and while i know we’ve never spoken but you’re a single parent of two and my sister recently died leaving me to raise her infant and i have no idea what i’m doing, help?” au

warnings : swearing , mentions of character deaths , fluff , au where george lives alone with his two children in a cottage near the burrow , au where fred and cedric live.

words : 2.6k

a/n : this is my first fic so it’s probably gonna be shit (as you can probably tell i’m not good with titles either) but yeah hope you enjoy :> and i might do a little part 2 on this soon

holly l/n was loved by multiple. a sweet hufflepuff student who was favored by all the teachers and students. her sister, y/n was a scary and intimidating gryffindor who hung out in the library.

ever since the battle of hogwarts death eaters have been imprisoned in azkaban. but, that didn’t mean all harm was gone.

now here y/n l/n was, standing in the heat of the summer, her nephew connor l/n mourning the death of a family member.

the service was beautiful. a few hogwarts students came including luna lovegood and neville longbottom and professor sprout and professor flitwick decided to pay their respects. headmistress mcgonagall sent her condolences through a letter as well.

conner wasn’t old enough to go to hogwarts yet. there was no one else for holly to leave connor with. her husband, ronan died during the war, all connor’s grandparents died and the only appointed godparents were holly’s best friend cedric diggory and her sister y/n.

cedric diggory was now teaching first year flying at hogwarts and is married to cho chang.

y/n was currently doing nothing with her life. she wanted to live alone in a cottage, reading, stitching, picking apples and getting drunk on fruity cocktails. but now? she had to take care of her sister’s spoiled son.

y/n hated children more than she hated the people in her own hogwarts house. more so, she didn’t know how to take care of them.

she had to enroll her nephew in hogwarts, teach him basic life skills and other stuff like that. there goes her life goal on being that cool stoner aunt that hates love and children.

—

“shit, connor!” y/n exclaimed as her 3 year old nephew accidentally ate a ton tongue toffee made by the joke shop in diagon alley owned by the weasleys.

“sorry aunty y/n”

she was never close to the weasleys. all of them, stereotypical gryffindors, loud and chaotic and always the main characters.

the only thing she knew about them is that one of the twins live next to her. y/n didn’t know how to shrink his tongue and thought it was quite the convenience that he lives next door. he was a single dad with two daughters, maybe he could help her control her nephew and technically her adopted son, now.

she sighed. “put on your coat, we’re visiting our neighbors, ok con?” the little boy nodded in response

—

went the small cottage came into view, there were two little girls picking flowers on the front yard and a tall red-headed man on the porch watching them.

“hey! weasley!” she yelled with a small smile as she approached the small gate.

“l/n? what are you doing here?” george asked

y/n gestured to her nephew who was holding his now 3 foot long tongue. “he accidentally ate one of your products and i’m not entirely sure how to fix it”

“right, right” he laughed “come on, connor right? i’ll reverse that”

y/n felt a tug at her oversized cardigan. she looked down to see two identical ginger twins.

“hi there!” one smiled.

“hello!” y/n tried to sound as nice as possible. looking back at her teenage years she remembered laughing at kids who fell of their brooms their brooms when she’d watch first year flying. she remembered laughing at seamus finnigan when something blew up in his face. or when she’d laugh at any kid accidentally getting hurt.

“these are for you! they’re pretty just like you” the other twin exclaimed.

“i’m charlotte and she’s billie” charlotte giggled.

“how do u know our daddy?” billie asked

“oh! um, we went to school together and i live just next door” y/n replied

“do you know our uncle freddie?”

“i know all your uncles and your aunt ginny, aunt hermione and uncle harry. they were all famous when we were in school”

“wow!” they both exclaimed

george and connor came back out. “look aunty y/n! my tongue’s normal again!”

“aunty?” george questioned. “holly. she died quite recently.”

“oh! i’m so sorry. i heard about her. yeah. i believe mum sent some flowers for the service”

“yeah we received them”

“i’ll see you around?” george inquired

“yeah, yeah. and i might need some parenting advice? you knew how i was back at hogwarts”

“i am flattered, dear l/n”

“oh hush. and they get along.” she pointed to the three children running around.

“they do. and yes, i would love to help you tame that little rascal” george laughed.

“thank you, george. really.”

“i’m just next door, yeah?”

“yeah” y/n smiled “come on, connor. we’re going home. but we’ll definitely be seeing these lovely ladies soon.”

“bye pretty lady!” y/n heard two young voices call after her

“daddy, who was she?”

“is she gonna be our new mommy?”

—

george and y/n had been hanging out for the past weeks. he had given her advice on taking care of connor and how to deal with children. they also spent time talking about family and their time back at hogwarts. she was told about the attack of death eaters at one of his brothers’ wedding and how his daughters were named after his brothers bill and charlie.

a knock at y/n’s door interrupted her reading.

“oi, l/n!” she heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“weasley” she muttered.

connor recognized george’s voice and the twins’ giggles, he decided he would take matters into his own little hands. connor knew how stubborn his aunt was at the young age of seven.

“hi billie! hi charlotte! hi uncle george!” the little boy squealed.

“hey there, con!” george ruffled his hair while billie and charlotte ran over to y/n.

connor and the twins were two years apart. connor was going to hogwarts the next year. no doubt would he be trouble to professor mcgonagall but everyone knew they were always her favorites.

“aunty y/n! uncle george brought cookies!” connor yelled excitedly. y/n was never the type to bake or cook. she did try to but it always ended in almost burning the house down. she usually fed connor fruits or store bought food.

“you didn’t have to” y/n responded while taking the plastic box.

“oh yes i did” he teased “i heard you’ve been starving this poor little fellow”

“daddy didn’t bake those cookies” charlotte stated “grandma did” billie continued

“oh” she smirked at george then turned to the twins “tell your grandma i say thanks!”

“uncle george! i wanna show you something outside! the twins can come too!”

“connor, what are you gonna show them?” y/n grumbled.

“your paintings! they’re amazing” her nephew jumped.

“paintings, eh?” george smiled “okay, let’s go, champ. see those paintings of your aunt.” the two scurried outside, two redheaded girls following after.

y/n groaned and fell back into the couch, finishing her book.

—

it’s been a few days since george and the twins came with cooking to y/n and connor’s cottage. she wanted to throw connor a little surprise birthday party.

connor has loved the twins and george so much, he thinks of them as blood relatives. y/n decided to call up cedric and cho to look after connor while she’d do some errands.

the two arrived exactly on time as y/n was preparing to go out. she had on a simple cardigan and loose denim pants.

“ced! cho! hi, how are you guys?” y/n greeted as she saw her old friends apparate into the cottage.

“hi y/n!” cho greeted “hey nerd” cedric snickered.

she sent cedric a small glare before connor jumped at the two.

“uncle ceddy! aunty cho! you’re here” he shouted.

“yeah buddy! your aunt’s gonna run some errands and visit your uncle georgie?” cedric winked at y/n. she had been owling cedric about george and how he’s been helping her with connor.

“are you going out with uncle george?” connor asked, eyes twinkling.

“i don’t know, actually. i might check him out next door.”

“george weasley?” cho teased.

“yes, cho,” y/n rolled her eyes “but on that note, i have to go”

“bye, connor! behave okay?” she crouched down and squished his cheeks.

“bye, ced! cho!” her voice faded when she dashed out the door.

—

y/n passed george’s cottage to see if he actually might want to come with her and do errands.

she was standing outside the small gate, hesitating. ‘maybe he was busy’ ‘he wouldn’t want to do errands with me’ ‘maybe he would if i told him it was for connor’s birthday’ she thought. y/n didn’t know why she was overthinking her choices. the first time she was standing right outside the gate she bursted in and demanded george to fix whatever happened to her nephew. now, she was nervous. her palms were sweaty and clammy.

she pushed herself in and walked to the front porch. she knocked a few times and was met with a head of messy brown hair.

“hermione?!” she squealed

“y/n!” hermione jumped to hug her old friend.

there were overlapping voices in the background and when they pulled away she was met with multiple mops of ginger hair, a head of blonde hair and another with black hair behind hermione.

“l/n?” ginny weasley asked, quite shocked what she would be doing outside george’s door.

“oh! did i interrupt something? i am so sorry!” she said feeling a bit nervous.

“oh! you must be the dearest y/n george keeps talking about!” an old woman she thought was mrs. weasley approached her from behind her children.

“hi there!” y/n said feeling a little embarrassed she might’ve barged in on a family reunion.

“ah! l/n? i have heard of your family! muggle-borns right?” arthur weasley joined his wife.

“uh, yeah!” she pursed her lips “i am so so sorry i interrupted! i should go. tell george i’ll swing by next time”

“oh it’s absolutely alright, dear” molly reassured her.

“george! there’s a really pretty girl! get your arse out here!” fred yelled to george who was probably inside the house.

“is she here?” charlotte and billie ran to the door.

“hi girls! tell you dad i was here yeah? say i’ll come by next time” most of the weasleys came back in. she took it as her time to go on with her day.

“oi! y/n! wait up” the voice she recognized as george’s called after her.

“george, hey”

“where’r you off to?” george pointed to the small bag that was swung over her shoulder.

“errands. connor’s birthday is coming up so i thought i’d prepare something for him. first birthday without his mum, you know”

“his birthday’s coming up?” george looked as excited as a child on christmas morning.

“yeah. why?” she smiled

“you’re talking to one of the best party planners there is. you also did talk to another one of them… i think”

“fred?”

“oh yeah”

“i wanted to ask if you wanted to come but seeing as to your family is in your house… i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you aren’t available right now” she giggled.

“maybe if you went another day” he said sympathetically. george really wanted to go and prepare connor’s party with her. he treated him like his own and boy did he remind him of how fun it was to be a kid. he loved his aunt so much it was adorable.

“george. seriously, it’s okay. spend time with your family” she laughed.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see you when you get back” he waved.

—

connor’s small birthday gathering was in full swing. y/n became acquainted with george’s siblings. bill, charlie, percy (whom she was actually friends with back in hogwarts), fred, ron and ginny. hermione was a very good friend of hers and so was harry. she recognized fleur from that day in the cottage as beauxbatons triwizard champion.

connor had quite a bunch of guests for his birthday. cedric, cho, luna, neville, fred, percy, ron, harry, hermione, bill and fleur and their little victorie. of course, billie and charlotte helped george and y/n fix up the party. mr. and mrs. weasley sent a small cake for connor when they heard about y/n not knowing asingle thing about cooking.

fred offered to take care of the twins and connor while george and y/n ran off somewhere. the two found themselves near a small creek. y/n explained how the cottage was where she’d go off exploring and the only person who knew was holly. she was overjoyed when her sister got the cottage she used as a hideaway.

george was surprised when there were lights and blankets and everything. the soft sounds of running water was calming.

the two were pretty intoxicated when they sat down; stumbled onto the picnic blanket. y/n was sober enough to not spill her deepest darkest secrets. george on the other hand…

“have i ever told you how pretty you are?” george mumbled next to her. y/n only snickered and blushed.

“um, can i hold your hand?” he continued, taking a look at the girl next to him.

“sure” she winked.

“you know” he started again “i actually fancied you a bit back in school”

“yeah?” she rolled over to her side “i wonder… what did you like about me?”

“i don’t even know. my heart just felt so full with you. still does, right now, holding your hand, under the stars by a stream.” he had this glint in his eye when he looks at her.

“hey,” she brushed some hair out of his face “these past few months have been great. and you’re a huge help with connor. you know i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“yeah darling,” he yawned “yeah”

“wait, george!” she sat up “no. don’t fall asleep!”

“fuck” she groaned before falling back down on the blanket.

“i think i love you” she whispered.

—

morning rolled around and they were still lying somewhere in the forest behind the cottage. some childish chatter and laughs were heard from where they were still sleeping soundly.

until, a red ant bit y/n and george’s intertwined hands. “ah shit!” y/n woke up from the bite. her yell also woke up the sleeping man next to her “what?! what happened?” he jumped.

“oh. did i wake you up?” she asked.

“no. it’s honestly no worries” he said “but i do have a killer headache”

“an ant bit me” she muttered, wanting to scratch it.

“hey, no don’t scratch! i’ve had a lot if experience with insect bites” he explained “want me to kiss it better?” he teased.

“oh, ha-ha” she rolled her eyes but blushed.

“we should probably head back” he checked his watch while standing up.

—

“ah! there the lovebirds are!” fred exclaimed.

everyone was cleaning up from last night. there were children running around while chasing balloons and each other.

“yeah,” george started “we, um, fell asleep”

“sure ya did” this time ron teased the two.

“i’m gonna clean up here,” y/n offered “you guys should go home. you know, get some rest”

cedric gasped “y/n l/n! are you kicking us out?” he said in mock offense.

“technically, yeah. i doubt connor got any sleep”

“maybe we should,” fleur said with her accent “victorie was very excited for the party she is very worn out”

george snuck behind y/n “i think i love you too” he muttered under his breath. he wasn’t sure if she heard it. she did.

“i’ll see you later, y/n!” he yelled “come on, princesses, we’re going home. we’ll see connor and y/n later”

connor and the twins hugged while y/n said thank you’s to all the guests.

maybe it wasn’t such a bad decision to ask for help.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Sat 6 March ‘21

Weekends slow for news? Not on Louis’ watch!! He apparently got up this Saturday and was like it is time to make some fucking waves, let’s GO. “I always dreamed of having my own label,” he tweeted, “having an imprint never really worked for me because I still had to have someone else's blessing to sign people. People I believed in massively but unfortunately didn't fit the traditional pop role hence never doing the deals.... So I've decided to put it out there in the world today. I'm going to start my own music management company to help develop new artists. Watch this space. I just wanted to take the first step of actualising the idea but at this stage that's all this is. An idea!” Louis we are literally always watching this space and this is why, you truly never fail to exceed our hopes at every turn. “P.s. a management company not a label,” he adds, tuned in to the discourse as always, “sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief” (about where he’s at in the process), and he’s quick to reassure that his own touring and music won’t be affected-- “no.”

He is really thinking about what he dealt with and seeing other people still dealing with it and taking steps to do something about it while using and building on his experience and strengths (to say nothing of his connections and well earned clout)! God knows with his experience he’s more qualified than 90% of the people who start these things, with his decade of being steeped in the industry and having the background under his belt of both being the point person wrangling on behalf of the biggest band in the literal world and of seeing firsthand the barriers standing in the way of less established artists, as he’s spoken about on multiple occasions; including last year when he talked about the imprint he tried to start many years ago but wasn’t able to get off the ground due to Syco’s lack of cooperation, saying “The kind of artists I was interested in developing- because I genuinely feel that through my experience in 1D, you know, one of the biggest fucking bands, I feel like I’ve learned a lot about the industry- they weren’t ready made. I had a lot of artists I took through the door that were rough and ready, but major labels want to see something that works straight away. I found that a little demotivating.” But maybe the most recent time he talked about it was when he played Copy of a Copy of a Copy for us? If management companies had theme songs, that should certainly be this one’s! I can’t think of one single person I’d rather have on my side as a young artist than Louis, anyone he signs will be so lucky both in the support they get and to get access to the built in audience he brings to anything he touches (that’s us!)-- and there’s no one I’d rather have out there finding new artists for me to listen to, he’s got SUCH a good ear for both what’s truly good and what will sell.

So who will these lucky signees be? I mean first of all it’s clearly wildly premature to speculate about that, but I do see people speculating about two folks in particular-- 1) Liam and 2) Louis himself. I gotta tell you I don’t think either of these is at all likely (or desirable?). Aside from the fact that I don’t think the kind of music Liam makes is at all what Louis is looking to do with his company (nor the fact that Liam is already an established artist) surely it would be really weird and kind of inappropriate for either of them to be the other’s boss? I mean is Liam fine with just handing over control of the business side of his things, yes, but I just don’t think this idea is at all plausible. And as for Louis being his own client-- that’s just not really what management is? I suppose there are ways he could build his company to serve himself but I very much doubt that’s what he means by this at this time; it seems pretty clear to me that he wants to do what he has always wanted to do, to use his loyal fanbase as a way to lift up small indie bands and artists he discovers who have the kind of Brit rock sound he loves.

In any case, if he’s looking for support from high places for his project (not that there was any chance of it being lacking, people KNOW Louis and are always looking to see what he’s doing) being able to point at a half million notes on a casual announcement tweet is a good way to start eh? Indeed, the hype (articles all over and industry people posting about it and commenting) and people posting that they’d love to get involved are already pouring in! I wonder if he talked with Niall about his experience of starting a management company while thinking about this, and whether Louis will also bring in a partner who already works in that field like Niall did.

Meanwhile someone posted a video of a girl blowing out candles on a One Direction cake while arm in arm with a life size Louis cutout and... Zayn’s mom?? Apparently the girl’s mom is friends with Trisha Malik and she and Zayn’s sisters (and neice Zaneyeh!) were at the party-- later they got Zayn on the phone and he facetimed with the starstruck newly 14 year old girl. Louis followed another spon-con account, Charlie Lightening posted a really cute pic of him from DLIBYH video filming, Louis also said oh yeah I’m still working on new merch I’ll let you know about that, though with so little conviction he didn’t even finish the sentence, and Liam’s sister posted about looking forward to sharing their postponed Christmas with him.

#louis tomlinson #should I just start tagging the thing 28 management now?#28 productions?#I know people have a lot of feelings about Louis X Factor judge stint but imo it’s such a big part of what brings us to this #that's life though isn't it #things happen for whatever reason and then later they lead to things that you wouldn't have expected...#ugh nm idk if I can make sense rn my head is killing me #good thing I wrote this earlier #me writing the Lilo part uh oh does this sound like D/S fic discourse listen I can’t help it if Liam just wants someone to take care of him #you should have seen the original version before I was like UHHHH WHOOPS I need to edit this #it said something about probably being happy to yield control to louis I reread and was like OH DEAR WAIT NO #lol #6 mar 21

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quentinbecks · 3 years

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"for one muse to deny the other orgasm" joseph x reader to complete the collection pls and thank u ✧･ﾟ

thank you so much for this one, ash! i went a (slightly)different route/little too self indulgent with this one and added my girl instead of a reader. i actually almost ended this after she gets hers, but that would be rude. this was also a little more sacrilegious, but i got an immediate migraine and took that as a sign lol.

prompt: for one to deny the other an orgasm

pairing: joseph seed x ofc

words: 1.3 k (short and sweet)

warnings: edging, slightly sacrilegious, (male) oral sex, and slight hints of polyseeds

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Charlie had told John in confidence of her doubts about the project; trusted that her partner would keep her secrets safe, but with a Judas kiss he went and told Joseph. And now here she is, receiving a “punishment” that she’s certain God himself would frown upon.

She lies there, sweat soaked and fingers clutching desperately onto cotton sheets. This has been going on for over an hour and the woman finally thinks she has a grasp on the rules; no touching back and no outward signs of pleasure. Either rule is broken and he stops and it all begins again.

Charlie watches as his long fingers dance precariously down her abdomen; the rosary wrapped around his hand dangling between her thighs. She’s pretty sure at this point that despite all his talk of salvation; Joseph wants her to go to hell. And she’s certain if there is one she will because there is no way his god will ever forgive this.

“Please” she grits out, “I don’t think I can take it anymore.”

Joseph leans up, wiping a free falling tear from under her eye. “You need to learn to trust me. That’s why you’re here.” He eyes her; her green eyes dazed and body slackened from exhaustion. “My brother gives you what you want, whenever you want. He’s spoiled you too much, sweet girl.”

Charlie finds herself glaring at the ceiling, wishing that they had made her an angel or had her run a trial; anything would be better than this. She had agreed to this arrangement because she thought her resolve was much stronger than it is; that and her sick attraction to the Father himself.

She feels his fingers slide back down in between her legs, twitching as they roll over her overstimulated bundle of nerves. Peering up, she catches him watching her face; unnerved by his unwavering intensity she has to look away. Charlie tries to focus on anything but the digits that have picked up speed. She wonders if he edges all his doubters or if she’s the only fortunate soul.

“You’re doing so well. I think it’s time, don’t you?”

Her eyes widen at his words; finally, the release she’s been waiting for. “Yes, please” she nods her head wildly. Charlie watches as he sits back on the bed, legs slightly spread as he beckons her towards him.

“Come here.”

She crawls over, stopping to take him in. She wonders how many people have the luck to see him like this. The setting summer sun glistening off his skin combined with his confident stature makes him look like a god and she wants to worship him.

“Can I?” Charlie asks as she reaches out a hand towards him, unwilling to touch without his consent.

Joseph nods, allowing her to slither up his body. Her hand reaches out, fingers tracing over the “lust” tattoo carved above his groin. She secretly hopes he’ll have a third one etched into his flesh soon; the idea of causing him to sin thrilling her.

His hands replace hers, making quick work of his belt to pull his jeans down. Charlie immediately straddles him; both eager to please and to be pleased.

Finally.

She’s not surprised by how easily he slides inside her, her folds slick from prolonged teasing. Her hips immediately start to rock, desperate for that sweet release, only for the older man’s hands to hold her in place.

“Be patient. Do you not trust that I’ll give you what you want?”

No Charlie thinks to herself.

Nevertheless, she nods. “I’m sorry, Joseph. Of course I trust you.”

Joseph’s hands grip onto her hips, moving her body the way he sees fit. The first hint of friction hits her; body twitching as if she’s been struck by a bolt of lightning. The intensity increases as she feels his lips trailing lightly down her neck onto her collarbone. She’s amazed at how he’s able to keep up this slow and steady pace; his self-restraint proving to be enviable.

Charlie doesn’t think she can take anymore when his thumb rolls circles over her clit, her hips moving in sync with his motions. “Please” she throws her head back with a cry, sweat and a stray tear rolling down her flushed cheeks.

Joseph doesn’t respond, he doesn’t need to. She can feel him begin to fuck into her from below, his hips thrusting so intensely she’s practically bouncing on his lap. His eyes never leave her as she squirms around, soft moans falling from her lips.

“Look at me” he commands as she starts to tighten around him. Charlie really doesn’t think she can keep her eyes open; let alone focus on him throughout her orgasm. She manages to obey, though, the look on his face as her eyes flutter open making her unravel

“Fuck” she cries out, her walls clenching around him causing him to let out a hiss. She stills for a moment, her body too exhausted to move or speak.

“Thank you” she sleepily plants a kiss to Joseph’s jaw before moving down to his neck. “Let me take care of you now.”

Charlie slides off his lap, trailing nips and kisses along each one of his scars and tattoos. The muscles in his abdomen twitch as her lips reach his “lust” scar; an earlier source of fixation.

“I should be the one taking care of you.”

She rolls her eyes at Joseph’s unwillingness to not be in control, but she’s pretty sure she’s had her fill of being dominated today. “Relax.” Lightly pushing him back, she takes a firm hold of his cock; her tongue dragging up the shaft in one long stride.

Joseph is lucky she’s not petty; that she won’t inflict the same stops and starts on him, even though the idea is tempting. A light kiss is given to the head, her soft tongue flicking out to swirl around the slit. Looking up through her lashes Charlie watches as the man inhales sharply, his eyes shutting tightly. Wetting her lips, she moves to take him in more, eager to extract similar noises out of him.

She slowly bobs her head as her right hand pumps in time with the movements of her mouth. Charlie feels his hands threading her long waves, pulling them back to be able to watch her better; the act making her moan lightly around him.

Outside of the soft sucking sounds and birds chirping, the room is completely quiet. She hears an intake of breath and feels his hips thrust into her mouth. Trying to keep up with his pace, her cheeks hollow and her left hand digs into his hip. Joseph is only able to keep this speed for so long, the time spent inside her combined with the wetness of her mouth sending him over the edge.

Charlie’s jaw slightly aches from the current momentum; relief washing over when she tastes the familiar salty seed fill her mouth. After giving a few last languid pumps, she pulls up, licking her licks to remove any remnants of the Father.

Crawling back into his lap, she places a lazy, chaste kiss to his pink lips. “I’m sorry for doubting you, Joseph. You’re right. I need to learn to trust people more.”

“All is forgiven.” He kisses her forehead before resting against it. “You’ll still need to atone for your actions. I think sloth is the most fitting for this.” Charlie nods solemnly before moving to get up, but a hand on her elbow stops her.

“Just rest here for now. Atonement can wait.”

Joseph gets up then, forcing her to lie back in the bed. He gets dressed and gives her one final kiss before heading back out to work on his sermons.

“Goodnight, Charlene.”

Charlie just nods, already dozing off. A final thought passes through her mind: was this “lesson” actually for her benefit or his? Either way, she’s grateful.

#this feels weird but I can’t look at it anymore lol #another one that kicked my ass #joseph seed x oc #far cry 5 fic #smut prompts

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bqstqnbruin · 3 years

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For blurb weekend, can i request #37 (you smell so nice) with joel farabee? ❤

Happy blurb weekend!

Tagging: @hotgirlhockey @besthockeyfics @glassdanse @airplaneanon @stlbluesbrat21 @dembenchboys @gotpucks @annedub @stars-canucks @beauvibaby

37. "You smell so nice."

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September, 2018

Freshman weekend meant heading out to the Cape and getting drunk, the unofficial start to the school year that everyone was excited for, one of the only times besides graduation where the entire class would be together. Legend has it that if you kissed someone while the bonfire was burning, you were destined to be with them forever.

You didn’t believe that in the slightest, but your roommate, Charlie, had heard about it from her older brother, who was kissed by a girl when he was sitting by the bonfire and later married her and are now expecting their first child together. Apparently, his best friend also found the love of their life through the kiss at the bonfire, making Charlie believe every word of it.

“It’s just a coincidence,” you tell her, having only heard it from her. You had no reason to assume it was actually a school-wide legend since Charlie was the only one who seemed to know about it. If it really was a true school-wide legend, more people would know.

“I’m telling you, tonight we’re going to meet some guys and we’re going to kiss them, and then we’re going to be in love with them forever.” You sigh, sipping the beer she had thrusted in your hand as she continued to babble, you not listening to her in the slightest.

You looked around the beach, students way more drunk than you, too drunk considering this was an unofficial school event, but who were you to be the fun police and stop everyone from enjoying themselves. Across the fire, you saw a group of boys huddled together, also looking like they were scoping out the crowd of their classmates. You were sure they were the freshmen on the hockey team, following the new signees and the teams standing every year since they last won the national championship when you were 9 years old.

“What about them? Go talk to them,” Charlie encourages you, gesturing over to the hockey players who were apparently already paying attention to you.

“No,” you shake your head, looking into your now almost empty cup. “You can go say hi, I’m going to get more beer.”

The two of you part ways, you heading over to get more alcohol while Charlie goes up to the group of guys, one of them taking immediate interest in her and pulling her off to do what you hoped was something consensual and safe. You didn’t notice another one of them break off from the group and go up to you, however.

“I’m Joel,” he extends his hand out. Judging by the look in his eyes, he was a few drinks in, not too far gone that he wouldn’t remember the night, but just enough that you knew he wasn’t sober in the slightest.

You laugh, shaking his hand and introducing yourself, it feeling weirdly formal considering the state of your surroundings.

“So, uh,” he starts, the two of you walking back over to the bonfire, sitting right where you started with Charlie, “Your friend seems pretty confident.”

“More like desperate,” you say. “She has it in her head that the guy she hooks up with tonight is destined to be her end all, be all man,” you explain.

He looks at you confused, sipping his own drink before he asks, “Do you think that, too?”

“Oh of course!” you tell him, praying that he was catching on to your sarcasm. “Whoever I kiss tonight is going to be planning a wedding with me when we wake up tomorrow.”

He laughs so hard he nearly spits out his beer, both of you unable to control your outburst. You fell into an easy conversation as the night went on. The fire started to die down, Charlie and Joel’s teammate still nowhere in sight, the chill of the sea breeze blowing in and sending a shiver down your spine. Joel notices your shaking, taking off his own jacket and resting it on your shoulders, leaving his arm around and pulling you closer to him for what you had no doubt he would claim was ‘warmth.’ You didn’t mind though. In fact, you liked it.

“You know,” whisper, getting closer to him, “Considering we’ve been sitting by a fire for a few hours, you don’t smell like it. You actually smell really nice.”

“Is that your way of telling me you want me to kiss you? Fulfill your little ‘destiny fantasy?’” he jokes, his forehead pressed against yours as he ghosted your lips.

“Looks like we’ve got a wedding to plan,” you tell him, reaching up to his jaw and cupping his cheek, kissing him. It was soft and sweet at first, feeling him swipe your bottom lip with his tongue, smiling in the kiss.

“I can’t wait.”

January 2020

You didn’t hate BU, but you felt like you were meant to go to Temple, transferring there after your first semester of college and never looking back to Boston. You missed it, though, Boston being very different from Philly, but BU just wasn’t the school for you.

“Wait, so your roommate convinced you to kiss a guy at this bonfire and told you that the two of you would be married in a few years? That’s insane,” Rachel told you when you recounted Freshman Weekend to her. You were out to dinner with some of your friends to ring in the second semester of your sophomore year.

“Oh, I know. I didn’t see Joel the rest of the semester, and something tells me that I’m never going to see him again since, you know, he’s in Boston, I think, and I’m here.”

You go on with your dinner, the restaurant getting more crowded as the night went on. “Hey, don’t look, but there are some really cute guys over there,” Rachel tells you.

Naturally disobeying her, you turn around, gasping when you see who was also looking at you. “Oh, my god,” you mutter to yourself, getting up and going over to him. “Joel, hi,” you greet him, his arms wrapping around you in a warm hug.

“What are you doing here in Philly?” he asks you, pulling away but not letting go of you, searching your face as if the answer to his question was written there.

“I transferred to Temple, like three semesters ago. What are you doing here in Philly?”

“I signed with the Flyers at the beginning of the season.”

You didn’t know what to say. The boy you admittedly been thinking about way too often living in the same city as you, the boy who gave you his jacket during Freshman Weekend that was currently draped along the back of your chair, the boy who, according to legend, was supposed to be the one you ended up spending your life with, was standing in front of you in a different city than the one you met in.

“I guess we really are planning a wedding,” you joke, referencing the night you met.

“How about I take you on a date, first?” he suggests, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“Deal.”

#joel farabee #joel farabee imagines #blurb weekend 521 #philadelphia flyers #philadelphia flyers imagines

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So I watched 10.09 recently, and it has that part where Dean tells a story about him basically being almost roofied as a teen, but somehow it ends up framed as the funny joke and yet another proof that John "did what he could", and I kind of hate this? And it's the same episode in which MoC!Dean killed guys that kidnapped and tried to rape Claire, and you'd think writers would've addressed the parallels and acknowledge that Dean could've been triggered by this situation. 1/2

2/2 But in the end, it's never addressed, and the whole situation is framed as the proof that Dean is evil now. And I'm not even sure what I am trying to say, but with that being the show's approach back in s10, I'm not surprised about the finale anymore. Guess we should've known?

That’s an excellent angle to look at the issue because the Mark of Cain arc is a clear example of how people with different experiences will see the same thing in wildly different ways. There’s this phase of season 10 where everyone is like “oh no Dean is Getting Worse” and when you look at what Dean is doing... you actually go “...good for him”.

Let’s give Caesar what belongs to Caesar. It’s not “the writers” in this case, it’s Dabb. Plenty of other writers don’t fall into this John apologism thing. Just look at how the episode before Lebanon, written by Buckner and Ross Leming, says that sometimes John would temporarily kick Dean out because he was “pissed at him” despite Dean always taking his side to mantain the peace. It almost seems like a statement to sprinkle some salt given what Dabb does in Lebanon, you know? Maybe not, but there is a tension between “John was shitty” writers and “John did his best” writers.

In hindsight, we gave Dabb too much of the benefit of the doubt. We were like, weeell, that’s supposed to be way the characters perceive the truth, which is distorted by the trauma... But now it’s obvious that he truly believed in the John-did-his-best version. He brought him back and got Mary back with him. No matter what happened to the finale, the network didn’t print those pictures of John and Mary to hang on Sam’s wall. He never took Dean’s abuse seriously and it shows.

The “anedocte” of Dean getting drugged and “saved” by John from being raped is obviously there to parallel him with Claire. Which works! It’s so weird because it’s like. You are soooo close to getting the point. Younger Dean was assaulted just like this teenage girl is assaulted and Dean saves her... but apparently John yelling at those people is a good way of dealing with the issue, while murdering child traffickers is an overraction thus bad.

That’s the problem, isn’t it? That Dean’s murder spree is framed as an overreaction. Sam is like “tell me you had to do this! tell me it was you or them!” - the answer to which (by the narrative) is obviously no, it wasn’t self defense, he just killed them because he could. He just murdered those men for no reason except he felt like being murdery. And the audience is supposed to be like “oh no! Dean is murdery for no reason except for murderiness! That’s bad!”.

But it’s a power fantasy, isn’t it? Going on a murder spree on rapists and traffickers. I bet any people who’s been violated like that has fantasized of doing the exact thing Dean does here. Killing them all.

Dean had the physical strength and skill to kill them all, why shouldn’t he kill them? (I mean, in real life I’m against private justice because I’m a fan of the state of law, but the Supernatural universe obviously works on different principles than the state of law. Again, it’s a fictional narrative that plays out as a fantasy for the audience, so.)

So what was Dabb’s intention? I’m afraid it’s the worst one. “John Winchester’s not going to win any Number One Dad awards, you know? But, you know, damn if he wasn’t there when we needed him”. What the fuck, Dabb? It’s been established since season 1 that John WASN’T there when they needed him. Which... I’m afraid... leads us to the Cas-Claire plot in the episode. Cas has fucked off with Jimmy’s body leaving Claire on her own. Parallels how John wasn’t going to win wny Number One Dad awards. But! Cas is there when Claire Really Needs Him i.e. when she’s about to be raped by older men. Parallels how John was there when Dean Really Needed Him i.e. when he was about to be raped by older men.

I think the point is to say, Cas kinda sucked because he took Claire’s dad away but hey! He’s actually a good figure for Claire because he gets there in time to prevent her from being raped. Just like (ew) John kinda sucked as a father because hunting and stuff, but hey! He’s actually a good figure for Dean because he got there in time to prevent him from being raped.

It’s pretty yucky. Literally NOBODY wanted a parallel between Cas and John. But he made one. And he made one to absolve Cas from the guilt he carried for what he did to Claire (Claire’s mother is a mother so who fucking cares about her. She’s basically a Blurry Wife(TM), she’s only a tool for Claire’s arc, Cas apparently only cares about the harm he did the child, not the wife, for some reason.) and to absolve Cas from his guilt it absolves John too. Don’t worry, being a parent is hard. You often screw up. But you can *looks at smudged writing on hand* prevent the kid from being raped by predatory adults and everything’s fine now.

It’s not really important if the child suffered hunger or whatever, the only important thing is that they don’t get raped, because that’s bad, everything else is just a little detail.

All Dabb got with that scene was to paint Sam as extremely unsympathetic because he’s no longer a child, he’s a full adult now and still thinks of that episode at the CBGB as a funny story. That’s not a good look. It almost makes you think that the writer himself saw it as a funny story. Lol teenage boy biting more than he can chew. But then why the Claire parallel? The Claire scene onviously is not supposed to be anything but horrific. I'll give Dabb the benefit of the doubt on this specific thing.

It’s weird, yes, because Dabb wrote Dark Side of the Moon where he establishes that John was a bad husband/father even before tragedy hit the family. But apparently that’s the “not going to win any Number One Dad awards” part, I suppose? I guess he intended to write John as this flawed, ~complex~ figure who was imperfect but still brave and whatever blah blah did his best blah blah. I’m all for flawed complicated characters but a horrible father is a horrible father. A rose by any other name... parental abuse is still parental abuse even if the poor guy was complicated and traumatized and did what he thought he had to do to prepare his sons for a violent world.

Also, the story frames Dean’s escapade as a teenager being stupid. “You know what he got for that? Me whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him that I hated him. But then he stopped and turned around looked at me and said, Son, you don’t like me? That’s fine. It’s not my job to be liked.” “It’s my job to raise you right.” This seems straight from a novel about teenagers doing something stupid that they’re too young to realize that their parents are right to be against them doing. But this isn’t just... a parent walking into a bar to stop their child to drink alcohol. Dean literally describes feeling sick from something that was inside the alcohol.

Sure, it makes sense that he’d lash out to John because of the shame and shock. But the scene is... off. Are we supposed to see this as a typical teenage mistake? Are we supposed to read it as something as horrific as what happened to Claire, literally sold into rape? Or, worse, are we supposed to see what happened to Claire as a teenage mistake, ah silly teenager, blindly trusting shady people, no wonder you end up in a situation where you’d get raped if a father figure didn’t sweep in and save you. I hope that wasn’t the intent.

To get back to Dean’s Mark-of-Cain violence, the writers clearly didn’t intend it to come from the Darkness up to a certain point. It was supposed to an arc about your own inner darkness (consider the Charlie episode, a couple episodes later). Then they came up with the idea of The(TM) Darkness, the suppressed cosmic feminine. While it caused a bit of dissonance in the subtext, it doesn’t really change Dean’s narrative, because his inner darkness is the trauma, and his trauma is inherebtly tied to the “feminine” i.e. the parts of him that don’t fit seamlessly into the scheme of toxic masculinity values. That the violence that comes from the Mark of Cain comes from Dean himself and that’s it, or is connected to the Darkness, it doesn’t change what it means for Dean. Dean and Amara have parallel histories, the feminine principle locked away, the trauma the anger stems from.

In 10x09 we’re still in the Before The (TM) Darkness era, before the suppressed cosmic feminine. The Mark of Cain arc is still about... well, Cain. But the shift is the signal that someone looked at Dean’s arc and said... you know what? “Lucifer gave me this curse so now I’m demonic and murdery” is meh. “Toxic masculinity suppresses the feminine and it creates trauma which rage and violence comes from” is more interesting. I don’t know whose idea it was, but it was a good idea, and surely the idea came from seeing how Dean’s MoC narrative was unfolding.

Dean’s MoC narrative was unfolding in a certain way, in fact, because of a pretty simple reason. There’s a fundamental tension in Dean’s MoC arc. We want him to go murdery, but it’s also our main character, so we don’t want him to do really horrible things because he still needs to be relatable. The audience cannot hate him, so he must NOT do something entirely unforgivable. He still needs to be somewhat relatable, even when demonic or demonic-adjacent.

So he goes on a murder spree... but it’s rapists and child traffickers. He’s demon, but he kills a misogynistic dude that wanted his wife dead for cheating on him. He’s a demon, but beats up dudes that harass women. He does a slaughter, but they’re nazi. He’s off the deep end, but works a case of kidnapped and abused young women...

Speaking of which. 10x23, written by Jeremy Carver. Dean works a case where a girl was killed while dressed scantily and Dean makes some slut-shaming remarks, and we’re supposed to think “whoa Dean, that’s bad”. But later he confronts the girl’s father and what does he say?

I’m just doing my job, Mr. McKinley.

By suggesting my daughter was a slut?

I’ll admit that thought crossed my mind. Then I came here, and I smelled the deceit and the beatings and the shame that pervade this home.

You shut your face right now.

And you know what? I don’t blame Rose anymore. No wonder she put on that skank outfit and went out there looking for validation, right into the arms of the monster that killed her.

Back then the episode was super controversial and everyone hated the case because of the apparent slut-shaming but I loved it! Because it’s not about the girl. It’s about Dean. Dean doesn’t think that a girl gets killed because she dresses in a miniskirt so it’s her fault. Dean is projecting on himself and he’s not actually victim blaming the girl, he’s victim blaming himself. And when he absolves the girl by putting the blame on the father... well, subtextually he’s absolving himself by putting the blame on his father. On the deceit and the beatings and the shame that pervaded his own home. He’s textually not ready to absolve himself, of course, he summons Death to ask him to kill him later, but subtextually he’s on the right path.

Rose McKinley basically did the same mistake Dean did at the CBGB when he trusted some older people who offered him drinks and the same mistake Claire did when she trusted a man who sold her for money because he offered him a place and stability. She trusted the wrong people (in this case, vampires, which adds the whole subtext of vampires and sexuality) who took advantage of her. Except Rose had no one to save her. (Her friend, Crystal, gets rescued by Dean, even if he causes the other hunter Rudy to die in the process.)

Carver’s writing is pretty brutal. The girl made that mistake because was abused at home, so she was desperate for validation and that desperation drove her into the wrong hands. (Rose even has a brother who blames himself for bringing her sister to her future murderers, destructive sibling relationship check.) It doesn’t actually even matter if Dean guessed right about Rose’s family situation, because what matters is what it tells us about Dean. He basically relates to a dead abused girl. Actually all through the season Dean is paralleled to “skanks” “sluts” and sex workers. Obviously this happens kinda all through the show, the whole “the business is based on absent fathers” thing happened much earlier in the story, so it’s not new. But s10 draws a picture of female suffering - abuse, manipulation and death. Season 10 was difficult to go through. In hindsight, it was probably on purpose because it was supposed to be darkest hour of the feminine. Summed with some good old fashioned misogyny, but hey.

The Carver era was wonky but Carver wanted to free the feminine. (I believe that Mary’s comeback, while written by Dabb because of the showrunner shift, was planned before the showrunner shift.) We thought the Dabb era wanted the same, with Mary choosing life and Amara being independent and so on, but it evidently wasn’t the case. Not a single woman arrives at end of the story. It’s hardly ~Bucklemming or ~the network or ~covid because it starts before the very end.

I’m not saying that dead sluts are more feminist than living women, but if the women die or disappear anyway (and they did) I’d rather have an exploration of trauma than nothing. And I definitely prefer a dead slut narrative that calls out parental abuse than a narrative where women live but abuse gets the you-did-your-best treatment.

Whoops! I digressed! But feel free to ask for any clarification or send me any observation or thought.

#anon #my spn thoughts #season 10 #spn 10x09 #spn 10x23 #dean and john #parental abuse #john winchester's a+ parenting #mark of cain #demon dean #spn #i love talking about season 10 uh

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