#buck is my favourite!! hes an amazing character and hes come so far!!!
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Ok but in general, what’s up with the Buck hate lately ?? I’ve seen so many weird ass takes about him, and that after he exhibited the most amazing growth this last episode
honestly I'm like 99% sure it's all coming from either people who are mad that taylor is leaving the show, or people who decided buck was irredeemable after kissing lucy (which means, of course, people who just don't understand his development or the stories being told and decide to call it shitty writing instead of grabbing a couple brain cells to rub together).
like he's really grown so much and yeah in this last episode especially when we see him finally choosing himself and his own happiness over what he thinks he should want, and the people spewing hate are ignoring his incredible journey in favour of crying misogyny over a breakup that was literally always meant to happen. whether you love or hate taylor, she was never going to stick around, and hating on the other amazing characters isn't going to change that. and it just makes u sound dumb.
#buck is my favourite!! hes an amazing character and hes come so far!!!#all of the hate ive seen has been entirely unjustified and mostly incredibly stupid tbh#so just pay it no mind anon#we can live laugh love with the smart people on this side of the fandom#911 fox#nyms asks#911 spoilers#sorta
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zero escape fan here:
if you want to play it yourself, i recommend playing 999 first on an emulator and using the ds version. 999 has a remaster that is sold with vlr and cant be bought seperately, so i like to think of it as a sort of "test run", and then you can get vlr on steam or whatever.
additionally, in the remaster they screw with the writing a bit? like, they change it from 2 screens at once to 2 screens you have to toggle. a LOT of letsplayers play on adventure mode, which ONLY has them talking and none of the important details present, so they have to make characters point out the obvious and it just sorta ruins the flow. if they play novel mode [which has both dialouge and the narration], it comes off as just constantly repeating itself. the worst part is that youll most likely have to look for playthroughs that are almost a decade old if you want to watch the original ds version as a playthrough— so i think its best to play that one yourself.
vlr and ztd dont have these issues, however, so feel free to watch those as playthroughs :) im new to your blog, so i dont know where you stand on the "ill only buy a game if i REALLY wanna play it and ill usually just watch a playthrough" to "if im interested in a game, ill buy it myself and play it and use letsplayers for recommendations" scale, but it seems like youre on the "only buy if necessary" end from what ive seen so far. im just trying to give advice :)
[and if youre iffy about emulating or dont want to "pirate" a game, nintendo has stopped production of this game and the consoles it plays on, so this is the only way to play this game unless you want to shell out at least 800 bucks for a new ds/3ds and a legit cartridge. the remaster takes 999 from what id call a masterpiece to just a good game, and ive played through both versions of the game 100% and the remaster got me LAUGHING in serious situations just because of the writing. the ds version is definitely the way to go for a first playthrough, at least in my opinion.]
anyways, from one zero escape fan to hopefully another one in the future, i hope you enjoy! play/watch a letsplay however you want, this is just one stranger's suggestion. having fun is the important part, and if you want any clarification tell me and ill send in another ask 👍
Thanks very much for the advice! And yeah, you've absolutely hit the nail on the head with the ''only buy if necessary'' XD I don't exactly come from a place with the income buy video games or the consoles needed to play them myself so easily, so Let's Plays it is! Which isn't too bad since I really like reacting to the game along with others, so I guess there's a silver lining there. Although I did hear about some issues with 999. Something about being sorta lost in translation too? NicoB's videos are exactly a decade old and the original ds version if memory serves, so I should be in clear with most of these issues. Good to know that the other two games are free to watch without difficulty at least.
I'm currently at the point where Akane and Junpei are investigating door 4 (with Lotus and Santa) and it's definitely super engaging at the moment. The investigation style really reminds me of DRA2 chapter 4's one, which was my absolute favourite investigation in the entire series (along with V3 chapter 4), so I'm super excited to see more of it! I love how the characters bounce off each other so well. I LIVE for Snake's snark and Akane's nerdiness, they're so lovely. And Nico's commentary during the more serious situations had me CACKLING so bad, especially how dirty he does the 9th dude every time it's amazing.
Stranger's suggestion or not, I very much appreciate the sentiment! I definitely feel like this will be a game I'll be stuck with for a while, but if it's already this fun now I think I'll be happy to stay ^-^ I'll be sure to keep this in mind! From one potential Zero Escape Fan to an already one, thanks and take care 👍
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Stucky Fic Recs
So basically I went through all of my ao3 bookmarks and collated a list of some of my favourites (I couldn't fit all of them on this list, so if anyone shows interest there might be a part two).
Please read tags and descriptions of the works before reading, some of them are pretty dark or extremely horny so just make sure you check that the fic is for you!!
Please please please send me your favourite fics in return! I am always happy to hear fic recs, headcanons and any other ideas/comments you all have!
Without any further ado, here are a few of my favourite Stucky fics:
‘Not Easily Conquered’ series by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFear
Rating: M, Words: 117,692
https://archiveofourown.org/series/115516
“I told you, you heard me: I told you never to follow me into Hell. Now I’m not vain enough to think that’s why you’re out here now — if there’s any person in what’s left of this God forsaken planet who’s part of a bigger picture, it’d be you. But I’ll keep saying it until it sticks. You got nothing to prove. I’m not worth much, I damn well know that, but I’ll ask you anyway: Stay for me. If you leave me alone in this world I’ll turn into something terrible. I’ll turn into the nasty creature that’s growing inside me. This war, it’ll swallow me whole”
[To me, this fic is like the classic Stucky 101 fanfic – if you're a Stucky fan and you haven't read this, I highly recommend it. The authors explore the Steve/Bucky relationship in such an interesting, tragic, emotive way and I cry every time I read it. I couldn't praise this work enough.]
‘Ain’t No Grave’ series by spitandvinegar
Rating: M-E, Words: 131,789
https://archiveofourown.org/series/426577
"Yeah, he never calls me by my name," Steve says. "It's always champ, ace, hotshot, that kinda thing."
"Man, that is flirting," Sam says. "That nicknames thing, he is flirting with you. He's just working his way up to calling you baby or something."
Steve goes redder than a damn coke can. Sam pumps his fist. "Yes, I am so right, I am wise as hell. He did, didn't he?"
"He called me sweetheart," Steve says grimly, "because he's a drug addict with brain damage."
"Or because he looooooves you," Sam says. Captain America throws a cookie at his head. Sam eats it, because he deserves a treat for being so damn wise.”
[I'm currently re-reading this fic and absolutely loving it. The way spitandvinegar writes Bucky's road towards recovery and Steve's entire characterisation – it's all just so good. It's another one that covers some pretty dark themes, so make sure you're checkin those tags!]
'Einherjar' by thecommodore_squid
Rating: M, Words: 71297
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7157024/chapters/16249814
But Steve was fine.
Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.
He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.
AKA
In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.
[basically the definition of a recovery fic, I absolutely adore it. This is tragic and amazing and makes me cry and smile. It’s got a bunch of fantastic cameos and It really just ticks so many of my boxes.]
‘Like real People do’ by 2bestfriends
Rating: E, Words: 67,775
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19887376/chapters/47103217
“"Ask me what?" demands Bucky. "I didn't hear a question."
Steve licks his lips. "Will you stay with me? Will you come back home, Buck?"
"Home," repeats Bucky in a small voice, and then he's crying for real.”
[Basically soft lumberjack!steve and lonely twink!bucky being horny and in love. This is a comfort fic for that’s really just about my favourite boys falling in love.]
‘This City Bleeds it’s Aching Heart’ by anonymous
Rating: E, Words: 34,537
https://archiveofourown.org/works/835829/chapters/1591736
“The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.”
[The plot in this one is just a good time and i think it’s just a really fun take on the fake relationship trope. Also some really great characterisation.]
‘Home is Wherever I’m With You’ by cydonic
Rating: E, Words: 88,570
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18868081/chapters/44783077
“Bucky kisses Steve and Emma goodbye before they leave for school, which is why – partway down the road – Amelia turns to him and asks, “why are you and Daddy kissing?”
Which is definitely a conversation Bucky’s been expecting since Steve just did it, but it still takes him by surprise. Again, he thinks he should wait for Steve, but Amelia’s not the sort of kid to let anything rest. Plus, Bucky’s taking her to school where she will undoubtedly share the story with anyone who’ll listen.
He also stops to think that Steve’s asked him to stay, which means Bucky must be trusted with their happiness and well-being, at least in some small capacity.
Bucky clears his throat and searches for some explanation that will help Amelia make sense of this sudden turn of events. “Because we love each other,” is all he comes up with.”
[Bear with me, this is a House Flipper!Bucky Au. And dad!Steve. I just love a found family trope I’m not gonna lie to you. Another comfort fic that warms my lil heart.]
‘Lucky Seven’ by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves)
Rating: E, Words: 94,364
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7033105/chapters/16002481
“Back from where--?” James says, the sentence ending in a distinctly undignified squawk as Steve sweeps him up in his arms, bridal-style, and starts carrying him upstairs.
James tenses momentarily then relaxes into Steve's arms and throws back his head and starts laughing. The laughter peals out of him, his body shaking, his amusement occasionally broken by little gasps of pain.
“What's so funny?” Steve frowns.
“You are,” James says, still giggling. “You're ridiculous, Steve Rogers.”
“Behave. Or I will drop you,” Steve growls.
[The shrunkyclunks modern AU of my dreams featuring Mechanic!Bucky and cap!Steve and some really beautiful writing.]
'Dishonor On Your Cow' by mandarou
Rating: E, Words: 111695
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10659162/chapters/23589582
“Sergeant Barnes?”
“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.
“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”
Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.
“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”
“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.
Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.
“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.
[I’m not gonna lie it took me a minute to get into this one but by the end I was crying with them, laughing with them, and just really in my feels. Some very insane things happen so here’s a few of my favourite tags: ‘Seargent Barnes is done with your Shit Steve’, ‘blatant disrespect of a man’s motorcycle’, ‘Steve you ding dong’ and ‘PR nightmares in the form of Supersoldiers’.]
Propietary Information by Notlucy
Rating: E, Words: 85141
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11964402/chapters/27054777
“Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.”
[We were never gonna get through this list without a Sugar Daddy!AU (I have a weakness). This one is… saucy and sexy and sweet and uh pretty kinky so read the tags and all. I’ve read it a few times, and I love the way the author has written Steve in this one, he just makes my heart go '!!!']
‘Roots Have Grown’ by AustinB
Rating: M, Words: 17280
https://archiveofourown.org/works/6912451/chapters/15767941
“Bucky is a mildly agoraphobic veteran with funds to spare, who becomes enamored with the cute blonde guy in his building.
So when Steve mentions needing a roommate to cut down on rent costs, Bucky decides it would be a good idea to volunteer.”
[Another weakness of mine is Roommate AUs, and this one is phenomenal. I tend to go for post serum!Steve stories more often, but this is a pre-serum Steve that I just adore.]
‘The Cold Never Bothered me Anyway’ by icoulddothisallday
Rating: E, Words:75562
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11728869/chapters/26425530
“Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).”
[I think this is the only soulmate AU in my bookmarks? I would totally be down to read more though! This one is really fun and really enjoy Bucky’s characterisation here!]
'War, Children' by Nonymos
Rating: E, Words: 106615
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5373050/chapters/12409394
“After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.
Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.”
[An interesting exploration of Bucky’s PTSD with a trans!Steve which was a cool take on his character too!]
'The Company You Keep' by orbingarrow
Rating: G, Words: 51191
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3468605/chapters/7613072
“Hurt, hungry, and on the run, the Winter Soldier doesn’t have a lot of safe options to go to for help. Figuring that any friend of Captain Steve Rogers is unlikely to be HYDRA, Bucky takes a chance and reaches out to the first Avenger he can find.
It works out better than anyone could have expected. Eventually.”
[hurt/comfort, recovering Bucky, protective Steve, found family and domestic avengers, need I say more? I absolutely loved this one]
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Miguel Galindo NSFW Alphabet
I have never done one of these before and all my dear friends have done the SVU boys, so I branched out a little doing Miguel Galindo cause he is just a god. So please be kind x
This is dedicated to @beccabarba we have both crushing pretty hard as of late.
Warnings: Smut
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Miguel can go from calling you Puta and pulling at your hair slamming into you, to running a bubble bath, making you tea, rubbing your shoulders or holding you running his big warm long fingered hands up and down your back telling you how well you did and how much he loves you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Yours: His fingers and wrists. The way his long fingers brush across your skin sending shivers down your spine. The way they grab onto sheets of paper turning pages and the way they wrap around a glasses and your wrists pinning you down. His wrists are the most amazing things you have ever seen. You love wrapping your fingers around them, kissing down his arm starting there making him groan.
His: Your lips. He loves how plump and full they are. Especially when you have his favourite shade of lip stick on, down on your knees with your lips wrapped round his long thick cock.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Miguel is all about marking his territory showing everyone that you’re his. That includes coming anywhere on your body, your chest, stomach or ass. The feel of his hot salty cum running over your skin while be grunts over you makes you moan loud every time at his invisible marks.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
If anyone was to know this about the cartel boss, he would never live it down, but sometimes- although not very often Miguel likes to be dominated. He likes after long days over the boarder once he is washed and fed for you to take over. He likes being pushed up against the wall, you kissing down his neck, undoing his shirt buttons, marking him, telling him what a good Papi he is to you and what you are going to do to him to make him groan your name.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
For a cartel boss he has hadn’t that much experience with too many other women, knowing most of them were gold diggers, but Miguel defiantly knows what he is doing with his cock, fingers and mouth most nights making you come multiple times.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You on your knees in front of him or doggy style. He loves your lips wrapped around him but he also likes thrusting into you hard and fast from behind, either one hand pushing you down into the surfaces he is fucking you on or his fingers in your hair pulling you up so your body is flush with his bucking up into you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Miguel does love having a good laugh with that grin that melts ice. He chuckles to himself with funny things you say and loves when your telling him funny stories about your day. His favourite Saturday night is watching a comedy curled up with you on the couch both giggling.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Definitely. His well-groomed face says it all, although you do love when things are getting a little un-kept and it tickles your nose, it turns you on that little bit more.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Romance has never been an issue. Miguel will sweep you off your feet in more ways than one. Taking you out for romantic dinners a dress and shoeing arriving earlier in the day for you to wear for a date, sending flowers while his away and when you are out he always has a hand on your back, holds your hand or has his arm linked with yours. As much as you love when he gives it to you hard and rough, you also love when he takes his time with you whispering how much he loves you in your ear as he feels your inner walls flutter around him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
When Miguel is home it’s not something he really has to do himself because you’re always there for him. But when he is away sometimes days and weeks at a time, you always know what it means if he asks for a photo or a video calls comes through, which you are always more than happy to assist with.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
When you’re on your knees and he is throat deep, you humming around him when his pre-cum hits your tongue and you reach up to cup his balls squeezing them gently. It drives Miguel crazy making him come on the spot or he pulls you up and off him pushing you on the bed and ramming into you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Of course in bed in your shared bedroom. But he loves quickies in the back of the car or bending you over his home office desk.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you walk into his office in a tight little dress showing off your curves, sitting on his lap running your fingers through his beard while you call him Papi or the way your run your pointer finger down his jaw line, batting your eye lashes and the way you purr his name.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There really isn’t much that Miguel wouldn’t do, he is up for anything. But he takes your lead on everything and if you don’t like it you say the word, it stops and it’s never done again.
When it comes to you he has no turns offs, he wouldn’t have brought you into his life, into his bed if there were. But he doesn’t like when you question your beauty. To him you are the most beautiful women he has seen and it upsets him when you think other wise taking every chance he can to tell you how beautiful you are so you never forget it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Miguel loves receiving there is no doubt, but he loves giving more. He knows how quickly he can make you come undone when he is between your thighs his beard running along your skin making you squirm, whimper and moan under him, screaming his name so loud making your throat burn.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Both is good. When Miguel knows he is going away for an extended time you both take your time so you can feel every inch of each other knowing you’re going to miss each other.
But other times rough and fast is what gets you both off the quickest before you have somewhere to be or he has an appointment coming to the house for a meeting.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Miguel does love a quickie. Sometimes you have both worked each other up that much whispering into each other’s ears that it doesn’t take long most often than not you both coming together or close together. But he does try for it not to happen too often so he can worship your body, the goddess that you are to him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Experiments are also on the table at least once. Miguel knows your body and so he will take a risk to a certain point. He knows if you’re getting to your limit but he also knows when something is giving you pure bliss he will push you as far as he can, unless you say otherwise.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Stamina is never an issue, even after long work days and weeks. Miguel is always ready to go at a drop of a hat, sometimes after a long time away going two or three rounds a night making up for lost time, Miguel grateful not having to use his hand and can touch you, not see you over a screen.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Miguel loves toys he can control on you. Nothing turns him on more than when you’re dressed to the nines for an event talking to other partners of friends and business partners knowing that you have a vibrator in you that he put in there earlier that he is controlling from his phone. Only Miguel knows by your face, but you never show it to anyone else and he can’t wait to get you home to show you what a good girl you have been.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Miguel can be a real tease, whispering dirty things in your ear while smiling out into a crowded room and sending you dirty messages to fire you up. Saying dirty things in English and Spanish. He isn’t too unfair in the end always keeping to his word about what he is going to do to you once your home alone.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Miguel grunts and groans, sometimes really loud after being away, other times it’s just a whisper leaving his lips, but either drives you crazy.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Whether you’re in a simple pair of jeans and a top, dress pants and blouse, a sun dress or evening dress. Miguel loves watching when you peel your clothes off to see your bra and panties match your colour choice of clothing.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
His tailored suits don’t really leave much to the imagination, especially in his vest and shirt. But when he is in boxers and shirtless, you can’t help but run your eyes down his tanned skin, broad strong muscly shoulders, solid chest and deliciously shaped abs, his hair on his chest just enough running down to the dip of his hips. His solid legs and thighs inviting you for a ride.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Miguel has a high sex drive, sometimes he can’t even handle it when you walk through the house in your gym wear pushing you up against the wall or perching you on the back of the couch. Even after days away Miguel is hard walking through the door just at the thought of seeing you, carrying you upstairs laying you on the floor pushing your panties to the side or pulling you into the shower pushing you against the shower wall running his hands over your dripping wet body.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Miguel doesn’t usually fall asleep quickly. He likes to hold you as you drift off to sleep, watching as your face softens as you enter a deep slumber. Sometimes he lays awake for hours just holding you listening for concerning noises in the dark outside, ready at any moment if anyone were to try and harm you to get to him.
Tags: @thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @teamsladsandgents @lovebennycolonmiguelgalindo @amorestevens
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The Great Ace Attorney Playthrough: The Adventure of the Unbreakable Speckled Band (Part 1)
Last Time: With a little help from Susato, the lady in pink, we discovered that Miss Brett poisoned Dr Wilson with Curare, a fast acting poison that’s only effective when introduced into the blood stream. In a last ditch attempt to avoid justice, Miss Brett destroyed the evidence right in front of the court, but fortunately my man Hosonaga was on hand with new evidence he’d taken from the crime scene, meaning that all we had to do was catch the thief of a rare golden coin, and tie Miss Brett up with her own words! At last I (Ryunosuke) was acquitted!
...only to find out in the lobby that Miss Brett has managed to privilege her way out of any consequences and was gone like smoke in the wind. (Also Kazuma used his sword in a way I found very hot, and I think I’ve accidentally doomed him to death or moral corruption.)
I’m 90% sure The Speckled Band is a Sherlock Holmes case, and I’m 49% sure it’s one of the ones I’ve read. I’m guessing this is where we’ll meet The Great Himbo Detective Herlock Sholmes then!
Well I guess that answers that then.
(And yes, I have read this one)
HERLOCK!
And he’s voiced by Professor Layton maybe???
Ooh, this seems like a Study in Scarlet, are we doing a Study in Scarlet guys?
Herlock has a magic gun!?!
Also I’m not digging this Japanese scripture and talk of it being penned by ‘the victim himself’. Kazuma what did I tell you about leaving my sight?
Wait... I could have sworn I just saw Hosonaga dressed as a sailor...
Oh balls, am I about to be accused of murder again?
Honestly I can’t take you anywhere Ryunosuke
Well Ryunosuke, you remember how you went to a lovely restaurant and got arrested for a murder you didn’t commit?
Well, it’s just like that but substitute restaurant for ship.
Also I’m not liking how little I’ve seen of Kazuma...
Ryunosuke we really need to have a talk about you just saying what people want to hear.
ITS FUCKING KAZUMA ISN’T IT?!
:(
Nononononononono
I knew this was coming, you knew this was coming, Ace Attorney law dictated it was coming as soon as it set Kazuma up as both my mentor and best friend.
But even so, I thought they were just empty threats! I didn’t think they’d actually follow through! Or that we might at least enjoy Herlock Sholmes ad his magic gun together first.
I realise I’m stalling here, but maybe if I just don’t click I’ll not have to see his body.
Sailor Man, I understand that you’re very upset, we all are, but I need you to understand that I’m grieving here.
The man I love took one look at the morally compromised shits I’m normally into and decided he’d rather die than join them! And yes I know I’m still stalling and not taking this as seriously as I should because I still don’t believe it!
See, me and Ryunosuke are on the same page!
I didn’t Susato, but the problem is that you and I have only just met and I’m not very convincing!
:(
Kazuma you legend! I refuse to believe you are dead until I see your corpse.
Now Ryunosuke’s all: I can’t believe they tossed your case around that much. I thought I was going to die.
And Kazuma’s telling me he’s just amazed I fitted inside his trunk in the first place.
Kazuma you can’t be gone! Who else will condescendingly tell me to go to France and ask rather than translate a French label for me?
Now Kazuma’s telling me (Ryunosuke) that I’m going to have to live in his cabin for the next 50 days.
Also we’ve got to keep this from Susato because we’re breaking the law and Kazuma doesn’t want us to take her down with us.
Lol, every day I get shoved into the wardrobe by an uncaring Kazuma!
Oh, that’s what the message said!
God knows what the steward thought Kazuma was keeping in his wardrobe though
:(
See Ryunosuke, this is why we think before we speak.
I don’t envy the real killer when Susato gets hold of them.
From what I can find out it’s a locked room mystery, and the cause of death is still undetermined, so I’m guessing something like poison then rather than an obvious thing, like being stabbed with his big sword.
On one hand, I really hope it wasn’t something like Curare, because I don’t want Kazuma to have gone out like that, but on the other hand poison would explain why the killer didn’t need to be in the room when he died and why Kazuma didn’t strike them down with said big sword.
Ok, so Kazuma, legend that he was, got up every day at the crack of dawn to do sword training. And Susato, who I’m begging to suspect is incredibly hardcore, go up before him so she could go and wait for him outside.
Now that’s interesting.
The two of them seem like they were pretty close, so there’s a good chance it’s just that she’s so familiar with Kazuma’s habits that she can tell the second something’s off, or it could be that there’s some other reason we need to work out.
If that’s correct that means Kazuma was killed in the small hours of the morning.
You know up ‘til now I’ve been assuming Ryunosuke was knocked out or something, and that’s why he was unconscious in the wardrobe, but now I’m starting to think he might have just been sleeping in there.
:((
Wait why’d Kazuma write in Russian?
Like I’d buy that he might know it, but I don’t buy that’s it’s what he’d write in in his finger moments.
Well that proves my innocence then, all we need to do is get some witnesses to verify the ‘go to France and ask’ moment from the last case
Oh ok, I didn’t manage to screenshot it, but it seems that I (Ryunosuke) didn’t put myself in the wardrobe. That’s very odd.
I can see a vent up there, so maybe someone gassed us and then got in while we were asleep and set up the crime scene.
Kazuma said I should come, next question
Ryunosuke, with some of the words that come out of your mouth I don’t think you should be throwing stones.
Love?
Apparently not.
This is going to be something ominous isn’t it...
I’m starting to feel like Kazuma knew he’d never see England.
Kazuma how many toes did you tread on?
Oh fucking hell!
You can’t die and be heading down a dark moral path, that’s not fair!
Yeah, I want to know that too.
Ah
So my poison/drugging theory seems to be holding up. Apparently Kazuma bought me something to eat, I climbed into the hiding wardrobe, and then it’s lights out from there.
Given that I didn’t wake up when Kazuma was killed I’m going to say that also back that theory up. Even if it was silent I feel like Ryunosuke would have woken up if someone was going round the cabin knocking ink bottles over and killing Kazuma.
No, don’t blame yourself Ryunosuke!
It’s my fault really, if I was going to find Kazuma hot I should have made sure I could manifest inside my switch and protect him!
Ah, of course! Isn’t her dad a professor of pathology? And she seems like the sort of person who picks things up pretty quickly!
In other words, if this is a poisoning, she could be the perfect person to be partnered up with.
:(((
Susato is fully prepared to kick our ass if we try and leave, and as the woman who got up before Kazuma, I think we should listen to her.
:(((((
I say we team up as an investigative duo and catch this bastard!
Yeah!
SHE FUCKED US UP!!!
Susato didn’t come here to play! Especially when we might have killed Kazuma!
(Editors note: this isn’t a bad screenshot, Susato genuinely made Ryunosuke’s vision go blurry)
I know we need to investigate, but my god this woman’s got a fist to match her convictions.
You know when I first met Susato I was a bit afraid she was going to be the inverse of Maya to the point of being meek and shy.
Now I see what a fool I was.
Susato might be prepared to politely follow the rules, but woe betide you if you break them.
She’s even named it!
Again I know this is bad for us but GO SUSATO!
(God damn it you can’t all be my favourite characters)
Her own special martial arts form Ryunosuke!
And just like that she regathers her composure and carries on as if nothing had happened!
I like how she’s still just standing over me.
Ok Ryunosuke let’s go!
(Seriously though we don’t want her as an enemy)
Ah of course, Kazuma stuck the seal on the wardrobe, and the fact Herlock Sholmes (the himbo detective) had to pull it off means I didn’t leave!
No one respects poor Ryunosuke...
So it seems that Susato doesn’t believe we’re innocent just yet, but as we’ve presented the possibility of doubt before her she will let us investigate this room.
Given the buck wild nature of the last trial she was involved in, I honestly can’t blame her for not ruling this possibility out. After all if this was something a witness in a trial had said I’d be thinking the same thing.
Susato’s going to be watching us to make sure we don’t disturb the crime scene, which again is fair.
I’ve got to say, I’m really digging Susato’s cautiously suspicious and sensible nature. It feels like a good counterbalance to Ryunosuke’s beautiful but naïve outlook on life.
I bet if Susato had stowed away onboard a ship you wouldn’t catch her immediately confessing as soon as a sailor started to press her.
Who am I kidding, Susato would never have got into this situation in the first place.
*sob*
Ok so far we’ve got:
A) Half a pink kimono fastener on the floor next to a brick red mark
B) One disturbed table, with the remains of our roast chicken dinner on the floor
C) The terrible knowledge that Kazuma spent his last night on earth hungry because he didn’t like chicken
D) Kazuma’s precious katana, that he loved dearly and that he’d apparently managed to persuade the government to let him bring to the UK.
Oh yeah, drive the knife in why don’t you game!
Why do I feel like Ryunosuke’s about to get roasted?
There we go.
(It’s what Kazuma would have wanted)
DON’T JUST GO WITH IT RYUNOSUKE!
Back to investigating, we’ve got a ransacked shelf, and Kazuma’s London diary.
Just, you know, to rip my heart out...
It looks like the final entry’s incomplete, which means Kazuma was probably writing it when the incident happened. Unfortunately Susato is violently insistent that we respect the Kazuma’s private thoughts after his death, so we can’t read it.
We’ve got the inky Russian(?) on the floor which none of us can either recognize, nor read (including me)
(Sorry to any Russians reading this by the way, I can only assume you’re screaming that this isn’t Russian, but I’m just going by what the Great Himbo Detective said in the cut scene.)
Ok, so the sailor who’s been guarding us got very flustered when we asked if everything was normal last night, meaning that either he’s been skiving off, or everything was in fact not normal last night.
Oh sweet, it seems that Ryunosuke and Susato both read detective novels, and while we’ve shot down the possibility of using the needle and thread trick to unbolt the door from the outside (side note: I must remember to try that later), I feel like both they, and the player who immediately started trying to rattle off facts about Curare, have had a bonding moment.
Ok, I think that’s this half of the room done, let’s go and check out that vent I saw earlier.
So the vent connects to the room next door. That means if the grate could be moved we have a way in and out of our crime scene!
HERLOCK SHOLMES!!!
I mean, he’s quite hard to miss Ryunosuke
(I think Ryunosuke might have an Apollo complex short)
Understatement of the century
Her and me both Ryunosuke, it’s The Great Himbo Detective!!!
WE’RE TALKING TO HIM!
AND HE’S BLANKING US!!!
Herlock Sholmes I understand that you’re in a critical point of your investigation, but you need to understand that Ryunosuke, Susato and I are sad and need to see your magic gun.
YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS!!!
IT’S LIKE HE HEARD ME!!!
OH GREAT HIMBO DETECTIVE CHEER ME WITH YOUR WITH YOUR ECCENTRIC ACTS THAT ARE RELATABLE TO MY AUTISTIC ASS!!!
OMFG HE’S SO INCREDIBLY WRONG!!!
I hope this is the way all of his deductions go from now on.
Also I’m sorry Russia and the Russian language, I should not have believed what the man, who on reflection was sold to me as the great himbo detective, said.
Susato’s buying it!
Susato look into my eyes and tell me Ryunosuke could ever make it as a soldier.
No, please do!
And the bullet flies a mile wide!
I’m still upset about Kazuma, but I’m somehow also having the time of my life
SUSATO YOU KNOW I’M FROM JAPAN!!!
SHE TOOK ME OUT!!!
AND MY GOD AM I HERE FOR IT!!!
Ryunosuke’s finally snapped!
What I find amazing is that the Sherlock Holmes Herlock Sholmes stories clearly exist, basically unchanged in this world. So either Dr Watson Wilson was either lying through his teeth to spare his friend’s feelings, or he is the stopped clock is right twice a day person who Herlock actually hit the nail on the head for, and therefore he believed everything that was said.
‘On rout to foreign climates’ that’s how ships work Herlock!
Exactly!
I’ll say one thing for Herlock though, you can’t beat him down!
How am I both Ryunosuke and Susato in this scene?
Yeah Naruhodo-san! I thought you read detective stories!
Quick Susato! Get him to sign a copy!
Um... has no one told him yet...
I’m also curious about the fact that he still believes Dr Wilson’s in London. Either there are two Dr Wilson’s, or something weird is going on here.
Look at his hat Ryunosuke, it contains all the information you need
He got his own name wrong!
Hosonaga, I don’t know if you can hear from wherever you are on this ship dressed as a sailor, but there is a fight and you are rapidly losing!
(Also to be fair to Herlock, as someone who’s been playing a lot of Hitman recently, looking inside the wardrobe already means he’s doing a lot better than literally every character in that game.)
Ok so it was Russian then and I no longer have to apologies!
Do you think Herlock has ever been to Russia?
Ok Mr ‘is this cow a cat?’
:(((((((
HERLOCK THAT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE ME!!!
Ok everyone, we’re also on the lookout for a missing Russian Ballerina along with Kazuma’s killer. I don’t know how, but I wouldn’t have been told about her if she wasn’t relevant
I can’t believe we’ve finally found the vindictive part of Ryunosuke’s beautiful personality!
We’re finally reading Kazuma’s diary!
Oh fuck, Kazuma was bitten by an adder
Wait, if that was the case why didn’t he dispatch it with his big sword? We’ve seen him do precision work before, so that can’t be it.
Either way, I think we really need to talk to the person in the room next to mine.
Also: Herlock Sholmes gets seasick!
Did she just break my cuffs?
My mistake she’s just showing some tough love to get me to buck up!
Let’s go team!
HOSONAGA!!!
“What are you doing here?” “I think that should be my line” This feels like that meme of the two Spidermen pointing at each other
I wouldn’t be so sure Susato. Hosonaga seems a lot like me, a bunch of disabilities held together by sheer force of will.
He still has a job!
(Or his superiors are just trying to send him as far away from Japan as they can)
HELL YEAH HOSONAGA, LETS PUNCH THE RULES UNTIL THEY SQUEAK!
(Also your superiors are definitely trying to ship you out)
Oh...
That would explain Kazuma’s whole vibe.
Although something about this feels wrong. No disrespect to Hosonaga, but as determined as he is he doesn’t exactly have the physical prowess you’d associate with stopping an assassination. I know I haven’t exactly seen him at work yet, but something about this feels like he was set up to fail.
Now the thing is, that while he can cut it as a waiter, Hosonaga isn’t exactly built to fit in among sailors. It’s not going to take a genius therefore, to work out who Kazuma’s guard is, especially if he’s been around Kazuma from dawn till dusk. That’s probably why his killer had to kill him in his cabin, and it’s also why they probably drugged his food (which means they didn’t know him enough to know he didn’t like chicken)
:(((((((((((((
On the plus side though, it looks as though Hosonaga believes in my innocence.
Come on Hosonaga, remember when you bought Miss Brett to us!
Hell yeah Hosonaga!
Hosonaga heard my call! He heard that he was losing his place as my second favourite character and came back swinging!!!
Determination Ryunosuke!
Also probably hacking up a lot of blood, that does wonders to unnerve people in my experience
Now, I should present Kazuma’s diary here... but...
Yes, everything is as it should be...
He’s digging it!
Oh no he took it as an insult!
Sorry Ryunosuke, that’s the crime scene thief’s now
Ok let’s do this properly then
Yeah boy!
LETS DO THIS TEAM!!!
Ryunosuke, do you remember nothing about this man?
Hosonaga didn’t come here to play!
Ok, we’re moving on out (except not right now because I’ve still got a couple of things to look at before we go)
I think Ryunosuke might be a bad influence on Susato...
Also I feel like I’ve pegged Susato wrong regarding the rules. Susato’s just very good at keeping up the appearance of following them.
Come to think of it, the fact she’s a judicial assistant, despite women apparently not being allowed in the Japanese court other than to testify should have clued me in.
Susato Mikotoba: Breaking the rules in front of you, but in a way you don’t notice
(Also the bell pull’s not working, but I think we all expected that)
Susato I’ve been living in a cupboard!
Don’t pity me!
Ok, so I’m not quite sure when Ryunosuke and I started thinking as one, but we’ve all agreed it’s happening now
Ryunosuke do not get caught in the mousetrap!
Susato can see right through me (Ryunosuke)
Umm...
This is the Phoenix Maya dynamic inverted, and I am living for it.
Susato: Now this is an emergency button, it’s very important you do NOT press it!
Ryunosuke: *lunges for the trigger*
It feels amazing being the wayward partner!
Our rout into cabin 2’s blocked by approximately 1 ton of sailor, so for now Susato and I will have to dick around avenge Kazuma out here in the corridor.
It seems that last night’s log is mostly blank, so I’m guessing I was right about the sailor on duty skiving off.
Hmm, so the person in the next cabin’s probably quite important then. Given what just happened with Miss Brett that’s not a good sign.
And it seems like I’m not allowed to visit whoever it is without an invitation... which might prove tricky given as how there in there and I’m out here
Ah good, a Western Gentleman, that’s just what we need!
Hmmmmm
These guys left their post for a while didn’t they?
Either that or there’s something (or someone) they’re keeping off the records.
This might be a bit of a wide shot, but that mousetrap makes me wonder if the crew has some sort of secret pet squirrelled away somewhere. It doesn’t entirely add up what with them putting traps down, but with everyone in Ace Attorney having something to hide it’s all I can think of now.
Bif Strogenov’s left to report to the captain, nows our window to violate some privacy!
HERLOCK SHOLMES!!!
Shot down!
Herlock that thing’s tiny, I don’t think anyone’s in there!
It moved!
Guess I’m eating my words!
Herlock???
Ok, we’re not allowed to look inside the case, or indeed anything, but fortunately we have HERLOCK SHOLMES THE GREAT HIMBO DETECTIVE!!!
Deduce away Herlock!
Herlock... are you about to tell this man that he’s also the Russian Assasin? Are you going to do this round the whole ship until you get it right?
Wait this is working!?!
Herlock Sholmes is Susato’s one blind spot and Ryunosuke’s one point of clarity
CHOOCHOO!!!
THIS IS AMAZING!
He’s not entirely right though...
(Editors note: I completely managed to miss capturing 90% of the ? icons)
I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!
HERLOCK LOOK AT THIS MAN’S NOSE, LOOK AT MY FACE! NOW LOOK AT THE MAN IN THE PORTRAIT!
However, the newspaper in his pocket and the little ! icon seems to suggest there’s some connection there.
(Editors note: I also managed to miss every ! icon)
And there is a crime being committed, but it’s not to do with the case.
Yeah, it probably just contains one of those pets we’re not supposed to have.
So... a baby?
So do a lot of people Susato
Ok, so The Great Himbo Detective is actually really good at making observations, it’s just how he applies them that’s shit.
I wonder if this is what Dr Wilson did for their partnership, but he just cut out the bits where he said things like: Herlock these people have completely different faces, maybe there’s a different reason they’ve got the paper?
Ryunosuke normally: The fact Hosonaga’s working in this restaurant clearly means he’s struggling financially!
Ryunosuke around Herlock: You can’t just say the first guess that pops into your head!
HERLOCK BUSTED US OUT!!!
(Ok he’s also the reason we were in handcuffs, but still)
Olay!
What! Noooooo!
‘Course Correction: Hold it Mr Sholmes!’ What a title!
Important news just in: Ryunosuke can’t grow a beard
A part of me says that he was about to use the sheers to cut up that paper, but there are obviously other copies around the ship, so unless he’s planning a sheers rampage that can’t be right.
Hello!
Wait a second... with that reaction to the paper... is there a Russian Ballerina in there?
WE DID THE HERLOCK SHOLMES COOL SPIN AND CLICK!!!
Also look at Ryunosuke’s little cocky smirk!
He’s really getting into this!
And I couldn’t be more proud!
We’re tag teaming it!
Herlock I swear to god if you tell me she’s that assassin
WHAT DID I JUST SAY!
(Editors note: Got that one!)
I sure am Susato!
Keep telling yourself that Ryunosuke, we can all see the truth
Ah, so the nose was fake too
That makes a lot more sense now!
Well she did disappear with a priceless tiara
He said, rubbing his hand in glee
This is definitely the start of a beautiful friendship!
Damn straight I do!
Bingo
For some reason I pictured it as being pink though, I don’t know why
Anyway so, while Nikolina does need money it seems that she didn’t steal the tiara. Apparently it was given to her as a present.
Also Nikolina is only 15, and has run away by herself for reasons currently unknown. I’m starting to get the feeling that the crew (or at least the two we’ve met) might have been looking out for her.
Oh yeah, the moving travel case!
Given the rules regarding pets, I wonder if that’s what’s in there? It would explain the attitude of the sailors we met.
Is it the Russian Revolutionary Herlock? You have to tell us if it is...
He’s learning!
Yep, she’s looking at the pet rule sign, now show me the pet!
Whoooooooo!
Yeah, I’m pretty sure the guys on the door were covering for her (and probably her pet too)
Hmm, so Nikolina’s running from someone, so she decided to disguise herself to be safe and has been a jumble of nerve ever since.
Can I see...
Bless you Nikolina, but you’re not the best at keeping secrets. I’m pretty sure the crew have collectively decided to just look the other way and let the traumatised 15 year old have her pet.
HE CUFFED ME AGIAN!!!
I wonder if Nikolina’s beloved pet’s a snake?
Can I just...
:(
Fine...
No, everyone must see my badge!
HA!
:(
:D
Ok now let’s go back to actually playing the game!
So, because she’s a jumble of nerves, Nikolina hasn’t been noticing much about what’s been happening around her. However I think she’d have probably noticed signs of danger, like loud noises, so I’m a little curious as to why she didn’t pick up on the sound of the tableware being sent to the floor.
From what I can gather about her ‘never dancing again’ whatever happened probably has something to do with the ballet.
Either that or she’s worried about being linked with her old life if she goes back on the scene under another name.
That’s a good point actually, while people are funny and I can get her wanting a memento of her life, that’s an incredibly distinctive memento to have.
It must have some sort of emotional significance, I think she said it was given to her by an Earl, so maybe her father?
Hmm, that’s a pretty distinctive thing to try and pawn Nikolina.
Yikes! So the Novavich Ballet’s got really unethical working conditions. (Which probably shouldn’t be too much of a shock given the time period.) Now I understand why Nikolina’s so keen to never put herself in that situation again.
Yeah, I thought that was the case.
Huh?
Oh yeah... that is odd
Ah, so that’s why everyone was so on edge!
Right...
(I feel like this would carry more weight if we hadn’t just been flashing our badge at anyone who looks our way)
Now onto the most important question:
HERLOCK NO!
Susato is me (but personally I’m hoping for a kitten)
Ok Genius, what sort of animal is it?
I’ll eat your funky hat if that’s true Herlock
Important information 2: Never trust Herlock with a pet
Please let it be that we were Kazuma’s pet
Wait no, I’m an idiot. I’m obviously supposed to ask about the speckled band
Wow she changed quick!
She’s leaving to talk to the captain, is this our chance to meet her friend!?!
Booooo, we’ve been chucked out!!!
#tgaa spoilers#tgaa#the great ace attorney#the adventure of the unbreakable speckled band#ryunosuke naruhodo#kazuma asougi#susato mikotoba#satoru hosonaga#nikolina pavlova#i will avenge your death kazuma#also i will see that animal#this is a long one by the way lads#i might break the investigation parts into daily sections of progress#because these screenshots took forever to transfer from my phone
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Can't quite believe you'd write a fic for little old me 🥰 Ezra is one of my favourites, I adore the dichotomy of the character, he's dangerous but soft, educated but unrefined. I love fics with feels, to me the emotion is what makes smut really connect. Maybe something from before he goes to the green? One final night with his lady before he knows he has to leave. Or conversely, a reunion after he and Cee escape. I'd be happy with anything at all. I know whatever you write will be amazing ❤
The Promise of Forever, pt 1/2
So... I got carried away by this. It’s gonna be a 2-parter.
Warnings: shameless, indulgent angst.
It’s been a whole year since you saw Ezra.
Sometimes you wonder if you made him up. His lick of blond hair, the languid way he speaks, as if he swallowed a sedative and the dictionary together on one wild night.
You can hardly feel the ghost of his touch any more, if you even recalled it properly to begin with.
“One last venture, Sunrise, and we’ll be set for the remainder of our days. I’ll be kneeling at your feet with my haul before you even know I’m gone.”
You clung to those words for the first few weeks. Still clung to them when the communicator crackled now and again, but no trace of Ezra’s syrup-over-broken-glass tones could be heard.
You moved aimlessly through the days at first. Nova-3 was a pleasant enough planet to make a home on - not too expensive, clean air, plentiful water. The twenty-foot trees got some getting used to, but now you found them a comforting shelter from what you knew to be the merciless expanse of space.
You knew Ezra had existed. You knew. And not just in your heart. You had the polaroid camera - a find in a junk shop on Polaris II; and the shop owner had sold you a compatible roll of film for a pretty penny - and pictures of Ezra littered the refrigerator. His sunshine-smile, a little crooked. He joked that it was a reflection of his skewed morality. His hands, the little circular tattoo on his left one that you sometimes kissed while he slept. His big, soulful brown eyes.
“I miss you, Ez,” you’d muttered for the first few months.
Then the weather turned, the huge trees turned from purple to a deep gold, the wind gentled, the seasons changed.
You missed him still, the ache got deeper, but you felt it less, some days. His side of the bed remained unslept in, after two weeks you had to change the sheets, and they no longer smelled like him.
You cried, the first night your bed smelled of laundry powder and not your sweet Ezra.
He’d left a few pieces of clothing behind and you slept in one of his shirts until it grew threadbare, drawing comfort from his clothing against your skin. When the shirt fell apart after constant washing and wearing, you curled up a strip of the neckline and tucked it into the locket he’d given you when you’d been together six months.
“Perhaps it’s overstepping the mark, Sunrise, although I’d wager you know that propriety and I have never seen eye to eye, but I chanced upon this and I thought of you. You have the promise of forever in your gaze, Sunrise, and I am but your humble servant, hoping for a crumb of your affection.”
You hadn’t taken it off since.
Your work continued, you’d accepted a position at the local botanist centre, cultivating new plants by splicing the seeds of herbs and flowers with healing properties. You’d made a few friends, you met them for drinks sometimes. Had even made a cocktail from one of your new plants. You’d called it the Sunrise. You knew Ezra would had laughed.
A man at the centre had asked you for dinner twice. You’d turned him down, but if he asked again, maybe you’d say yes.
Maybe he’d touch you like Ezra had.
You so wanted to be touched.
Then one not so special day, as the trees that passed your window had started to turn silver, signalling the start of winter sinking its teeth into the planet, your door buzzer crackled to life.
You hadn’t ordered any food. Some mistake, maybe? A lost traveller?
You depressed the button to connect. “Hello?”
A crackle, then, a girl’s voice, asking to confirm your name.
Must be a lost delivery driver. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Ezra asked me to bring him here,” the girl said into the comm.
Thank Kevve you hadn’t been holding anything. You would have dropped it. “Wh- what?” You must have misheard.
The girl repeated herself. “Can we come up?”
“I’ll come down.” You took your finger off the button and your hand was shaking. You took two deep breaths, pocketed your keycard, and hurried down the stairs.
You yanked open the front door.
The girl before you gazed at you with a clear, steady gaze. She wore nondescript clothes - jeans, a plain salmon pink sweater.
And leaning heavily on her was Ezra. Your Ezra. Here.
“Kevva,” you whispered, your heart leaping into your mouth. Ezra’s eyes lifted to yours, that soulful brown just like you remembered. A thousand words dried up on your tongue.
“Sunrise…” he murmured, but his voice was low and weak. No quick quip, no crooked smile.
“He needs to rest,” the girl interjected.
“Of course. Come in.” Your mind whirled with what their relationship might be, and as you swiped your keycard into the elevator slot to open the doors, you noticed that Ezra’s right arm was missing. His button-up shirt was loose, open three buttons down, the grey not injecting any colour to make his pale face any brighter. The right sleeve was tied neatly.
You pressed your lips together. Should you touch him? The girl seemed to have a handle on it, and confusion and sadness twisted your stomach.
The elevator pinged open four floors up, and you busied yourself opening the door to your home - yours and Ezra’s home - and holding it open.
“I’m Cee,” the girl said matter-of-factly, and you hurried over to help her lay Ezra on the couch once you realised her intent. Just touching him made a hot burst of serotonin flood your veins. “Took him to a doctor yesterday and they patched him up, but he refused to stay there more than one night. Wanted to see you.” Her lip curled in that teenage way. “He won’t shut up about you.”
“He does talk a lot,” you agreed, and Cee smiled slightly.
Unable to wait a moment longer, you dropped to your knees and smoothed your fingers over the blond tuft of hair on his head. It felt as soft as you remembered, and your heart turned over. “Ezra.”
He opened those bottomless brown eyes and met your gaze, and a sob wracked up your throat. “My… deepest apologies.. For the delay…. Sunrise.”
And upon hearing his voice, by far the most integral part of him, the dam broke, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck and sobbed, hearing your own voice crack like dry ground under the sun too long.
“I’ll, um, come back later. Gotta, um…. Yeah,” you vaguely heard Cee say, and somewhere in the back of your mind you registered the door closing behind her.
You cried for moments that stretched, breathing him in, your hand on his chest, just feeling his heart beating against your palm.
After a time, Ezra’s remaining arm curled around you, and you felt his fingers playing in your hair.
“Soft as spun sugar, Sunrise. I remembered you right.”
And those words made you cry harder, press yourself into him. “I was beginning to think I made you up,” you choked out, hearing your own voice clogged with tears and emotion so heavy it dragged at your limbs. “I thought maybe I’d never see you again.”
Ezra huffed softly. “Know that it was ever my most acute intention to return to you, Sunrise,” he murmured, kissing your hair.
Your hand wandered to what was left of his right arm. “What happened here?”
His face twisted. “Returnin’ to you in such a state pains me more than you can know,” he bit off darkly. “Regrettably, it was the arm or my life. Cee did a good, clean job, and the doc we saw yesterday patched me up further.” His hand clenched on your neck reflexively. “I… will understand if you no longer find me-”
Words failed you, because there was no universe where you would not want Ezra, this perfect puzzle of a man with his measured speech and bottomless heart and eyes that were like looking into his soul. You interrupted his words with a kiss. Your first kiss in an entire year of heartache, of tears, a whole year of empty beds and foggy memories.
Ezra opens for you, and you taste him, cheap, black coffee with too much sugar, and a moan escapes you, and you wrap your arms tight around him.
“Ezra,” you sobbed, brokenly. “You came back.”
“Always. It was my greatest fear, shuffling off this mortal coil without seeing my Sunrise one more time.”
And his words made you cry harder again, making his face wet with your tears, but he doesn’t complain. He takes what you dish out, and his arm stays tight around you.
“Tell me about Cee,” you asked, when your tears had started to run dry.
“Sunrise, the tale is a long one, and I fear at this moment in time, my energies would be best spent…. Elsewhere.” He smiled, and his gaze flicked down his body, and you followed the path of those hazelnut eyes and saw his cargo trousers tenting.
Oh.
Part II is now up here
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TickleTober Day 9: Ganged Up On
Summary: Patton had a tradition with every arrival of new side, but then that means that he’s never taken part and that’s just unacceptable!
Note: Tickle fic alert! This is written as purely platonic, as there’s mentions of baby sides and therefore I am not going to romantise children! Ler everyone and Lee Patton. Also, I hope you lot are all proud of me for getting this far haha!
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“Wait, so you’re telling me that the mindscape used to just be an empty room?” Virgil exclaimed, finally sitting up from his hunched over ball.
“Well there was no creativity yet so!” Patton shrugged off with a smile.
Moments such as these were unfortunately rare. Typically, someone was always bickering with someone else. So to have an afternoon where they were all sitting in the commons room with a quiet conversation flowing between all of them, was something that should always be treasured.
“Was that the first thing you did then?” Virgil asked.
“Well yeah! It felt wrong to just work in a plain white room so I wanted to fix it as quickly as possible. I would’ve done it immediately but then Patton’s tickle monster ways erupted before I could start.” Roman groaned, remembering that his first memory of Patton was him tickling the snot out of him to get him to slow down. Well, him and Remus at the time.
“Really? He did that to you too! The first time I met him he also tickled the crap out of me,” Virgil awkwardly huffed now getting sucked into his phone again. “I was told it was traditional!”
“Yes, me too!” Deceit butted in, “Logan?”
“Yes, I was a bit disorientated when I first appeared and Patton, being the child he was, thought that tickling me would help ground me.”
“Hah, I’ve always been the best tickle monster!” Patton simply laughed off.
“Oh no my dear Patton! That’s not how you worded it!”
“Yeah! It was all ‘tradition’! A way to ‘welcome’ us to the family!” Remus finished off.
“Yeah that sounds like Patton,” Virgil chuckled not sensing the Creativities’ thought process.
“But this is unacceptable.” Logan thankfully caught on quick and causally made his way round the sofa to where Patton was sitting, “because that means there’s one side who has never been welcomed to the family.” Roman grinned before slowly leaning on top of Patton to fully trap him into the corner of the sofa. Virgil sat up and used his bangs to hide his evil smirk. Logan and Deceit steepled their hands under their chins like identical villains.
Remus being Remus, ran up to the sofa to catapult himself into Patton’s lap.
Patton at this point was reduced to a giggly ball desperately muttering ‘no’ under his breath. His peaceful smile growing bigger and bigger.
“Well, welcome to the family Patton. We have this... tradition,” Roman theatrically announced. Logan finally wiggled past his defences and held Patton’s arms above his head.
“No no no no! Roman!” Patton shrieked.
“But we have to! You’ve got to be the dad of the group! And... you just can’t be until you fully welcomed!” Roman shook his head. “Boys. On three...”
“WAIT!”
“3...”
“You can’t all gang up on me!”
“2...”
“Ro- Virgil! Janus! Logan? You wouldn't do this to your favourite dad would ya?”
“...Well you heard him Pat! Until you’re welcomed, you’re not the dad yet!” Virgil shrugged before diving in.
Patton high pitched squeal could be heard from space. He didn’t bother to try and fight it. Slumping in the seat, he threw his head back to relish in the bellowing laughter. Logan was whispering his monotone teases into his ear, knowing that he couldn’t afford to release Patton’s arms. “Oh you wouldn't say no to tradition would you? I know how much you love me saying one particular word during moments like these right?” Logan smirked, his monotone voice coming to life with a teasing lilt.
“HAHAHAAHAHAAAAA!” Patton cried out, helpless against Virgil spidering up his socked feet, tracing the patterned socks, matched with Roman squeezing his hips whenever Virgil reached a less tickly bit. They weren't even looking at each other! But yet they clearly knew his ticklishness way better than he did.
“Yes that one particular word isn't it. Tickle. Why do you like me saying that word again?” Logan pressed closer so he could nose away at Patton’s ears. Something that wouldn’t tickle normally but Patton still flinched and giggled.
“HAHAHAAHAA! LO! LOHOHOHAHAAHAHA! YOHOU SUCKAHAHAHAAAAAA!” Patton tried to buck away but the second the word suck was said, Remus and Deceit finally launched. Remus whipped his polo shirt up to dig into the cutest most ticklish tummy in the mindscape. Deceit finally made use of Logan keeping Patton’s arms and awkwardly reached over Remus to scratch one finger to the middle of his armpit.
“Tickle... Did you forget? Hmm, I think I remember why it’s so flustering to hear me say tickle. Something to do with the serious side saying something so childish and fun. And that’s true. Even the word tickle, the way the syllables bounce sounds like something fun. Tickle tickle tickle....”
“Wait wait wait!” Roman suddenly lurched up, holding his fist up. It took a few moments for the others to finally pull away from tickling the snot out of the self proclaimed tickle monster.
“Logan, you were first! How did Patton end up tickling you?” Roman asked, mischief dancing throughout him. Patton didn’t dare relax. Clearly Roman had an idea. His laughter never died out, giggles keeping him squirming gently in his seat.
“Well... I was sat on the floor so he got my neck as that was the one place that was most vulnerable...” Logan trailed off as he mimicked the pristine memory of that day. Two hands wiggling into each side. Absolutely gentle, barely touching.
“EEEEE! HEH!” Patton whipped his head back but that did nothing. Leaning forward, Remus blocked him with a proud grin. Trapped to sit there and just take the tiny little tickles.
“We came next. If I remember right, he got our armpits!” Roman exclaimed before wildly scribbling his armpits.
“HAHAAHA! No! WAIT! HAHAHA! HAH! RO-! I CAHAHAN’T DO ALL HAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
“No no no. You’ve got it all wrong. First he got our armpits but then, remember, he latched on to our tummy! He just tickled and tickled our tummy until we suffocated!” Remus, completely lying so he could tickle Patton too. But Patton was too distracted to even correct him and honestly... it wouldn’t surprise him if he had done that.
“I was quickly after! I believe that he sat me and down and trapped my feet like this,” Deceit pushed Virgil away and sat on Patton’s ankles. Raising his hands similar to Roman’s own grand gestures and whipped his socks off. Like Roman though, Patton was quick to tickle the snot out of him so similarly he dove in with full vigour.
Before Virgil could recite his piece, Patton bucked frantically one more time before crying out their safe word. Instantly all of them stopped and climbed off of him.
“Hahh heheh ha... thanks guys!” Patton blushed and snuggled into Roman’s side all over again.
“You were not at all obvious in your lee mood,” Deceit laughed. Patton had been sitting with them all day, smiling and clutching his tummy like the clothes themselves were tickling him.
“Welcome to the family dad!” Virgil joked but his lack of eye contact clearly showed that it rang that bit more true than jokey.
And that sentiment was absolutely true. The other sides sat back down, all replaying their own memories of the dad character tickling them to calm them down, or distract them or even just a friendly greeting. Dark sides or light sides, all had their first memory of a boy in light blue giggling happily as he wiggled his pudgy fingers at them.
BONUS:
“Logic? Are you okay?” Patton carefully crouched down so he was sat next to the brand new side.
“What do you mean you don’t know what you are!” Logic clutched his hair, frustration refusing to be shaken. He knew he was over reacting. But the want... need to categorise overwhelming him. Arguably, by naming himself he did have a category but it just didn’t fit! Logic and Patton. That doesn’t fit!
“Hey silly! It’s okay!” Patton smiled and jokingly starting tickling Logic’s neck, hoping to at least snap him out of it. But hearing the childish carefree giggles, he quickly started to tickle both sides. “Aw are you ticklish!”
“Wahahahait! Wait!” Logan squealed but simply leaned forward as if that would stop Patton from tickling under his chin.
At this point, Patton already knew that Logic was going to be an amazing friend. He was serious and wanted to help thing mixed with his happy laughter, Patton already knew that Logic was going to be his best friend forever
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“Woah hey! You okay?” Patton asked with a concerned frown tugging his face. Creativity had simply stopped. His eyes flickering around like he could physically see the ideas swarming around his head.
“Do you need help?” Logan had asked, keeping a respectful distance while Patton was now holding the new side’s hand.
“Yes! I’m fine! Sorry about that! I guess I can’t decide on a name for now, but I shall find the most absolutely perfectest one in time! Right now this place needs a makeover!” Creativity quickly shrugged it off but Logan could see his eyes flickering crazily again at the mere thought of another creative decision.
“Right mister! You will rest unless you want a visit from the tickle monster!” Patton laughed already but didn't wait until he shoved his hands underneath Creativity’s arms.
“HAHAHAAHAAA! BUT HAHAHA I’VEHEHHEAHAHAAAA!” Creativity almost collapsed in half. Logan was about to tell Patton not to crowd him but seeing the genuine carefree expression of the new side made him stop. He shrugged before joining in. Creativity finally crumbled once his felt Logan’s clunky scribbling fingers poking at his sides.
“It’s law I’m afraid! New sides get tickles... I’m sorry I don’t make the rules here kiddo,” Patton taunted, not realising this idea of tradition would soon ring true.
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Deceit felt awkward. He knew exactly what he wanted to say but it was like someone else controlled his mouth. Forcing words into sentences without him even realising sometimes. The three sides all kept looking at him, puzzling out anything that left his mouth. He shied away from them feeling his lip wobbling dangerously. “Hey it’s okay. I’m sorry we don't really know what you’re trying to tell us. I’m Patton. This Logan or Thomas’ Logic and Romulus or Thomas’ Creativity. I, heh, don’t quite know what I am yet!”
“I think he’s most likely Lying! Everything you’ve told us has been a lie so far! So you must be Lying.” Logan snapped his fingers, pointing in excitement at cracking a puzzle.
“No!” Deceit almost didn’t notice he said anything at all. His voice betrayed the fact that he was almost near tears.
“Hey! Don’t worry! Whatever you are, welcome to the Thomasphere!” Patton cooed before guiding him to sit down. Logan already had a glint in his eyes while Creativity looked on in amused disbelief.
“Really Patton? What about us not overcrowding him?” Romulus huffed but made no move to stop him once he started scribbling frantically against his soles. Deceit immediately fell back, his arms wrapped round his tummy as he burst out joyful deep laughter.
“It’s tradition now! Everyone needs some good cheer up tickles!”
“Hahahaha! HA!” Deceit lurched forward before his laughter went silent once Logan and Romulus took to tickling all over his tummy, pushing his arms away like they were nothing.
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Virgil had been around for ages, clinging to the corners and shadows before the light blue clad one found him. He had heard about this one. This one was so strong that he ripped a person in half or so he heard. The very last one who he wanted to find him. He was definitely going to hurt him! “Hi, I’m Thomas’ morality! Or you can call me Patton! What are y-”
“I’m Thomas’ anxiety. I’m something bad. So don’t waste your time,” Virgil spat out, hunching his shoulders like he was a cat trying to seem bigger than he was. His spider’s legs kept curled around him though. Patton recoiled at the tone before taking a moment to think about what he said.
“Okay, well hello Anxiety! Now we’ve got a tradition around here, to welcome you to the mindscape!” Patton smiled, hoping that this wouldn’t backfire and Anxiety wouldn’t hurt him. He crept his one hand forward and Anxiety frowned before grabbing his hand in response. Patton smiled wider.
He flipped his hand quickly and started tracing all the different lines across his palm. A little tickling so not to spook him but also to fully welcome him into the family.
#virgil sanders#roman sanders#deceit sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#Tickling#tickletober 2020#fanfic#Turtle writing#lee patton
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911 Verse this or that
Indirectly tagged by @perfectlynervousbeard <3
Buck or TK.
Look I adore TK, Ronen is seriously one of the cutest guys I’ve ever seen and TK is adorable and easily my favourite LS character. But it’s not even close when comparing him to Buck, Buck is my comfort character, my absolute favourite of just about anything, ever. I adore Oliver and there’s not a single person you could compare to Buck that I would pick over him, lol.
Eddie or Carlos.
Again, I really do like Carlos. I firmly believe Carlos (Rafa) doesn’t get enough screen time and his character development suffers because of it and I hate that. But again, I love Eddie just SO much. Comparing him and Carlos isn’t fair because they’re very different and Eddie’s storyline and character in general are SO much more developed, I feel like we’ve gotten to know him so much better and that just makes me love him more, I’m more attached. Plus Eddie’s relationship with Christopher alone is just so precious and I love it so much.
Bobby or Owen.
Easiest question ever. Bobby is amazing and the best dad and Owen sucks.
Chimney or Judd
Not that I hate Chimney or anything (he gets on my nerves sometimes but overall he’s fine) but Judd is just wonderful. I love his whole southern gentleman vibe while also being a bit of a mischievous little shit which makes me laugh. And the way he loves and respects his wife is just so refreshing to see. <3
Hen or Marjan
I wonder if this is kind of like how I feel about Carlos; I really like both Carlos and Marjan, but I feel like I barely know them. Marjan is badass and awesome and everything but aside from her arranged marriage stuff, I feel like we barely know anything about her. Whereas with Hen, I feel like we know her so well she could just be my best friend and it would be amazing. She’s smart, compassionate, hilarious and just awesome and I adore her. I also love her relationship with Karen and Denny and now Nia. If they take Nia away I’m going to riot
Maddie or Grace.
This one was tougher, and REALLY close. I really love Grace, she’s amazing and badass and I love her and Judd’s relationship. I just like Maddie slightly more. I love how much Maddie has overcome and how strong she is, how she took care of Buck their whole lives (which was NOT fair to her), and I love their sibling dynamic. I love her relationships with the other 9-1-1 operators.
I will say though that they are both BADASS 9-1-1 operators and they are both queens.
Athena or Tommy
Tommy’s fine but she’s very new and I feel like I don’t know her at all (though I love Gina Torres). Not that that matters, however; Athena is QUEEN and no matter how awesome Tommy could be, she would never surpass Athena. Athena is just so amazing and I love her so much. She is compassionate, badass, hard working, hilarious, terrifying when mad but at the same time so gentle and kind. Her and Bobby are amazing together (especially earlier in their relationship), she’s such a good mom to Harry and May (and by extension Buck, and maybe even Eddie). She’s just amazing, ok.
Albert or Mateo
I’ll be honest, I was going to choose Albert because I find him adorable and funny and I wish we knew more about him. But this time it’s the opposite problem of the others... I feel like we barely know Albert, even though he’s been around for a while now. The 9-1-1 writers have done a terrible job giving him meaningful backstory imo. Like he’s been in LA for how long now? Does he even have a job? Is he still speaking to his parents? We know barely anything about him besides that he’s Buck’s roommate and he has been on some dates.
Mateo on the other hand is much more flushed out. I loved the story arc where he is just SO dedicated and driven to become a firefighter despite his dyslexia and I’m so glad it was made possible for him to have allowances for the test. I love that his crew doesn’t mock him for it or treat him like he’s stupid, they ALL help him as much as they can, and I LOVE when Marjan goes and gives the tattoo parlour who intentionally fucked up his tattoo a reaming. He’s an earnest, eager younger brother who just wants to help and prove himself and I think he’s adorable.
Michael or Paul.
I like Michael, but I like Paul a bit more. I just wish they would give him more screen time and a storyline that doesn’t involve people being transphobic. I’m sorry (not sorry) but the sister storyline thing still pisses me off
118 or 126.
The 118, no question. They feel far more cohesive as a team and I love their relationships more, both with each other and with other people. The 118 feels so much more real than the 126, and I’ve no doubt it’s because of LS’s continued sidelining of its characters that are not Owen (and, I’ll admit, TK. I love that he gets a lot of screen time, but not if it comes at the expense of Marjan/Paul/Mateo being shunted to the side).
Maybe the 126 will get better with time. I’m certainly hoping that with TK in his new role, maybe they’ll bring in another firefighter to replace him (hopefully a woman! Both shows definitely lack women in the fire-fighting department imo - but the OG is definitely worse; only Hen in 9-1-1, and only Marjan in 9-1-1 LS but at least LS has Tommy and Nancy as medics. the 118 needs another featured woman firefighter!!)
California or Texas.
I don’t know if it’s the filming choices or if Texas is just like that (having never been there, I have no idea), but Texas doesn’t seem nearly as nice as California. That could just be my personal preference; I love lush greenery far more than the more desert-y types of things, and I love the ocean so much. I feel like LA has prettier settings, and LS is more gritty. Not that there’s anything wrong with that at all, I just prefer pretty haha.
Buddie or Tarlos
I feel like this is a bit of an unfair question, since it’s still up in the air whether Buddie even exists in canon, and Tarlos is unquestionably real.
But of course, if I’m forced to choose, it’s Buddie. And that’s not to say Tarlos isn’t amazing, because it is... I adore BOTH ships so much. I’m just too drawn into Buddie, and how their personalities compliment each other, and Buck’s special relationship with Chris that places him firmly into the Diaz family unit, Buddie or not. I really do feel like they’ve set them up 100% as a potential romance and as far as slow burns go, it’s amazing so far. Plus, even if they don’t become a couple, I am still so invested in them as best friends.
That being said, Tarlos is fucking adorable and I live for their scenes on LS <3
Tsunami episode(s) or Tornado episode.
There was just SO MUCH going on with the tsunami. Of course the entire plot arc with Buck and Christopher is amazing and easily one of my favourites in the entire series, but I also loved that the tsunami episodes showed EVERYONE in their element, doing everything they could to help people. I love that it brought Lena into the mix (I know the fandom is divided on her but I love her unashamedly). The amazing scenes with Athena and May, the scenes with Maddie and that girl with the drone... it was just SUCH A GOOD ARC and I love it. The fact that I can remember SO much about it and I barely remember what happened with the tornado tells me just how much more I enjoyed it, as well.
911 or 911 Lone Star.
Unquestionably 9-1-1. I feel like the firefam has become part of my own extended family and I just don’t feel that with LS. Maybe after a couple more seasons it’ll be more like that, but for now, 9-1-1 is EASILY my favourite. I do love LS too, though. I just wish there was less of Owen and more of everyone else. AND I WANT MORE CROSSOVERS!!!
I have no idea who has been tagged so I’m just going to pick a few random people. If you’re reading this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged by me! (And tag me back so I can read yours! <3)
@firemedicdiaz @that-firehouse @bicepsie @tulipsfrom-medusa @evaneddie @kittycat-cas @bvckleydiaz @ashavahishta @matan4il And anyone else!!
#911#9-1-1 lone star#this or that#make me choose#this was fun#and it's become very obvious that Lone Star criminally under uses most of its characters#FIX THAT LS#lksjdflkjsd
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Our TSB party is still going, and here is one of the games we’ve had fun with so far!
Fic Titles Game
Glitter - suggested by @phoenixmetaphor3000
@huntress79 - Idea: Dum-E teams up with Steve (other Avengers optional) to bring some Christmas cheer to their favorite in-house Grinch (aka Tony XD) Massive amounts of Glitter involved
@rebelmeg - tony kind of has an accidental thing for glitter. it's not his fault. the iron man suit has a glitz and glamour of its own, he's always told his eyes sparkle, and his favorite tie pin is that gaudy ruby one that pepper hates. he loves the stars, the way sunlight sparkles on the waves outside his malibu mansion, and he can't really be blamed when a tiny speck of glitter under a certain someone's eye catches his attention one december day.
@psychiccatpanda - Clint refills DUM-E's fire extinguisher with purple and silver glitter as revenge for Tony making Clint's most recent armor change to red and gold with body heat. Hijinks ensue.
@lbibliophile-mcu - Decorating the Christmas tree, the Avengers get into an argument over who is responsible for the missing tinsel. Half an hour later they find it, in a tangled web draped all over Dum-e. He objects strenuously to its removal, but eventually concedes to their assistance in rearranging the strands so he can still move.
@huntress79 - The Avengers are invited to a Charity gala, but they have to wear costumes that are NOT their usual ones. And of course, Tony can't resist an opportunity to rile up a certain Captain, just a little bit. Best way to do so: a dare, in this case who wears the most glittery costume. But what Tony didn't expect was that Steve comes up with his own counterdare... (author's choice ;))
@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - It's pride, so there was bound to be some glitter floating around, it was inevitable. But this much? Someone was obviously being irresponsible with glitter and needs to be given a warning for the good of the world (and the Tower's cleaning bots). Tony follows the trail of glitter... all the way to Steve's room? Does this mean that Tony's crush on Steve actually stood a chance of being more than just a crush.
@ralsbecket - It was Steve's first Father's Day being Morgan's step-dad, and Tony helps her with cooking breakfast in bed and sprinkling red, white, and blue glitter on a handmade card (not particularly in that order). Steve still finds glitter everywhere weeks later.
@rebelmeg - i can't art very well, but i want art of the aftermath of tony opening a glitter bomb that rhodey left out for him
@huntress79 - (Stony) - During a mission in space, Tony and Steve are stranded on a planet, with no immediate way to get back. After a while, they encounter tiny little beings who introduce themselves as fairies. But while they can't fulfill their wish to get home (for whatever reasons), they might be inclined to use their glittery fairy dust for something else… (could also be used for a crossover with Hook/Peter Pan)
@rebelmeg (with some inspirational help from @dreaminglypeach) - tony coming home with glitter all over his suit and looking super smug, and everyone IMMEDIATELY assumes strippers. but of course it's gotta something completely different and silly. like... he wandered through the christmas department at the store and slipped on something and ended up sprawled on the glitter strewn floor
@yesmooshoe - Tony is somehow de-aged to around 5. The Avengers do their best to take care of him while they figure out what to do, but don't keep a constant eye on him. Tony likes all of his new friends though and wants to do something special for them, so he acquires a bunch of glitter and glue (maybe jarvis helps? maybe thor likes crafting? fuck knows.) Tony proceeds to embellish everyone's stuff - glitter all of steve's shield, thor's hammer, glitter all over Clint's arrows (which really throws off the balance but he can't be mad), and even a weird-looking red and yellow robot suit. When Tony is finally returned to normal he's upset with his younger self for how haphazardly he glued all the glitter to his suit, because it could have looked super cool if done well.
Collaborative effort that started with strippers and then went off the rails
Glitter lube
Scratchy, what a terrible idea
oh my god but imagine shitting out glitter
Edible glitter
Edible glitter on cakes
Edible glitter exiting the human body
So many glitter poop jokes and anecdotes
@ralsbecket - The Avengers are forced undercover for a mission to catch a villain red-handed, and this villain just so happens to work from the basement of a strip-club. Tony draws the short straw, but at least he can choose his own stripper name.
@lbibliophile-mcu - He's sure it looks very pretty. Gentle waves ruffling the surface of the bay. Each strand of grass on the dunes lined in perfect crystals of frost. Dawn sun painting the sky pink. And right there is the problem: dawn sun. It is far too early to have to deal with all these stray rays of light stabbing through his eyes.
(More under the cut!)
Vices - suggested by @ralsbecket
@huntress79 - (Stony) - Steve's a hard working cop on the vice, Tony's his "favorite" frequent delinquent (aka Tony's a bit of a bad boy who usually gets arrested by Steve, for rather minor things, but Tony can't shut up when Steve's around, so it's more for his talking than anything else) (Steve, of course, can be replaced by any other character, whatever floats your boat XD)
@rebelmeg - tony kicked a lot of these habits a long time ago. it's been ages since he's been high, or slept around, or partied until he literally dropped. but around this time in december, he's allowed a few of his other vices. his need for near-constant touch and attention. drinking. staying up to keep the nightmares away, and being coaxed to bed when he's so exhausted he's asleep before his head eats the pillow. eating all the food he loves that aren't that great for him. it's okay, though. this time of year, he's allowed.
@lbibliophile - "... This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing." And it was in that moment - confronted by the picture he made trapped in the grip of supposedly-helpful machinery - that Tony decided he really needed to prioritise a better way of getting the suit on and off.
@rebelmeg - some kind of profile art with the arc reactor depicted as one half of a vice clamped on tony's chest
@dreaminglypeach - vices: DUM-E was only trying to help squishy-dad with his work. He didn’t mean to get his hand stuck in a vice. If only sky-dad would stop chastising him and call for help…
@Magicadraconia16 - Dum-E does not understand why everyone keeps saying that vices are bad. They're very helpful tools! He loves the one that Tony gave him for his very own. He can show everyone, then they'll see! If only he can get it off of U's arm, first…
@huntress79 - Knowing that Tony will fall back to some of his old vices as soon as December rolls around, the whole Tower teams up to keep him from doing so (can be gen aka Avengers as a family, or end with your favorite partner for Tones)
@psychiccatpanda - [potential WinterIron] Bucky has been researching everyone on the team and it seems like the media has nothing better to do than to gossip about Tony Stark's vices - women, booze, and expensive cars mostly. The trashier gossip bloggers openly speculated on what (or who) Tony's latest mistake would be. When Bucky gives Tony a judgmental look after he's returned from being out (much longer than the hour Stark had said he'd be gone), Tony frowns. The bag clanks like metal. What the hell had Tony meant when he'd said he needed to 'go pick up some new vices'?? ((hint - it's actual vices. It always takes longer at Home Depot or any hardware store because Tony has to look at everything before he leaves!))
@tehroserose - [Stony] Steve had only one vice. Well, two, but they were related. He loved watching Tony's backside, and he loved getting him angry. The genius was so alive when he was angry, and then he was treated to a wonderful view of the amazing backside. Bucky was about ready to smack him upside the head for his kindergarten way of having a crush.
@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - Before the serum there was a lot of things Steve couldn't experience, whether it was because of his conditions or lack of money. Steve's favourite thing about the 21st Century is all the foods and flavours. Being able to eat things he couldn't eat before. Being able to taste things he wouldn't've been able to taste before. Steve spends his military back-pay on food and treats... a part of him burns at the idea of spending his money this way, there were more beneficial things he could be doing with it... But he can't help himself, especially when some flavours taste like euphoria. Tony notices and decides to indulge in Steve's vices.
@huntress79 - (potential HawkIron) For the longest time, Clint always had to choose before a mission between wearing the team comms and his hearing aids, otherwise his ears felt like being in a vice. SHIELD didn't see it as a necessity to equip him with better things, but once he joins the Avengers, and Tony notices the obvious problem, things start to look up for the resident archer....
@huntress79 - Ever since he got free of the programming and came to live at the Tower, Bucky's been doing repairs on his metal arm on his own. But after a mission, putting his arm in a vice and working with the fine tools isn't the easiest thing to do. And Buck's too proud to ask anyone for help, be it Steve or anyone else. Good thing that he can't stop JARVIS alerting Tony to that particular problem... (can be friendship/mending bridges between them, or WinterIron)
5 Times Tony Stark was a Terrible Cook, Plus 1 That One Time He Finally Ordered a Pizza - suggested by @yesmooshoe
@tehroserose - Tony/Others, Tony/Rhodey end. Tony has always tried to cook for his dates. He wants to impress them. Problem is, he can't cook. And too many people just want the Stark money and lie and say it is good. Or they're too afraid/intimidated to tell the truth. Later, much later, he realizes they aren't good for him. Then there's Rhodey, who's never afraid to tell Tony that his cooking sucks... and then, after the last relationship ended, this time when the white lie was out of care, Rhodey again tells Tony his food sucks, let's get pizza. And they kiss, over the pizza.
@rebelmeg - first it was cookies. cookies burnt to a crisp that even ana jarvis couldn't salvage. second was spaghetti, so mushy and overcooked that rhodey couldn't stop laughing even when tony threatened to throw his enormously thick math textbook at him. third was that whole "raw in the middle" chicken incident that happy still won't let him live down, and fourth was the disastrous omelet for pepper. fifth was morgan's 1st birthday cake, and thank heaven's pepper was wise enough to ignore him and order a backup. this time, he's just gonna order a pizza.
@huntress79 - Tony The Cook: The Jarvises tried, Mama Rhodes as well, but for all his genius, Tony can't figure out a cooking recipe. Nonetheless, he tried to impress several various dates with his cooking skills. Needless to say that none of these attempts (both cooking and dating) ended well. Then, he meets Steve, a guy who doesn't care at all what they eat, as long as they eat together. And so, Tony orders pizza for their date…
@Magicadraconia16 - It's an unfortunate historical fact that Tony cannot cook to save his life (hmm, there's an idea for the next HYDRA kidnapping...). Rhodey's meal was burnt to unidentifiable cinders (seriously, even Tony doesn't know what it was supposed to be); Pepper's gave her an allergic reaction; Natasha chipped a tooth; Hulk came out and threw Bruce's food out of the (closed!!) window; and Steve got food poisoning. Steve!!! So when Bucky turns up in his workshop one day, Tony decides to selflessly save everyone from a hangry Winter Soldier and just orders pizza, instead.
@ralsbecket - 5 + 1 Pizza: Tony Stark was many things. He was a genius, he was a billionaire, he was a playboy, he was a philanthropist. The thing he was decidedly not was a good cook. It was one burnt omelet too many before Pepper begged him to just order out. The person delivering his pizza was... attractive. If he started ordering pizza on Fridays at 6PM every week for a month, that was nobody's business.
@lbibliophile-mcu - Tony just wants to offer a fancy home-made anniversary dinner. It's not so much that Tony is a terrible cook, but that something (or several somethings) always go wrong. His significant other's flight was delayed. He gets distracted by a minor crisis half way through cooking. He tries to prepare beforehand, but forgets to label it before leaving it in the common fridge. Had a mistranslated recipe or the wrong measuring spoons. Dum-e tried to 'help' while he was distracted. The next year, his SO requests that they just order pizza to eat cuddled on the couch.
@psychiccatpanda - Single dad Tony tries to do it all. He feels terrible about the amount of time his three kids (all under the age of 5) spend in daycare, but college will be expensive, so he works -and works. But he tries to make the after-work before-bed moments really count. Sometimes his carefully planned dinners don't work out. Monday, the slow cooker wasn't plugged in and their chicken and potato dish spoiled for being on the counter for almost 13 hours unrefrigerated. Tuesday they were out of bread and ate PBJ on the last three hot dog buns. Wednesday, he thought dinner was fine, but Peter declared it was 'too spicy' and so none of the kids would eat it. Thursday he burned the chicken nuggets in the oven because he had to help the kids with their baths, and Friday? Well no one was gonna talk about that again. Saturday Tony's ready to cry because he's pretty sure Morgan is coming down with something. So he orders pizza. When the pizza delivery guy arrives, holding Morgan, she barfs all down Tony's back. Pizza delivery driver yanks the pizza away and asks if he can come in to set it down in the kitchen, then helps out with the kids while Tony takes a shower.
@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - It was meant to be romantic, cooking for a date. But with Tony it was definitely not romantic. Cooking for Rumiko he managed to burn everything, yet have the food still raw. Firefighters had to be called when he set his dorm alight cooking for Janet. Ty needed to have his stomach pumped after Tony's cooking (how was he to know what was too much alcohol, wasn't it meant to burn off?). Indries had stomach problems for weeks after Tony cooked for her. And he managed to poison Pepper... Needless to say, Tony wasn't a good cook... So when he scores a date with Steve Rogers, he thinks "why bother try? Steve is too good for me anyway", there was no way they were going to last. So he orders a pizza. Steve is relieved when he sees the pizza. He had been hoping Tony would pick something down to earth, worried he wouldn't know how to eat whatever posh food Tony put in front of him and make a fool of himself. Steve admits he doesn't know how to cook either. Maybe Captain America isn't so perfect. Maybe... Maybe this could work out. Him and Steve
@huntress79 - Of all the people, Tony has probably the most irregular eating rhythm. He has been known to try and cook for himself, but the results are less than stellar. So, one by one, each of the Avengers try to cook for him, until Steve joins him in the workshop with a small stash of pizzas…
@lbibliophile-mcu - It was all Steve Rogers' fault. Him and his insistence on 'team dinners' to 'promote bonding' and 'improve cohesion'. Not that Tony necessarily objects to the dinners - pending his schedule - but Steve seems to have this odd conviction that having home-cooked food is a necessary part of the ritual, and none of them can change his mind. Natasha tried logic. Clint tried begging. Bruce, he's pretty sure, is sneaking in pre-made food and just cooking the final steps. Thor thinks it's a great idea... but is always for some reason back on Asgard on his nights. But Tony is a genius, so he decides on a different approach. He grumbles a little bit, but otherwise doesn't complain when it's his night to cook. He cooks... and watches as each of the Avengers gives up on choking down the barely-edible meal. The next time he is rostered, the scene repeats. And the next. And the next. By the sixth time he is due to be cooking dinner, Steve comes up to him and politely - but pointedly - suggests that maybe they just order pizza. Tony thinks of the several meals worth of tasty leftovers hidden in the penthouse fridge, and graciously acquiesces.
I hope Thistle cheer you up - by @darthbloodorange
@rebelmeg - it was the pun war to end all pun wars. and it was probably going to end all of them. clint was fine, he loved puns almost as much as he loved pizza. steve hated puns so much he had taken up swearing. tony took sadistic glee in saving his worst puns for when steve was around. nat was famous for using the most clever of puns at unexpected moments. bucky could deadpan a pun so seriously it always took them by surprise. thor was terrible at it, still grasping the nuances of american english, but he sure tried hard. bruce tolerated it all and made half-hearted attempts at participation, though chuckling at his own puns was usually funnier than the puns. sam loved making puns, but hated it when other people did. it started creeping into other areas of their life, onto social media, in interviews, and at one point hawkeye was trending for awhile after he screamed out "THISTLE CHEER YOU UP!" whilst battling some kind of plant monster. tony helped, because he retweeted with the comment, "ooh, talk dirt to me."
@ralsbecket - So what if Tony had gotten laid off? So what if Tony had a mountain of bills sitting on his dining table? The only thing that mattered to him in that moment was his baby girl Morgan, with her hair falling out of the ponytail and her cute little lisp. She'd come back in from the backyard with a handful of dandelions, saying, "I hope thistle cheer you up, Daddy" so sweetly that for just a moment, everything was okay again.
@psychiccatpanda - [IronHawk] Tony's been working on the reams of paperwork that he's put off for SI. He's still not sure why it all needs to be done before the end of the quarter, but here he was. Needless to say, Tony Stark has been in a foul mood the whole week. The snide comments he usually keeps to himself have started to slip out and he feels guilty on top of the grouchy, so he decides to barricade himself in his office. He falls asleep on a sheaf of papers and wakes up with the impression of little ridges of paper on his cheek. It takes a moment (he hasn't been asleep that long) for him to fully realize the plant in front of him was real. An aloe plant - with a plate of chocolate muffins, fruit, cheese, and nuts. A post-it on the aloe's pot read, 'I hope thistle cheer you up,' written with a purple felt tip pen., which meant either Clint had left it - or Natasha pretending to be Clint.
@lbibliophile-mcu - Bruce looks at Tony, then back down at the spiny dried flowerhead in his hands.
"I know that you were getting frustrated trying to find these for your new fibre arts project, so I decided to help." His eyes light up as he realises the pun. "Thistle cheer you up!"
Bruce sighs even as he smiles.
"Tony... I appreciate the thought, but as you said, this is a thistle. I need a teasel."
@darthbloodorange - [Stony] - Tony really doesn't like his neighbour Justin. The man was always trying to find ways to report him to the local council. Mailbox too close to driveway? Reported! Weeds in his lawn? Reported! Fence too high? Reported! Didn't clean his pool that weekend? Reported! Lawn too long? Reported! It was ridiculous. But the council won't do anything because taking action against someone who's reported you (even if the reports were false) is apparently considered wrong and vindictive. There was nothing Tony could do but grit his teeth and bear it. One day Tony receives a box in the mail, addressed from his neighbour across the street. The handsome blond guy with the body of a Greek god and a garden that looked like a literal paradise. Steve Rogers. Tony wasn't too shy to admit (to himself) that he had a crush on the man. He eagerly tears into the box to find a small note and a lots of little bags of mulch wrapped in tissue paper. The note reads: "Tony, I've heard you be having some trouble. I hope thistle cheer you up. After the rain comes flowers. Ps. Throw these over Justin's fence." And so he does. Watching Justin battle all the weeds after it rains brings Tony so much joy. Especially when Justine reports him to the council and the council shrugs him off this time. He heads over to Steve with some home cooked food as a thank you gift and they get talking. Turns out Steve is an Environmental activist with a passion for guerrilla gardening. Tony is hooked. Maybe it has more to to with Steve then the revenge on Justin (as sweet as it was)
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Make You Mine This Valentines Day
Words: 10,690 - Yeah so this is officially the longest one shot I’ve ever written ;)
Warnings: Sub Dean, Dom OC, Restraints (Rope), Safe Word, Oral (Both Receiving) Face Riding, Orgasm Control, Slight Sub Crash, Dirty Talk, Swearing (Think That’s It!)
Pairing: Dean Winchester X OC Michelle
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OC (Michelle), Douche At The Bar
Summery: After yet another hunt, Sam, Dean and Michelle end up in a bar, where Dean and Michelle make several bets that could favour them both. Will they follow through on the most sinful of their desires?
A/N: Okay, so this went on for longer than I intended ;) But i promise it’s worth it once you get to the good stuff :P I wrote this for one of my favourite people! Michelle ( @holyhellpit + @dylanholyhellobrien) she is such an amazing person and I’m sorry this is late babe! But I really hope you like it! - Please let me know what you think! I love the feedback as we all do!
Another night, another hunt that had ended with the three of them in some run down bar, in the middle of some Podunk town, that practically nobody had heard of. The wallpaper was peeling from the walls, there were the obvious town drunks scattered around the place, as well as the drifters just like themselves.
Michelle watched from her seat as Sam and Dean ordered their drinks and it was more than obvious to her at least, that she wasn’t the only person in the bar with eyes on the tall and gorgeous Winchester brothers. There were plenty of people eyeing them, some with interest or annoyance, others were completely lusting after them, the sighs were almost audible.
Rolling her eyes Michelle turned away from the scene in her eye line. Instead, she let her mind wander back to the last few days, how Dean in particular had been acting really damn strange around her. There was something about the way that he’d behaved towards her and around her that was so very different. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it seemed like every time she walked into a room and the guys were in the middle of a conversation, it would stop immediately. The entire thing was really beginning to bug her, what the hell were the two of them hiding from her.
She was pulled back to the present when the two brothers returned to the table, taking up either side of her. Thanking Sam for her drink she let the guys talk, as her eyes drifted over to the pool table where a few possible targets had taken up residence, they had been there for at least the last fifteen minutes. Leaning closer to Dean she gently nudged him, “You wanna go hustle a game, I’ll even let you be the drunk guy”
Dean chuckles a little taking a sip from his beer, placing the bottle back on the table he slips out of the booth, “After you sweetheart, I’ll be over in a minute” Dean stands and heads to the bathroom, Michelle turns to Sam as she stands from the booth.
Before she can speak to him though she notices a look that passes between the younger Winchester and the bartender. “You okay Michelle?” Sam asks distractedly, his eyes never really leaving the beautiful woman behind the bar who’s now waving at him.
“Why don’t you go say hi to the poor woman, she’s clearly interested and so are you” Michelle laughs, kicking Sam’s booted foot, forcing his eyes to meet hers, the blush on his cheeks only makes the moment that much more adorable.
“You sure? You guys gonna be okay?” Sam questions, which makes Michelle frown slightly. It was only her and Dean why the hell wouldn’t they be okay. The three of them had been living together long enough.
“Of course we’ll be okay, why wouldn’t we be?”
Something unreadable passes across Sam’s face as he laughs awkwardly, for no foreseeable reason. “Well you know, I just don’t want you guys to kill each other, you know, if I’m not around” Sam answers quickly, clearly trying to brush it off as if it were nothing.
Michelle decides that it may be best to just let it go, after all he was probably just flustered with the flirty barmaid and being called on it, it didn’t mean anything. Right?
“Okay…..Well, I’m just gonna go get started over there” she points in the general direction of the guys that are gathered around the pool table. Rolling her eyes Michelle quickly notices that Sam couldn’t be paying her any less attention to her if he tried. “So I'm just gonna go. Do me a favour and just tell Dean I’m over there, if you can even hear me, I guess” she half laughs half sighs before walking away.
Michelle makes sure as she walks to put that little extra swing into her hips, this outfit was always her best for hustling pool. Sam and Dean had noticed a while back, how every opponent that she had gone up against became distracted, almost as soon as she bent over the table to take a shot. Not that the brothers had been completely unaffected either, that much was kind of obvious.
The outfit was simple enough, the black lacy stockings fitted her toned legs like a glove. The tight black skirt hit just above her knees, but every time she would bend over even a little the lacy hem of the stockings was revealed, much to the delight of anyone watching her. The red and black plaid shirt she wore was probably one of Dean’s, it was a little baggy in places but it was pulled tight around her chest. Which gave her the perfect dip in her cleavage.
She can practically feel the eyes on her from the pool table as she all but struts over, taking a pool cue from the wall before turning to face them. “Room for a little one?”
There seems to be a silent conversation going on between two of the guys, before one of them elbows the other, eyes going wide as he looks between her and his friend. “Well I’d much rather play with you” he smirks in a way which makes Michelle’s skin crawl. When Sam and Dean smirked even while they were all joking, it was charming and maybe even sexy. This guy though was a different level of sleaze bag and Michelle would happily take his money. ‘Grin and bare it’ she says to herself returning his smile a little forcefully.
“How about we make it a little more interesting”
That statement seems to make the guys ears prick up even further, “Oh yeah honey, how’re we gonna do that then?” he asks stepping closer to the table and closer to her.
“How about a little bet? Winner gets a hundred bucks” she says simply, chalking up her cue waiting for his answer.
“Sure, sounds easy enough darlin’. If you need a hand don’t you be shy” the guys winks, eyes scanning her body shamelessly as he licks his lips.
Michelle can’t help but laugh at that, spotting Dean stumbling towards them behind the guy she was talking to. “Oh don’t worry your head about that hot shot” his eyebrows practically shoot up into his hairline at her quick change in behaviour. “He’s a little drunk, but my man knows his way around a stick” her remark hits Dean’s ears and he grins like an idiot practically falling into one of the chairs by the table.
A chorus of laughter surrounds the table as she racks up the balls in the triangle. “Oh baby girl he is drunk off his ass” the guy practically snorts with laughter.
Michelle pulls the triangle from around the balls and tosses it to one side, just as she turns to see Dean standing from his chair, still swaying slightly. The death glare he sends the other guy is even enough to convince Michelle that Dean is angry as all hell. Dean’s big hands land on her hips and she smiles at the other guy as Dean’s mouth presses against her ear, “Why don’t you show them just how good you are sweetheart”
“Why don’t you break” she smiles at the guy turning in Dean’s arms she glares up at him.
“Sure thing sugar” the guy responds, as his friends all remark at just how easy this is gonna be.
“Are you actually drunk right now?” she questions Dean, rolling her eyes when that lazy drunk smile spreads across his pouting lips.
“Maybe, just a little” he chuckles, holding up his hand leaving a small distance between his thumb and forefinger.
“Well how the hell are you gonna beat him now?” Michelle laughs unable to help herself as Dean sways a little in her grip. Their earlier plan had been for Dean to take over and double the stakes of the previous bet.
Dean scoffs at that, leaning even closer. His lips a breath away from hers, “I could beat this douche bag in my sleep” he argues, stumbling back until he takes a seat in the chair behind him.
Michelle squeaks out a little laughter, louder than she’d meant to as she falls into Dean’s lap, “Not convincing me there Winchester, no way in hell” she’s still laughing as she stands. Her opponent tells her to take the damn shot, “Sorry” she giggles, trying to stay in character while pulling herself back together, before she makes her way back over to the table.
Carefully bending over the table just slightly Michelle has to ignore the way Dean presses up behind her again. His fingers tighten on her hips when she adjusts her cue in her hands. She hears him groan deep in his throat from behind her. She realises that she isn’t even sure which parts are for show anymore, Dean had gone completely off script.
Taking her shot is a little more difficult than she would care to admit, but she manages to sink a ball into the right corner pocket. A whistle from the other guy pulls her attention slightly, “Nice shot darlin’” he remarks but Michelle doesn’t get time to answer.
As she stands straight to find her next shot Dean’s lips press to her ear, “Come on you know I can beat him, I bet you”
She doesn’t turn to him this time, she simply bends again to take her next shot. “What are you betting Dean?” She whispers so that only he can hear, his hands slide along her arms holding her hands over the cue, his front plastered against her back.
“If I lose I’ll clean your room for a month and cook you anything you want” he smirks against her ear as he pulls back to far, turning the cue at the wrong angle.
She swallows hand feeling his strength bearing down on her, “And if you win?” she asks quietly as Dean tightens his grip on the cue.
“If I win you let me take you out on a date” he says with finality, right at the same time as he takes the shot. The shocked noise that leaves Michelle’s lips as he misses is something he could never get tired of hearing, all those perfect little noises for only his ears.
Dean backs off from her, neither of them listening to what the other guy is saying as she steps closer to Dean. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack” he replies still grinning like an idiot, as his gorgeous green eyes linger a little too long on her lips. “So are we on?”
Chewing on her lips she looks up at his eyes again, “You’re insane” she laughs a little as Dean leans on the pool table beside her hip.
“Then say no, but you won't. I know you” Dean replies, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip.
She mulls it over for less than a minute before nodding, “Yeah, fine. You’re on”
Dean winks as he pulls away from her completely, “I’m gonna take over from my girl, she ain’t feelin’ so good” Dean slurs convincingly, “Double or nothing ass hat” Dean snaps as Michelle hands him the pool cue trying to hide her smile.
The guy snorts with laughter, completely ignoring Dean and looking back at Michelle. “I think your man has lost his damn mind”
Michelle simply grins and Dean watches her closely as she takes the seat he had been in previously, slowly crossing her legs. It takes everything in him not to moan when the top of her lacy stockings are revealed from beneath her tight fitting skirt. She takes a sip of her drink before shrugging. “You heard the man, big guy. Besides, I’m his very best lucky charm. Although, if you’re scared, you can always say no and just pay up” shooting Dean a wink as she takes another sip from her drink.
The guy considers this for a moment before looking back at Dean and shrugs. He holds up his hands before picking his cue back up, making another shot that he misses. “Have at it man, just don’t come crying to me when I take your money and I keep your girl, make her mine and make her scream all fucking night” As the words leave the strangers mouth, Michelle can practically see Dean’s entire posture change and stiffen, like he’s sobering up before her very eyes.
Michelle can’t help but laugh at the guys' words, until she notices the shift in Dean’s stance. She can’t see Dean’s face, but just by the pure look of fear on the strangers, Michelle is sure that the look Dean had shot him was a warning.
Dean smirks with that dangerous glint in his eyes, reminiscent of his demon days. Other than that his features are schooled, his voice eerily calm as he speaks. “You speak about her like that again and you won't be walking out of this bar”
Now as much as she wanted to tell Dean to calm down, remind him that she could take care of herself. There was something about him just then that was so downright sexy, something she had tried to ignore the entire time she’d known the Winchesters. But instead she just smiled, watching from her little corner as the guy nodded quickly, avoiding meeting Dean’s gaze completely. Clearing his throat he gestured to the table, “Just, uh. Take your shot man” he tried to hide the waver in his voice, but it was clear to just about anyone who was close enough to hear.
Chewing on her lip Michelle watched the game play out, just the way Dean usually played. Either that little angry moment had sobered him up, or he really wasn’t that drunk to begin with. Dean tossed his pool cue on the table, as he turned to walk towards her money in hand the guy and his friends rounded the pool table. On instinct Michelle shot up from her seat, pushing Dean out of the way practically catching the guys fist before it made contact with her or the back of Dean’s head.
The guy was seething and shot out again, before Dean could get involved Michelle blocked him with her body. Before anyone knew what was happening Michelle had twisted the guys arm behind his back and pressed his face into the table. Dean grinned proudly coming to stand behind her, knowing that she had learnt that move from him.
The usual sweet lilt to her voice was gone, replaced by what was known as her hunter voice. “Seriously? Hitting a man from behind? Do you have any balls whatsoever?” Michelle spat twisting the guys arm harder making him whimper in pain. “You lost. Fair and square, now get your buddies and get the fuck out”
“You tricked us” the guy cried out as Dean pulled him free of Michelle’s grip, he couldn’t stand it anymore she was so fucking hot when she got like this. Dean shoved the guy easily towards his friends who caught him after the slight stumble.
“You heard the lady, now leave. While you still can” Dean all but growled.
They left quickly after that and Michelle turned to glare at Dean, “Hey! I had that handled” she pouted shoving his chest lightly.
Dean ran his teeth over his bottom teeth as he looked down at her, he took her hand in his and pushed the money against her palm. Closing her hand around it she smiles up at him, finding herself drawn to his gorgeous lips and perfect teeth. “Well, as it turns out sweetheart, I was way more interested in talking to you. About the fact that I just won our little bet” Dean replied quietly as she steps closer to him.
“Hmm, yeah. I guess you did” Michelle replies thoughtfully, “But, I was wondering if you wanted to raise the stakes?” she questions, taking the seat she had been in before, Dean’s smile falls as he takes the seat opposite.
Dean sighs rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck, “What you wanna change the deal? Back out now I won because that’s fine I me…” Michelle Stops Dean’s rambling pressing a finger to his lips, which quickly close.
“Just let me talk huh?” she laughs a little and Dean nods as she pulls her fingers away he licks his lips. “You won the bet, so the date is still on” she smiles when he grins adorably at her, clearly fighting the urge to speak again. “I was just gonna say if I can beat you at a game, then I’m in charge of the date. Completely. Everything. All. Night. Long” Dean swallows hard at the meaning behind the last three words, but nods all the same.
“A-And if- When I win?” he questions, voice shaking a little. He meets her eyes as he clears his throat. Scolding himself inwardly for the way he sounded just then he sits a little straighter in his seat regaining his confidence. He seems to mull over his answer a little before he finally continues with the thought, “When I win, you’re on pie and beer runs whenever I need to go for the next month, along with laundry duty” Michelle nods still smiling as he reels off his list, “Not done sweetheart” he chides her, making her laugh before continuing. “Since the date is still on, I get a kiss right here, right now” he finishes flashing Michelle a cocky smirk as he racks up the balls.
Michelle quickly returns his smirk, holding out her hand to him. Her tongue runs along the back of her teeth as his hand practically wraps around hers, “You’ve got yourself a deal Winchester”
“Good. Then let's see what you got. Don’t go holdin’ out on me now” Dean grins as she removes the triangle from the table, Dean bends to take his shot.
Michelle knows what she’s doing as she leans on the pool table right across from him, resting her arms against the wood she leans forward. Her breasts pushing up further, creating a deeper cleavage which Dean tries and fails to ignore. Their eyes meet across the green felt and he licks his lips, briefly allowing his eyes to drop to her chest before moving his eyes back to hers.
“Something wrong Dean?” she questions innocently, running her teeth over her bottom lip as she adjusts just slightly tucking a few curls behind her ear.
Dean groans to himself, gripping the pool cue a little too tight he follows her movement by accident. Which pushes the pool cue forward and just barely knocks the white ball into the colours. “You did that on purpose” Dean says accusingly, while he half laughs half huffs. Watching as she walks around the table, running her fingers along the wood as she gets closer to Dean.
Dean, the man who is currently fighting with himself not to just grab hold of Michelle, throw her onto the pool table and say fuck it to the stupid bet. “Well Dean, since we didn’t establish any rules does it really matter?” as she winks at him Dean mumbles something that she doesn’t catch under his breath.
Lining up to take her shot she feels Dean press up behind her, hands on her hips. Rolling her eyes she just smiles. Much to Dean’s surprise Michelle remains as un-distracted as before, potting the next three balls with ease. When his hand brushes against the lace just under the line of her skirt, Michelle can’t help but shiver. Which of course knocks her off her game, so she instead pots one of Dean’s balls. “You dick!” she laughs shoving his chest as Dean grins down at her again. “Okay, new rule no touching, at least not until the date. Because that is just way too much cheating”
“Okay that’s fair” Dean laughs, taking the pool cue from her.
The game continues until they’re down to the black ball, with it being Dean’s turn Michelle is sure he’s about to wipe the floor with her. “I might let you out of the laundry sweetheart, not sure you have the stomach for it” Dean winks as he lines the shot up perfectly.
“Dean?” Sam calls loudly from across the bar, Dean moves a little too fast to turn to look at his brother.
Michelle laughs to herself as Dean seemingly doesn’t realise what he’s just done. The cue had knocked into the ball when he’d turned to speak to Sam. “What?” Dean asks as Sam comes over to the table, smirking he points at the woman behind the bar.
Dean glances back at the table and he knows she’s seen the ball move by the massive smile on those beautiful lips of hers. He just hopes that the rash move with the cue wasn’t too obvious. But there was something about having her in control of anything and everything that did things to him. When she suggested it he couldn’t explain the way his stomach flipped until he’d allowed himself to think about it, then his mind had been made up. Not that he wanted her to know that, “I’m jus’ gonna leave with her” ,Sam slurs happily waving at the woman, who giggles at him before waving back.
“Okay, have fun little brother” Dean laughs clapping Sam on the shoulder as his brother walks off humming under his breath.
“Ah ah ah, no you don’t” Michelle laughs as he bends to take the shot.
“What’re you talking about?” Dean asks looking between her and the ball, then it seems to hit him. “Oh come on! That does not count!”
Michelle smiles and nods her head taking the cue from him, “Sam was nowhere near the table when you hit the ball honey, it counts”
“Oh fucking hell! Fine” even as he says the words he’s trying to sound annoyed, but the look on his face is telling a different story. Did he do that on purpose?
Sam leaves with the woman just as Michelle sinks the ball, turning to find Dean holding his hands up behind her. “I guess you win then sweetheart”
Michelle shrugs stepping into his space so his back hits the wall, “I usually get what I want” she winks, watching Dean’s Adam’s apple bob harshly as swallows a little harder than usual. Grabbing his shirt in her hands she leans up on tip toes so that her lips just barely brush his.
“Fuck” Dean groans under his breath as she presses her body against him.
His hands ball into fists fighting the urge to touch her, “So does tomorrow work for you?” she asks voice breathy against his lips.
“Yeah t-tomorrow works. Isn’t that-”
Michelle cuts him off with a seductive smile, causing her lips to just barely brush his. “Valentines day? Yeah, is that okay?” she checks quickly, feeling suddenly a little uncertain for the first time tonight. But when Dean nods she lets out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding until now. Backing away from him she watches Dean relax a little, “Okay good then, I’ll look forward to it. You wanna head out?”
“Yeah sounds good gorgeous. Just gonna go take a leak” he winks at her, quickly kissing her cheek. Before he jogs off in the direction of the little boys room, she can’t help but smile at his retreating form.
Michelle finishes her drink before pulling on her coat, it’s almost like she can feel eyes on her as she leaves the bar and she can’t explain it. Shivers run up her spine as she walks outside, in the direction of the impala pushing her hands into her pockets as she walks.
As she turns and leans back against the impala a figure emerges from the darkness. Her hand hovers over her gun as the large figure approaches slowly, the light from the front of the bar ticks on and she lets out a sigh of relief. “Dean, almost fucking shot you! Are you trying to give me a heart attack you idiot!”
Her hand moves from her gun to press against her rapidly thumping heart. Ignoring the way Dean laughed as he stumbled a little towards her. “So adorable when you shit scared” he grins unlocking the Impala, they both slide into the front seat.
“You sure you’re okay to drive?” Michelle asks as he turns the key in the ignition and revs the engine.
“Yes dear. I’m fine” he sasses as he pulls out of the parking lot his eyes drop down to her thighs, where her skirt had ridden up, revealing the lace of her stockings and Dean suddenly feels like all the moisture has left his mouth. “You, uh - Are you gonna wear them for our date?” he questions nodding towards the lacy material covering her incredible legs.
Dean can’t help but watch as her fingers glide over the sheer material, pushing her thumb just in the top where the lac sits, pinging it back against her skin. Dean can’t help but lick his lips before his eyes are forced back to the road, “These? Yeah I think I might” she smiles seductively, as Dean turns to meet her eyes.
The elder Winchester clears his throat, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “W-What else?” he questions, swallowing around the massive lump that seems to have formed in his throat, just as he turns down the road that leans to the bunker.
Michelle shrugs still unable to stop smiling at the way he seems to have gone a little shy around her. Moving closer to him her thigh brushes against his and she sees him visibly shiver, “You’re gonna have to wait and see baby”
The rest of the ride is left in comfortable silence, except for the sexual tension which is clearly obvious to the pair of them. They walk inside the bunker together, as they reach their respective rooms Dean catches hold of her arm and she turns to face him. “Are you sure about this? You sure you don’t wanna change your m-”
Michelle cuts off his rambling pushing him back against his door, Dean’s mouth drops open as her small hands grip his plaid shirt tightly. She pulls him down towards her roughly pressing her lips to his. Dean can’t help but moan into the kiss when Michelle presses her body against his. Those big hands land on her waist and she has to pull away from the kiss, knowing that she’s losing herself to the magic of Dean Winchester’s mouth. “Does that answer your question?” she asks breathlessly, running her thumb along his bottom lip wiping away the traces of lipstick.
Pressing a hand to his jeans Dean licks his lips, letting his eyes drift down to hers. “Yeah sweetheart. Loud and clear” he replies just as breathless.
With that Michelle bids him goodnight and heads to bed, leaving Dean to watch her leave.
Not sleeping well was never fun but unfortunately it was something that Michelle was used to. By the time that she heads into the kitchen Dean has already left on a supply run, leaving a letter to explain his absence.
Sam still hadn’t returned from his date which made her smile, he really did need a good night, poor guy.
Knowing that her outfit is hanging up in her room Michelle opts to read for a little while, it’s almost five in the evening when Dean returns home. “Where the hell have you been all day?” she laughs standing from her chair as Dean practically juggles the bags he’s holding through the door.
Michelle helps him lower the bags onto the table, “Sorry sweetheart, had to wrap up a case” as he says the words its then she notices the cut just above his eyebrow.
“Dean, I could’ve come with you” she sighs as Dean continues putting away the shopping.
“Look, It went fine just stop worrying, just a salt and burn”
“At least let me look at your head” Michelle reasons pulling out the first aid kit as Dean surprises her and takes a seat at the table.
“Yes boss” he smirks as she steps between his legs.
She can’t help but smile at those words, “You do know we’re not on the date yet, right?”
Dean shrugs looking up at her with those stunning green eyes, “Yeah I guess” he says as his hands run up the backs of her thighs. Wincing a little as she dabs the cotton bud against the cut, he tries to focus on her face, the concentration in her eyes and the curve of her gorgeous lips. “So are you gonna tell me what you’re wearing tonight or not?” he questions huskily, fingers unconsciously tightening on her thighs and pulling her closer.
“No more touching for you Mr handsy” Michelle warns him slapping his hands away from her, she shakes her head when he groans in protest, a small smile on her lips, “Look, just sit still Dean, I really need to go get ready”
“Spoilsport” Dean huffs out, but she can see he wants to smile even if he doesn’t let it show on his face.
Finishing up with his wound Michelle looks him in the eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet honey” the way she says the words has him confused, whether or not he should be nervous or excited or a little of both. He’s hypnotised by the sway of her hips as he watches her leave, a few minutes past and he decides to head to his own room to get ready.
After her shower she heads back to her bedroom, happy to see that Dean is still nowhere to be seen. Michelle had told him to be ready for seven, there’s part of her that almost can’t believe this is actually happening, but the possibilities of tonight are endless.
Taking her time to get ready she does her hair and makeup first, getting her hair just right so that her natural curls look better than they had in months, hunting always got in the way of any real time to take care of herself as much as she’d like. Keeping her makeup mostly light she opts for a red lip, after all it is Valentines day.
Pulling on her red and black lacy underwear she smiles at the way it hugs her curves perfectly, rolling the stockings up her legs the sheer black fabric is so soft against her skin. Once the stockings are hooked into her garter, she pulls on the gorgeous form fitting dress. Just as Michelle is struggling to zip up the zipper there’s a knock at her door. The nervousness bubbles in her stomach, taking a deep breath she tells the person knocking to come in.
When their eyes meet in her mirror she smiles at the look of shock on Dean’s face, he looks just as gorgeous as ever, there was no denying he was hot, but she’d always tried not to think about it until he’d suggested the date as part of the bet. That damn red shirt that clings perfectly to his body. It’s practically straining around his biceps forcing the muscle to show fully, clings tightly to his forearms and pulled taut across his firm chest. He takes a slow step into the room, “You look fucking incredible” Dean groans teeth running across his bottom lip.
Michelle can’t help but stare at his mouth, wonder what it would look like when she watches him come undone beneath her. “Looking pretty damn good yourself Winchester,” she replies her voice a little breathy as he steps closer she’s still fighting with the zipper of her dress.
“You need a hand there sweetheart?” Dean asks nodding towards her back and pulling her from her thoughts. Michelle gives him a small nod and her best seductive smile.
His eyes are so much darker than when he’d entered her room, when he steps up behind her, his fingers skim down the skin of her back, pulling goosebumps across her body. Michelle keeps her eyes locked on his, fighting the urge to chew on her lip as he pushes her curls over one shoulder, exposing her back fully, he slowly pulls the zipper up. “You ready to go Dean?” her voice is like honey as she turns to face him, grabbing her coat from the side of the mirror.
“My lady” he winks holding out his arm for her.
Michelle can’t help but laugh hooking her arm through his, “Such a gentleman” she says letting out a fake gasp.
The ride to the restaurant Michelle had picked was short and sweet, their conversation was kept light, sharing hunting stories from the past and the good stories of Dean’s childhood, looking after Sam and all the things the two of them would get up to while John was away hunting.
Dean pulls into the parking lot telling her to stay put as he gets out of the Impala, walking around to her side he opens the door holding out his hand to her. Michelle takes his hand stepping out gracefully to stand by his side as Dean locks up his baby. To her surprise as he turns back to her he links his fingers with hers, “Where have you been hiding ‘this’ Dean?” Michelle asks jokingly as they walk through the doors.
“Plenty more where that came from sweetheart” Dean winks as they’re lead over to their table.
“Promises promises honey” Michelle replies returning his wink as they take their seats, so that they’re sitting opposite each other.
“Can I get you something to drink?” A voice questions pulling Michelle’s attention away from Dean momentarily.
“Could we get two beers please” Michelle smiles kindly, handing the drinks menu back to the young waiter. Who is gone almost as quickly as he appeared.
“So, you’re ordering for me now huh?” Dean questions a smirk pulling at his lips when his fingers brush the back of her hand.
“Sorry. Force of habit I guess” she laughs quietly, “You want me to stop?”
Dean bites his lip when the front of her shoe brushes against his inner thighs when she rests her foot between his legs on the chair. One of Dean’s hands drops under the table wrapping around her ankle. He swallows hard as he meets her gorgeous eyes, the blue swimming behind the green as she leans forward her chin on her hand. “You’re in charge right?” he asks huskily, releasing her ankle to grip the side of his chair.
Michelle hums thoughtfully taking a sip from her beer, “What and that’s still okay with you?” the young woman checks as she watches him intently.
Dean’s grin takes her by surprise, “More than okay sweetheart, you won the bet after all. But don’t worry I plan on giving as good as I get when it’s my turn” The way Dean says the words is like a dirty promise, one that makes her very curious.
“I hope you like a challenge Dean”
Dean’s lips wrap around his beer bottle, showing a peek of his tongue as he does so, “Oh I love a good challenge darlin’” Dean drawls licking the drop of beer from his plump bottom lip.
Michelle is slightly lost for words at that comment, but luckily the waiter returns asking for their orders. Dean orders a steak and fries, while Michelle orders the vegetable pasta.
“Sam must’ve had a really great night last night, have you heard anything from him?” Michelle questions, changing the conversation for a moment.
“Uh, yeah I have. Turns out he’s agreed to go out on a date with her tonight which means-”
“-We have the bunker all to ourselves” Michelle interrupts with a smirk which Dean returns.
“Exactly” Dean replies simply, licking those damn lips again.
The waiter with the world's worst timing returns with their meals, Dean has to do his utmost to repress a growl at the man. “Enjoy your meals, please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you” he tells the couple kindly.
Michelle kicks Dean’s shin under the table, pulling a groan from the older man. Years of working with him she could tell within seconds he was about to say something they would both regret. “Thank you” she smiles at the young man who nods with a small smile, not before glancing between the pair with a look of confusion on his face.
“What the hell was that?!” Dean hisses across the table nudging her shoe with his foot.
Michelle can’t help but laugh around her mouthful of pasta, “Don’t give me that you know what it was about!”
After that they easily fall into their usual laughing and joking routine, enjoying their typical friendly banter. After a few more beers and their dinners are finished Dean grabs the dessert menu. “You want dessert? I could go for pie” he grins waving the menu at her.
Michelle takes the menu with a smile, dropping it on the table. Standing from her chair she walks around the table to his side, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his ear. “I’d rather get out of here” she whispers lips brushing his ear lobe as her hands slowly move down his chest, “Thought we could see just how much you like me being in control” she pulls his earlobe between her teeth gently, she can hear his breath hitch in his throat as she releases his earlobe and presses a kiss to the side of his neck.
Dean hands her his keys to the Impala, “Go get in baby, I’ll settle up here”
Wrapping her hand around the keys Michelle pulls on her coat, as Dean calls the waiter over. “Oh and Dean I already got the pie”
She only hears him groan her name as she leaves still slightly giddy, quickly making her way back towards the Impala.
She’s barely waiting for five minutes when Dean returns to the car a little breathless. “Everything okay?” Michelle asks looking him over slowly, as she hands Dean the keys.
Dean pushes the key in the ignition before turning back to her, “Yeah, all good sweetheart. Guess I just wanna get us home” he chuckles a little awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
Michelle leans into him as Dean pulls out of the parking lot. Letting her fingers brush the inside of his thigh, “Guess you better hurry up then cowboy”
With that Dean puts his foot down, the ride is tense to say the least and the sexual tension could be cut with a knife.
They step inside the bunker and Michelle pulls Dean into a demanding kiss, Dean can’t help but growl into her mouth as he pulls her against him. His hands grip her ass tightly, trying to pull her ever closer. Regretfully she pulls away from his mouth, pressing a single finger to his lips when he tries to chase the kiss.
Dean’s eyes flutter open meeting the the perfect mix of green and blue, “My room, one minute” Michelle smirks, slowly backing away from him, she can almost see him holding himself back from chasing her down those steps.
“Come on seriously!” he shouts after her but she’s already running towards her room.
Once she’s inside she pulls the chair from the corner of her room and pushes it into the center of the room. She can feel the nervous excitement bubbling in her stomach as she waits for the knock to come. Pulling out a bottle of whiskey from the draw she sits it on the side beside the chair.
There’s a knock at her door that makes her smile, taking a deep calming breath she turns back to the door with her most seductive smile. “Come in” When Dean walks into her room it reminds her of earlier that evening, “You doing okay there?” she asks as Dean walks in with a smile that would make anyone swoon.
“Yeah, I'm okay sweetheart. Just a little nervous I guess” he chuckles awkwardly, but that stops when Michelle pushes up on her tiptoes and presses her lips giving him a chaste kiss.
Dean’s hands run across the bottom of her back, “Unzip me Dean” she tells him calmly, not looking away from his eyes. Dean nods swallowing the lump in his throat as his hands hesitantly move up her back, finding the zipper he pulls it down slowly. His eyes are fixed on her face as the zip hits the stopping point. “Good boy, now take a seat”
Dean does as he’s told, taking the seat in the middle of the room. Michelle walks closer to him, stepping between his open legs. Slowly and teasingly she slips the dress from her shoulders, down her arms and over her full breasts, until it’s able to fall freely to the floor. Stepping out of it she kicks the material to the side along with her shoes. Dean groans deep in his chest, shamelessly letting his eyes run across her body. “Fucking hell baby, you look so hot” He goes to stand and Michelle frowns shaking her head, pushing against his chest with a firm hand so he falls back into the seat with a huff of breath.
“Maybe we should go over the rules Dean”
“Wait rules? What, like sexy rules?” he grins excitedly, looking up at her with wide eyes, a clearly excited look in his eyes.
She ignores the question and how much it makes her want to laugh, Dean is fixated on her as she starts to circle around him. “So rule number one, green is for good. If at any time you say red it all stops. Is that clear?” Dean nods quickly as she comes to a stop in front of him. “Use your words baby” Michelle tells him softly, tipping his chin with the tip of her finger so that he’s looking up at her.
Licking his lips Dean shifts in the chair, “Yeah so clear sweetheart” Dean replies in a breathy whisper.
“Rule two” she purrs reaching down, running her fingers over the line of his cock pressing against the seam of his jeans. “You don’t come, unless I tell you too”
Dean groans at that, “Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me” he lets out a grunt as Michelle grips the back of his hair and tugs short and sharp.
As she leans forward her lips brush his and Dean sucks in a breath, “Rule three baby, no sweetheart and no baby. You can call me-” she pauses as if she’s trying to think of something, loving the way that he squirms in his seat. Her tongue brushes his bottom lip and he practically whimpers, “-You will call me by my name, is that clear” Michelle lets the warning bleed through her voice.
She can see the tightening in Dean’s jaw at the words, but waits patiently for his answer hoping that she hasn’t pushed him too far. Dean’s hands are griping the sides of the chair tightly and his eyes are dark and glassy, he still hasn’t looked away though. Then his body relaxes slightly, “Yes Michelle” he breathes quietly and she can’t deny the way that her pussy flutters when those words leave his parted lips.
“Such a good boy Dean,” she praises him, loving how he relaxes a little further with those simple words.
Michelle quickly presses her lips to his, the fingers of her free hand slowly brush down Dean’s throat, the muscles straining with the way his head is pulled back. With Dean’s parted lips Michelle's tongue pushes into his mouth easily, entwining with Dean’s ripping a moan from deep in his chest, his skilful tongue already proving itself as she sighs into his mouth.
As she slowly pulls away Dean’s breathing is a little erratic, “Please Michelle” Dean whines as she pulls away from him slowly.
“Don’t worry baby, you’re doing so well. Now come here” Michelle’s voice remains calm as Dean stands slowly on shaky legs walking towards her.
Her hands run slowly up his chest, pushing his red shirt over his broad shoulders. “Colour?”
“Green, I’m okay” he replies quietly as her fingers brush across his stomach, pushing his black t-shirt up and he helps her pull it over his head.
“Good boy” she smiles gently, Dean returns her smile biting his bottom lip when her fingers start tugging at his belt. When the belt clangs open she backs off slightly, “Take those off and sit back down”
Dean keeps his eyes on hers a slightly cocky smirk on his lips as he pops the button of his jeans, pulling down the zip slowly. Pushing the jeans down over his hips and ass before he kicks them off to the side and takes his seat again. He can’t help but adjust himself in his boxers, especially when he notices Michelle taking a swig of whiskey, watching the way her lips wrap around the bottle. He can’t help but smile as she winces when she swallows the liquid. Bottle in hand she walks back over to him sitting in his lap, letting her thighs drape over his. Dean groans when she rolls her hips over him, he can feel the heat of her little pussy as it brushes over his covered cock.
Michelle tips the bottle to his lips and Dean takes a long drink before she pulls it away placing it on the floor beside the chair, savouring the burn as it goes down his throat smoothly.
Michelle starts rolling her hips again keeping her hands on his shoulders, enjoying the gasps and moans that it pulls from Dean’s lips, “You look so good like this Dean, fucking perfect” she breathes heavily against his neck, sucking a mark into his neck, teeth scraping against the skin as she pulls away, causing Dean to groan loudly.
“Wanna feel you Michelle, please. Take your panties off, please” there's a shake to his voice as he looks up at her, she can practically hear the chair groaning under his grip.
“Breathe baby, you’re gonna break the chair” she giggles a little at Dean’s grunt, when he pushes his hips up Michelle gently pinches his nipple, pulling a small gasp from the hunter. “Don’t make me tie you up, Dean”
Dean stills in his seat, taking deeper breaths as he tries to calm himself down. Michelle stands from his lap, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties. “You want these off baby?” she asks seductively as she rolls her hips.
“Fuck, please Michelle” Dean groans, reaching for her, his fingers digging into her hips as he tries to pull her towards him. Taking her hands out of her panties they land on his. Dean quickly realises by the look in her eyes that he’s broken the bet rule, she was in charge and not once had she said he could touch her.
Swallowing thickly he pulls his hands away biting his lip as he looks down, she grabs his hair in her hand again and pulls his head up, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Boxers off and get on the bed, these stay on until you’re a good boy again” her voice is a warning all on it’s own, Dean can’t help but marvel at how powerful and sexy she is.
The last words suddenly hit him and his eyes went a little wider, “I’m sorry Mistress. Take them off please, I’ll be good” Dean begs with pleading eyes.
“Did I fucking stutter Dean. Bed now. This is your last warning, you’re not in charge tonight I am” Dean’s cock twitches as he silently climbs on the bed, he’d been in similar situations before, but with Michelle everything was so much more intense. He’d never needed someone to fuck him so bad in his life. Dean pulls off his boxers and lays on the bed, hands at his sides by his hips. “Colour?” Michelle checks climbing on the bed between his slightly parted legs.
Dean almost swallows his fucking tongue at the sight of her, “G-Green” he half stutters as her nails rake down his thighs.
He can feel his warm pre-come leaking out onto his stomach, “There’s my good boy. Now hands above your head, hold on to the headboard” she instructs, her voice sounding more like a purr to Dean.
Straddling his legs she leans behind herself and unhooks her bra, letting it fall down her arms. “Oh fucking hell” Dean moans dropping his head back into the pillows.
“Dean look at me baby, wanna see your gorgeous face” her words make him moan as her breath ghosts over his aching cock.
Dean lifts his head from the pillow, he can’t stop the whimper falling past his lips, when her tongue just barely brushes the head of his cock. Michelle moans at the taste of his pre-come hits her taste buds. “Please Michelle suck my cock, I need it” Dean begs shamelessly, pushing his ass down into the bed to stop himself from pushing towards her mouth.
“So pretty when you beg baby” she smiles, nails creating red tracks down his thigh as she drags them across his skin. “You think you really deserve it?”
The question seems to catch Dean off guard for a moment, but he bites his lip and shakes his head. When she presses a kiss to the tip of his swollen cock. Quickly remembering himself he speaks up. “No Michelle, I’ve been a bad boy”
“I’m impressed” she smiles straddling his hips, her panty covered pussy sliding over his bare cock. Dean’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches her, trying not to beg for more than he deserves. Michelle loves the look on his face as she continues to use him, every moan he bites back she can still hear, the way his thighs shake beneath her ass.
Suddenly she stops her movements, causing Dean to suck in breath at the needy throb of his cock. Michelle stands from the bed, making Dean whimper and crane his neck when she comes to stand by his head at the side of the bed. Pushing her panties down slowly, past her hips and over the curve ass she lets them fall the rest of the way and kicks them to the side. “I think you deserve a little treat, so tell me Dean. What do you want?”
Dean answers without hesitation, “Wanna make you come Michelle, sit on my face please”
She shivers at his neediness to please her, “Since you asked so nicely baby” smiling as she climbs onto the bed, her knees on either side of his head. Michelle’s hands push into his hair as she slowly lowers herself close to his eager mouth.
“You smell so fucking good” Dean practically growls, licking his lips when she tugs harshly at his hair. As soon as she’s close enough Dean’s tongue brushes through her soaked folds, the moan that comes from him vibrates through Michelle’s body. She lets herself lower down further, practically sitting on his face as she rolls her hips against his tongue.
Michelle’s eyes flick up to the headboard, seeing Dean’s hands flex around the bars. She knows what he wants and when his tongue pushes inside her she almost gives in. As he shakes his head back and forth, his nose continues to brush against her clit. She’s so fucking close, the coil in her stomach so close to snapping. “Dean” she whimpers his name looking down at him, her eyelids heavy, breath coming out thick and fast. “So close baby boy. Gonna come all over your face. You feel so good”
Her needy whining praise makes him double his efforts, growling into her as he feels her walls beginning flutter around his tongue and her thighs begin to quiver around his head. Her grip tightens in his hair with the final brush against her clit she comes, it’s hard and fast, almost painful as it burns it’s way across her skin. A scream of his name, followed by a string of curses is all he hears, though its muffled by her thighs squeezing tightly. She clings to him to stay up right as Dean happily laps up everything that she gives him.
Releasing his hair she gently runs her fingers through the soft locks, sitting back on his chest as she comes down from her high. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen Michelle” Dean groans as she moves down his body pressing kisses to his skin.
“Thank you baby, you were so good for me” she purrs licking along the tip of his very red swollen cock, lapping up his heady pre-come. “Think it’s your turn now” Dean whimpers when she doesn’t stop there, wrapping her hand around his thick length, slowly pumping him in her fist, wrapping her lips around the swollen head and sucking lightly.
“Oh fuck me” Dean cries out, throwing his head back into the pillows. The muscles in his thighs are burning as he clenches them tightly. The obvious sheen of sweat that coats both their bodies visible in the bedroom light
She pulls off of his cock looking up at him as he looks down with a blissed out look on his face, “Oh don’t worry honey, I plan on it” she smiles licking a line from the base to the tip of his length. Then she takes him back into her mouth again, moving one of her hands to his thigh as the other gently plays with his balls.
“Fuck! Please. I’m gonna come” Dean practically shouts when his cock hits the back of her throat. Michelle smiles around him despite herself knowing what’s coming before it even happens. Almost thirty seconds later he does it, Dean’s hands drop from the headboard and push into her hair. Despite the way Dean tugs at her hair trying to pull her back, Michelle releases his cock with a lewd pop. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close” His eyes are wild begging her, his lips red from his teeth sinking into them.
“Colour?” Michelle questions quietly, Dean’s hands drop from her hair and he swallows hard.
After a little thought he answers just barely above a whisper, “G-Green”
“You sure?” she checks, straddling his hips nails gently scraping down his chest, over his soft stomach.
“Yeah, green. I-I’m good Michelle”
“Good boy” she praises leaning forward over him, kissing licking and sucking at his neck, loving the way his breathing quicken beneath her. “You ever been tied up before baby? Because you clearly can’t keep those big strong hands to yourself can you?” Her question seems to take him by surprise but he shifts and clears his throat when she looks up their eyes meet.
She presses a chaste kiss to his lips, tasting herself there. “Yes Michelle. I’m sorry, just wanna touch you”
Michelle ignores the last bit as she asks her question, “Did you like it?” she asks kissing his plump lips again.
“Yes” he swallows the breathy whine that leaves his lips as she reaches behind him, pulling out the rope from the back of the bed. Dean looks up above his head and licks his lips when she wraps the soft rope around his wrists.
Once she’s finished Dean tugs at his bindings, causing Michelle to smile. “Feel okay?”
“Yeah, s’good” Dean answers as she moves back down his body, gripping his cock in her hand stroking it gently.
“I’m gonna fuck you now baby, would you like that?”
“God please, yes please. I need it” Dean whines desperately.
“Beg me Dean”
That three words almost makes him come, Michelle squeezes the base of his cock as he throbs in her hand. “I can’t take it anymore please. I want you to fuck me. Wanna come just for you, want you to fucking own me”
Her pussy flutters at that and how the fuck can you say no to that. “I already do baby” she smirks sinking down on his cock. Whimpering as he fills her perfectly, he’s so much bigger than anyone she’s ever had before. The shiver that rolls through her body has her falling against his chest as Dean’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck that’s big” she half laughs half moans.
Dean groans as her laughter shoots straight through his cock, “Michelle, I’m not gonna last” Dean breathes out, his voice shaking as he looks up at her.
“That’s okay baby, just wait for me to tell you too. It’s gonna feel so good I promise” Michelle tells him calmly as she rolls her hips.
“You’re so fucking tight”
Leaning on his chest Michelle begins to lift herself off his cock and sink back down. The rise and fall of her body makes her tits bounce, Dean’s fucking hypnotised by her body and the way that she moves. “Feel so good Dean” she whines nails sinking into his chest. Continuing to bounce on his cock.
“Please untie me Michelle, I just wanna feel you” Dean begs through his panting breath, hands tightly wrapped around the ropes that bind him to the bed.
“If I -fuck!” she cries out when Dean’s hips thrust up against her, she reaches back harshly slapping his thigh, Dean hisses through his teeth. “Don’t start Dean” she warns breathlessly as Dean growls back. “Do you want me to fucking stop Dean” she warns and his eyes immediately go wide.
“No! No god I’m sorry just please” he whines desperately, giving another tug of his arms.
“I was about to say if you’re good then I’ll untie you, but you still do as I say”
“Yes anything you say, just wanna make you feel good” Dean rushes to explain licking his lips when she reaches forward.
“Good boy. Now, fuck me while I untie you” she instructs him, pressing a quick but rough kiss to his lips.
“Oh fuck yes” Dean groans huskily, as he roughly thrusts his hips up, immediately brushing against her most sensitive spot. Michelle cries out as one of Dean’s hands slips free, groping at her breast roughly, rolling her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Dean’s thrusts are fucking brutal and she can feel the coil in her stomach wound tight, almost ready to burst. Almost as if Dean can read her mind, he drops her breast after a final tug at her nipple, reaching between their sweaty bodies he presses two rough fingers to her sensitive clit. Dean has to fight every urge and need not to come with her, he’s so fucking hard and her slick is dripping onto his balls. He’s not sure he’s ever been this turned on in his entire life.
White light bursts behind her eyelids as she comes, gripping to Dean’s arms as his hands roughly grip her ass, firmly sliding down her stocking covered legs. Loving the way that she feels under his hands.
When she comes down from her orgasm she blinks her eyes open, quickly meeting Dean’s gorgeous green eyes. “Did you come?” she pants against his chest looking up at him, Dean whimpers shaking his head as she clenches around him.
“N-No” Dean replies in a broken whisper.
Michelle is slightly shocked as she looks at him, “Sit up baby, you’ve done so amazing for me” Dean shifts slightly beneath her as she sits up in his lap, his hands hesitate slightly as he sits up pressing his sweaty chest to hers. “It’s okay Dean, touch me please I want you to” He wraps one arm around her back, pulling her close as the other pushes into her thick curls. “Kiss me baby” she breathes softly against his lips as her hands push into his damp hair.
Dean presses his lips to hers, the soft careful kiss quickly turns insistent and desperate. Michelle moves again, rolling her hips against him swallowing all of his moans and whimpers as she works him towards his release again. Dean’s grip tightens on her as she picks up the pace, “Shit so close Michelle” he whines into her mouth as their tongues roll against one another.
Her lips release his soft barely their kisses across his jaw and down his throat. “Just hold it a little longer baby” He feels her pussy flutter around him again and whines loudly, “Use that pretty mouth baby talk to me” she moans against his ear, tugging the ear lobe between her teeth gently.
Dean feels like he’s loosing his fucking mind, she’s everything he’s ever wanted and so much more. Her forehead drops to his and she places a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose. “Want you to come all over my fucking cock, hear you scream my name. That bet was the best thing I ever did, just wanna be your good boy” he whines loudly, knowing what it does to her to hear him so desperate.
“Oh god Dean. Come for me baby boy” Michelle whimpers as her nails dig into Dean’s shoulders feeling herself falling off the edge as Dean starts meeting thrusts, she comes again, this time looking into his eyes.
She watches Dean fall apart under her just like she’d thought about since that bet, he’s the sexiest thing in the fucking world in that moment. He growls so fucking deep she can feel it in her chest, every muscle in his body goes stiff as board. His parted lips beg to be bitten and kissed and sucked, his eyes squeezed shut as he clung tightly to her. As Michelle did her best to work him through it.
He falls back on the bed practically shivering as he holds her tight, Michelle squeals a little laugh. Quickly realising what he needs, she pulls the covers up and holds him against her. “Hey, you’re okay Dean I’ve got you” she whispers against the top of his head as he nuzzles against her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist as he breathes her in.
After five minutes of gently whispering praises to him and kissing the top of his head Dean finally speaks. “S-Shit, sorry. That was just so fucking intense”
Slipping down the bed so that her face is level with his she presses a gentle kiss against his lips. “Hey, don’t you dare apologise! You did so well Dean, really I don’t think I’ve come so much or so hard” her small laugh makes him smile, green eyes shining as they meet the perfect mix of green and blue swirling in her eyes.
“Thank you, you were something else though” he grins hands finally moving across her body soothingly, making her sigh and smile against his lips.
“You feeling a little better now?” she questions cupping his cheeks gently, thumbs brushing over his freckled cheeks.
“Yeah. I’m okay” he smiles kissing her slow and sweet, “Just glad I finally got the balls to ask you out, I’ve wanted you for so long”
The shock is obvious as he looks at her with a frown, “You have?”
He blushes a little, shrugging with a shy smile. “Surprised you didn’t notice” he laughs brushing the hair out of her eyes.
“I guess I never let myself think about it” she replies quietly, her tiredness making itself known with a big yawn, which Dean quickly reciprocates.
“Maybe we could talk a little more. After a sleep” he smiles as her legs tangle with his. She hums in agreement snuggling up against him, his head resting against her chest again. Michelle sighs utterly blissed out as she combs her fingers through his hair.
“Night Dean, thank you”
“Night sweetheart” Dean says making her smile against the top of his head, thinking that if he ever did get control of her she was sure she wouldn’t mind.
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Thank you for 220!!!
As promised I am making a proper post about it. Thank you all so much for following and supporting this blog!! I never could have expected it to get this many followers this quickly, or that so many people would enjoy my little AU, its amazing!! This post might be a bit of a long one but stick around because we are gonna vote on what to do to celebrate! I'm also gonna talk a bit about me and why this blog makes me so happy if anyone cares lmao
ok so item number one: the celebration
I have a couple ideas on what we could do so here they are (im also going to do a get 2 know OP sorta thing but that comes l8r)
Season one watch party
I would set up some sort of virtual chatroom/watch party thing and we all get to hang out and binge watch season 1 (as much as we can get through)
if this is the option ill probably have to do a second poll for what program bc Netflix Party requires everyone 2 have Netflix, Kast means everyone has to have Kast, etc.
Total Drama Commissions
So I like to think I've gotten decent at drawing in the style, I drew some of the photos in the posts as well as my own pfp so the idea is that I can draw whoever you want (yourself/OC/character) in the style for cheap. Deadass like 5 bucks idk.
Ask box slumber party
for this one to work yall are gonna have to participate but basically, we would all hang out for the night in my ask box! ill answer questions all night as fast as i can as they come in! ill probably post a few question starters and stuff
(personally this is my favourite option but it's up to you guys)
Voting is now closed (9/31/2020)
item number 2 on today's agenda goes under the cut bc it consists of me getting kinda sappy and rambling for a while
welcome to hell. I don't know when to stop talking to strap in.
Having this many people follow me in under 2 months is so fucking crazy. I never thought you all would be so excited about my little au, I made it for fun because I half rewatched the show with my sister and wanted them all to be friends, and I guess that's what you all wanted too! and then I realized there was sort’ve a fanbase and I was just amazed. This show is such a nostalgic show for me, it was one of the cartoons that my dad loved to watch with me and my siblings. (he's not dead I just realized how that sounds) I was probably 10 when they re-aired all three seasons on cable and we would get into it like it was a survivor and they were real people. I have 6 siblings, and all of us over the age of 10 were obsessed with this show at one point or another.
They don't make cartoons like this anymore. (i say, sounding old as shit and actually not knowing bc I don't have cable) But this show and 6teen are my favourite shows to rewatch now that I'm not a kid because there's so much hilarious shit I missed as a kid. No wonder my dad liked the show alone with us lol. But yeah, none of this really matters to the whole 200 followers thing, but I'm just so excited to see that so many people like the show as much as I did and do now ya know? so yeah, thank you for being here?
I really will try and keep up with this blog properly, it's just gonna be hard. As of right now, I have ELEVEN blogs, 5 of which I am actively creating content for, and I am starting a new job on Monday so that's gonna start eating my time. But that's why the queue is great! I try and fill it every few days, and ill do my best to keep that up (but bets are off when school starts back up, it'll probably have to be cut down to a few times a week)
anyways, if you have read this far, I'm sorry for all that and thank you?? you're amazing?? I'm gonna plug my other blogs for a second
@what-is-fanart-even is my main. Go here to see what I'm up to. I also do my art here, have my redbubble here, my main commissions, etc
@skyrim-said-that is the blog I'm probably most active on but unless you're into Skyrim it'll be boring lmao. I'm really only listing it so yall can see where I'm spending my time.
This is my Kofi if you wanted to uh support me? no push lmao I'm just putting it here bc I have it
I also have blogs for Outlast, Farcry 5, Red Dead Redemption, sitcoms(Gilmore girls, friends), IT (2017), and Fallout. ill drop URLs in the comments if anyone asks lmao.
and if you actually read this far you're the real fans, and I love you SO much. have an AMAZING rest of the month/year and i hope you're doing great!! Bye!!! ask box is open all the time if anyone wants to talk!! i love you all!!!!
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it's me again! May I request a Bucky Barnes x trans!female they've been in a relationship for a little while and reader is a theatre major. She always sings to Bucky in the morning or when he has a panic attack but is still a little insecure about her voice. So when she gets a lead role in her school's musical, Bucky is there to support her? (and maybe include a lil scene where reader actually sings to Bucky in the aforementioned scenarios?)
Hey love, thank you so much for another request. I love this one the most i think! I hope you enjoy all the ones i’ve written so far also.
Reblogs are great and encouraged just don’t steal my work!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Trans!Female reader
Warnings: none except a whole lotta fluff and cutesie couple shit
Word Count: 971
I know the gif is from pitch perfect but it’s just a cute couple example for the story.
GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @perfectfeelings go check them out 💕
Music In Me
“Baby, you got me like ah woo ah. Don’t you stop loving me, don’t quit loving me. Just start loving me” you sing as you place the food onto the tray before pouring some orange juice into a glass.
“Oh and baby i’m fist fighting with fire, just to get close to you. Can we burn something babe? And I run for miles just to get a taste. Must be love on the brain. That’s got me feeling this way”
You enter yours and Bucky’s bedroom as you softly belt the song out. You’ve always loved singing, it’s a huge passion of yours. Hence the decision to study it at college. You’re a theatre major, singing randomly and breaking out into random accents is your thing.
You thank god that Bucky doesn’t mind it. When he asked you to move in with him, initially you were worried. Being the type of girl you are and the hobbies that you have, you wasn’t sure if he’d get annoyed by day 2 but he never did. In fact he started encouraging that you sing more.
“Morning Buck” you place the tray on the bedside table next to him.
He groans a little before sitting up, rubbing his eyes in the process.
“I love waking up to this” you raise a brow, questioning him “I love this, the breakfast in bed, you being by my side and hearing you singing around the house. It’s the best start to my day and i wouldn’t want it any other way” you hide your shy smile from him as you lean over to place the tray onto his lap.
“Also you nailed that song”
You try to shrug it off “meh, it wasn’t the best but it’s not a competition so it doesn’t matter”
He stops you before you can continue to put yourself down.
“You have to stop with that. Your voice is incredible babe. I love it and you’re talented now can we please leave it at that” you nod your head, agreeing with him for the sake of it.
It’s not that you are denying your talent, you just don’t think as highly of yourself as he does. He’s always praising you and saying how your voice soothes him.
You’ve calmed him down from his worst panic attacks before. He was curled up in a ball in bed, practically shaking, his breathing was erratic. You cuddled him from behind, singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow from Wizard of Oz. It was like a switch just flipped. He was calmer, he turned around and buried his head in the crook of your neck as the sobbing died down too.
He never stopped thanking you and every time after that, you became his escape. The one person that could help him in those dark times and the one person that could make him genuinely happy.
Today was no different to your normal morning routine. You woke him up with singing and breakfast in bed. You cuddled for a while after eating before you both decided that it was either shower time or going out stinking.
You almost fall over as you race each other to the shower.
The only difference with today however, is that you have an audition.
Your school is doing a production of Grease 2 and today are the auditions for Stephanie Zinone, the part that you want.
Bucky has been learning lines to help you run through scenes and giving feedback on the songs for the last week. You know the movie start to finish and the songs too, it’s just whether or not you’re the best out of all the other girls.
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“Hi i’m Y/N, and i’ll be auditioning for the role of Stephanie Zinone”
You take a glance at the script before putting it down, you start reading a scene with one of the guys that is auditioning for Michael.
You then walk around the stage as you start singing Cool Rider.
You make sure to give eye contact to the directors of the school musical. You also spot Bucky in the back of the auditorium. He came along to give his support to you, he’s always so supportive of you.
Once the audition comes to a close, you stand on the stage, awaiting feedback.
“Well, I think i can speak on behalf of all of us here when i say i think we just found our Miss Zinone and Mr Carrington”
You both hug each other as you jump up and down.
This is amazing.
“Rehearsals start next Monday. Be here at 10am guys. Well done oh and Y/N, the character portrayal was spot on”
You hug the guy again as you walk off the stage. Grease 1 & 2 are your favourite musicals ever and to be able to play Stephanie even if it’s in a school production is just incredible.
“Come here you beautiful, talented woman” Bucky cheers as you approach him. You pick your pace up, running into his arms. He picks you up and spins you around before placing a passionate kiss to your lips.
“Now let’s get home and celebrate”
You follow him out to the car park, getting into his car with him and leaving to go home.
“You killed it today you know that right?” he intertwines his fingers with yours, one hand on the wheel.
“I don’t know about tha-”
“No, don’t do that. Don’t put yourself down. You smashed it. I’m so proud of you”
“Buck” you can’t help but feel all shy and emotional.
“I love you so much”
“I love you too Buck”
“I can’t wait to see you kill the first night with an audience. You got this”
His support is what keeps you going.
He’s your best friend.
You feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
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2020 Creator Wrap: Favourite Works
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread love and link each other to awesome works!
@spencers-renaissance thank you for tagging me in this !!! i love u !!!
Forgive Me For All I Could Not Become - its abt hotch and reid getting together after like a series of miscommunications. I gotta put this fic on here, even though it has an ungodly long fuckin name for no reason. this was my first (prolly last) multi chapter fic. fun fact i actually wrote the first 8 chapters with literally no intention to share it, it was just for me, and then i was like fuck it, might as well. i loved writing it because all of the readers were so damn encouraging, even when i would go weeks without updating (lol, mb) and even though it wasn’t my first fic by a mile, it was like for the first time i saw that ppl were enjoying my writing.
everything beautiful is ruined one day - this ones about buck’s mental health struggle and how he deals with it unhealthy coping mechanisms. this fic has a special place in my heart because it deals with a lot of heavy subject matter and it was my first (and only so far) fic in the 9-1-1 fandom even though i’ve been here since the beginning when we only had three pages on ao3. it was more character study for buck than an actual buddie fanfic, but i didn’t want the forefront of the story to revolve around the romance because i felt like that would almost cheapen the heavy stuff, instead it’s a backdrop.
Piccola - this lil bitch is abt prentiss mistaking rossi for her father after getting shot and it is honestly my favourite fic in the cm fandom because i feel like we always talk about rossi and the bau boys being his sons, but i feel like we as a fandom forget abt the father-daughter relationship with prentiss and rossi. i always love a good whump fic. and i hate-love the idea that prentiss as a child was always waiting for her father to come back.
Loved to the Point of Creation - its abt sokka making these joint guards for suki because after her incarceration she lost her kyoshi warrior shit so now she literally has no armour so she’s always bruised up after a fight. this was my first ever atla fic even though i was in this fandom before i knew what fandoms were. i wrote this because i was inspired by that one story of a surgeon inventing gloves because his wife was a scrub nurse or smth and her hands would be rubbed raw at the end of surgery, and i was like sokka would do that, plus he’s an inventor. but then my imagination couldn’t come up with anything new that sokka could have made for suki, so i decided he made something to protect her, instead.
Ten Years - this bad boy is an au where lance is killed in an accident while morgana was driving and it is my fave fic ever even though like stat wise it’s one of my poorer ones. i don’t know where inspiration struck but im so glad it did. like the sicko i am, i love the idea of lance dying young and his friends mourning him for the rest of their lives.
tagging: i have two friends, and one of them tagged me, and the other was already tagged in it.
so if you want to do it, do it, and tag me because i would like to see !!
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The Long Road //part 2
Fandom: Bright
Summary: Based on "Imagine Kandomere interrogating you." by @thefandomimagine
It took them over three hours to think through all of their options and weigh down their chances.
As you gathered, they must have truly been desperate to continue with that show.
This time you met with the both of them. Agent Montehugh came with his own chair, as the interrogation room wasn't supplied for yet another person.
"My favourite agent!" you falsely exclaimed. "I missed you. How have you been? Did you think about those diet tips I gave you?"
Kandomere's face was drawn and tense as he sat at the table, careful not to touch the sticky surface. A muscle tensed in Montehugh's left cheek - a sign of strong emotions, none of which he could currently act on, probably thanks to his boss's current policy. How lovely.
"So, which one of you is the good cop now?"
The huge man gave you a heavy look that spoke louder than words. He's always been the easier one to get under his skin.
You wouldn't say it was entirely his character's fault, though. It was common knowledge, at least to those blessed with knowing you, that you could be… a little difficult to deal with for extended periods of time. Such as being locked in a room for hours.
Montehugh pointed at the lonely photo, stuck to the table.
"Tell us who that is and you'll be free to go."
You carefully examined it.
"I'm fairly certain it's a man, although it would be foolish to base my judgment on appearance. So, where's the key?" you smiled, clanging the handcuffs loudly.
"Don't pretend you haven't already opened them," Kandomere sighed, bent over an open file. Sadly, from your position, you couldn't read anything in it.
Groaning, you shook off the handcuffs. "Fine."
Montehugh frowned, taking a look at them. As far as he was concerned, those should work.
"How?" he still asked. It was strange to hear him not shout.
"I'll tell you for 100 bucks."
"Fuck off."
You sent him a sweet kiss. Kandomere was doing an amazing job pretending he couldn't hear anything. His focus on the file was absolute.
The silence was something you got used to in previous hours, but still it wasn't a welcome sensation. Just as the agents intended, it was slowly wearing you down. If you were a tiniest bit less stubborn, you'd give them any information they wanted, just to be able to get out.
"How much?"
You've been so lost in your internal suffering that you almost didn't catch Kandomere's words.
"For what?" you raised your chin, meeting his eyes calmly.
He pointed at the photo.
"Oh. 10 for the name. Another 10 for the address."
"10 bucks?" Montehugh scoffed. "You must truly be-"
"10 THOUSAND, sugarbear," you corrected him with an icy cold precision. "I do have to pay rent."
"No." Kandomere's answer cut off any further verbal bloodshed. "Name another price. For an address."
"I already did," you reminded him, the jokes all gone from your voice.
You were tired. It was not your first clash with the agents and yet, they continued to act as if no rules for cooperation have already been established between you. The pressure of time you only speculated about must be real.
"We can give you immunity if you're worried about consequences," was Kandomere's offer. It would surprise you more, if it wasn't actually offensive.
"You're very sure of yourself, agent," you eyed him down. He didn't seem to care, his face unreadable and composed as always. "But you forget that I'm no snitch."
"Oh really?" Montehugh scoffed again. "'Cause it damn looks like that to me, if you ever wanna leave this room."
"I am an information broker. If I start selling my clients for free, I might as well put a bullet in my head with my own hands."
"But selling them for money is somehow better?"
"When they come to me, they are informed of that possibility."
Kandomere stopped looking through the file in his hands. You wondered when was the last time he slept. The dark circles under his eyes might be well conceived, but when you knew what to look for, you still noticed them.
"And they keep coming anyway?" he inquired silently.
"Indeed. Looks like my reputation, and the work I put into it, actually pays off when well maintained."
"Point taken," he gave the tiniest nod.
It surprised you more than anything that happened in that room previously.
Montehugh seemed eager to burst with something very emotional, and probably more than a little violent, but he kept quiet. He tried not to look at his boss, but you noticed the tension in his arms and the sweat shining on his forehead.
The elf was lost in thought for a moment.
Sadly, before you managed to think of something to make their blood boil again, he raised his head.
"My offer is what you asked for earlier, in exchange for the current address of this man, delivered in the next five minutes. This is my final offer."
And before he managed to continue…
"Deal," you said.
And it took him only a moment at your shamelessly growing smile that he reconsidered your reason for making such a show of the interrogation.
The point was not hiding the man's address.
It was making Kandomere owe you.
#The Long Road#Kandomere#Kandomere x reader#Kandomere x you#Kandomere/reader#Kandomere/you#kandomere imagine#kandomere bright#Bright Netflix#Bright#Elf x reader
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The Girl Who Cried Wolf Chapter 9
Firstly, I'm so sorry it took me so long to update, the world has been kinda out of whack. But seriously, thank you to everyone who has been messaging me and commenting and checking in on me. It means the world to me and it motivates me to get off my ass and write. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Summary: 5 times MJ says ‘I love you’ and 1 time Peter says it back.
Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, May Parker, Ned Leeds
AO3
Fuck. “No.”
“Oh come on, this is gonna be awesome!” Ned laughed, holding up a pamphlet. “Queesnborough Community College Art Show,” he read, but MJ already knew what was written. “Listed artists: Michelle Jones. Yeah, we’re totally going.” Fuck.
“No,” she repeated, threatening his cunning smile with her cold stare. “You’re not.”
“How’d you even get a spot at the art show anyways?” Peter asked through a mouthful of sandwich, and she desperately wanted to pin his lips shut. “I thought they were only showcasing their own students.” Double fuck.
“I am one of their students,” she sighed reluctantly, pointedly staring at her book and avoiding all eye contact. Why couldn’t they just leave it alone? Showing her art to random strangers was one thing – she’d never have to see them again. But her friends? She wasn’t ready for that. “I’ve been taking classes with them part time.” She popped another French fry into her mouth before turning the page on Goodnight Mister Tom. Art was a revelation of the soul, and she didn’t know if she wanted her two friends to see that yet.
“WHAT?” she heard Ned cry out, oblivious to her inner turmoil.
“Oh we’re so going to this show,” Peter piped up.
The conversation immediately descended into chaos as her best (only) friends started yelling about injustices at the same time. It was difficult to keep track of what both of them were saying, so MJ just shut her book with a thud and looked up, effectively silencing them. “No,” she spoke.
“Okay, okay,” Ned laughed. “We won’t go.” She believed him.
“Oh, we’re totally going,” Peter argued, and unfortunately, she believed him too. Triple fuck.
“In fact,” he continued, as only he would dare. “We have to get the flashiest brightest suits we can find to pretend like we’re important art buyers-”
“Art collectors,” MJ interrupted in frustration.
“-you know what I meant-”
“And art collectors don’t necessarily wear flashy loud suits to art shows.” Please just shut up and don’t come.
“Still gonna do it,” he grinned deviously. Fuck.
“The art pieces aren’t even for sale,” she made a final attempt at resistance. “It’s just an exhibition to showcase the school’s students!”
“Still. Gonna. Do. It.” Damn you, Peter Parker, and that goddamn grin that makes my heart do funny things.
She sighed and pinched her eyebrows. “I’m gonna be so embarrassed,” she grit out. She ignored the flop that her heart did at the sound of Peter’s triumphant whoop. Fuck.
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MJ plastered a smile on her face at the polite visitors who spared her work a glance. Behind her back, her fingers were nervously finding new ways to imitate spaghetti, and she held her breath in hopes that one would just stop and look carefully. Artists were, after all, contradictory in that manner. They desperately wanted someone to look at their soul on the canvas and understand them, but the chance was so small that they often dared not reveal the art. Please look at my art, they often cried out inwardly. Even though I’m afraid to show it to you.
Where the hell is Peter? She thought furiously, glaring at her watch that read 9 o’clock. Again, another contradiction. She had dreaded his presence at the expo, but now that it seemed he wouldn’t show, MJ felt the disappointment pooling in her gut.
She watched University recruiters and photographers talking to a few of her classmates, and others with their families, smiling and taking selfies with their works. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her watch again, albeit almost in vain. 9:10. There was 20 minutes left, so he probably wasn’t coming after all.
Her neighbours started taking down their canvases, and she saw Professor Latham helping some students clear up. Well, this was an absolute waste of everyone’s time. An evening down the drain. MJ sniffed softly as she felt her eyes sting from the warning of tears. Don’t cry. Not now.
“Aha! There she is! MJ!”
Her breath hitched and she dared herself to hope again. She turned around.
“Peter?” She whispered, almost in disbelief.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he finally stopped, looking up to catch his breath. “There was a huge thing with the police and a baby and-” she could barely hear him over the thumping of her heart, but she assumed it was Spider-Man business. “Ah I’ll explain it to you another time.” You’d better.
“You came,” she tried to hold back her smile, but it turned into a sort of grimace.
“Of course we came!” He replied excitedly. “We came to see amazing art!”
Wait. Hold up a minute. “We?” MJ wondered out loud. Did Ned come too?
“Hey MJ.”
She spun around again to see the epitome of motherly love beaming at her with pride. “Aunt May,” She breathed. “You came too.”
“Of course, sweetie!” May laughed. “This is important to you right?”
“Well…I mean…Um…” she struggled out a stutter.
“Oh hush,” the older woman pulled her into a hug, and MJ would never admit it, but she always yearned for an Aunt May Hug. “We’re all really proud of you. Now why don’t you start showing off to us?”
“Ok,” she mumbled, eyes stinging even more than before, but her heart infinitely warmer.
She turned to explain a few of her paintings, but Peter was already staring intently at them.
“Holy crap you did oil paintings?!” He whistled. “This cannot be cheap.”
“Yeah I-” How do you know that?
“Dang, these are pretty amazing! Aunt May! Look, it’s Queens! You could see our apartment from here!”
“It’s not-” It is. That’s exactly what I was trying to get.
“How did you get such detail with oils? I just make a messy blur and call it interpretive art.”
“You-” You are overwhelming me with these compliments.
“And this one’s Midtown! You even painted the school?? I thought you hated school!”
“I-” I did, but now I love it because I get to see my favourite people every day. And my favourite person.
May placed a gentle hand over Peter’s mouth. “Let the poor girl talk, you’re overwhelming her.”
MJ just stared at the corner of the Midtown portrait and struggled to regulate her breathing. Be still, my heart, she scolded herself. One, two, three, four…
“Excuse me, sir, ma’am.” Oh good, Professor Chang.
Peter and May turned to regard her teacher. “The exhibition will be closing in 5 minutes. Can I help you with anything before we close?”
“Yeah!” Peter chirped up, the wonderful idiot that he was. “Is purchase of these art pieces allowed?”
Professor Chang smiled again, and was that a wink? “Purchase of the art pieces are between you and the artist,” she replied. Oh no, Professor Chang. “The purpose of this exhibition isn’t for the sale of art, but if the artist agrees, who are we to hinder their budding career?” MJ wished that the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Now she had to go over to the Parker’s residence and see her own work permanently? Talk about being mortified.
“Now, wait just a minut-” she tried to protest weakly, but for the second time that day, to no avail.
“Aunt May! Can we buy one please?” Peter interrupted, eyes shining.
“Okay, Peter,” she smiled. “Just one though, ok?” She warned. Was she allowing Peter to buy candy?
“Peter, you can’t,” MJ protested weakly. “These aren’t any good.”
“What’re you talking about?” He laughed. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re the best artist in this entire gallery!”
“I’m just a high school kid in a college exhibition,” she mumbled.
“And that’s what makes you amazing,” he replied, and she could tell that he meant every word. He turned around to choose while Michelle quietly struggled to process the sudden influx of emotions.
“This one. I want this one. How much d’ya want for it, Ms Jones?” He teased. She looked up and smiled weakly. Of course he’d choose that one. The New York skyline that she’d painted from her rooftop. From there, she could see Peter’s apartment building, and sometimes, she’d wonder if he could see hers too. The sun was setting, and she’d tried her best to incorporate every colour that had been present, but her oil paints were limited, and the sky was just too beautiful to be captured. Too free and wild to be held still in the four walls of a canvas frame. Too beautiful for one to do it justice. Just like the little spider in front of her.
“Nothing.”
The word popped out of her mouth before she could shut it, and she hugged him before her mind could deny her body. Here goes nothing. “Because I love you,” she whispered. She felt his body stiffen and she and immediately regretted her words. He didn’t speak for five seconds, and that was five seconds too many. Her throat seized up and her heart dropped. The buzzing in her gut turned into a scream and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Abort mission. She pulled away and flicked him on the forehead.
“I’m kidding, loser,” she smirked, even as her chest ached and the colours on the canvas looked sadder than they had before. “It’ll be 50 bucks. Do you have any idea how expensive oil paints are?”
“Yeah, I do,” Peter replied, clearly a little nervous. “Good thing I asked Mr Stark for some cash before coming here.”
“In that case, it’ll be 70.”
“Hey!” he gasped in mock offence, but she’d already hopped forward and given May a big hug.
“I love you, Aunt May,” she said, distinctively more audibly. And she meant it. Peter didn’t love her that way, so it was better if she didn’t give him any ideas that she did. The truth didn’t matter, as long as he was happy.
“Aww honey!” cooed May. “I love you too!” and while the words comforted her, she’d have preferred to hear them in a different voice.
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“Smile Down the Runway” Anime Review, Winter 2020
One of my FAVOURITES of this Winter season is Smile Down the Runway, or Runway de Waratte. Based on a manga by Inoya Kotoba, it is an anime focusing on two protagonists in the fashion world, Chiyuki, who dreams of being a super model on the Paris runway, and Ikuto, an aspiring fashion designer and dress maker. But, of course, there are hurdles that they must surpass. The two have a really great chemistry, and their stories are especially heartbreaking and inspirational. The anime has spread out the episodes really well so far, covering both characters as they endure and overcome issues that are beyond their control. I’m halfway through the series, so this review will be as far as episode 6. So far, it is amazing. I would recommend this if you have an interest in drama, unique topics, fashion, or even sports anime. This is as thrilling as it gets!
The manga is actually published in the Weekly Shounen Magazine, so while it does focus on the rather feminine world of fashion, it’s still exhilerating and “sports-esque” in the ways that their passions are portrayed. The characters do face adversity, and in the first episode, we see Chiyuki as a small child. Her parents own a rather successful modeling agency, and that’s where Chiyuki begins her career, but it’s short lived. She dreams of being a super model, heading to Paris and strutting on the runway, but the thing is...she’s much too short. Her height has stopped at 158cm (5’2″), when the ideal height of a model is 175cm (5′9″). Her parents end up dissappointed, and drop her career, not willing to put their money behind her. But she pesists, and we see her applying to many different agencies, specifically one that sends their models to runway shows. She goes in and interviews every day, showing her endurance and drive. I found this to be really amazing, because it proves her character as more than a ‘model’, which could be the case, especially when the show starts to have more Ikuto-focused episodes. But Chiyuki does get the job, and it’s because of a piece that Ikuto ends up designing and creating.. just for her.
This anime is rather empowering, as Chiyuki isn’t the only one working towards her seemingly impossible goal -- the girl can’t grow 17cm-- Ikuto also has hurdles to overcome. It turns out that his family is not the most fortunate. He has two older sisters, one who excels at school work, and the other who is a sports star, but they also have a baby sister. Ichika is 4 or 5 years old, and everyone is pressured to care for her because their mother has been in the hospital. We don’t find out what is wrong with her yet, but she seems to be kept there long term. So the money is tight. I don’t know how their bills are paid, especially rent for their tiny apartment, but all of the kids work part-time. The older sibilings don’t only realize that the most that their family can afford is to send one kid to university, but they all have aspirations for their futures. In some episodes, the anime is really family-centred, so it must be a running theme that we’ll see agin. But honestly, this was the saddest thing so far.
The kids want it to be their baby sister, Ichika, to be able to go to college in the future, and even when their mom pushes them to do what the want, they tell her, “no, I’d rather just work when I graduate”. So of course, we get the scene where Ikuto asks Chiyuki, rather abruptly, of whether he could become a fashion designer without going to college. She kind of tells him that she’s never heard of a designer not coming out of school somewhere, and leaves it at that. Later on, she realizes that she sounded just like her parents, as well as every other person who has told her that her dream is impossible, based on something that she can never change. She has felt the pain of wanting to be in control of something so bad, but has come to terms that to achieve it, she has to find another way to sell her career. There are a few more sweet scenes where she apologizes to Ikuto and he realizes that creating that dress for her made him feel so happy. So they agree on a dream that they can both achieve: She will only wear the clothes that he makes for her once he becomes a designer with a brand.
I think that the poverty aspect of the story is really compelling, as in later episodes it does return, as it’s an essential part of Ikuto’s character. Sometimes, in manga and anime, there are interesting aspects to a character like this specifically, but it’s waived off as soon as the plot of the story gets going. It kind of reminds me of Yuusuke Urameshi from Yu Yu Hakusho, where he has the backstory of having an alcoholic mom that doesn’t really go anywhere (I’m only on episode 77, his mom has been almost forgotten lol). So this is really refreshing to me. The commentary is interesting too, because it talks about the circular trap that impoverished people can find themselves in. The only way to get a “good” job that makes a decent amount of money, especially if you have 3 siblings and a hospitalized mom to take care of, college and university are the only options. But, they also cost money. I’m not knowledgeable on the sorts of scholarships and student loans that the government of Japan offers (I wonder if Kotoba explores this in the manga), but hopefully there is some hope for poorer people. But, of course, when student loans are concerned, they aren’t particularly helpful for a family who is already running low on funds. It’s a trapping system, and when you have three especially talented kids who are preparing to graduate highscool, it would be a major investment if you could send all of them to a college of their choice so that they can earn the big bucks. Unfortunately, Ikuto’s sisters may simply find work where they can, bringing home little more than they already are. Hopefully we get a conclusion to this story that isn’t too goddamn sad.
Anyway, this is a rather quick review that I’ve wanted to write out and publish so that I can work on the next one. I’ve been dying to write about The Case Files of Jeweler Richard, but I figured that I need to watch the first two episodes again to write a really concise piece on it. But look forward to that!
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