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JATP Season 2 Wishlist

that i wrote in my notes app back in:

and realized i never posted it here? tbf i'm rarely on tumblr. but because i really miss them rn i want to share my ✨ brainrot ✨ that i had back when i thought they were getting a renewal.

Carrie Wilson

she was my biggest flaw in Season 1. I wish her "redemption arc" is fleshed out more in Season 2; give her either more context & backstory to validate her reason for unnecessarily antagonizing Julie, or screentime to properly address how she's just projecting an emotion completely different into bitterness and anger into Julie's recovery

show particularly her earlier dynamic w/ Flynn and Julie? Maybe as Flynn calls her out, we'd get flashback glimpses prior to Rose's death (maybe even Double Trouble temporarily being Triple Threat 👉🏽👈🏽)

for some reason i'm picturing a scene where she's in her dance studio (she has one in their mansion, of course) practicing some of her Dirty Candy routine when she keeps messing up and not in the right mindset to keep dancing. i feel like the best (maybe easiest but whatever) way to guide the audience into her artist mind is to make her be a perfectionist. in frustration, she blows up for a minute before slumping onto the ground and reminisces her fun times with Julie & Flynn

also when you have her develop, please don't make her lose her femininity and the bubblegum pop music, it's great

Old Songs Resurfacing

it'll prove how detailed & thorough you are as a screenwriter if you pay off the songs mentioned in Season 1 in passing to be actual songs in Season 2

Unreleased: Get Lost, Long Weekend, Crooked Teeth, My Name is Luke, and if that riff from the scene in EP. 5 that spurred on the Bobby reveal isn't from one of these songs, add that too

Demo Album: Late Last Night, Lakeside Reflection, In Your Starlight

Willex

imagine your queer couple gets to have their first kiss first than your het main couple, not only will that settle Madi & Charlie's statements about being uncomfortable in doing a kissing scene and maintaining the priority of Juke's emotional over physical relationship, it would also make an powerful statement

Reggie's Character Arc

i know that he initially had an arc that involved a romance with Flynn but because of the ages of who they casted, they scrapped it and didn't have time to rewrite the scripts for him as filming neared, so they have time to adapt to how jeremy portrayed him for season 2: a lovable dork who craves familial love

since there's a possibility that lifers can now see the boys, maybe some found family trope for Reggie and Ray Molina?

he has pretty much formed a parasocial relationship with him at this point

so why not instead of a love interest, Reggie can have his character arc develop & we see his family before thru flashbacks and paralleling those in the current times because he sees Ray as a father figure

picture this: it's raining, Bobby opens the garage door to the sound of knocking, the boys find Reggie soaking wet and out of breath when he tries to say he doesn't know where else to go then the boys immediately figure out another fight in the Peters household happened. Reggie tries to talk again when Alex (because even though they're the airhead-sarcastic duo, they know they love each other) runs up to hug him and tells the other he doesn't have to say anything

cut to a freshly showered Reggie, quietly watching tv with Bobby, Luke, and Alex in the garage, eating whatever

also a solo acoustic country song, pls. just to make him happy

The Aftermath of the Deaths

for both the boys and Rose

we get parallels about how Bobby dealt with trauma and grief to Julie

like, the reason why the clothes are still in there (are to have costume changes for the boys) is because Bobby immediately moved out of the house (therefore also the garage) and left the clothes there because he couldn't bear to burn it, or visit the boys' houses to break the news to their families and return the clothes, or donate it somewhere so he just...left it. it would make for a more solid reason (for costume changes) and an emotional context as to how Bobby really tried to forget them because it was "easier."

it would also make sense why Carrie and Julie ended up friends. Rose probably was there for Bobby when they discovered what happened at the alleyway, so they stayed friends over the years and had their respective families but still kept in touch, (bonus points if absolutely nothing romantic happened between them! yay to normalizing platonic male-female relationships) and why Rose would immediately think of Bobby's three late bandmates to send for Julie when she was on her deathbed

Bobby never really "moved on" (because grief is a really complex thing). it's showed that he has a therapist and everything, and this could definitely have some aftereffects on his daughter. Carrie growing up seeing her father be this amazing rockstar but a negligent father and only showing love in ways she doesn't need (like riches and fame and connections to the music industry) because he's actually a really lonely man on the inside and no one can see that except for Bobby's spouse and Carrie. it'd explain why Carrie is spoiled, and other negative character traits that Carrie has on the surface

it's even why Bobby changed his name to Trevor: 1) Bobby is so closely associated to Sunset Curve and it's an absolute pain to be reminded of that every day, 2) it's a stage name and artists really do get that

More Worldbuilding

they already had some pretty creative concepts/ideas in the first season, so why not expand/expound on them a bit more

the instruments are attached to their souls that's why the boys at first can only touch them, like how Willie's skateboard and helmet are attached to him

which is why when they attach themselves to the world of the present, they gather up energy and focus on touching tangible things like the picture frame

this may follow the logic toward the end where they are finally able to touch Julie because she has become attached to their souls. emotionally.

More Creative Collaboration

i believe in the principle that when a story is finally released/published/told to the world, the world shares it. this is also visible in film/tv where when the scripts are finished and actors receive them, the story becomes part of theirs to work on. which means that they have some sort of autonomy over their characters' motivations, a chance to be heard of their ideas and pitches, and why some certain scenes wouldn't work, etc etc. it doesn't just become the director's story nor the screenwriters'.

the actors' ideas such as Perfect Harmony and their solos from Nothing to Lose are great because they let them in. they took risks, and it paid off incredibly well. more of that please. have them be a part of the writing process, (also the story), but never forget what made the music production great in the first place. be coherent and don't be like others that let too many hands work on one piece—it will lose its sound, its identity.

Julie Knowing

that Nick is possessed by Caleb. ohmygOD. hear me out.

the same S1 ending will play somewhere in 2x01, but it will be revealed that Julie was watching through the window the entire time and when she opens the door to receive the flowers, that last look she gives him is actually her scheming.

determined to get Nick back, imagine The Promised Neverland's level of mindgames Julie could play with Caleb because we already know our girl's smart

Free Willie Willie's Freedom

since the boys feel indebted to Willie's help, they insist on helping him too with getting rid of Caleb's stamp

maybe through his connection with Alex? or maybe Willie's family or friends who are still lifers (which is unlikely but either way). he needs to be saved !!

Song Sequences Ideas

juke counter melody duet like Rini's "Even When/The Best Part," Shane & Mitchie's "Wouldn't Change a Thing," or dodie & Jon Cozart's "a love song/a non love song"

emotional carrie ballad paired with lyrical hiphop choreo

willex song - i absolutely have no idea where this could go directionally but maybe alex on an acoustic guitar with a really soft sweet tune

reprises of S1 songs but in the complete opposite of their original style (the fandom's lonelier All Eyes on Me version, i see u)

nick guitar solo - just because Sacha actually plays, idk how it'd fit in to the plot yet but hey

Nothing to Lose (Reprise) - back in the '90s, a producer manipulates Bobby to sign a record deal to become a star but on one condition: disassociate himself with Sunset Curve, to which he first declines until he slowly gets persuaded. (sort of like Todrick Hall's So Lucky to Be You meets Lyn Lapid's Producer Man)

"So how about it, Bobby Shaw? Do we have a deal?"

"Trevor."

"I'm sorry?"

"Call me Trevor Wilson."

i'm pretty sure someone made an animatic with this idea too but i cannot for the life of me find it !!

7. Season 2 starts the same way as Season 1 does before the opening song plays

Black screen that reads a text "Hollywood 1995"

a pan down to the Orpheum's overhead sign that reads "SUNSET CURVE SOLD OUT"

cut to the interior with Rose finishing up her cleaning when a stage manager calls out: "Sunset Curve!" to which Bobby abruptly stops his pacing back and forth to look up. he and Rose look at each other. music swells until...

cut to him running onto the alleyway, "are they still not finished eating? those gluttons are dead to me i swear—" he cuts off his own words when he sees the boys getting dragged onto stretchers. but we, the audience, don't see it. just a close up of bobby as the ambulance lights reflects his face. rose comes up behind him, still clutching their t-shirt.

[i honestly have no idea if Bobby should get on stage because it just proves Luke's theory of The Orpheum's opening bands eventually becoming big & successful so it'll explain the Trevor Wilson fame even though at first he only did it for the boys, or if he shouldn't because according to the article Julie googled he ran away immediately after they were pronounced in the scene] but either way, this is how the opening starts.

then it progresses to Rose and Bobby respectively having children so they could parallel each other blah blah

8. Julie plays a simple song on the piano while the guys watch her in awe

Storytelling through Props

let's dive deep into Rose's luggage/suitcase and use the props to head for Julie's emotional attachment with them

they already did it with the wardrobe: Rose wears the black leather vest in the pilot while Julie wears the same thing in EP 6

add depth to the characters' relationships like us finding out Julie's multilayered necklace is actually a gift from Carrie or something

SOYON ANN YOU'RE A GIFT FROM GOD. Bobby's necklace is present in both young and old!him

**Rose in flashback scenes should be wearing clothes we've already seen Julie in Season 1 just for greater effect.

The Bobby Conflict

definitely needs to be brought up again by Season 2; they only discarded somewhere in the middle because more pressing matters like the boys' existence blipping away was pushed to the forefront of the story

however, The Bobby Conflict changes. it'll be cleared up that he was offered a record deal as a solo artist by a manipulative producer. and given that the poor boy is only 17 (too, maybe), he agrees. what he doesn't know is the contract's fine print: giving up Sunset Curve's royalties

that information clears it up to the audience and the band, so the conflict becomes this: Bobby's Survivor's Guilt. god wouldn't that be so good tackling that in a kids'/family show.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #alex mercer #carrie wilson #bobby wilson #trevor wilson #willie #bobby shaw #ray molina #carlos molina #rose molina #flynn taylor #uranus

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nuclearanomaly · 10 months

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Bookshop AU - The All Saint's Party Incident: Outfits

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colleendoran · 1 year

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How Do I Do Stuff

The question was phrased a little strangely, and I don't want to embarrass the person by posting exactly what was said, but I'll answer it and hope this clears everything up.

I do almost all of my drawing by hand. No, I don't trace in Photoshop. Not a judgment on those who do, but I come from a generation of artists who did not use Poser programs or other digital tools. We learned to draw using a technique called the Sight Size method. I know a lot of people assume everyone - including the old masters - traced everything using optical tools, but while it is true some people did, it is just as true that most didn't, and you can draw with great accuracy if you learned how to draw the old fashioned way.

Sight Size breaks everything down into its barest components of geometric shapes and you build from there. Once you learn it, you never forget, and it applies to everything you will ever draw.

I learned it using a set of Famous Artist Course books my mom had since she was a kid, and they are still the gold standard. They're often on ebay. If I were you, I'd buy them.

I actually find using figure reference really annoying because I like exaggerations and modifications from reality in my final work.

This page from Neil Gaiman's Chivalry was drawn and painted without figure reference of any kind.

I don't know why people assume I trace all the time. If you were to try to use photographs to replicate these figures, you would find they are slightly off. There is no tracing here.

This is not to say I never use reference. This page, for example, was referenced from a photo of my mother. Isn't she pretty.

But this page of Sir Galaad was drawn and painted without reference.

He's pretty, too.

If he were real, I'm sure a lot of people would be very happy about it. But he's not. And had I reference, the art would have gone a lot faster. I had a time trying to nail this face that is very alive in my head but doesn't really exist.

Back in the ancient days, all cartoonists had to learn to draw and paint extemporaneously because reference was limited and digital tools didn't exist. While some high end artists had photography studios and professional models with costume and sets on hand, small fry like me were limited to what was in the house or available at my small local library, which was no bigger than a few rooms of my current house.

Artists kept extensive "morgue files" or "swipe files" which were collected from magazine clippings and photographs so we would have as much of what we might need on hand for quick reference. These ephemera collections could get unwieldy. I have thousands of photographs I've simply never sorted. I finally dumped most of my files this past year.

Have I ever traced anything? Of course, especially if I have to re-use a shot or setting over and over. Making extra work for myself is just silly. It's my job to make pictures, not to perform magical feats, like copying one shot after another over and over without making a mistake.

However, for almost 15 years of my career, I refused to copy or trace anything, and did not even own a lightbox. On the one hand, that forced me to learn to carefully examine what I saw. On the other hand, it was a stupid hill on which many deadlines died.

Only after I realized many professional artists had lightboxes and overhead projectors did I finally break down and get one.

The one thing I use my lightbox for more than anything is for tracing my thumbnail sketches to the final drawing paper. Instead of trying to capture the liveliness of the original sketch by copying what I see - only bigger - I blow the thumbnail up to the size I want the final art to be, then I trace over the thumbnail using a lightbox onto the final drawing paper.

Here's a look at thumbnails from the graphic novel Neil Gaiman's Snow, Glass, Apples.

I enlarged these on my computer to fit onto 11"x14" paper, and traced the thumbs before finishing the art which was drawn in pen and ink and colored in Photoshop.

While I obviously made some changes, the essence of the thumbs is there in the final work. Tracing my thumbs retains some of the looseness of the original sketches, which is often lost otherwise.

So, there is a valid purpose to tracing at times, though in my opinion, too much tracing can weaken drawing ability, substitute for developing skills, and make the work kind of stiff.

If you want to, I'm not your judge. But it's weird to me that people think I must be faking my skills in some way.

Ironically, the word cartoon comes from the Italian word cartone, which is a large heavy sheet of paper - also, the origin of the word carton.

Preparatory sketches were made on this paper which was then transferred to the final work surface via either tracing or by stamping little holes in the paper through which dust was sprinkled, recreating the contours of the drawing for the artist to follow.

So the origin of the word cartoon comes from a process often used...for tracing.

#snow glass apples #chivalry #neil gaiman #drawing

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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter twenty-three: The School Festival.

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Finally, after all that practice the day of the school festival finally arrived. Everyone was running around getting ready for the performance.

"Here you go," Mina said handing you the costume for the performance.

"What is this?!" You asked, looking at the costume horrified.

"It's the outfit we all are wearing for the performance! What's wrong?" She asked.

"These are so cheesy and over the top! I'm not wearing this!" You complained.

"Oh, suck it up! You can change after the performance if you want! Besides- they are orange, isn't that Bakugo's favorite color," Mina said giving you a playful wink and nudge.

"Cut it out!" You yelled as a blush ignited on your face.

"Fine- but hurry up it's almost time!" She urged you as she ran around handing the costumes to the rest of everyone.

Regrettably, you changed into the costume and took a look in the mirror. It looked ridiculous and you hated the thought of walking out on stage in it. You pulled out your phone to check the time- only 10 more minutes before show time- butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You wondered if Katsuki was feeling nervous as well.

You unlocked your phone to send him a quick message.

These costumes are hideous. Can't believe they are making me wear this thing. Ha, you got a uniform too? Yup, bright orange and blinding. Are you feeling nervous? Of course not. You better not be either. We're gonna murder these dumbasses. See you out there. You smiled and placed your phone back in your pocket.

"Alright everyone ready!" Mina called and gathered up the rest of the girls to make their way to the stage.

Your nerves caused everything to be a bit of a blur. Before you knew it Katsuki had let out an explosion that started the performance and you let yourself go on autopilot remembering all the dance moves.

After a while you tried to steal a glance at Katsuki during the performance causing you to slip up on one of the moves.

Mina gave you a pointed glare indicating for you to focus up. You followed through, stopped trying to steal glances, and stayed focused for the rest of the performance. At the conclusion, everyone cheered and seemed overwhelmed by the performance. However, you were just excited that it was over with.

Afterward, you were all helping to clean up the mess from the special effects of the show.

"You did really great up there, Bakugo," you spoke walking up and handing him some ice to explode.

"Tch- thanks... you weren't so bad yourself," he mumbled, causing a blush to form on your face.

"Hey, you two!" Eijiro said excitedly. "I heard there are some obstacle courses and races at the festival! Want to check them out?"

'"Ha! You already know you're not going to be able to beat me shitty hair!" Katsuki said grinning at Eijiro.

"Oh, I'm gonna do my best! Come on, let's go then! We're pretty much all finished up here," Eijiro said waving his arm for you both to follow him.

You joined the two boys and couldn't help but laugh at their competitiveness. The two of them competed on every obstacle course and race there was at the festival. Even the silly carnival games.

"Here-," Katsuki grumbled, shoving a teddy bear into your arms. He beat Eijiro at another carnival game and was rewarded with a plush toy as a prize. "I don't need that," he said before turning away to join Eijiro at another game.

Even though he turned away just as quickly as he shoved the toy into your hands, you didn't miss the pink tint that painted Katsuki's cheeks as he did.

As you three made your way through the festival you came across the haunted house that the general studies class had put together.

"Hey let's go!" You said excitedly, pointing to the haunted house.

"Tch- no way!" Katsuki barked.

"Aw come on it'll be fun!" Eijiro pleaded.

"I said no!" Katsuki yelled.

"What are you scared or something, man?" Eijiro teased his friend.

"HAH? Of course not! I just don't want to risk popping my quirk off by accident dumb ass," Katsuki explained.

You suddenly had a scene play out in your head of Katsuki getting jumped scared and instinctively using his quirk and exploding the whole haunted house. You squeezed the stuffed bear in your arms while you thought of an idea to help Katsuki.

"Here," you spoke and reached out your hand to grab Katsuki's.

Katsuki's eyes widened as he watched you interlace your fingers in his, "What the hell are you doing?!" he said angrily, as a full blush spread on his face. Despite his complaint, he didn't pull his hand away.

"Well, this way you'll have to pull your hand away from mine before using your quirk, and by that time, you'll be able to remind yourself it's not a real threat," You explained.

"Oh, great idea! Come one Bakugo let's go please!" Eijiro begged.

Katsuki's face scrunched up as he looked at your hand holding his, despite his best efforts to look annoyed the blush on his face told a different story. "Fine whatever- if you two want to go that bad let's just get it over with."

You three entered the maze, and to everyone's relief, Katsuki was not agitated into exploding the whole maze. However, while walking through Shinso popped out from the top of the ceiling giving you both a good startle.

You and Eijiro screamed and immediately began to laugh. Katsuki's grip tightened on your hand, and as he was startled, mini explosions came off his fingers before he relaxed again.

"Sorry...," He muttered to you and tried to pull his hand away.

You laughed off his apology and gripped his hand tighter refusing to let him escape your grasp, "It didn't even hurt don't worry about it Bakugo."

"Come on guys I see the end!" Eijiro called excitedly, back to you both.

You both hurried and made your way out of the maze. Eijiro glanced at you two still holding hands, provoking Katsuki to pull his hand away and enticing another blush on both your faces.

"Let me see," Katsuki demanded looking at your hand.

"I said it's fine don't worry about it," you said hiding your hand from him.

"Uh oh- did you accidentally let off an explosion?" Eijiro asked.

"Tch- I told you both it was a dumb Idea! Now don't be so stubborn," Katsuki said agitated, and made a grab for your hand. He carefully inspected your hand in his, and Eijiro made his way over to take a peek.

"I don't see anything," Eijiro said after a moment of gazing at your palm.

"Told you- I barely even felt it Bakugo, stop worrying," you said gently pulling your hand away.

"Fine- are you idiots about done with this dumb festival? The sun's going down now," Katsuki noted.

Eijiro let out a yawn, "Yeah I think that was everything I wanted to do."

You nodded in agreement, "Yeah I'm ready to head back to the dorms."

You three made the walk back to the dorms as the sun began to set. You gripped the teddy bear in your arms the whole walk back playing with the soft ears and arms.

"Awe you gave it to them Bakugo?! That's so sweet," Eijiro said observing you playing with the bear.

"Shut up shitty hair!" Katsuki grumbled stuffing his hands deep into his pockets.

Eijiro laughed at his friend's grumpiness. "Alright alright, sorry~."

You three walked into the common room and Eijiro stopped a moment. "Well, I'm uh- gonna go upstairs then. See you both later," he said awkwardly and tried to make an exit.

"Hu? What the hell are you doing we are going the same way dumb ass," Katsuki said, confused by his friend trying to leave you both behind.

"Oh uh- yeah I know I just thought..." Eijiro said awkwardly playing with his fingers and looking away from you both.

"Thought what? Spit it out Kirishima!?" Katsuki urged.

"I uh- just thought that you two would um- want to say good night without me here," Eijiro answered.

Katsuki's eyes widened and his lips pressed together in surprise at his friend's words.

Eijiro's words had left you frozen as well. Had he noticed something going on between you and Katsuki? Did that mean that Katsuki felt the same way about you that you did about him? Being lost in thought and overwhelmed by this information prevented you from saying anything, and it was too late when you noticed Katsuki anxiously searching your expression for an answer.

He wanted you to speak up and say what he couldn't. No matter how accurate Eijiro's assumptions had been- Katsuki couldn't bring himself to admit it. So, he waited for you to do what he couldn't- until the silence became too much for him.

"Tch- don't be dumb shitty hair," Katsuki said, finally turning away from you "Good night," Katsuki called to you as he walked away. Although it was just two short words- they felt as though they were laced with venom and a deep sadness.

Eijiro looked at you with his puppy eyes expression before he took off following his friend, leaving you alone squeezing the teddy bear in your arms.

"Hey man wait up!" Eijiro called as he caught up to Katsuki.

"The fuck was that all about Kirishima? Why did you have to make that shit so weird!" Katsuki barked at his friend. The hum of the elevator buzzed louder as it made its way up to the boys' rooms.

"I was just trying to be polite! I thought-," Eijiro began to say.

"Well, you thought wrong!" Katsuki said angrily, his hands were tight fists in his pockets.

"Oh, come on, can you blame me? You gave them a cute teddy bear- and held their hand in the maze-"

"SHUT UP!" Katsuki yelled and stormed out of the elevator as it opened to their floor.

"Hey man, why are you so mad about this?" Eijiro asked following his friend.

"Because- it's not like that, you're making something out of nothing," Katsuki said swinging his door open.

"I don't think so man- they were so happy when you gave them that bear," Eijiro argued.

"Tch- then why- never mind good night," Katsuki said and attempted to close his door, but Eijiro stuck his hand out holding it open.

"Why what Bakugo?" Eijiro urged.

"Forget it!" Katsuki yelled.

"Come on man tell me!"

"Ugh- isn't it obvious! They didn't say anything just now because they didn't want you to leave me alone with them. I'm not an idiot." Katsuki exclaimed.

"No man- they were just nervous. Why don't you go back down and talk to them?" Eijiro suggested.

"HAH! Not gonna happen," Katsuki laughed and successfully slammed his door this time.

Eijiro let out a sigh and made his way to his own room.

Tags: @anon-mouse223 @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @sikuthealien @queenpiranhadon @melrs21 @poemzcheng @kazuumii @bakunianadecorazon @ur-crusty-uncle @reads-stuff-quietly @chixkadee @perfectsukii @faetoraa @fem-weeb @nagicats @lees-chaotic-brain @maelibo @zanarkandskylines

Thank you all for reading and following the story! I can’t believe there’s only one more chapter left 🤭~

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astyrial · 6 months

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old souls meet spencer reid x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: fbi's annual halloween party word count: 840 warnings: mention of alcohol, a day late because i forgot i wrote this masterlist | requests are open

"i hate company part-"

"yes, we all know you hate company parties. but today they're also naming williamson as head of department so we're going to make the most of it, miss astronaut," your coworker, sarah, gives you a smile while grabbing ahold of your hand to pull you into the party.

you walk behind her slowly, your lips curled into a disappointing frown. the whole party is lit with green lighting and a punch that is likely spiked and spilling with dry ice. you free your hand from sarah's and quickly tell her over the noise that you'll be getting a drink.

that drink becomes water as you smell the alcohol coming from the punch, not wanting to get drunk with your coworkers. you open a plastic water bottle and take a quick drink while you wait for your supervisor to receive his raise so that you can leave. your hope is that it'll start in less than ten minutes and then end in five. however, most things don't go to your liking.

however, it's a little better as you notice a fellow agent lingering by the water bottles with you. his slender hands grab one of the bottles near you and he stands a couple of feet away. you would be stupid to say he isn't handsome, in an awkwardly adorable kind of way.

"sally ride, right?"

"excuse me, what did you say?"

"your costume, you're dressed as sally ride, right? first american woman to travel to space? i loved the physics work that she did for the university of california," he mentions, taking a step towards you.

you give him a wide smile, nodding your head, "yes, you're the first one to get it! i love her and almost became an astronaut because of her, so i had to," you look at his outfit and determine it to be one of the doctors from doctor who.

compared to most fans, you weren't the most knowledgeable, but you did know a couple of things. "and you must be david tennant's doctor for the show doctor who! the sideburns and the sonic screwdriver circa the tenth period give it away a little," you look down at the scarily accurate sonic screwdriver before meeting his eyes again.

"quite right! the name is spencer reid, i'm part of the behavioral analysis unit. gosh, great to see someone here who knows what costume this is. which you seemingly relate to," spencer holds out his hand, letting you shake it as his eyes search yours.

his brown, hazelish, eyes can't seem to take themselves off of as you bring your hand to your side once more. you nod, shrugging your shoulders a little before taking another drink from your water. "right? i only really came to watch williamson's announcement, and i had this from a past halloween, so.."

spencer nods, understanding your need to escape the place and find somewhere quiet to be. "yeah, i agree. my coworkers are probably watching us over here and will hound me for details later, especially derek. it was great meeting you..."

"y/n, i work in vicap, violent criminal apprehension.. which you already know and i probably don't need to spell it out for you," you sigh and wrinkle your nose, realizing that you were treating him like he wasn't a part of the fbi.

"it's fine, i spell bau out for a lot of people too, i get it. now, i will probably need to head back and tell them that you're a great person so that they'll get off my back," spencer shrugs, his hand raising and scratching the back of his neck as his smile falters a little.

normally, you're not a hand out your number kind of person. especially not to someone who works nearly side by side with you at work. however, his knowledge, his humor, they're just undeniably worth the risk. you nod, "okay.. if you'd like my number, i'm open to sharing it. we could continue this conversation sometime."

"um- your number?"

"that was way too forward, wasn't it?"

"not at all! i was just surprised that someone like you would give me their number. i mean you're funny and clearly know your history. sure, i'd love your number, which i will also need to tell my coworkers," spencer grabs the small paper from your hand and stuffs it into his pocket.

your cheeks begin to warm up as you listen to him give you simple compliments that warm the heart. “of course, just as i need to tell sarah,” you say as he walks off towards his friends, one of them, presumably derek, pats him on the back as he pulls out your number.

when you look back towards the stage, you see sarah walking over with a drink in her hands somehow. she ushers you over, saying that he'll be announcing soon and all of you can leave soon after that. you take one look back at spencer and his friends and take in a deep breath. your mind races with when you’ll talk to him next.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #x fem!reader #spencer reid x fem!reader

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bigupsdog · 22 days

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I'm creating intro dialog for every character in Guilty Gear because im bored.

I'm writing these all where the character of the post talks second and I'm doing it in reverse character order because I wanted to start with ABA becausei like her. I'm also redoing dialog for characters that already have unique dialog with each other because I know I'll forget who had unique dialog with who.

Sol: You cause any mayhem and you'll get a high bounty on your head.

ABA: I am no fool in a china shop.

Ky: All my life I've killed those I thought to be monsters, then I realized I was the monster, so I won't judge you.

ABA: I've heard about your actions during the Crusades, you were the king of the kill.

May: You're married huh, you know I've always wanted to get married too.

ABA: Was that a coy attempt to flirt with Paracelsus?

Axl: I know what it's like to be ripped away from the person you love, I wouldn't do that to you mate.

ABA: I love Paracelsus more than anything in this world, no one will take him from me.

Chipp: Nothings faster than me.

ABA: You are the tortoise and I'm the snare.

Potemkin: If you're still looking for a way to give Paracelsus a body Zepp is always open to you.

ABA: No, I still don't trust you, your arms are too big.

Faust: Your… Injuries… need… Doctor...

ABA: An apple a day a doctor i'll slay.

Millia: Speaking from experience, no one likes a possessive partner.

ABA: I am not possessive of my Paracelsus, you just want him for yourself!

Zato: Love? I think I once knew that?

ABA: You seem to be haunted by shadows from your broadcast.

Ram: I also find the world confusing but that's what makes it beautiful.

ABA: Perhaps we can carve a place in this world for people like us.

Leo: You're about to hear me roar!

ABA: He's more meow than bite.

Nago: I sense an inner bloodlust coming from that ax.

ABA: His name is Paracelsus and you should fear me more.

Gio: My report says you can see invisible spirits.

ABA: Not all spirits are like that dog, some just want to be on their own.

Anji: If you love something you should set it free.

ABA: No, the saying is, if you love something don't let it flee.

I-No: Here's some dating advice, no man likes the jealous type.

ABA: My Paracelsus loves me just as I am and I won't let some harlet tell me otherwise!

Goldlewis: Two cryptids for the price of one.

ABA: You simply label anything different a cryptid.

Jack-O: That's a great Frankenstein costume, just needs the green paint.

ABA: Keep away from me I like how I look, as is.

HC: Never seen a romantic comedy like this before.

ABA: There is nothing comedic about our romance.

Baiken: You'll fall by my blade.

ABA: Fall down seven times, get up with hate!

Testament: You both seem to be doing better.

ABA: I suppose that was somewhat your doing, thanks.

Bridget: Hay, Roger and that key could have a playdate together.

ABA: Paracelsus is a living being, your not going to force him to do something he doesn't want to do like some toy!

Sin: Jezz, why do you use such big words, do you even know what they mean?

ABA: This fastidious fool has the gall to insult my vernacular!

Delilah: Is she using a giant living key as a weapon? That's weird.

ABA: Is she using a giant living bed as a weapon? She's copying us!

Asuka R#: Well, if it isn't the inspiration for my creation.

ABA: Another artificial lifeform? Perhaps I'm not so alone?

Asuka R Kreutz: You know I've created some life forms as well.

ABA: From what I've heard about you, you've only created death.

Johnny: I think you hold the keys to my heart.

ABA: Save it, my heart only belongs to one man!

Elphelt: Sooooo, what are you going to name the kids?

ABA: This is my love life. You don't need to chaperone every part of it.

#guilty gear #a.b.a #aba guilty gear #guilty gear strive #fighting games #intro dialog

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zoobus · 2 years

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@dtwoh2

This ended up being super long so I decided not to harass OP's replies

(this is about my opinion that Elliot the billionaire from Breaking Bad S1E5 "Grey Matter" was not a generous, kindly rich friend offering Walt a way out with no strings attached)

First, let me say this: I know most people don't notice or care about fashion but BrBa actually did put notable effort in their costume design and it's because characters like Skyler are consistently well-dressed that made this point so glaring

When she's hosting, when she goes to the office, hell even her house robes are sophisticated, put together fits - I'm not sure how she affords those sumptuous silk kimonos she's always wearing but it hammers home Skye as an appearance-minded person, a woman who knows how to dress. Even with the shit camera quality, you can tell her hot pink baby shower dress was made for her.

And yet.

Walt and Skye go to that party in complementing loud, harsh, ugly blues for what they learn is a beige party - the literal exact opposite of blue.

Now, it'd be one thing if they'd known and worn beige outfits that were shabby in comparison and Walt got in his feelings about it. Or if they'd truly "missed the memo" as Walt snarks and come in normal-wear that was out of dress code - yep could see Walt assuming it was intentional and throwing a fit.

But this poor couple attending a billionaire's party for some reason thought they should wear gaudy blue, with Skye's dress in particular highlighting exactly how cheap it is. It's almost as if they were under the impression they had to wear a color a domesticated adult would be unlikely to already own and rarely looks good on a budget, doubly so if you're 8 months pregnant. Skye would NEVER wear that shiny ass prom dress with the ruched center seam, scratchy 100% polyester raschel lace shawl, and sequined evening bag in public unless she thought it was her only choice. She never wears anything like this again, not even in the same season. The only rational explanation is someone lied to them. The more I explain this, the more I realize why most people missed it.

Now for the less special interest type reasons:

Walt asks (then later confirms) the invite said "no gifts." You might say oh, maybe Elliot was trying to spare Walt's pride but if so, why make a point of sharing it like he did? Why even invite your broke prideful friend to this kind of party, like you can't think of any other way to meet, chat, and ask if he'll work for you?

Additionally, how odd that Walt's was the only invite that didn't say this was a beige party.

Really can't downplay how hard it is to swallow they forgot to tell the Whites not to show up in clown uniforms.

Elliot's loudly showing off his gifts, with the last being an autographed Eric Clapton Stratocaster® which on the low end today is a $2000 electric guitar, but can go to the tens of thousands. Then he spots his friend's meager, teensy little thing, smaller than his hand and LITERALLY POINTS WALT OUT so everyone knows for damn sure who did this. Elliot unwraps it and does this full body sigh. Hands dropped. Your dad getting another tie for father's day type reaction. Young Good Ramen. No this is great man. You can get 10 for 1.99.

Sorry, no it WAS malicious. Listen to his voice. Feel how long he held that unpleasant silence before forcing a chuckle. Holding eye contact throughout while the crowd darts their eyes and smirks. This isn't Harry Potter - you can't emphasize how shitty something is then magically negate it like "and that's why I love it hahaha!" Elliot made it clear where he thinks Walt stands. Beneath him.

The whole party is like this, a humiliating horror show of socializing out of your social sphere. We don't even know what their relationship was like before. The implication is that Walt separated from this guy before for a reason and the reason was probably in line with what we saw today.

Elliot isn't stupid. He knows Walt. He knows Walt's character. He knows their financial disparities. He knows Walt is sick. Presumably he's well aware of Walt's pride. An intelligent and well-meaning friend doesn't accidentally combo-hit the exact weak points that caused you to drift apart in less than an hour before asking hey how would you like to literally owe me your life? How would you like the kind of debt that can't be repaid? :) You're a smart man.

If Elliot really cared about saving Walt, he wouldn't have gone about it the way he did. If, however, he wanted to antagonize and flex on Walt, make him as uncomfortable as possible, keep in his wife's good graces by offering him a job, and end the night with two possible outcomes - either he accepts and gets richer or he rejects and elliot can say "Welp honey, your former lover and ex-fiance Walter White said no for some weird reason. oh well, I tried! :)"

Idk, I guess it could be a projection but the way Elliot talked to Walt reminded me of old friends whom, in retrospect, didn't even try to hide their disdain for me. Like wow how did I miss that.

I think Gretchen had honest intentions. Her husband didn't. I don't know what his deal was exactly but I'd exhaust all other resources before accepting this dude who publicly embarrassed me as my savior, livelihood, and future employer.

#breaking bad #brba #sorry but I genuinely do not understand the popular(?) read of Elliot as a benevolent and well-meaning friend #And Walt as a selfish prideful ass projecting malicious intent upon him #I mean Walt is that but he wasn't projecting this time #niche effortposts

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pouralaura · 17 days

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hold your applause

hb @potatocrisp! a little zarraphael snack today for everybody yum yum

tags: semi-public teasing, dirty talk, stockings

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There are stageplays, sure; and then there's this, thinks Zarra with great distaste.

Baldur's Gate, as one of the largest and most famed cities on the Sword Coast, really ought to have a better avenue for community theatre -- because this lackluster rendition of Seven Swords Snarlclash certainly isn't cutting it. This bard is no stage actress, but she absolutely knows a poorly executed performance when she sees one. So far, at least two of the seven titular adventurers have forgotten lines, the costumes are terribly ill-fitting, and the musical numbers have been entirely off-key.

Raphael is reclined slightly in his seat next to her, an arm casually draped over the back of her chair. Zarra had said please more nicely than usual and batted her eyelashes at him this morning when they'd run into one another at the Elfsong for the third time that week; please let's get pastries and then there's a matinee performance of something-or-other happening in the park; fine, but you owe me, little mouse; how's about the best dick-sucking of your life, old man; why yes that will do nicely hells hells godsdamned hells just like that ahhh is this a broom closet?? ahh ffffuck, etc.

Despite the overwhelming success of the initial plea, it's not turned into a great date (if one could even call it a date, and neither of them will, so Zarra supposes the point is moot), but the little bard is far too proud to admit that this was a suggestion which she now regrets.

Which means...she'll have to suffer through it. But there are other things she can entertain herself with.

She presses her thigh more firmly against Raphael's. Nudges him. Surely he's not enjoying this any more than she is --

"What?" he hisses, but there's no real malice in it. "Pay attention."

"To this?"

"Are you not the one who insisted we support local art? And are you not the one who continues to do so incessantly, as a vocation?"

"Yeah, if it's good art."

"And precisely what about this charming production," Raphael whispers dryly, "does not meet that standard?"

She knows he's being sarcastic, but still she rolls her eyes and slouches in her seat, idly tracing a pattern on the devil's knee with her fingertips as she returns her attention to the stage.

But it's fleeting. She's bored, and they're in a fairly secluded spot near the back of the audience...and Raphael is warm, as always. Hot, even. It's distracting enough. What's the harm, thinks Zarra, and slides that fidgeting hand up her lover's thigh with a burgeoning grin --

-- only to find him fully and staggeringly erect beneath the quilted fabric of his trousers.

To his credit, he doesn't even flinch.

"Are you seriously hard right now?"

(It's not like it's too much of a surprise; when he's in the mood, the devil will unabashedly pop a boner if he catches a whiff of her hair, or if she sneezes a little weird. But, gods, it's funny each and every time. And arousing -- she'll never turn down a chance to be reminded of his dick. It's very nice.)

Zarra can't tell if his expression is a smirk or a sneer without turning to face him and drawing attention to them back here.

"If I'm to be honest, little mouse," Raphael murmurs in a hushed whisper, "this has been the state of things for some time."

Again -- predictable, but certainly not unwelcome. Most definitely more interesting than the theatrical debacle in front of them.

"How long, exactly?" Sugary-sweet, she's making fun of him. She knows he doesn't mind.

In fact, Zarra can almost hear him smile. Shivers when hot fingers worm themselves underneath the heavy fur collar of her coat to stroke her bare shoulder. Tit for tat, she supposes, leaving her hand exactly where it is in his lap as he shifts, tilting his face toward her temple so that she can feel his hot breath on her ear. Wily man, turning this situation into something he can use. Typical.

Not that she's complaining. The hot thrum of his voice always makes her feel pleasantly unsteady; it's a good thing she's sitting down.

"I find it difficult to concentrate on such a spectacle when I can feel the warm press of your thigh against mine." He leans into her further and she feels the maddening tickle of the tip of his elegant, crooked nose on her neck beneath her ear. "Impossible not to imagine lying betwixt them, spent and satisfied and smelling of sweet sex." His s's are elongated hisses now that he's deigned to play with her, punctuated prettily in his smooth low baritone.

"Oh?" Zarra breathes, fixing her eyes on the sorry twat currently delivering an overzealous monologue in the center of the stage as she brushes her thumb lightly over Raphael's clothed cock. "Do go on, darling."

"Watching your pretty little breasts heave as I drag my wicked tongue up the soft skin right here --" he rests two fingers on her inner thigh, just above the band of her stockings, and traces them upward a short distance. "Bite down, bruise you in dark blue, make you gasp for me, sweet mouse."

That's more like it.

"Mmmmm." She turns her head just enough that his stubbled jaw brushes against her cheek. Easy enough to imagine that same feeling in place of his fingers, considering how often he's in that position dining like a man starved. "Take your time, sly Mister Fox. I'll keep you in place until I'm finished with you."

She tightens her grip around the bulge of his erection. His breath hitches.

"Besides, you said this was after sex, yeah? So you've put plenty between my legs to keep that greedy mouth of yours busy, haven't you --"

The small pit orchestra seated below the stage begins playing (badly) as the next musical number starts, and it's a good fucking thing too because the little whine that spills from Raphael's lips against Zarra's neck is louder than appropriate.

Dangerous to tease him much further than this -- he'll be utterly wrecked in every way if she finishes him here -- but it's hard to resist. He drags his mouth along her cheek and turns forward, eyes on her stockings, toying with the band for a moment.

She grins.

"Before you ask: yes, I'll keep these on for you as long as you like."

She feels and hears the responding rumble of his purring groan, and he snaps the stocking band against her thigh lightly before creeping back up further and further towards the split hem of her skirt. Seeking fingertips dip underneath in pursuit of dampening lace, and this is the moment when Zarra decides to look up again --

"Shit," she hisses, elbowing Raphael in the ribcage. There's an usher coming up the aisle toward them, flushed in what's likely both embarrassment and anger. "Gotta go. We gotta go!"

There's a low, breathy chuckle in her ear, and a shadow passes over the two of them just so --

"Sir; ma'am -- we're going to have to ask you to --"

The darkness passes, and the usher blinks, confused. He could've sworn a man and a woman were in the middle of a shameless heavy petting session back here...

But the two bards are already back in Zarra's suite, and -- yes, now it's turning into a much more satisfying date.

(Again, not that they'd use that term.)

#laura's writing #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #this too is zarraphael #hbd Mel!!!

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Room 214

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yes - anon

Prompt: You and Elvis stop at a motel for the night. Only problem is, they have one room left, and there’s only one bed.

TW: None!

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 1828

A/N: this is not my fav so i am sorry about that, but whenever i can make elvis say soft things, i do.

Read part two here + part three here!

🦋 mila

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You curl your fingers into fists on top of your pants. If you have to listen to one more minute of that stupid southern drawl, you're going to commit a murder. Somehow you've wound up in the passenger seat of a car with Elvis Presley as the whole performing show moves up from one state to another. You would normally have driven in the car with the rest of the set managers, artists, and costume designers. But the bus had run into an engine problem outside of the nearest town and probably won't be set to run again until tomorrow morning. Elvis has to be on stage by lunchtime the next morning, so the Colonel has sent him ahead. As the assistant stage manager, you've been assigned the great duty of tagging along to help Elvis get ready for his show.

“You still there?” he asks, and you pointedly ignore him.

It’s not that you don't like him. In reality, you like him very much. It’s just that you hate how sucessful he's become so quickly. You once had dreams of being an artist or a singer or even an actress someday. But no one has ever gone out of their way to help you get big like the Colonel has with Elvis. And you know the only reason girls like him so much is because of his sex appeal, raw and given freely.

Not that you don't understand where they were coming from. Come on, you have eyes, don't you? It just isn't fair.

He pulls into the driveway of the motel you’d circled on the map. You hardly wait for the car to stop rolling before you swing the door open and march inside. You approach the front desk and smile at the woman behind it. She has curly hair, twisting this way and that, and terribly outdated makeup. Her eyebrows are so thin that it takes you a moment to even realize they're there.

“Hi, we need a room, please. Just for tonight,” you say, and the attendant starts flipping through a notepad.

“Alright, 214 will be your room number. It’s got one bed and a-”

“Oh,” you stop her, holding a hand up. “No we need two beds, please.”

She peers over your shoulder at Elvis, standing with his hands in his pockets next to the few bits of luggage you’ve brought.

“You and your husband really sleep in separate beds, do ya?” she asks, and you feel your face grow hot.

“No, no he’s not my husband. We’re not together in any way, shape, or form, actually. That’s why we need the two bedrooms, you see.”

The woman sighs and drops her head lazily down to the book. She flips through a few pages and then lazily swivels her head back to face you.

“Well, we’re out of two bedrooms.”

“What about two separate rooms?”

She flips through again and shakes her head.

“Nope. We’re booked up. One room is all that’s left.”

You lean over the counter and whisper to the woman.

“There’s really nothing at all that you can do?” you ask, placing emphasis on the ‘nothing’.

“There’s really nothing I can do. We’re all booked,” she replies dryly. “So you’ll be in room 214 just down the hall. The bed should already be made, but if not we have sheets up here at the desk. The pool is closed, so-”

You snatch the keys off the desk, cutting her off.

“Thanks for your help,” you say.

You roll your eyes and turn back to Elvis, who's glancing out of the window into the parking lot.

“Come on,” you say as you pass, dragging your suitcase begrudgingly.

He grabs his own luggage and follows you down the hall. You unlock the door to the room and sigh as you walk in. There is, in fact, only one bed.

“Only one bed? Darlin if you wanted to get in bed with me, you coulda just asked,” Elvis says, shutting the door with his foot.

“They were out of two bedrooms, Elvis,” you replies. “Beleive me I tried my best.”

You start to sort through one of the suitcases to find his outfit for the show.

“So…how you wanna do this?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor and you certainly won’t be ready to perform tomorrow if you sleep on the ground, so I guess we have to share,” you respond, brushing out the pants of his pink suit.

“Fine by me,” he responds, stretching his legs out and leaning back on the bed with his hands behind his head. You turn around and hold your hand up.

“Listen, Presley. We’re gonna lay some ground rules right now. Number one, you will not touch me at any point during the night. Number two, you will sleep with clothes on. Pants and a shirt. Number three, we will sleep with our backs toward each other. I don’t want to wake up next to your face. Got it?”

“Jesus, baby, you got a lotta rules,” he replies. “But fine. Hey, you need the bathroom? Imma take a shower.”

You shake your head, trying NOT to imagine his naked body covered in steaming, running water.

“Feel free to join me, if ya like.”

You whirl around, about to scold him, but he's already shut the door to the bathroom. You place your hands on your face and rake your fingers down your cheeks. Why does he have to flaunt himself so much? He's sexy, and he knows it. You hate him.

You hear the shower water running and relax a little. At least you can be alone for a minute to gather yourself. You take some deep breaths and then quickly change into your pajamas while he's preocupied. After that, you grab the novel you've been reading out of your bag. You curl up in the chair in the corner of the room and start reading. You get caught up in the plot of the book until the shower turns off and the door clicks open.

“Water’s freezin if you’re plannin to take a shower,” he says, walking out of the bathroom. You glance up to see him wrapped in a towel. You nearly drop the book you're reading. He's still wet from the water, and the colors from the blinking motel light outside the window are illuminating his every muscle. The towel is hung so low on his waist that it's almost falling off. You retrain your eyes on the book, knowing you aren't taking in a single word of what you're reading.

“On second thought, I’ll just sleep right here,” you say. “I’m already settled and really tired, so just turn the light off when you’re ready to go to bed.”

You flip the book closed and fold your arms over your chest, closing your eyes. Your ears are perked to attention, listening to everything he's doing. You hear him rummaging through his suitcase and then climbing into the bed.

“You sure you don’t want in here? It’s nice and warm under these sheets,” he says. You say nothing, hoping he'll think you’ve fallen asleep already.

“Suit yourself,” he mutters and flicks the light off.

There's silence for a few minutes as you try to get comfortable. The chair is old and smells kind of funky. It's hard and not at all comfortable. Not to mention that the window doesn't shut all the way and a cold breeze is flowing through right onto your knees. You're shivering a little, but refuse to move in case Elvis hears you. You hear him heave a big sigh.

“Y/N,” he mumbles in the darkness, “I know you ain’t asleep. Please come get in the bed.”

You stay silent. You're too proud to admit he's right.

“Do not make me come getcha,” he says, and you shut your eyes tighter. After a few seconds, he sighs deeply again and you hear the bed creak as he gets up. You keep your eyes closed and ignore him as much as you can. But you can't feign sleep when his strong arms wrap around your figure.

“Hey!” you shout, swatting his hands from you.

“Get in the bed,” he commands, and you push him back.

“Fine. But if you touch me or even look at me in any way, I’m going back to the chair.”

You begrudgingly walk to the bed and crawl in, curling up into the smallest ball you possibly can, with your back facing his side of the bed. The mattress shifts with his weight as he slides in next to you. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to fall asleep as fast as possible.

“Do ya really hate me that much?” his voice is quiet. “I always could tell ya didn’t like me, but I didn’t realize…”

There's a strange quality to his voice, almost a sad tone. You roll your eyes but answer, feeling intense guilt.

“I don’t hate you, Elvis. I just…”

“What?” he edges you on.

“I just don’t want to be another girl in the mass of fans,” you whisper, half-hoping he won't hear you and half-hoping he will. There's a moment of silence and in that time, you've started to shiver. With the combination of the freezing cold room and the fact that you've finally put yourself out there, you are unstable and scared.

“You’re shiverin, baby,” he says, rolling over. He pulls the blankets up to your chin and rubbs your arms over the covers.

“It’s freezing in here,” you whisper, clutching the blankets.

“I don’t wanna break ya rules or none, but it might help if you’d let me hold ya,” he says, waiting for you to give him confirmation.

“Okay,” you barely say. You shift so he can thread his arm underneath your head. His other arm winds around your waist and holds you close to him. You can't help but chuckle. “I guess I’ll throw the rule book out, since you’ve already broken them all.”

“I’m not complainin,” he whispers into your hair. “And you stopped shiverin already.”

You haven't even noticed, but he's right. He's very warm, and you feel safe and secure with his arms around you. He’s also crawled into bed without a shirt on, even though you’d told him to cover himself up. You're secretly glad he’d disobeyed. His breath is warm on your neck, and you absentmindedly nestle further into him.

“You’re not just another girl in the crowd, ya know,” he say. “You’re special, and I actually really like ya.”

You can't help but smile.

“I kinda like you back,” you whisper, and you know he hears you thanks to his breathy chuckle that blows hot air on your ear.

He gently leans over to kiss your temple and stroke your cheek.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll keep ya warm,” he mumbles, and you smile, falling asleep faster than ever.

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sonic-gallery · 30 days

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Another World Ogiri February 2023 [What are Amy and Blaze doing...? ]

I came here because I heard it was a shocking egg fortune telling, but it was even better than I imagined.

Two characters appear every month in surprising outfits and situations! Let's enjoy Ogiri together with illustrations that will make your imagination run wild!

This time, two good friends appear as a fortune teller and a magic princess (?)!

It seems that Blaze, wearing a cute costume, has come to see fortune teller Amy for advice...?

What kind of lines or narration would you use?

You can set it up with the two's usual atmosphere and worldview, or you can make it bold... Enjoy it freely and tweet with the tag #Isekai Ogiri on Twitter ♪

We will introduce the good ones in a reply from Sonic's official Twitter account.

We are looking forward to your fun Ogiri posts!

Act2: "The Magic Princess's Yuutsu"

<<Smack! >>

A flash from an elegant upper stance. A hammer is swung down on a boiled egg, and the shells fly off.

"So far...? Is this arrangement...?"

Amy crawls to the floor to check for shell fragments, takes a seat, and loudly declares:

“With the guidance of Clothesline and Egg, your problems will be resolved in no time!”

A ``Fortune Telling Hall'' was there before I knew it. Amy's "Egg Fortune Telling" has a great reputation for being very accurate. A girl with many worries visited Amy again today.

``I have been fighting as the Magic Princess for many years, but I have only been able to save a few hundred people at most... At this rate, I will never be able to eradicate the roots of evil and save the world.'' Am I... powerless? ”

She is Blaze...a just "magic princess" who saves common people from the clutches of evil. Her never-ending battle begins to destroy her confidence, and she confides her troubles to her long-time friend Amy...

As soon as she takes her seat, Amy is full of confidence and speaks in a gentle preaching tone.

"Okay, Blaze? You've already saved hundreds of people, haven't you? Be proud! This is no place to be depressed! You know, that's what you see in the eggs, too, right?"

Ignoring Blaze, who looks at the egg again with confusion, Amy continues.

"You are not helpless. Think about it? All the hundreds of people you saved will surely help someone else again. That chain, that connection of hearts, will one day save the entire world. Isn't it?" "Uh, um..."

Blaze was under pressure, but eventually he looked down and quietly smiled bitterly.

"I guess it's a mistake to try to solve everything by yourself..." "Yeah. But, nothing would have happened if you hadn't started it, right?"

Amy opens the window and lets in the night sky.

"See? The clothesline is great. You can hang any laundry to dry. It's you, and it's everyone at the same time. If everyone supports each other, the world will eventually become a clothesline. .The arrangement of the eggshell also shows this."

"I-Is that so...?"

Come to think of it, Blaze remembers that this was a fortune telling. The eggshell that fell on the floor and the constellation ``Clothespin'' in the night sky shine in the light of the two blue moons.

It was a strange fortune-telling, but at any rate, she felt a sense of reassurance, as if her sinking heart had been supported by something warm. Did Amy's "clothing rod" arrive?

"See! With my worries resolved, there was another message in the egg fortune-telling. That was...'Break out of your shell and challenge the unknown!'" " ... .T-Challenge!?”

``I tell you to wear a cuter, frilly costume! You've been wearing that for years!'' `` No, I'm already wearing this outfit...it's embarrassing, but...'' ..” “If you decide, let’s go shopping! Don’t delay!”

Amy said as she grabbed Blaze's arm and started running. Blaze, who is overwhelmed, tries to keep up with him while somehow popping a boiled egg into his mouth, thinking that he shouldn't waste his food.

"Come on, Blaze! Follow the egg's guidance and get the cutest outfit!"

Later...The charm of the new costume Magic Princess has rapidly increased the number of fans. The day when the chain of peace-loving hearts will cover the world is certainly near.

"Night has dawned..."

The content is completely different from the shadows. It seems that various changes are occurring depending on the region.

Amy's former home has been turned into a fortune-telling hall.

The night sky looks completely different, with two bright blue moons and strange constellations. It's as if this place has become a different world.

It seems that Amy and Blaze's hearts have not changed, but...

The mystery only deepens.

(to be continued)

#Sonic #Otherworld Comedy #Amy Rose #Blaze The Cat #Sonic Channel

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 6 months

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What if Alec Hardy tried to be “cool” and “spooky” for Halloween? Drabble idea, no pressure at all!

Not sure if he can try cool, but he'll try spooky, haha.

This is just a normal fic, not related to any of my aus.

On with the fic!

"I'm not doing this." Hardy tossed the paper onto the desk.

"It's just something fun that the department wants to do." Miller said in that damn tone that made Hardy feel like he ticked off the wrong person.

"But what's the point of it?" Hardy frowned, leaning back in his seat.

"It's for fun, alright? Halloween is a fun time, can you just... try to participate in anything here that isn't strictly work?" Miller asked. "You've been here for ages and you participate in nothing we do here! It's a little Halloween party, for an hour or two! You don't have to wear a costume for the whole day!"

"I don't want to wear a costume."

If looks could kill, Hardy was sure that his pacemaker would malfunction right now. He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. "One hour, that's it."

"Great!" Miller smiled, pushing the flyer closer to him. "Wear something scary."

"Why?"

"Cause it's different from your sad outfits." She snorted and headed out of his office.

Hardy glared at her before picking up the flyer. He didn't want to buy a costume to wear for an hour only. This was stupid, he didn't see the point of this other than to kill time for a bit because not a lot was happening around town.

He rubbed at his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "Something scary..."

He could do something cheap and typical, 'scary', probably what you'd expect to see.

Or he could just do something that might throw Miller off.

He grabbed his phone, he was sure that Daisy could help him out with the makeup.

"Where's Hardy?" Ellie asked, looking around the office. "Did he lock himself in his office to get out of this, or did he escape when he had the chance?"

"Last I saw," one of her coworkers spoke up, "he went into the restroom, I think he said something about getting his costume on?"

"How long ago was that?"

"Ten or fifteen minutes ago?"

Ellie frowned and turned to go to see if he was done yet. She walked up to the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Sir? Are you in there?"

"Just a second." Came Hardy's voice from the other side.

Ellie sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting another two or so minutes before the door opened and out stepped Hardy. She blanched as she looked at him.

His suit was pressed and actually buttoned correctly, hell, his tie was straight. His hair was brushed and styled and his beard had been shaved off, and the bags under his eyes seemed to be... gone.

God, he looked like a totally different person, and it freaked her out. "Jesus, what the hell are you wearing!?"

"Something that I knew would scare you." Hardy said before walking past her. Ellie swore he smiled just a little smug-like when he said that.

"Damnit, you're a nightmare like this!" She said once she started following him.

"Good, exactly what I wanted, makes this all worth it."

"I get it, I get it, we won't get you involved in any more activities like this."

"Thank you."

I feel like he's not the kind of person to dress up, but I couldn't resist including that really, REALLY weird moment we saw in season two of what Hardy looked like when he worked on the Sandbrook case.

#broadchurch #alec hardy #ellie miller #john's drabbles

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pocketramblr · 9 months

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Ask Game: Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto are the children of the stable happy marriage of Rei and Masaru Bakugo. Touya and Katsuki are the children of Enji and Mitsuki Todoroki.

Well this just feels targeted...

1- the night before his meeting with the Himura family, Enji has a hero event with a few support designers. One of them spends fifteen minutes telling him why his is stupid. (And honestly, Mitsuki could have gone on longer about why he shouldn't be wasting energy on his quirk to set himself on fire decoratively - I mean sure if he wants do that with his face it's his right and his face, whatever, but the flaming shoulder pads? When his biggest problem is overheating? Why add to the problem when a good costume is supposed to help, not hinder him. And don't give her the excuse about being strong or whatever, she won't have her work insulted just because it keeps pros at top shape instead of making their quirk the focal point when it should be how they use it: and he needs to use his more intelligently.) He talks with her for hours afterwards, and tells the Himuras he won't be there to meet with them tomorrow.

2- when Rei suddenly isn't needed and she has a free day, she tends the gardens and listens to her parents and aunts discuss why their big hero offer wasn't interested anymore- it can't have been the girl's fault when he didn't even give her a chance, and her quirk is as strong as ever. Maybe they need to find another match, but they're desperate, and the other options are... worse, not with the reward this catch was supposed to have. Rei is sent to a cousin's place for a week while they search for another match. She doesn't arrive, taking the sudden cancellation for a sign and going to her old teenage sweetheart instead.

3- when Mitsuki gets pregnant with Touya, she informs Enji they're getting married. He had plans for a whole big thing and she said "yeah in a year so we can actually plan it and design a dress I won't look like I shoved a watermelon in, in the meantime we're changing our family registration today let's go." Rei and Masaru didn't get married quite as quickly, but they also played a more medium wedding. Rei didn't invite anyone from her family, so Masaru invited a lot of his. They reunite with Inko, who was in Masaru's highschool class at the wedding.

4- Fuyumi got her mother's ice, Natsuo his father's oxidizing sweat, and Shoto got a perfect mix- where Fuyumi can generate ice from anywhere on her body, he can only do so from his hands. However, his ice is more... Explosive, especially when cracked. The only safe way to really remove it is to very slowly melt it, or to let him do so. Meanwhile Touya's sweat makes him fireproof, and Katsuki's body in general is fireproof where his sweat is extremely flammable.

5- Mitsuki's reaction to Enji's whole mini eugenics experiment was "well that's stupid and not how kids work. They're only going to be strong if THEY want to be, not if it's about YOU. Just because you've got a weird thing for All Might doesn't mean they will, I mean statistically he'll have retired by the time the graduate." Which is like. Definitely better than being on board with it, but also missing large parts of why it's really bad, and she got her own brand of not great parenting that is going to clash with Enji's and make some kids who are messed up in new and exciting ways from canon. Like yeah inferiority/superiority complexes in colors shrimp can see, but also like. I don't know if Katsuki will have ever heard the words "I'm" and "sorry" in that order before the age of 11.

Meanwhile Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto will grow up in a home that's so conflict avoidant that "I'm sorry" will be in the top twenty most frequently spoken phrases each week.

#i mean if you switched all the todokids it's like fair or w/e. but really targeted touya there huh.#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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gerrysherry · 2 months

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MK villains I'd like to see adapted to the MCU:

_ Sergeant Gwenn (racist neo-nazi cop that pretends to be moon knight in order to make Moon Knight look bad. Has a rat army he dresses up in little uniforms. Oh and he's a holocaust denier because OF COURSE he is. MK thinks he have a new alter for a while before beating the shit out of him once the system figures it out)

How to adapt: keep literally everything but maybe highlight MK's disgust with this man to be explicitly from Gwenn seeing everything the system is as lesser. There is this great scene where Gwenn starts out idolizing MK as this great white knight (emphasis on white) only to discover to his horror that Moon Knight his his life to save a brown woman in a sari. Then proceeds to disavow Moon Knight completely and tries to kill him. Could be commentary on how white nationalists/bigots glorify popular figures until their politics inevitably diverge. I am aware the MCU is pretty pro-cop and pro-military, doesn't mean they could pull a "bad apple" storyline.

_ Black Spectre (former Viet Nam war vet who after losing his family, job and being seen as a war criminal by his own neighbors turns to dirty politics and super villainy)

how to adapt: make him a more recent vet and kept literally everything else (maybe change the costume)

_Bora (cynical teenage former russian ballerina whose dreams are shattered when he mutation undoes her bones structure and training but gives her wind powers. Isolated from her culture and her hobby by her mutation she starts to hunt her former classmates who make it big in europe out of Jealousy. Set in the issue where MK loses their mobility to an accident and can barely walk)

how to adapt: don't go the generic Russians bad/ she's a former widow. DON'T her a far-left/tankie figure. Make her a lone wolf actor who was pushed to be where she was by loneliness but her serial killing isn't right. Contrast with other characters with mobility issues like MK and Charles Xavier. Have MK system themselves be the morally gray figure between Bora's cynical villainy and misanthropy and Xavier's model minority perfect respectability politics

MK villians I DO NOT want adapted into the MCU:

-Yussaf (tour guide that turns out is a covert terrorist. every orientalist and anti-arab trope rolled into one.)

_ Ernst (old guard nazi serial killer who pretends to be Jewish to lure in his victims. has an XMFC Shaw relationship with Marc. Do not want!)

_Raul Bushman (generic scary black man who is Marc's original nemesis. While this guy does eventually get backstory about how colonial racism made him what he is today, comics very much go out of their way to make him a creep)

but Germaine, Raul is already in Season one! Yeah and referenced as little as possible. Do you really want another Killmonger situation on your hands? No. I don't trust the MCU with POC villains whose whole point is their racist trauma it either gets whitewashed (often along with literally whitewashing the character I.E. Wanda and Pietro) or made the most trite two wrongs don't make one right route they go with Black Panther Villains.

#mcu #moon knight #moon knight comics #moon knight show #moon knight 2022 #my lists #mcu adaption

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 3 months

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GRISELDA

The show was good, but I was quite disappointed by the editing.

It was way too short! Why did they only do one season? Why didn't they show us Griselda's youth? Her first husband?

Not once they called her the black widow! She was also supposed to have many lovers, where are they?

Sofia is really great in the role of Griselda and Martin Rodriguez playing Rivi Ayala is excellent, so charismatic. The chemistry between them was crazy.

There isn't any mention of Pablo Escobar, beside the quote from the beginning. Why again?

They added fake story lines, I don't understand either. Why not showing how strategic Griselda was. She created one of the biggest cocaïne distribution ever, from New York to Miami to Colombia.

Griselda should have deserved at least two seasons.

However, the playlist was amazing as the costume. We felt like in the 80's.

Some quotes:

"- There's a lot of women who leave the man, not the life." (Episode 1)

"- You work for him? - We all work for him, mama. In one way or another." (Episode 1)

"- Where you going? - Home. (Griselda) - You fucking embarrassed me in front of my boss. - Come one, you did that on your own." (Griselda - Episode 1)

"- Why do I have to? - There are some things you gotta do even if you don't want to. (Carla) - But I hate playing catcher. - I know, but you can't just quit. (Carla) - You and Dad quit being married." (Episode 2)

"- Going to do something? Or no? - No. But I'm not saying you shouldn't." (Episode 2)

"- When a man like you offers me help, I assume he means something else." (Episode 3)

"- What bothers me is you had to do it. That this is what it takes for them to see you. You think I'll give all the power to some mouthy, smart bitch rather than these two idiots that I can control? I don't think so. The truth is you scare me more than they do." (Episode 3)

"- I think she's starting to like this shit. (Dario) - And that's intoxicating, my friend." (Arturo - Episode 4)

"- 'Course, then, you'll have to admit to my family that your Miami soldiers got fucked by a woman." (Griselda - Episode 4)

"- I don't understand I gave you what you wanted. - Listen, asshole. You gave me what was already mine." (Griselda - Episode 4)

"- I told you it'd all work out. (Griselda) - You always get your way." (Dario - Episode 4)

"- You know, I've been impressed not just by how industrious and clever you are, but also how ruthless. - In this case, it was necessary. (Griselda) - Yes. Sometimes it is." (Episode 4)

"- Of course, you must pay for fucking with us. So it doesn't happen again. Understood? Now, let's get down to business. (Episode 4 -Varón)

"- Don't know if I wanna fuck that bitch or kill her." (Episode 5)

"- But also, that's what happens when it's you against the world, baby. (Episode 5)

"- You go to kill the monster, right? The one that beat you up and put you down." (Episode 5)

"- All due respect, Griselda, my job has always been to help make you the most powerful person in Miami. If you kill one of your own on a theory, that's not power. That's fear. I would never betray you, Griselda. You know that." (Rivi) - Stop telling me what I know! That's exactly what makes me think you'd betray me." (Griselda - Episode 5)

"- I gave you money, I gave you a son, and now you're taking him away from me?!" (Griselda) - No. I'm saving him from you." (Dario - Episode 6)

#griselda #tv shows #tv series #narcos #miami #griselda blanco #netflix series #sofia vergara #rivi ayala #review #griselda season 1

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tempobrucera · 2 years

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Trick or Treat

Pairing: Vampire!Ethan x Human!Reader x Demon!Thomas Summary: There's nothing hotter, more dangerous or more heartwrenching than spending a night with a vampire and a demon. Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: Smut, it's a demon and a vampire with a human Other: Wanted to write some Halloween smut and there will be another silly story on Halloween itself. Maybe something inbetween but I'm not gonna promise that. 🦇👻🎃🦇

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Every year their annual Halloween party is on the day of the closest full moon to Halloween. Last year it was during the Blood Moon, to Ethan's and Thomas' delight. This year it falls onto the Darkest Depths Moon in early November, to Thomas' and Ethan's delight. It can only fall on these two options, you figured out, and guessed that Ethan and Thomas would be delighted anyways. They are excited for Halloween and to be normal between all people around. Ethan's sharp vampire fangs a cool feature for any costume, not hiding them away, like he usually does. Thomas' ever changing eye colour a prop no one questions at a Halloween party. Finally he can let the colour change how his eyes want to, let them flicker when he's excited instead of surpress it, and not only play around with his human eye colour that changes with the weather and sometimes with his mood but not quite as they want to.

"Nice costume," Victoria says when you open the door for her and she sees you in your pink ensemble, pink jacket, pink pencil skirt with a slit, the black sunglasses with the pink shades and the plush dog you are carrying with you which you put into a pink and purple sweater, "Elle Woods."

You laugh: "Thank you, likewise, you look hot."

"Hmmm," she doesn't look too convinced. Which isn't like Vic, she's standing in front of you as a nun. A really sexy version of a nun, you have to admit, which makes her disappointment even more confusing. Her habitat dress is short, showing off her legs and her thighs, the top part out of black sheer, showing her bare boobs underneath, flowy bell sleeves and a white scapular collar - both also out of sheer. To top her outfit of, she has a veil on her head and a cross necklace around her neck, you are sure you have seen it on Thomas before. "I wanted Thomas to go as my little demon toy but he told me, he found something better when I was already getting dressed. What better is there than playing possessing a nun?"

The moment you open your mouth to tell her how much that sucks but that you will happily offer her your vampire boyfriend, Thomas is walking down the stairs. All words in your brain die the second you see him.

"Oh great, you could have told me sooner." Vic says when she sees him, "Now you two are matching. Two iconic blondes out of movies. Cher and Elle, Clueless and Legally Blonde. Thank you, Thomas, you asshole."

Your gaze lingers on his long legs. The white stockings, the really short yellow tartan skirt, his hairy thighs. The matching yellow tartan blazer, he went for nothing underneath. You can see how his eyes flicker with excitement when he looks at you and Vic and does a little twirl.

"You look great!" You assure him - he does, you swallow. Vic only groans next to you.

"You do," Vic has to admit as well, "If you wouldn't have left me hanging."

"Sorry!" He smiles at her shyly, pulls his skirt down a bit and changes the topic. "Who are we waiting for?"

Your group decided to meet up at Ethan's place, you staying over most of the time when he's home. Thomas securing himself Ethan's guest room because Ethan's maisonette is closer to the place the party takes place. Vic deciding to come over so you can go together and Damiano driving himself and his girlfriend directly to the party, without any stops.

"Only Ethan," you say. "I probably have to help him with his wings."

"I'll go," Thomas is already skipping up the first stairs. You can't help yourself to look at his legs again, skirt swinging. It doesn't take him long to come back down, ten minutes you talk with Vic, and he's there again. You can see that there's lipgloss on his lips now that wasn't there before, subtle eyeshadow and mascara on his lashes. "He still needs a few minutes and then we can goooooo."

"Let's play a little game until then," Vic looks at you, "Ethan, Damiano, Thomas - fuck, marry, kill?"

"What?" You look at her in turn, she smirks at the shock on your face.

You can feel how you're blushing, Thomas is blushing as well. He radiates heat even more than usually. A thing you got used to quickly after meeting him when you got together with Ethan. Kind of a shock, to first fall in love with a vampire and then being introduced to his demon friend, he's in a band with. You had an ordinary life before, nothing do with the supernatural - even though you were interested. Who couldn't be interested in something so special, not everyone gets to see. Thomas is always hot to the touch, always heating up a room when he's in it. You don't know, how many times you already cuddled up into his arms when you were cold. It's such a difference to how cold your boyfriend feels under your touch. But Thomas feels always cold himself - I think, I just radiate it everywhere, I don't keep it in. I'm always fucking cold. While Ethan is always feeling hot, whatever the weather - I keep all the heat in, I'm always warm.

"It's okay, you can say that you want to kill me, sink me to the bottom of the ocean, ram a dagger into my heart, a cruxifix." Thomas' eyes change from normal to a red blazing gaze to deep black and back to normal again, he smirks. "But I'm not that easy to kill."

Of course - you're a demon. And it instantly gets you heated too - it shouldn't, you think. Then Ethan gets down the stairs, you think you can avoid giving Vic an answer now. You don't want to kill any of them off, not even for Vic's mindfuck game question. Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you see him. He's in white wide-leg sheer trousers, a cropped white blazer with golden stars on it, like Thomas he went for nothing underneath. He has a black glittery smokey eye, that looks a little bit to good on him, like the dark red lipstick he put on and instead of a halo, he wears a flower crown out of white lilies and roses. When he smiles, you can see his pointed teeth. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see how Thomas longingly stares at his big, feathery, fluffy wings - they are black.

"You look so stunning," you have a closer look at his make up when he stands beside you. Carefully you leave a kiss on his cheek.

"And you can be my sidekick." Vic looks at him happily. "As Thomas, the idiot here, isn't matching anymore, but we would be the perfect fit."

"We're ready to go then."

"No," Vic says, "We aren't. Your partner in crime here still has to answer a question."

"I won't be offended, I promise." Thomas says, "I'm not gonna haunt you or something like that."

"What question are we talking about?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck, marry, kill. You, Damiano, Thomas."

"What an interesting question." Ethan looks at you. "I would like to know the answer as well."

"Marry Ethan."

"Obviously." Vic and Thomas say simultaneously, Ethan next to you laughs.

"Kill," you swallow, "Damiano."

You can feel, how Ethan looks at you. You can see, how Thomas' eyes flicker for a few seconds - then they turn completely white which is new, before you have to look away.

"That only leaves Thomas to fuck," Vic points out - you're sure, you are all aware, "Guess humans are too boring."

You wouldn't say that humans, like Vic and Damiano, are too boring but she has a point, you have to admit. After getting together with a vampire, Ethan being the gentlestest soul you have ever known, you wouldn't go back. There's so many stories he can tell, so much wisdom, so much fun, you wouldn't change it for the world, even when you're aware of the danger. What's a little danger for all the fun you can have? Maybe she's right, they are too boring. Thomas draws you in like a moth is drawn by the lights, you would have chosen Thomas anyways.

"We can leave then," Vic says and smirks at you and then at Thomas who nervously plays with the hem of his skirt, "Thanks for the interesting answer. Who would have known?"

Somehow you all didn't think about the fact, that Ethan's wings won't fit through the doors. It ends in a lot of giggling, Vic and you going out of the door first, grabbing one wing each carefully, and getting him through the door, while Thomas looks on. You know, you could have taken them off again, but where's the fun in that. On the way, people look at him, he hits some people with his wings and apologises profoundly to each of them. Going into the bar, Ethan, Vic and you repeat the same procedure as to get him out of the house.

You are already sweaty from dancing with Vic and Ethan when you get yourself a new drink later in the night, Ethan and Vic in the toilets to reapply Ethan's make up. Thomas went to look for Damiano when you arrived earlier, you have only seen him dancing with a girl and some guy laughing at his eyes during the evening. But sometimes, you can feel the heat creeping up on you but you can't see him anywhere. Like now, and then there's arms wrapping around your waist. Thomas' chin on your shoulder, his warmth is giving you the chills.

"You didn't have to say that just because Damiano wasn't there." His breath is hot against your ear. His body too close to yours, you shiver. It's too hot, to be cold but it shakes you to have him so close. Thomas doesn't step back when you turn around in his arms.

"That wasn't the reason, Thom."

"You sure? That wasn't a lie?"

Shuffling even closer, he puts one of his hands on your cheek. All his heat flowing through your body. Out of nowhere there's a quiet peng and Ethan stands next to you. Thomas startles a little and draws himself back, looking at Ethan apologetically.

"You don't have to stop just because of me." Ethan grins, puts one hand on your ass and pinches slightly.

Thomas looks at both of you unsure, his adam's apple bobbing. You bite your lip.

"Oh, I know this look." Ethan says, "That earlier wasn't a lie. I know."

And then, with a snap of his fingers, he's gone again, leaving you behind. Behind with a Thomas that looks at you nervously.

"I'll never get used to him doing this," he says.

Before there can be said anything else, the girl he danced with earlier turns up to get him. He leaves a light, hasty, sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth. Then he's gone and you're on your way back to Ethan again. You always find him, he makes it easy for you, you always find him when he wants to be found, your feet are just leading the way, when you want to turn the wrong direction they always stop and push you into the correct one. Another weird thing, you had to get used to. Magical but nonetheless, weird. Some clichés you had about vampires ruined during this time - No garlic? I'm Italian; No churches? I'm Italian; All lies. Sunlight just slightly hurts but with the right SPF everything is possible. You learned some new things as well, like this. It doesn't take long, he's sitting in a corner on a plush sofa.

"I thought, he isn't your type." Ethan says when you sit down next to him.

"He isn't." You draw circles and stars on his exposed stomach with your finger. "But have you looked at him?"

"Yes, babe. I see him every day." He smirks. "And he can be the goodest boy or a little shit, maybe we should find out …"

How that would translate into having him in your bed, you think.

Ethan's smirk gets even wider.

"Heeeey, get out of my head," you complain but laugh, "You intruder."

"Sorry. But I would really like to stay here for a bit longer, if you don't mind. They taste delicious today."

You let him. He's talking about your thoughts, you know. Ethan's species of vampires can read the minds of their loved ones, a feature only a vampire in love possesses, you learned this as well. They can feed on blood and thoughts. Ethan never takes advantage of it, usually he asks if he's allowed in, tries not to intrude or make it his advantage that he knows what you are thinking. But you also know, that sometimes, like today, his vampiristic traits want to take over because this is yet another thing you learned. The most vampire thing is for them to gather knowledge about the things surrounding them.

"We should try getting him there." He places a kiss to your temple.

Besides Ethan building up the heat in your core, with whispering dirty things into your ears, grazing your neck lightly with his fangs - leaving faint lipstick stains behind - or commenting on Thomas' long legs in that skirt, the night goes and ends with any further accidents. You almost think, that Thomas went home with the girl earlier but when Ethan and you're gathering your stuff, he's there to leave together with you.

For some reason, you get Ethan out of the door and into his home, the same way you got him out earlier in the day, instead of taking the wings off. Thomas watches when you take the wings off Ethan's shoulders. You can see the longingly stare again.

"I miss my wings," he says when he sees your questioning face. He wraps his arms around himself. "They were the fluffiest wings, with the softest feathers, and the most comforting. It was nice to wrap them around myself or to wrap them around others."

You look at Ethan, who nods and you go to Thomas to hug him sideways, leave a kiss in his hair: "I'm sure, you had the most beautiful wings in heaven, but I'm also sure, you're the hottest and cutest demon in hell."

Thomas blushes, before he excuses himself and says that he'll be back in a few minutes. You can hear how the wind is getting louder outside, how it whistles through the windows. You had a feeling it would rain all day. Sitting down next to Ethan, who still wears his flower crown, he almost automatically pulls you into his lap. He kisses you passionately, lets his hands wander over your hips, under your top to caress your back. You can hear how the rain starts dropping against the windows, before Thomas comes back into the living room.

"I should go to bed in my room," Thomas says when he sees you sitting on top of Ethan.

"Or you could join us in ours," Ethan says against your lips - but he isn't looking at you. "If you're interested."

You can't see Thomas' reaction behind you, but Ethan pulling you in for another kiss, wilder then the one before, pushing his tongue into your mouth, sneaking his hand under your skirt and Thomas breath hitching gets it away. When you get up from the couch, you can see how Thomas' eyes flicker with excitement and how he licks his lips. You leave a kiss on his lips. You're the first leaving for the bedroom - Ethan and Thomas staying behind to smoke a cigarette - Ethan slapping your butt lightly on the way out. You aren't complaining, it gives you time to undress yourself, except for your black and golden panties and to get comfortable on the bed - even a little bit too comfortable. You let your hands wander over your own body, down to your stomach and into your underwear, you close your eyes. You can feel that you're getting wet and when you lightly touch your clit, you let out a loud moan. And another moan when you can hear the door click, seconds later feel Ethan's hand in your hair.

"You playing with yourself?" Ethan whispers into your ear. At the same time, his other hand takes the same way, your own did before. Down your neck, a calloused thumb gliding over your nipple, further down over your stomach, he draws a circle around your navel before dipping his hand into your panties. Touching you only lightly, you try to buck up your hips, to get more of his touch. Instead of getting more he takes your hand and pulls it out of your panties. An unhumanly hot tongue around your fingers is the next thing, you can feel, it has you open your eyes. Ethan holds your wrist in a tight grip, while Thomas enthusiastically and sloppily sucks on your fingers. He moans around your fingers and his eyes turn white again. You have already seen it one time before today. First you thought, it's only another way his excitement shows and it is. But he's not only excited, he's aroused. It has you moan as well. With a loud plop he lets them go. Before you can pull them back, Ethan licks over your fingers as well, his tongue cold. You shiver.

Ethan gets his hands back into your hair and pulls you up on your knees. Slowly you take off Ethan's blazer, kissing over his toned muscles, his skin feeling cold to your touch. Just when you kiss his nipple, you can feel another hand in your hair, long fingers. Thomas pulls you into a filthy kiss - it's a lot of tongue, his tongue hotter than anything you have ever felt, pulling your hair as he pleases. You take off his blazer, his skin hot under your fingertips. Under your tongue, when you let it wander over his neck artery, when you lick and bite into his stomach. Next to you, Ethan takes off his trousers without making a big show out of it. Thomas puts hands on the waistband of his skirt to get it off as well, you look up to him, lips still on his warm stomach. When he sees your face, he stops himself, instead he only takes off his briefs and leaves the white stockings and the skirt on.

"Trick or Treat?" Ethan asks.

"What's the treat?" you want to know.

"A surprise."

"And the trick?" you ask.

"You'll have to find out," he looks at you and smiles.

"Trick!"

"Good girl!" It's coming from Thomas, not what you expected. You expected Ethan would be the trick as you can have him as a treat every day, but you apparently where mistaken.

You put a hand on his thigh, under his skirt, your head follows and you leave kisses all over his upper thigh. He radiates so much heat, you moan. But before you can put your lips around his dick, he pulls you back by your hair.

"No cara, I don't want you to burn yourself like that."

You swallow, when you look at him. If he thinks, he runs too hot to blow him, how hot is he going to feel other places, when he …

Ethan getting behind you on the bed, snaps you out of your thoughts. He's sitting against the headboard, he looks beautiful, his long black hair with the white flowers - otherwise naked - pulling you with him between his legs. His skin touches yours, his cold skin against yours that feels more and more heated thanks to Thomas. It has you whimpering, going from one opposite to the other. Getting down on the bed, Thomas' skirt slips a little bit and he bats his lashes at you when he readjusts it.

"Spread your legs for him," Ethan whispers and bites into your earlobe, almost nibbles on it. You do spread your legs, Thomas coming closer, skirt slightly swinging before he is between your legs, puts his warm hands on your waist and his hot lips on your shoulder, lipgloss sticks to your skin. "Can I stay in your head?"

Yes, he can stay. You want him there, you trust him. It is never an unpleasant feeling, just feeling his presence on another level. You know, he wants to because this is new, because Thomas is there. You wonder if this would work with him as well, with a demon. Ethan laughs against your ear while Thomas sucks on your neck until he left a hickey and looks at you: "I can't read your mind."

"Sorry," you pull him up to kiss him, "I was just wondering, if this would work with you too, Ethan getting into your thoughts?"

"I probably would have to leave him in," he tilts his head, "I don't think he can otherwise do it or … not sure if that would work at all."

Thomas is kissing down your neck again, between your boobs, then your thighs, leaving more sticky lipgloss - the right one first, then the left one. You are writhing in Ethan's arms. Thomas kisses the fabric of your panties, licks over the fabric and then lightly sucks at your clit through the fabric. Slowly, so slowly, he's taking your underwear off, lets it glide off your legs. Then he puts his lips on your clit again, drawing circles, before moving down and licking over your entrance, licking into your pussy. Pushing his tongue in and out, still so slowly. Sloppy, sticky, hot - you're sure the lipgloss is completely off his lips now.

"How does that feel?" Ethan still asks even though, he knows. He can see all your thoughts, he knows how it feels for you what Thomas is doing with you.

You grab for Ethan's arm, clawing at it - pressing your nails into his skin. The heat is travelling through all of your body, your toes curling in pleasure: "Hot, good, so good. God, god fuck, it feels so hot."

You enjoy it, but it's so much, you yank at his hair to get him off. It's too much, too hot. You feel like burning. From the outside and the inside.

"Sorry," Thomas looks up at you - your hand still in his hair, "I'm trying not to overheat."

One second ago, you thought how it is too hot but you want him to be what he is, to not restrict himself. To show his demonic self. You can hear how Ethan says something to him but you can't register what is being said. Thomas is even getting a bit warmer on top of you, pressing his warm lips to your throat again. Ethan sneaks his arm around you, between Thomas' and your body. Thomas whimpers, Ethan's cold hand also touching his skin before he lets his fingers dance over your skin. He pushes one of his cold fingers into you, cooling you down, it's soothing, and then a second one. Until Thomas adds one of his slim nimble, and above all hot, fingers. Hotter than before. You wish, he would put his tongue somewhere on you again. Ethan pulls Thomas by his hair to your nipple - he puts his mouth on you. He licks over your nipple and then switches to the other one. You whine when Ethan pinches the one Thomas isn't grazing his teeth over, cold slowly taking over again, while Thomas sucks on your other one.

He lets go of your nipple, and sits up. Thomas lifts his skirt playfully. Shows you a bit of skin, shows his hairy thighs, lets it fall down again. Plays with his stockings, then lifts his skirt completely. He's a tease. He teases you even more when he gets between your legs again, pushing his dick between your folds, before he pushes in to you. Thousand little flames are lighting up everywhere in your body. He teases more, pulling back and stopping until you push against him. He still pulls back, grinning at you, before he pushes into you again, harder this time. But he remains playful all the way. Playful and sweet but teasing and passionate. You wonder if it has to do with him being an angel before becoming a demon. There's no time to think about it further, Thomas pushes your legs upwards against your upper body, Ethan ghosting his lips along your neck, probably still leaving light lipstick marks on your skin. It's so hot and he gets so deep, you almost scream and you shake in Ethan's arm. You can't tell if you just came or not. Thomas stops, making sure you are okay, before building up a rhythm. It reminds you of the first time with Ethan, when he played a mindtrick on you - you wanted to try it, but you don't do it often now, passionate but too draining for both of you.

Calm is still washing over you. First you thought Thomas' ways of being calming to be out of place, for a demon of all creatures, but Thomas disagreed with you. Demons have to be calming, or at least know how to be calming because it's easier to possess people, he explained. He chuckled when you pointed out his chaotic tendecies. Everyone has their flaws, he said, even a fallen angel. Sometimes you see how he possesses Vic just for fun and for the chaos that it leads to, Vic an unwilling participant for the most part, always complaining to you it feels like he's trashing her insides but that it's wildly satisfying and mostly she laughs about it with him together when the chaos is over. Otherwise you never asked how possession works or how it looks like or what he's doing as a demon - you trust him nonetheless.

"Are you sure, you should be this trusting," Ethan whispers into your ear, so that Thomas can't hear him, "He's a demon after all?"

Ethan drags his teeth and especially his fangs over the skin on your neck and then over the sensitive skin on your neck. You trust him as well, even though he's a vampire. He wouldn't bite you, drain you, sometimes he just pierces your skin softly with his sharp fangs to get a little taste of blood but never more. Thomas alters his rhythm slightly and gets your full attention back in a heartbeat. You moan, and then you moan into Thomas' mouth, one hand buried in his hair and the other one pulling at Ethan's hair behind you, knocking off the flower crown that was still on his head.

"You should ride him. Thomas deserves a Halloween treat as well, right?"

You turn around together, to get on top of him. Thomas moans, holding you, both of you moving your hips in the same rhythm. The little flames are still dancing - the light of the lamp on the bedside table flickers. Outside is lightning, thunder not too far behind. Thomas is sweaty, he's so unbelievable sweaty under you, his hair a mess, his bangs clinging to his forehead. Sweat on his throat that you lick away, your tongue tingling.

Interested you see how there's black reddish smoke coming from between Thomas' lips but he draws it back before you can get closer. He looks at Ethan.

"I'm not the one you have to ask. If you both want to."

He looks at you again: "Can I?"

"What?" You only have a vague idea.

"Get in you."

You thrust your hips downwards. He chuckles: "Not that kind of in."

He looks at you smiling, tiny bits of smoke still swirling in the air, and you realise that he means possessing you. You nod, you want this, you want to know how it feels. Thomas puts his hand on the back of your neck and then kisses you open-mouthed, the smoke still swirling between you, then leaving Thomas' body to find it's way into yours. If anything else before felt like burning and a thousand little fires, this feels like forest fire settling low in your stomach. On it's way Thomas touches something in you that you can't quite place.

You can feel how Thomas' skin gets colder, his eye colour turning into a pleasant grey-ish green, flickering only lightly. In the same moment, your body heat spikes up. You can feel how your eyes go through the motions like Thomas' before. They flicker because of Thomas' and your own excitement, you go to a dark place when they turn into black orbs, you feel Thomas' passion and wild rage taking over your body when they turn red and they stop at white, you both being incredibly aroused.

This time you can feel your orgasm build up, it's slow. Never did it feel this slow before. Ever. It builds up and up and up, but you don't release. You can't. You want to, but you can't.

"You can let go, it's gonna feel good for both of us."

It sends sparks through your body, Ethan got up and behind you, slowly grazing his fangs over your throat. Thomas pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, draws his demon back, the smoke between you, when you cum and cum and cum. It doesn't stop, it holds on for so long, you almost get dizzy, your head spinning. You crash down over him, he leaves gentle kisses in your hair and on your face while you still shake and whine. And then you can feel how he shakes as well, how he cums and moans into your mouth, his eyes white. The light turns off completely, it turns on again when he holds you in his arm, his breath slowly evening out.

"Vic said this hurts?" you mumble against his lips. You are curious, because it didn't. It didn't hurt, a little unusual. But otherwise there was just blinding pleasure and comfort.

"Yes," he mumbles back, "but you gave yourself willingly and it was for pleasure, not for chaos. She's always so shocked when I do it."

You stay like this, twirling strands of his hair between your fingers, you both breathing together and Ethan behind you drawing a pattern on your back.

"Ethan deserves a treat as well, don't you think?" He chuckles, it's cute. "And he's your treat as well."

You're tired and so calm in Thomas' arms but deep down in your soul you know, that you want to pleasure Ethan as well. And then it hits you, that Thomas touched your soul when he was possessing you. Before them, you never thought about the fact that your human flesh might house something else than organs. But then Ethan came around, a vampire with a soul, who explained that there are such and such, some with and some without - it depends on how they were created. And Thomas, a demon, that shouldn't have a soul but the longer you thought about it, and about your own, you think there's still something like a store somewhere in him. Ethan looks at you for a second, before looking at Thomas, showing him his fangs. Even Thomas seems to be intimidated by them, he recoils.

"I didn't take anything, I swear!"

"You better not."

It reminds you, how dangerous this is. You're between a demon that could do god knows what with your soul and body, burning through your skin, and a vampire that could drain all your blood from you. They wouldn't, you know - you trust them. But the possibility still remains, you shiver. You feel hot all over again. Ethan gives him another look before you get off Thomas with a heavy heart to give Ethan your undivided attention. Getting up, you can see how Thomas' cum is black. Such a stark contrast to Ethan's translucent one you are so used to.

"I thought, you told me, it's normal," Ethan says.

"It is," Thomas rolls his eyes, "Usually it is, I'm not having sex as a demon that often. It's too hard to control myself and only then it happens."

For a second or two, you ask yourself how that would look like, Thomas not controlling himself. In your bed. You bite your lips, Ethan growls at him and Thomas' eyes turn the darkest black you've ever seen, then a blazing shade of red before going back to normal. You kiss Thomas again, before Ethan pulls you back and kisses you possessively, leaving lipstick behind. He lays you down on the bed again, your head hitting the mattress - Thomas pulls your head onto his thigh, you leave a kiss on his skin and play with the hem of his skirt.

Ethan spreads your legs, he kisses you, cooling you completely down when he thrusts into you. He finds a rhythm quicker than Thomas, being used to you, to your needs, probably still being in your head, knowing exactly what you want. His thumb slowly circling your clit - Thomas slowly carding his fingers through your hair. Biting your tongue, you can taste the metallic taste of blood. Ethan kisses you, his lipstick already smudged, lets your tongues swirls together, moans when he gets blood on his tongue.

Ethan has more strength than Thomas and he shows it off, fucking you into the mattress. He's not letting you cum. He makes it look like, it's your choice but all three of you know that it's just show. It's his decision, not really yours anymore but one time he doesn't stop you.

"When you cum, Thomas can use the paddle on you." It gets you so excited, you almost don't stop yourself. "Or you can use it on him, whatever is worse."

In the end, you do control yourself, when you see Thomas looking intimidated, his eyes going wide. But you also see interest flashing in his eyes. Even more interest and fascination reflects on his face when Ethan bites into your throat, exactly where Thomas left a hickey earlier, he's still fucking you, and draws blood from you. Cold lips on your throat, your eyes are rolling back, Thomas licking his lips. Ethan cums before you, still sucking on your throat but it doesn't take you long to follow.

All three of you are a cuddle pile, exhausted. There's Thomas' sticky lipgloss everywhere, Ethan's lipstick - smudged, stains on your skin, dark eyeshadow - wiped away, Thomas' mascara - also smudged. You know, that you don't look any better, you're happy.

"You really didn't take anything?" Ethan wants to know again, he wants reassurance for something. He puts his hands around Thomas' throat, you putting your hands on his forearm, and he loosens his grip.

"I wouldn't, I would never! You know that!"

Ethan gets his hands off then, looking at him apologetically and whispering a silent sorry.

"What are you taking?" You ask, you put your arm around his hips, your other one around Ethan's. You know a lot about vampire lore and Ethan's history but you still don't know that much about him, you would like to know more.

"The souls of people who made a pact with Satan. And … Some here and there, consensually, of course. I would never take some for myself when my opposite doesn't want to give. And I would never only take a part of it," he looks at Ethan angrily. It seems like he was accused of a greater crime than just taking a soul.

"Why?"

Thomas sighs, and Ethan sighs as well.

"Some demons only take parts of human souls, it fucks them up completely, it's worse than when you just take them whole, it makes most humans go insane and …," he swallows, "Some of them just have fun feasting on the best chunks. I wouldn't. I only touched because it looked so pretty and warm, I'm sorry."

"I know, I'm sorry too, I'm just protective." He presses a kiss to Thomas' sweaty forehead - leaving a smudged lipstick stain there as well, to his sweaty bangs and you do the same.

"What happened to your wings?" Your own curiosity is taking over now, Ethan caresses your shoulders and Thomas takes your hand for a short moment.

He rolls out of bed, still dressed in the yellow skirt, the white stockings slipped down. Ethan is behind you, holding you securily in his arms. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the little oh Ethan breathes into your ear.

Thomas' wings are a dirty grey, some dirt sticking to them, a tiny bit of blood. You can see that he stopped taking care of them a long time ago, but for the most part, you see that his wings are clipped. It breaks a piece of your heart to see it, and this is new, you can feel something break in Ethan too. Snap - just like that. It's a weird moment to know something like this, but in this moment you know that you two belong together. And still Thomas' wings are one of the most beatiful things you have ever seen.

"Could I touch them?" You don't want to be rude but the feathers are drawing you in like a magnet.

"They are dirty," he blushes.

"We can wash them," you offer.

"We all have to shower anyways," Ethan says, "You can go, I'll do the bed first."

You get him under the shower and Thomas shudders and shakes his wings at you when the water is still too cold for him, hits his wings and then your face, you laugh. Carefully you wash them with a soft sponge you found hidden deep in Ethan's bathroom cabinets.

"Why did you become a demon?" There's still the fear to overstep but he seems open for the conversation.

"You know why Ethan turned? Same reason, but I did it out of my own will."

Love. That was the reason.

Ethan was a normal person at the beginning of the 1800's. He opened one of the first bookshops in Italy. You suspect that his old love for books as a human only amplified the love for knowledge a vampire has even more in his undead life. He was in love with a girl who wasn't allowed to see him, because her father thought she could have something better than him. So they met during dark nights, having dinner together in fields. Until one night, he didn't make it home. He died that night on the way home. He fell, his oil lamp falling with him, catching his feet and the next day only his corpse could be found. The girl felt deep guilt and blamed herself, like Ethan having a knack for the occult, she searched the hidden section in his bookstore until she found something interesting. She had a cat jump over his corpse to become a vampire. It looked like it didn't work but three nights later, he was standing in front of her, in one piece, no burn mark except one on his body, with fangs and an unquenchable thirst for blood. You asked how he felt with it but he reassured you, that it was absolutely fine; he can't remember the way home, or dying, there's no trauma. Just a pair of fangs - could have been worse.

"Can I ask what happened? Who did this to you?"

"I played dice with Satan to safe the soul of a loved one. I … I lost. So I gambled my own soul, to have another chance at it. I won, she released the soul of my loved one but kept mine instead. I should have read the fine print on which conditions she would have play me again, I was never suppossed to get both back. But stupid trusting me having faith, went for a another game, I already lost my soul and already knew I would be cast out of heaven. She offered me that she'll let me go, live a soulless life with my loved one, but leave us and any offspring past that alone, forever. I went for it, it went okay, I was finally lucky until I wasn't and I lost. In return she kept me in hell for fifthy years and had the pleasure to turn a fallen angel into a demon unwillingly." He looks at you, and you look back, carefully washing away at his wings. "She cheated on me, she played with a loaded dice."

"Was it -, was it for another angel?"

"No, she was human, like you or Vic. She lived a long and fulfilled live, had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids and so on over the years. She died a long time ago, but I still visit the family from time to time. I'm still always invited for birthdays." He smiles at you sadly. "I … I would do it again, you know. I would always do it again, if it means she had a peaceful happy life in the end, I would do it."

"I'm sorry." You don't know what else to say. You remember some yellowed, old looking photographs in Thomas' wallet, you can have a guess now that this is her family and somehow his as well.

"It's not too bad, it could be worse," he smiles, "I love the chaos I can cause, I could have never in heaven, even when I would have liked too and I would have liked to, believe me, and some things are more of a perk than a burden. It's okay, trust me."

Ethan joins you in the bathroom as well, he washes his face first, before having a look into the shower.

"You okay in here?"

"Yes," you smile at him, "Could you just hold that wing, he always moves it when I touch there, I just can't clean that one spot."

Ethan does you the favour, smiling at Thomas, who in turn isn't having it at all. His wing is flapping again and he splashes Ethan with water that drops out of the feathers.

"Lets try the other way around," you say and hold Thomas' wing again, "Can you clean it?"

The sponge hits Ethan' face - Thomas giggles.

Ethan somehow does manage and you finally get out of the shower. All clean, getting wrapped into warm and fluffy towels.

"Sorry that these are still grey."

"Don't worry, they won't get any better, they are supposed to be a shiny silver but that's long gone."

"It's still a lovely colour." You kiss the tip of his nose.

Ethan kisses your cheek: "We can have some tea in bed and I stole some cake from the party."

You raise his eyebrows at him, sounds more like a Thomas' thing to do.

"I'm full of surprises! It's shaped like little bats, how could I not?" He laughs and you kiss him lovingly. Thomas looks at the floor, you kiss him as well. Not because you feel sorry for him, but because you want to. Ethan smiles at you both.

You all have tea together in bed, the cake Ethan nicked from the party on a plate between you. You are talking more about Ethan's earlier life, but also about Thomas' earlier life - your head rests on Ethan's shoulder. Thomas tells you something about another stint in hell because he refused to get a soul from someone who didn't want to let it go, but that after this he met Vic. And how he mostly prefers being a chaotic, independent demon over being an angel bound to heaven. It eases you a little bit.

When all the cake is eaten and the teacups are empty, Thomas wants to leave and go to his own bed. Ethan and you look at each other, it's not an option. You pull him back into bed and Thomas smiles shyly at both at you but doesn't complain.

Thomas was right, he has the fluffiest wings, it's the most comforting experience, there's still a thunderstorm outside: You fall asleep with Thomas' wings wrapped around Ethan and your own body.

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Trivia (aka useless facts about this, with me, a section no one ever asked for):

Elle Woods - Legally BlondeCher Horowitz - Clueless Lilies and roses - Lilies represent the Holy Spirit and stand for the link to the afterlife. Roses "attract angels of love" and they strengthen and cultivate new relationships. Bookstores in Italy - The first bookstore in Italy was opened in 1810 in Genoa Legend about Pope Sylvester II - The legend says he played dice with the devil to become pope

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