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ilikethisacompletelynormalamount · 2 months

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Andrew Scott, Vogue: April 2024.

by Zing Tsjeng, Photos by Annie Leibovitz

Ripley, in other words, is the hero of the tale. “That’s why he fascinates so many,” says Scott. “There’s been so many iterations of him. I think it’s because people root for him.” Actors like Alain Delon and Dennis Hopper have tried the role; Matt Damon played him as an obsequious, lower-class naïf; John Malkovich, as a slimy, camp killer. Scott’s Ripley is different; a watchful loner escaping rodent-infested poverty, more at home among art than he is around people. Musician and actor Johnny Flynn plays his first victim—the monied Dickie Greenleaf—and Dakota Fanning is Dickie’s suspicious ex-girlfriend. “I find Tom quite vulnerable,” Scott tells me. “I don’t think he’s necessarily lonely, but I certainly think he’s solitary…. He seems to me by his nature that he just can’t fit in. He’s trying to survive.”

In Ripley, Zaillian extracts maximum Hitchcockian dread from every creaky footstep. But most sinister of all is Scott’s face, which exhibits a sharklike steeliness throughout. It’s a performance that exudes queasy force. Is Ripley a scammer, a psychopath, or both? “There’s so many things lurking beneath him that I’ve been very reluctant to diagnose him with anything. I never thought of him as a sociopath or murderous,” Scott declares. “It’s up to everybody else to characterize him or call him whatever they want.”

As we weave through tourists near the Tower of London, barely anybody notices Scott, save for a faint glimmer of recognition among mainly young women. He seems to draw reassurance from it. “I don’t like to think about it too much, if I’m honest,” he muses of fame. “I find it a little bit, er, frightening.” He is known but not blockbuster-recognizable, although he is in the upcoming Back in Action with Cameron Diaz and Jamie Foxx. What stunts did he do? “I can’t give that away, I’m afraid, or somebody from Netflix will come and shoot me in the head.”

What’s been on Scott’s mind the most hasn’t been acting at all, in fact, but art. As a 17-year-old, he was offered his first movie role on the same day he was given a scholarship to study painting. He chose acting, but has recently been thinking about Oliver Burkeman’s philosophical self-help tract from 2021, Four Thousand Weeks, which makes the case for focusing on the five things you truly want to accomplish. “For me at the moment, it’s like, What do you want to do? What do you want to say?”

He scrolls through his phone to show me his work. There’s a watercolor of a couple arguing in a restaurant in rich reds and greens, line drawings of friends and people on the beach, and two self-portraits. “It’s a bit weird,” he acknowledges of his depiction of himself, all bulbous forehead and Pan-like tufts of hair. His brisk, nervy lines are reminiscent of Egon Schiele or Francis Bacon, who turns out to be one of his favorite painters. “Well, God, I’ll take that,” he mutters at the comparison. He would like someday to go to art school. “I don’t ever regret it,” he says of acting. “But I suppose you just get to a stage where you think, What else? That’s one of the big painful things in life for me, where you can’t quite live all the lives.” As he gets older, he feels the tug toward revisiting old working relationships, including with Waller-Bridge: “We’ve definitely got things cooking,” he smiles. “I’d love to work with her again. She’s just a singular, wonderful person.” For her part, Waller-Bridge says: “I’d love to see him do a fully unhinged slapstick comedy character. Someone who is outraged at everything, all of the time.”

As we round the pavement and the Tate Modern looms back into sight, he recalls a poster he received in 2017—a monstrously large graphic that detailed every week in a human life span. “It’s your entire life if you live to 80—you have to fill in all the bits that you’ve already lived,” he remembers in awe, “a visually terrifying gift.” What did he do with it? “I didn’t hold on to it for too long.” Easy come, easy go: We finally finish our loop around the Thames and, as Scott disappears back into the throng, anonymous just the way he likes it, it occurs to me that the actor has many lives to live yet. ■

#andrew scott #ripley #vanya #all of us strangers #julianne moore #phoebe waller bridge #annie leibovitz #vogue

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janaispunk · 2 months

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constellations in his eyes

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

summary: Your fiancé stands you up on your birthday. Dave doesn’t.

word count: 736

tags/warnings: infidelity, shitty boyfriend, angst, fluff, kissing, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n

a/n: this is based on the song high infidelity by taylor swift and written for @beskarandblasters’s taylor swift drabble challenge. i love taylor and this song and dave, so this was very fun 🫶🏻 check out the whole challenge masterlist here!

follow @janaispunknotifs for fic updates and find my whole masterlist here :)

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

(apologies to everyone who’s waiting for the next safe and sound chapter, i promise it’s almost done 🫠)

It’s your birthday, April 29th.

Rain is soaking through your dress, the drenched fabric clinging to your skin, wet strands of your hair sticking to your forehead. Unfamiliar lips are pressed against yours. You don’t remember the last time you’ve felt this happy.

You’re supposed to meet your fiancé for dinner tonight. When you call him, you’re already seated at the table, waiting for him to meet you there.

“Give me a break,” he sighs at your demand for an explanation, “I’m sure you’ll find someone else to buy you dinner.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean. None of those guys from your office available tonight?”

“Fuck you.”

You slam the phone back onto the table, swallowing down the angry tears that are starting to well up in your eyes. You have been dealing with his unreasonable bouts of insecurity and jealousy because you’re working in a male-dominated field for way too long. You had hoped that he would get over it eventually, but it had rather gotten worse, mixed with remarks about how he made more money than you and how thankful you should be that he took care of you.

After staring down at the table for a few moments, you pick your phone back up again. If this is what he thinks of you any way, you might as well give him a reason to.

“Hey. Can you come and pick me up, please?”

Of course Dave could. You’re often assigned cases together, are often huddled up in the office when it’s already dark outside and your colleagues have gone home. You like working with him, like how quiet but straightforward he is, how he understands your way of thinking. You like him.

You’ve been out for drinks before, to celebrate successfully solved cases, but nothing more, no matter how many times he hinted at being interested in more. Because you’re not that kind of woman, despite what your fiancé apparently thinks.

Until now. It’s your birthday and you’re gonna spend it with someone who actually likes being around you.

When you walk out of the restaurant, he’s waiting for you, his brow furrowed in concern, immediately asking if you’re alright. You nod, mumbling something about a change of plans, nothing to worry about. You can tell that he doesn’t buy it.

He’s walking you down the block to his car, one hand at the small of your back. You feel yourself melting into him and his calming presence beside you, into the self-assured way he’s taking charge.

Neither of you had expected the sudden downpour, soaking the both of you to the bone within seconds. You stop in your tracks, staring at him in surprise for a second, before you burst out laughing.

You stumble over your own feet as you try to keep walking and instinctively grab his arm. He turns in your direction and steadies you, an amused smirk on his face, his hands a heavy weight on your hips, his touch burning into you.

You lean in and kiss him before your mind catches up with your actions. He stills for only one moment before his lips start moving against yours with a caressing urgency that makes your heart clench with longing.

Your hands cling to him, to his shirt underneath your fingers that’s just as drenched as your clothes, to the broadness of his shoulders that’s sending a rush of excitement through you. The absurdity of the whole situation makes you giggle against his mouth and you feel the rumble of his own laugh more than you hear it while his arms are wrapping tighter around your waist.

You don’t care that you’re in the middle of the sidewalk, that rain is still pouring down on you, that this is not the man that you’ve agreed to marry.

Because when you open your eyes, he’s already looking at you, the lights of the city reflecting in his dark pupils, like constellations that you want to get lost in. For the first time in forever, you feel seen. Your fingers burrow into his hair and you pull him closer again, connecting your lips with his once more.

When you reach his car, he opens the door for you and asks if he can take you home with him. You say yes.

None of it feels real, but you feel more alive than you’ve felt in a long time.

thank you for reading! if you liked this, please consider reblogging, commenting, sending an ask or interacting in any way. it’s really what keeps writers going <3

#janas fics #dave york #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #dave york fanfiction #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x female reader #dave york x f!reader #pedrostories

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baddestbittyontheblock · 29 days

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april fic recs

✦ dividers by @cinnamoncafe, @saradika-graphics, @thecutestgrotto, @silkholland ✦

𖤛 hi everyone!! i've read so many great fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of april!! 𖤛

⚘ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each incredible writer!! ⚘

֍ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ֍

◈ if you’d like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ◈

lewis hamilton

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 it sounds silly by @pickingupmymercedes lewis hamilton x reader | bit of angst, self image problems, body image discussions

-reader is struggling with a self image issue and where lewis gives words of encouragement

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lewis drabble by ^ lewis hamilton x reader

-lewis where he casually mentions in his gq interview that he has a longtime gf or wife.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lewis blurb by ^ lewis hamilton x reader

-reader comes home drunk and Lewis reacts to seeing roscoe with those marks next morning

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 pipe down by @thef1diary lewis hamilton x fem!reader | 18+ smut, oral, fingering, reader says ‘sir’ like once, pussy obsessed lewis tbh, allusions to riding

-you were straddling lewis, stripped down to nothing but your panties.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 unexpected find by @waterlilydrops lewis hamilton x fem!reader | 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, threesome f/f/m involved lewis, sex tape, reverse NTR, p in v sex, masturbation(f), slight dom/bub,spanking, dirty talk, blowjobs, mirror. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly, 4k

-as you were helping lewis tide up the old apartment, you suddenly found out a video tape. however, as you inserted it into the vcr and pressed play, you realized just how interesting the content of this tape was.

lando norris

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 dad!lando blurb by @russellsppttemplates dad!lando norris x reader | fluff

-lando posting or sending his family pictures of his milk drunk babies because he thinks it is the cutest/funniest thing

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lando blurb by ^ lando norris x reader | fluff

-reader always forgets or looses hair ties and lando noticed this so he started to always wear one on his wrist for her

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 what i'm missing by @uglyducklingofthe2000s dad!lando norris x reader | fluff

-lando comes home from a race weekend to find his wife and kids in a moment that makes him wish that he wasn’t gone so often.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 my boobs by ^ big yitties!reader x lando norris x reader

-lando loves his girlfriend's boobs and she's just got used to him in private and public, in fact half of the time others notice before she does

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the slip up by @loveluvrs lando norris x reader

-max was streaming with lando at his place. lando drags his feet over to the stream room, sitting on a chair next to max. he was scrolling on his phone, trying to pass the time.

carlos sainz

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 cooking up some fun with the sainz’ by @eccentricwritingbaby dad!carlos sainz jr x wife!mom!reader | fluff

-y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl.

tlou

ellie williams

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie drabble by @elliesprettygirl ellie williams x reader | fluff

-ellie desperate for reader but reader is always acting hard to get just for their ego. but ellie doesn’t back down..

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie blurb by @ourautumn86 ellie williams x fem! reader | +18 content, mdni

-she tries to shush you but you’re scratching her naked back and it feels so good…

woso

alexia putellas

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the mountain is you by @ceesimz alexia putellas x reader

-barcelona. once a place that felt like home to you, yet now as you clamber into the back of your taxi outside of the airport, it's the same but different.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 golden key to the sweet life by ^ mom!alexia putellas x mom!reader | fluff

-there was something intoxicatingly endearing about the way alexia interacted and whole-heartedly cared for her family and friends' children.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 our sun is setting by ^ alexia putellas x reader | mentions of homophobia and grief for a parent. It's quite a heavy fic, please keep that in mind.

-"i told my mami about you today."

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 close your eyes by @ktgoodmorning alexia putellas x reader | mind-numbingly fluffy, inspired by the song "close your eyes and count to ten" by grouplove

-you and alexia take a moment to yourselves on your wedding night, soaking in your time together.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 familia by @barcaatthemoon alexia putellas x reader | fluff

-how alexia realizes that you're the one.

alessia russo

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 make yourself at home by @p0orbaby alessia russo x reader | SMUT 18+, not explicit but smut adjacent, oral (alessia receiving)

-all you want is a quiet night in with alessia, and tooney?

call of duty

simon riley

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 simon blurb by @cntloup simon riley x reader | smut

-it's safe to say simon is utterly and completely devoted to you.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ghost losing his ring by @ch1n1tahwrites simon riley x reader | fluff

-he was just coming back from a long mission, awaiting to be in his wifes arms in his big comfy bed.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 tommy by @simonrileysfavteacup simon riley x reader | fluff

-he came out looking exactly like his father. he acted exactly like him. he didn’t sleep, he had nightmares too often, he loved watching telly, he wouldn’t sleep without you near him, and so much more.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the next of kin by @soapybutt17 simon "ghost" riley x wife!reader, oc daughter (cassandra "cassie" riley), john price | mentions of injuries, drug consumption, slight angst, mostly fluff, 1.6k

-simon needed to update his contact information, as dodgy as he was for giving everyone even a glimpse of his private life, he did so. who would have ever thought that it would become handy after an injury left him high on painkillers and needy for his girls back home.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 like mother, like daughter by @anangelwhodidntfall dad!simon riley x reader

-in which you and ghost have a baby girl who loves to copy your facial expressions

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 olderbf!simon by @heavenbarnes simon riley x reader | fluff

-thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

celebrities

harry styles

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 that 4am cry by @signoferoda dad!harry styles x mom!reader | fluff

-harry’s daughter has a set routine when it comes to her night time feed

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holylulusworld · 2 months

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April Fools' Day

Summary: Steve and Bucky ask you to join their prank.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: language, pranks, tricks, fluff, implied smut

“Doll, wait!” Bucky runs after you; he grasps your wrist to stop you from leaving the Avengers Tower. “Wait. Steve and I need your help.”

“Bucky, I’m about to get some coffee. I don’t have time for your pranks,” you give him a stern look. Every year on April Fool’s Day Steve and Bucky turn into annoying little shits. They love to prank the team and everyone crossing their path. “If you try to mess with me again, I’ll cut your hair off and dye Steve’s hair green.”

“We won’t prank you,” Bucky smirks, remembering how you ran out of your room at the tower. Your skin and hair were covered in green goo. “I swear.” He crosses his heart. “Please, for me.”

“Fine,” you size Bucky up. “Just you know — super-soldier or not. If you mess with me today, I’ll beat you into a pulp and make it look like an accident. After you pranked all of our friends for years, no one will ask questions.”

“No pranks, doll,” he takes your hand and presses a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Please help us here.”

“Okay, spill it, Rogers,” you huff and cross your arms over your chest. Steve grins like the devil when he reveals his plan for this year’s April Fools’ Day. “I don’t have all day. Bucky already ruined my break.”

“You will love it,” Steve smirks and steps closer to you. He places both hands on your shoulders, making you shudder. They don’t know what effect they have on you. “Bucky and I decided to tell the team that we will ask you out on a date.”

“What? I—what?” You wrinkle your forehead. “How’s that a prank? We had lunch and dinner together more than I can count. We even have movie nights at your place or Bucky's. Though, Bucky has better snacks.”

“Hah, I knew it,” Bucky grins.

“Doll, we will tell them that we are dating,” Steve snickers. “You know how often they teased us for being inseparable, and that we do more than watch movies together. Bucky and I decided to trick the team and tell them they were right the whole time.”

“Steve, that’s a stupid prank. Maybe you can just put itching powder in their pants or something,” you try not to be part of their prank. “And how do you want to pretend that we are dating?”

“We will take you out for dinner, doll,” Bucky explains. He points at the suits lying on Steve’s couch. “We got the suits, and you can wear a dress. Steve booked a table at that little Italian restaurant you like so much. We will go back to the tower and pretend we are having sex.”

“Uh-Bucky got some porn on his phone,” Steve admits cheeks shades of pink. “We will pump up the volume and everyone passing my room will believe we are…”

“Nailing our best friend,” Bucky ends his friend’s line. He grins and claps his hands. “That’s a good plan. Right?”

You don’t know what to say. “Guys, that’s…”

“The best prank ever!” Steve exclaims.

“The next morning, when everyone tries to hide they heard us,” Bucky smirks. “Bam, we reveal nothing happened and call them pervs!”

They grin like cocky boys, not the super-soldiers saving the world all the time. You sigh. This is the worst idea ever and you’d love to tell them the truth. But a free meal is a free meal.

“Sounds good to me. You’ll pay.” You point your index finger at Steve. “No excuses. And I want dessert too.”

“Doll—wow!” Bucky and Steve swallow thickly when you step out of your room. You’re wearing a stunning dress and heels. Usually, you’re in your tactical suit or comfortable clothes. They never saw you wearing anything like the dress before.

“You look dashing too,” you wink at them. “Ready?”

“Yeah…uh…sure…” Steve offers his arm to you, earning an angry look from Bucky. “We are ready to go, Y/N.”

“What Steve said,” Bucky places his hand on the small of your back. “You look beautiful tonight, doll.”

Natasha smirks as both men fight over you. Before you go you tell them to stop fighting and find an agreement. You end up with Steve holding your right hand while Bucky holds your left hand.

“I guess she set her plan into motion,” Sam grins at Natasha. “Damn, she was right about their prank.”

“Poor super-soldiers,” Natasha snickers. “They have no clue what they got themselves into. Y/N knew about their plans and turned the tables. She finally got them to ask her on a date.”

“Do you think they will finally admit their feelings?”

“Sam, did you see the dress? Y/N got them wrapped around her pinky by the end of the night and I’m fairly sure, we will need noise-reducing headphones from now on…”

Natasha was right. The moment you came back from dinner and entered Steve’s room, they were all over you. Bucky didn’t need his phone. You made the most erotic noises they ever heard…

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#steve rogers #bucky barnes #April Fools' Day #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve x reader x bucky #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x you

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livesincerely · 2 months

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[bits & bobs] common knowledge

aka the ‘Jack didn’t know they were dating’ fic

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One of the last things that gets packed⁠—right up there with the wifi router, the stuff for the bathroom, and Jack’s good pillow⁠—is the calendar. Davey carefully peels it from its place of honor on the front of the fridge, almost the whole of April carefully x-ed out.

“The 29th is on Friday,” he notes as he tucks it carefully away, smiling softly. “We should try and do something.”

“Dave, we are up to our ears in fuckin’ boxes,” Jack complains from his spot on the floor, a roll of tape sitting on his chest as he attempts to become one with the carpet. “We ain’t gonna get our deposit back if we ain’t outta here before the first.”

“You were out of town on a contract last year and the year before that we both had the flu,” Davey complains. “It’d be nice if we could actually do something to celebrate this year.”

It’s at this point that Jack realizes he has no idea what the fuck Davey’s talking about.

“Dave,” he says. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“The 29th,” Davey says, like that alone should be enough of an explanation.

“What’s so special about the 29th?” Jack asks.

Davey frowns⁠. And not just his Jack, you dumbass frown, but the full-blown, pinched-mouth, brow-furrowed, Jack, this isn’t funny, stop it frown that makes makes Jack’s soul want to shrivel up and die whenever it’s pointed his way.

So, Jack pivots. Hard.

“I’m kiddin’,” he lies quickly, alarm bells blaring behind his eyes. What the fuck is on the 29th? “‘Course we can do somethin’. What about dinner at that Italian place we saw on the corner? It looked like a nice joint.”

Davey’s expression clears.

“God, I would kill for some tiramasu,” he says with a wistful sigh.

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” Jack laughs, more relief than anything. “I’ll call in the mornin’, see if they take reservations.”

“Perfect,” Davey says, with a beaming smile that makes Jack’s heart lurch for entirely different reasons. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah,” Jack says weakly. “It’s a date.”

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Jack panics.

Well, first he calls the restaurant and makes a reservation for two at 7pm.

But then, he panics.

He calls Katherine first, which turns out to be less than useless.

“Can you please stop cackling for three seconds and fucking help me?” Jack demands into the speaker, tugging at his hair in frustration.

But Kath just laughs and laughs until Jack hangs up on her in a huff. After about ten minutes, he calls her back—she’s still laughing.

He tries Tony next.

“You’re such a fucking moron,” Tony says, after sitting in dead silence for so long that Jack pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “I genuinely don’t understand how Davey’s put up with you for so long. I should send him a medal. Or maybe a fruit basket.”

“Quit with the wise cracks and help me,” Jack demands. “Davey’s, like, super fucking excited about this dinner an’ if I don’t figure out what the hell we’re supposed’ta be celebrating, he’s gonna kick me out before we even get moved in.”

“More like he’s gonna dump your dumbass and find someone who can actually remember an anniversary,” Tony snarks.

“He ain’t gonna— I’ve told you a thousand times, we ain’t like that,” Jack says, louder than he means to, flushed and flustered.

There’s another long, judgmental silence.

“Please seek professional help,” Tony says, flatly incredulous. “You are so beyond me, you’re orbiting fucking Saturn, Jackaboy—“

Jack hangs up on him too.

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“Are you upset?” Jack asks tentatively.

“I’m still deciding,” Davey says in a thin, even tone that really doesn’t bode well.

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“Jack,” Davey murmurs, close enough that he can feel the whisper of his breath against his cheeks. “Apparently you haven’t noticed, but we’ve been dating for years. Tomorrow is our three-year anniversary.”

Jack, who had been swaying towards the warmth of Davey’s body, towards the promise of a kiss, freezes dead in his tracks. “What?”

But Davey just smiles. “Three years,” he repeats calmly.

“No, no, I heard you the first time, I jus’…” Jack shakes his head, hard, as if that with somehow make any of what’s happening make any kind of sense. “What?”

“When’s the last time you had sex with anyone but me?” Davey prompts—impossibly patient, all things considered. “Or went out on a date? Gave someone your number?”

“Not in fuckin’ ages,” Jack sputters, offended at the very thought. “You an’ me, we’ve got a good thing goin’. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“You wouldn’t cheat on me?” Davey specifies, tilting his head.

“Course not!”

“Why would it be cheating if we aren’t together?” Davey asks, pointedly.

Jack stares at him, trying to find the riddle hidden in Davey’s question. Because… Because…

“Oh,” he says blankly.

Davey laughs, curling his hands around Jack’s waist. “Oh,” he agrees.

“Three years?” Jack asks weakly.

“Jackie,” Davey sighs, apparently realizing that Jack needs this spelled out to him. “We live together. We share a bedroom. We spent last Christmas at your mom’s house and you introduced me to Charlie’s kids as ‘Uncle David’.”

“Oh,” Jack says again, because it really bears repeating. “How the hell have you managed to put up with my dumbass for three fucking years?”

“It probably helps that I’m madly in love with you,” Davey says, rolling his eyes even as another soft smile curls over his lips.

“Huh,” Jack says. It’s maybe not the best response, but it’s honestly a miracle he manages to say anything at all.

“You’re in love with me too,” Davey helpfully informs him.

“Well, I knew that part,” Jack huffs. Then, “How did you know that?”

“Because I know you,” Davey says, lacing their fingers together. “But feel free to say it aloud any time you like.”

“I love you,” Jack murmurs.

Davey’s smile is like the first days of spring: bright like sunshine, full of promise and full of hope.

And the taste of his kiss is even better.

#newsies #javid #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #not so much an update as a compilation #but please enjoy regardless

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accidentalshifter · 18 days

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[May 6-7, 2024: Conversational chess with Elijah Mikaelson, walking to La Avena.]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science.

Shifting Notes:

Hey there, I'm back! Sorry for the absence, I've been working on improving situations in my CR and life got super busy. But hey! The daily affirmations are totally working!! Back to the point, though. I spent all April scripting William Webb's backstory & have it (mostly) nailed down. I've left room for a little mystery, though, to keep things fresh and interesting...

On another note, I was thinking about the (most likely) astrological influences that're probably in Elijah Mikaelson's birthchart. I think Elijah is a Taurus or Virgo with heavy Capricorn influences. Based on his nearly obsessive need to keep things tidy, clean, and organized...I'm leaning more towards Virgo. But Elijah's love of music, the finer things, and placing value on his "honor" is a total Taurean thing. Either way, dude is a earth sign. He literally throws coins like it's his special Pokémon move. 🤣

Astrological Timing: New Moon in Taurus. Taurus is the earth sign that corresponds to food, physical comfort, and sensuality. Along with money and values. Using this lunation to shift would be an ideal setting for dinner with Elijah Mikaelson. Taurus is also ruled by the planet Venus. Venus links my last trip into my DR with this one since Libra is also ruled by Venus.

⚜️ In order to tap into the energy of Taurus, I ate some snacks pre-shift; strawberries, red apples, raspberries, & blood oranges. These fruits kind of give me TVD vibes. (If it was in season, I would've bought pomegranates as well) I feel that by immersing myself in this action, I was able to tap into my DR's current events more. It was easier to visualize/shift and helped me really BE in the moment with Elijah Mikaelson while we walked around the Square to find somewhere to eat.

⚜️ I got pre-emptive (visual) flashes of a ton of yellow balloons rising up into the air over the Mystic Grill. Someone must've let them all go (probably a kid) during this Hops Fest. The next visual/physical phenomenon was distinctly feeling the silk material of Elijah's handkerchief in my hands. I remember that I glanced down in my CR at my fingers just to check and VOOM. Suddenly, I've shifted into my DR-self in first-person perspective. Elijah glances back at me, then says:

"Now, some may call me picky but I don't particularly enjoy street food...or obtrusive noise. So, I was thinking we could try a more private venue. Well, relatively."

⚜️ I laugh at the thought and reply, "Privacy in Mystic Falls?? Have you been around this place? It's anything but." 🤨 Elijah (casually) replies that he was thinking we should try a new restaurant that just opened a few weeks ago. And that 'it's a stroll up the street' from where we're at now. He seems to be excited or eager to try it. (Is Elijah a foodie?) He asks me if I enjoy Italian food?

Side note: At first glance, this question of his seems normal. Innocuous, even. The context of the situation certainly calls for a question like this to be asked. However. Something in his tone & how he looked at me while asking that bothered me. And I realized a few days after that it's because I actually...don't really like Italian food. My CR grandparents (whom William Webb is connected to via similarity in temperaments) used to take me to Italian restaurants all the time. And there was never any "kid-friendly" food for me to eat...which always made me feel frustrated and left out. I didn't even REMEMBER this until after the fact when it was 3 am and I'm still staring up at my ceiling with Elijah's innocent question echoing in my brain. Do you like Italian food? No, I don't.

⚜️ I say that I haven't had it in awhile.

⚜️ Elijah Mikaelson smiles. But that smile is too bright, too manicured, and exposes the sharpness of his incisors in a way noticeable to me (they're still in "human mode" but they have a vampire-ishness to them regardless). There's an expression in his face that I can't decipher. He says in a soft, polite tone that doesn't match his words: "That's not what I asked you."

⚜️ Remaining as neutral about this as I can, I shrug, and reply: "Uh, not usually. It's a chore to find Italian food worth eating. I guess you could call me picky too." I shoot Elijah a wry, humorous smile that helps me smooth over the sudden spike of tension that I feel. Elijah seems satisfied with my answer this time. "I think you'll be pleased. It's been getting very excellent reviews in the papers." I choose not to say anything more for a bit as we walk to (supposedly) where this restaurant is. All the noise coming from around us in the Square is a bit sensory overwhelming as it is. Mystic Falls sure loves its celebrations...

⚜️ Elijah & I cross the street at the crosswalk heading towards the Mystic Grill. I can see it clearly; the distinct olive-green building with patio furniture in front of it, the neon red and yellow signs in its window, the dark alleyway that is tucked off to the side of the entrance. I get cold, electric chills looking at it up close and personal. Elijah seems to notice my eyes lingering on it as we're walking and asks me if I've been there before. I want to reply with "Only on TV" but instead choose to play my part as Zoey. I explain to Elijah that I was far too young to hang out there before I left this town but that I remember my Dad (William) coming home late with a to-go bag from the Grill. I toss the same question back at Elijah. "Have you had the Grill experience yet?" I say with a slightly sarcastic tone in my voice.

⚜️ "That establishment's...clientele is a little more rough than I care to fraternize with on a daily basis. However, I suppose off-brand brandy offers some sort of faint charm to it." He says with obvious distaste. Elijah seems to peer down his nose at the Mystic Grill as we walk past it, compulsively wiping some invisible dirt (or something) off his shirt. The instant I catch him doing that, I laugh. "Wow! It sounds like you really miss New Orleans." I then catch myself and try to clarify through asking him another question: "That's where you're from, isn't it?? You mentioned you're from the New Orleans Historical Society so I just figured..."

⚜️ Elijah Mikaelson pauses for a second as if thinking carefully about his next words. "Not originally, no," he says soft spokenly, "But it's where I've felt most at home." I ask him what he likes about New Orleans & Elijah spreads his arms/hands out, gesturing widely in the classic Mikaelson family fashion; "Why, it's a thriving, veritable melting pot of culture with a deep, ancient history and musical tradition spanning back hundreds of years! What isn't there to like??" I tell him that I'll have to take him at his word for it, it's now on my bucket list of places to visit. Elijah prods this reply with a question: "Your father never took you there?". I'm assuming that Elijah is curious as to why William Webb would own property in New Orleans but never take his daughter to visit there.

⚜️ The plain answer is that my DR-self's dad sucks. However, the reply that ends up flying out of my mouth is a timid: "Oh, uh. No... He didn't." A long, awkward silence falls over us both. Elijah Mikaelson fixes me with another weird stare before he proclaims that we have arrived at our destination. My attention was so focused on keeping up (with my lies 😅) in the conversation that I totally lost track of where we were going in the first place. Not a good look for a slayer in the presence of the fearsome Original vampire, tbh. Good thing Elijah seems to be acting...fairly normal right now.

⚜️ The restaurant is called "La Avena" and it is fancy personified. Its business sign hangs elegantly from a wrought iron bracket and is painted in obsidian black and luminous gold. The words "La Avena" are written in thin and loopy cursive font. This restaurant has a tiny garden patio for outdoor dining with at least 8 tables out front. The tables and chairs are made of the same wrought iron as the sign's bracket. Painted jet black. Flowering jasmine grows in the planter boxes/wraps around the fencing that surrounds the patio & cuts it off from the street. I can smell the heady aroma of jasmine in the air, making me feel slightly dizzy with how powerful the smell was. I can see lit tea lights decorating both the outdoor tables and those inside the building through the front windows. Oddly, I don't see anyone eating in the restaurant. It seems empty. Yet it is open for business. Weird.

Side Note: Did you know that Avena is a real place in Italy??? I didn't until I researched the name after this shift. Apparently, its suffered a bit of a ghost-town-nification due to major earthquake damage in the past. But looking at the pictures of Avena online is interesting. It's a beautiful place.

⚜️ The inside of La Avena is clean, prim, and white. The linen tablecloths are starched and hang perfectly even upon their wide, circular dining tables. The chairs are white as well & the floor is a warm colored wood that offsets the purity of the restaurant's interior. The tea lights and lush greenery of the outside patio continues on inside La Avena. Potted palms and emerald green, twisting ivy plants hang from planters that are suspended from the rafters of the ceiling. Beautifying every table in La Avena are three white roses held in cut crystal vases along with a tealight. All except one table in the back that's decorated with a singular red rose.

⚜️ Like a gentleman, Elijah Mikaelson opens the door for me, let's me walk in first before him. A curly, frizzy-haired blonde with green eyes whose outfitted in a crisp black, white, and gold uniform is standing at the hostess' stand, they're distracted on their phone and don't notice us until Elijah clears his throat. This gets their attention & they fumble with their phone for a second before shoving it in their apron pockets. They stand up straight and put on a bright, customer-service smile. Elijah tells them: "Reservation for Mikaelson" and the smile on the waitress' nearly glows. What kind of hold does this man have on the opposite sex, my god. "Mr. Mikaelson! Right this way, please. We already have your table arranged for you. We hope you enjoy-"

⚜️ I tune the rest out because the check ✔️ engine light 💡 has come on (metaphorically speaking) and I can feel the uncomfortable sensation of my CR body yanking on me to come back or suffer. The last thing I see and hear before I'm back in my CR is the blonde waitress guiding Elijah & I to the table in the back with the red roses.

Side Note: When I got back to my CR, it was super nagging me that I had seen that waitress somewhere before. It took me a bit to realize that the waitress looks distinctly like Liv (from the Gemini Coven). I guess this is one of the canon deviations that my DR is taking since I don't think Liv was in Mystic Falls during Season 2.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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A/N: I wrote this loosely based on my own experience where my feelings for someone was used a prank for April Fools. Except it was the guy I liked who pranked me, and there was no happy ending. Also, my best friend at the time was part of it. Still hurts to think about.

Kevin hated Steve Harrington and hated him with a passion. He never did anything to him personally, but he didn't do anything to stop his friend Tommy from shoving him into lockers. He swore that if he had ever been given the opportunity that he would get revenge. Tommy had gone off to God knows where Steve would have to do, especially since he's been hogging all of Eddie's time since Spring Break.

Kevin had heard all sorts of stories about how Steve saved his life and how he had been taking care of him. He knows what kind of guy Steve is, knows that he's probably yanking Eddie's chain. Guys, like Steve, they never really change. He was going to hurt him before he could hurt Eddie. He knows that even douchebags can have feelings, and they were clear as day when he looked at Eddie. No, Kevin couldn't allow that. Saturday was April 1st. What a perfect opportunity. It was also perfect that he could copy Eddie's handwriting almost exactly. He wrote the note and slipped it on Steve’s car at Family Video. He ran back to his car, where it was parked down the road.

"I'm telling you, Robin," Steve said as he walked out of work with his best friend. "Even if he does like guys, it doesn't necessarily mean he likes me."

"I've seen the way he looks at you!" Robin practically growled at him.

"I don't want to get my hopes up here," he replied.

"It's worth the risk to have a little hope," she said softly. "Hey, what's that on your car?"

Steve shrugged and picked up the white piece of paper. It was a note from Eddie. He smiled, the smile growing as he read the note.

"Holy shit, you were right, Robin!" Steve exclaimed. "He likes me. He really likes me!"

Robin squealed and made a grab for the note. She jumped and hugged Steve. The next thing Robin knew, Steve was spinning her around and dancing with her in the empty parking lot.

"It's all coming together, Robin," Steve said softly.

When Saturday rolled around, Steve waited around impatiently for the evening to come. Robin had come over to help him get ready, and she began to get nervous with him. It wasn't even her date. When it came time to meet Eddie at the restaurant, Steve dropped Robin and her bike off at her house with promises to call if the date went well. He walked into Enzo's, flowers gripped tightly in his hand, and sat at the table reserved for him. It was quite a fancy restaurant for Eddie, but then he remembered how he had mentioned before about really working really hard to save up for something special. Had he been talking about Steve? He wondered what he would be wearing. He hoped it would be his regular clothes. That would be a sight.

As he thought about Eddie, an hour went by, and then another. It was pretty close to closing time, and Eddie was still a no-show. Steve frowned into his glass of water. He knew that if he hadn't shown up by now, then he was never going to show. It felt like someone had punched him the gut. The waiter came over to him with a note, and he perked up. Maybe it was from Eddie explaining himself. He opened it, and he sucked air through his teeth. It no longer felt like a punch. It felt like someone had rammed a sword through his stomach. On the note, in Eddie's handwriting, were the words: April Fools. Fuck.

Steve stormed into his home, slamming the door so hard it rattled. He was finding it hard to breathe. He could feel his face flush with shame and humiliation. Of course, it wasn't real. Of course, it had been a joke. Of course, no one could ever really love him. His parents certainly didn't. Nancy didn't, and now. . .now, it was Eddie who didn't love him, who thought he was a joke. That one hurt most of all. Fool. Bullshit. Fool. Not good enough. Not smart enough. Not worth it. Steve screamed and began breaking the things in the foyer. The end table came crashing to the floor, and he pulled the mirror that hung with it, the vase on top breaking on the floor as the rest followed suite. The notes were still crumpled in his hands, and he let them fall to the floor as he walked over the broken glass.

"Hello?" Robin called out as she entered Steve’s house the next morning.

She tried calling first, knowing he liked that, but he didn't answer, and so she got worried. He had promised to call if the date had gone well. Robin frowned as she moved all the way in and felt the crunch underneath her feat before she saw it. She glanced down and saw the wreckage on the floor along with the note. April Fools. She gasped, running over the glass and up the stairs to Steve’s room. She burst through the door, and her heart broke at the sight. Her best friend was lying in bed, still in the clothes from last night. His eyes were glassy and swollen. He looked so tired, so sad. . .

"Robin," Steve croaked.

Robin spent the next week when she wasn't working or going to school, taking care of Steve. She called off sick for him and worked hard to be there for him. She prevented the kids from stopping by, claiming that she didn't want them to get sick, but she knew that wouldn't hold for long. Friday had been enough for her after seeing him in school all happy and smiling while her best friend laid up in bed. He went to the bathroom and he still ate food but he stopped bathing. He stopped caring about his hair! Enough was enough!

"MUNSON!" Robin yelled, seething, as she stormed into the drama room.

He was holding Hellfire, had just begun when Robin ran in, and he nearly toppled out of his chair. He had never seen her so angry before, and honestly, it was terrifying.

"Robin, what -," Eddie started.

"He can't get out of bed because of you because of this!" Robin exclaimed, slamming pieces of paper to his chest. "After everything he did for you! What the fuck?!"

"A-are we talking about Steve?" Eddie asked. "I thought he was sick."

"No, he's fucking not. He's fucking devastated because of what you did," she said in disgust.

Eddie frowned, and his eyes widened when he read the notes. Oh God, he felt like he was going to be sick.

"How long did he wait?" Eddie asked.

"Hours," she replied.

Shit.

"Robin, I didn't write this," Eddie said.

"Oh, likely story," she scoffed.

"I swear, but I know who did," he said darkly and looked Kevin's way when he heard him laugh.

Eddie stood up, letting the notes fall, and walked towards a laughing Kevin. He grabbed Kevin by the collar, pulled him up out of his chair, and slammed him roughly against the wall. Kevin stopped laughing.

"Seriously?" Kevin asked.

"What you did was beyond fucked and you did it in my name," Eddie said furiously.

"King Steve deserved what he got. He is and always will be a bully," Kevin sneered.

"Jesus Christ, Kevin!" Grant spoke up.

"Steve Harrington is a better man than you will be. He grew up. How about you do the fucking same? In the meantime, you're out of the club," Eddie said.

He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and ripped it down the middle before slamming him back against the wall. Kevin glared at him, grabbed his things, and walked out. Eddie turned around, full of rage.

"Anyone else have a problem with Steve Harrington?! If you do, speak now!" He snapped, pausing. "Alright then, Hellfire is canceled for tonight. There's someone I need to tend to. I swear, Robin, I - "

"I believe you," she said quickly. "Let's go."

Eddie nearly broke down crying at sight of Steve laying in bed, looking so utterly defeated. Steve flinched away from when he tried to touch him. Eddie was going to curse Kevin's name until the day that he died.

"Steve, listen to me. I swear on Hellfire, Dustin's mother, and James Hetfield that I didn't write that note. That was all Kevin, and it was for something that Tommy did. I was going to ask you out to a Tears for Fears concert. I even bought the tickets, I've been waiting to ask you. I still want to ask you, but I understand if you don't believe me," Eddie said.

"I never stopped him," Steve said, looking at him.

"Stopped who?" Eddie asked.

"Tommy."

"Oh, baby, you weren't the only one who could have done something. Besides, it wasn't your job to stop him. The only one who well and truly could have stopped Tommy Hagen was Tommy Hagen. He made his choice, and he got to lay in whatever bed he made. You didn't deserve what happened to you, my love, nobody does," Eddie said.

"Am I?"

"What?"

"Your love?"

"Abso - fucking - lutely you are!"

Steve met him halfway to the sweetest kiss that either one of them had ever gotten. Eddie pulled back with a grin.

"There's no doubt about it," Eddie said. "I love you, baby, I do, but your breath stinks, and you need a shower."

Steve laughed, and it was the most beautiful song that Eddie had ever heard. His favorite song.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 2 months

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medialog february 2k24

is it almost april. yes. am i letting that stop me. no. the perfect is the enemy of the good!

watched

she must be seeing things - a 1987 indie about a woman who gets obsessively jealous about her girlfriend's past after discovering her collection of photographs of ex-boyfriends; this movie contained one of the most human-feeling love scenes taking place between two characters in an established relationship i have ever seen, and captured the feel of new york city apartments inhabited by the un-rich in a visceral way. it is also a funny movie about how annoying artists are. i am like sincerely curious as to whether jonathan larson, during the years before or while he was developing rent, caught a screening of this (it had its premiere at film forum, where i saw it), because a story of sexual jealousy between a very professional black lesbian lawyer and her irritating yet captivating white bisexual artist girlfriend... did feel a little familiar to me as a person who could still belt out every line of take me or leave me in my sleep, ngl!

poor things - we've discussed this but: Yes. Me. Absolutely. i wanted to live in the world of this movie forever, it could have been four hours long and i NEVER say that shit. one of those where sometimes i see critiques or queries i think are valid and i nod peacefully and think: ah, but it wasn't for that; it was for me, to have a treat. also one of those where people are saying some bonkers ass shit about it all over the place, as we have also discussed; i do genuinely believe that reading it as in any way interested in or convinced it is describing a story of female empowerment is deeply misguided, and that much of the pleasure of the movie comes from the fact that bella doesn't need to be empowered, because she has been lucky enough to be raised as an experiment rather than as a woman, which is a fun sexy provocation that is of course nonsensical if taken literally but incredibly fun for me (the person this movie was for) to sit with for two hours.

office space - i watched this in high school and HAAAATED it, was bored out of my mind, and then every time it came up in conversation, which it did a lot because this is how things were in high school in 2005, i would say i didn't get it and the person i was talking to would say, "you have to watch it twice." i don't think i've ever had an experience with a piece of media where the response to my response was so reliably uniform. anyway yeah this is funnier the second time. stephen root might be our greatest living actor idk

drive-away dolls - YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHHHHHHHH

the heartbreak kid - elaine may's mikey and nicky is one of the most emotionally brutal films i've ever watched, but i think i found this harder to sit through. it's brilliant - i talked about it with a friend who'd seen it sometime earlier who said it was the first movie she could remember seeing that confronted men's fantasies so directly, which is apt - but absolutely excruciating. i never really understood what the film people were talking about when they talked about the use of cuts to build/release tension until the scene at a restaurant where a guy keeps winding himself up to break up with his wife on their honeymoon, and not doing it, and the camera just makes you stay with him until you are begging for relief.

sex, lies & videotape - rewatch with director's commentary. steven soderbergh is definitely on the list of famous people i delusionally believe i could be friends with if the circumstances of life had caused our paths to overlap.

zone of interest - another one that has really Brought Out The Takes, about which i'll just say: no one in this movie is turning a blind eye to what they're doing with the possible exception of the mother, who's happy to join in with some chattily murderous antisemitism but finds the material reality of it too distasteful to stay (in at least one potential reading of a plot point left interestingly ambiguous). personally i thought the film was (1) almost completely disinterested in the question of the banality of evil (2) quite good.

mission: impossible - i talked my friend into going through the series with me and we started off with a double-header; the colors in this movie are sooooooo good. tom cruise at this point has obviously had work done by xenu's finest specialists but revisiting this did remind me that he actually also genuinely always has looked quite young for his age - he's 34 in this but he looks like a baby.

mission: impossible - 2 - i literally can't believe there are people who don't like this movie. grow up

read

monster midway: an uninhibited look at the glittering world of the carny, william lindsay gresham - i guess i don't know what i expected from a nonfiction book about the carnival by the author of nightmare alley, the great american novel, but it definitely wasn't 300 pages about how the carnival is the most special and wonderful place on earth and the people who've given their lives to it are the noblest, boldest, most magical folks you can find. i particularly enjoyed the section on palmistry as cold-reading, which included a long quote from fake psychic about how really most people just need to be told some basic emotional truths and to believe in themselves, so if she can give them that, that's a dollar well spent, which is tbh hard to argue with.

listened

rosie tucker - tiny songs vol. 1 - rosie tucker came onto my radar through one of dave's mixes, which i'm still listening to - her song "all my exes live in vortexes," which opens "i hope no one had to piss in a bottle at work to get me the thing i ordered on the internet," caught my ear - and while i haven't delved further into her discography, i did love this 12-track, 10 minute album (not a typo!), which gives you the sense of someone spitballing an idea for a song just long enough to start it, then losing interest and moving on to the next one, but in a good way? idk it's fun and weird and only 10 minutes!

#media 2k24 #isabel 2k24

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linasofia · 1 year

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The Game

Part 2

Fandom: Obsession (Coming to Netflix April 2023)

Relationship: William Farrow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+

A/N: You can read the previous part here. This is what happens when my muse listens to my friends. You know who you are… 😈😈

I reach the fifth floor, and the gentle voice in the elevator announces my arrival before the doors slide open. Soft, warm–beige carpet tiles lead the way into a long hallway where old-fashioned lanterns illuminate the walls. The dark paint on the walls makes the hall appear more narrow than it is. All doors obviously look the same, but I don’t have to walk far to find the right one. I hold up the key card, and the lock immediately clicks. Room 505 is of a generous size, with a large sitting area and an even larger space for the king-size bed. The room smells faintly of William’s cologne and shower gel, and the wet towel in the bathroom tells me he showered recently. Another of his jackets hangs on a hook by the door, and I can’t resist pressing my nose against the dark fabric. He always smells heavenly good, and having his scent around me like this awakes an even stronger longing for him. I wonder how long he will make me wait for him. The heavy curtains are open, and it allows me to see the setting sun’s breathtaking evening act. The sky is on fire in the west, and the last burning rays of light fall on the treetops like a golden crown. Very soon, it will be dark.

For a moment, I consider closing the curtains, but then I remember the remote location of the charming, old hotel. With the stunning view comes privacy, and to my satisfaction, I discover that it’s impossible to see into William’s room from the hotel. I could walk around without clothes, and only the sky would notice. In fact, that’s exactly what William ordered me to do; wait for him—naked. The memory of his hoarse whisper makes me shiver. I dim some of the lights, not too much, but enough to make the atmosphere in the room even more sensual and luxurious. Then I take off my shoes and place them next to William’s sneakers. My feet sink down into a thick carpet as I walk back to the window. The window stretches all over the wall, and I can see my reflection thanks to the partly dark sky.

I remember the night I first met William. It was between courses at a newly opened restaurant downtown. I saw him the moment he entered through the large glass door. He was with a smaller group of people, and still to this day, I have no idea who they were. I never asked, and he never brought it up. God knows I’m not a patient woman, but that night I waited a small eternity for the right moment to make him aware of my presence. And the perfect moment came—eventually—and the rest is history. I grin at the memory of our heated encounter that followed in a dark alley later that night. It was the result of hours of teasing looks, desire built without spoken words, and neither of us could wait any longer. It did not matter that we had only just met. He took me—harshly pressed against the wall—and I burned in his grip as I had never burned before. When we parted, I knew I had to see him again.

My daydream almost becomes too much, and I sigh in frustration as I reach for the zipper in my dress. I send a prayer that William will join me soon. I have already waited long enough, and my impatience is growing fast. I need him so badly it hurts, but I also know the rules; when he leads, I follow. And he doesn’t approve of me touching myself before our meetings—unless he can watch. The silky fabric slides off me, and the sparkling effect from the champagne in my blood causes me to giggle. As I step out of my underwear and let them join my dress on the floor, I look at the faint reflection of myself in the window. I’m confident with my body. I like what I see, and I know William does too, for his eyes speak a language of their own when he watches me. As I rest my gaze on the almost dark horizon again, I suddenly hear a click from the door. A wave of excitement washes over me, and I quickly turn. He is here.

William enters the room, and I can instantly tell by the look in his eyes what he expects from me; obedience. I smile at him, but his lips don't move to mirror mine. Instead, he takes off his jacket and hangs it next to the other one. All of a sudden, there is a tension in the room—like the air is charged with electricity—and he walks slowly towards me. His gaze is fixed on me, and the way he hungrily takes in my naked curves is enough to make my breathing heavier. I love when he looks at me like that. I am his.

No words are uttered, but I still know what he means when he lifts his hand to brush my cheek with his fingertips. His steel-blue eyes always reveal his state before his body does, and I don’t need words to tell him how I feel. Our love language is of a different kind, and as I submissively lower my gaze, I catch a glimpse of admiration in his eyes. He leans in, just as he did downstairs less than twenty minutes ago, and his masculine, alluring scent speaks directly to my core.

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight?” His voice is nothing more than a low murmur, but I know what he is doing: making sure we are both up for whatever his dark and heavenly-twisted mind is planning. And I love him even more for taking the time to properly care for me.

”Yes, Sir,” My answer falls naturally from my lips, soft as a whisper—but still strong enough to make my consent vibrate in the air. William smirks back at me—the type of smile he makes when he knows exactly where he has me.

”Show me your hands,” he commands. As I turn my palms up and hold my hands in front of me, William grabs my wrists and presses my palms together. ”Like this.” Then he puts one hand in the pocket of his trousers and pulls out a carefully rolled red ribbon. He rolls it out and runs it playfully between his fingers. The silky ribbon is long—long enough to secure more than just my wrists—and the thought sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. I watch him as he wraps the ribbon tightly around my wrists three times. I can’t stop myself from moaning as he pulls the end between my hands to tighten the ribbon. The silk cuts into my skin, not so bad it hurts, but hard enough to remind me that I can’t escape from him. William secures his creation with a knot and gives the backside of my hands a brief caress with his thumb. A playful smile hides in the corner of his mouth, and it makes me want to kiss him. I want to taste his lips and feel his tongue tickle mine. I need him to kiss me like there is no tomorrow until I can’t breathe and have to gasp for air. I know he can see it in my eyes, and he cups my face with both his hands and places teasing kisses on my lips. He breaks our kiss much too soon, but I know better than to protest. If I behave, he will give me everything I want. My darkest desires—which remained a well-preserved secret until I met him—will be answered once again.

William starts to roll up his sleeves. With the facial expression of a displeased workerpreparing himself for hard labor, he reveals his strong forearms to me. They are covered in soft hair, and he knows very well how attractive I find it. Then he opens a few more buttons in his shirt as if he is standing in the blazing sun and needs to cool down. I bite my lip to hinder myself from begging him to take it all off, and I can see in his eyes that it amuses him. ”I know you struggle to be patient,” he suddenly says. His voice is calm—he has regained control over himself, and I secretly admire his ability to take the role of the scolding Master. A smile dances over his lips as a reminder of the bond we share, but then his face becomes stern. ”Turn around.” I obey and meet our reflection in the window. William closes the distance between our bodies, and I lean back on him as he wraps one arm around my chest. I lift my bound hands to try to caress his arm, but he quickly catches me and pushes my hands down again. Then he grips my hair, forces my head backwards, and it makes me collide with his firm shoulder. ”Stand still, or I will make sure you can’t even move an inch.” The threat sounds more like a promise, and I grin to myself. I will do as I’m told—for now. William lets his warm, large hand glide over my upper body, and I let out a pleased sigh. His touch is gentle—like a tender lover—and the contrast to the harsh grip he has on my hair is intoxicating. The small words of affection while he continues his path over my body ignite my lust, and the more I want him to continue further down, the more he teases me. I whimper softly as he grabs me tighter. ”You are exquisite, sweetheart,” William mumbles. As he bends down and scrapes his teeth against my neck, I moan again. ”I love listening to you. Don’t hold back.”

My skin burns when I finally feel his fingers approaching my most sensitive parts, and I press myself against his hand to urge him to continue. But I should have known better. As soon as I grind against his fingers, he withdraws his hand. ”Already being disobedient? I told you to stand still.” I hear the grin in his voice, but then the skin on my thigh stings. I jump at his sudden move, but William is faster than me and tightens his grip around me again. ”I thought you learned your lesson last time but it seems I need to remind you again.” My skin stings again. And then again. My body responds to his rough treatment with an appreciative blush. Then he lets his hand rest on my shoulder, and I know what’s coming. A gentle squeeze follows, and then, a single word; ”Kneel.”

I smile at his command and drop to my knees with my back still against him. The thick carpet is very soft, and I thank the hotel for providing such nice comfort for their guests. In this position, William really towers over me, and he places his hand on my head, almost as if giving me a blessing. I meet his gaze in the reflection of the window, and his voice is hoarse as he speaks again. ”Look at yourself. This is what you want, is it not?” I nod at his question. He buries his hand in my hair and yanks my head backwards. It hurts as I stare into his steel-blue eyes, but I don’t protest. I want this just as much as he does.

”Yes, Sir,” I correct myself as my neck is being stretched. The seconds pass agonizingly slowly, but then suddenly, William lets go of the tight grip. He rubs his fingertips against my scalp in a soothing gesture before he releases my hair, and the subtle comfort he offers makes my heart swell. I sit back on my heels, with my knees spread wide—just as he demands—and waits for him to move. I know he likes to watch me, and tonight, more than ever, it appears. When he finally stands in front of me, he fills my whole vision. With a few of his long fingers, he catches my chin, and when he speaks, his voice has reached that dark, ominous register that reminds me of distant thunder.

”For every time you misbehave I will deny you relief. When you squirm in desperation—remember—you put yourself in the situation.”

William reaches for his belt and unbuckles it. Then he slowly pulls it from his trousers and folds it double. He has not yet used his belt on my naked skin, but the sight of the hard leather in his hand makes me gasp. William, however, seems to have other plans, for he tosses the belt on the floor and proceeds to open the button in his trousers. I enjoy watching him undress, almost as much as I love undressing him, and when he pulls down his zipper, I can’t resist lifting my bound hands toward him. The bulge in his trousers is proof enough of how much he enjoys this, but the look in his eyes when his member is freed from his boxers leaves no room for misunderstandings. He doesn’t have to tell me what to do; I have waited far too long to see him like this, and when he takes a small step forward, I welcome his leaking top with my tongue. His masculine smell and taste are incredibly arousing, and I greedily reach for him. The ribbon hinders me from using my hands the way I want, and I try to twist them to see if William was merciful enough to leave some room for adjusting my hands. He was not.

”No hands,” William groans as I close my lips around the top of his shaft. I don’t dare disobey him so soon again, so I let my hands fall down in my lap. Memories of his latest aftercare come back to me as he lets out a ragged breath. William was a bit more forceful the last time we met and took full advantage of my mouth. Afterwards, when he held me tenderly in his arms, I admitted that I loved every second of it. I also told him he could go harder on me—even force me—if he wanted to. Back then, he seemed to hesitate, but now, as he harshly grabs me, I can sense him coming to terms with my request. William turns so I can watch us both in the reflection. Slowly he pulls out of my mouth and tilts my head so I can see what he sees when he slides between my lips. The slightly blurry picture of us will forever be stored in my memory—whatever happens between us.

Guided by the sounds he makes, I caress him with my lips, lick his heavy shaft, and allow him a gradually deeper sensation. William twirls my hair between his fingers, and after a while, it becomes impossible to see anything in the window. Instead, I try to focus on the silky skin of William’s hardness—and my own breathing. He meets every movement of mine, and his thrusts soon become short and quick. I can hear in his uneven breathing that he will not last long if he continues.

A small stream of saliva escapes my lips as William suddenly steps away from me. I gasp for air as if I have just crossed the finish line in a cross-country race. Without a word, he grabs my arms and pulls me to my feet. ”You’ll be the death of me,” he mutters in an unrecognizable voice as he squeezes my arm. Something in his voice makes me actually believe him. He would do anything for me. William’s gaze still bores into mine as he starts to undress. As he removes his shirt and pulls down his trousers, impatience stir inside my body like a slumbering lioness waking up. The struggle to remain obedient grows, and I love the smirk William gives me. He knows what he’s doing to me, and I have a feeling he plans to enjoy it to the fullest. When he finally is naked, he grabs me by the elbow and leads me away from the window.

The large duvet is still untouched—William did not even throw his belongings on the neatly made bed. With a single push, I fall backwards on the bed, and he follows me and catches my wrists before I find a decent position for myself. As he uses his weight to hold me down, I can feel how incredibly warm he is. Effortlessly, he pulls my bound hands over my head, and the promising gleam in his eyes sets me on fire. ”Remember what I said,” he hisses before he gives my earlobe a playful bite. ”Your behavior will impact the outcome of this night. Be good—or be bad. It’s up to you.”

”I’ll be good for you, Sir,” I moan as he drags his nails along my arm, from the silky ribbon all the way down to my ribs. If I were less aroused, it would tickle, but now he leaves a burning trail on my skin. William lets out a short, raw chuckle. I know he doesn’t believe me—I don’t even believe it myself. His hardness presses against me, and I spread my thighs wide for him. A soft pleading slips from me. I didn't mean to beg, but my all-consuming desire has a will of its own. He only needs one hand to hold my arms in place over my head, and the other one explores every part of my heated body. The way he touches me—an overpowering combination of sensual and demanding—builds an aching feeling in my core, and soon he has me squirming under his hand.

”So eager,” William mumbles as he moves his hips in position. The bulging veins on his forehead strain against his skin and reveal his silent struggle to control himself. I know he wants to bury his full length in me, and I arch my body as an invitation. His long fingers gently wrap around my neck. With his thumb, he caresses my soft skin, and when he feels my frantic pulse, he adds a slight pressure. I gasp and try to move, yet he does not even blink as he sucks in air between his teeth as a warning. I trust him with every fiber in my body, but my heart leaps in my chest when he pierces me with his burning gaze. The way he suddenly claims my body makes me cry out. His swelling girth meets the slick resistance of my body in the most breathtaking way, and William’s groan echoes in my ears. I lose the air in my lungs as he presses me down, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. His fingers dig into my skin as his grip on my arm tightens, and every thrust echoes within my body. William’s breathing blends with mine, and our fire—the flaming desire we ignited months ago—will burn until there is nothing left of us. In the inferno he creates, I lose my grip on reality and float into the unknown as an ancient explorer on a damaged ship. Captured beneath him, all I can do is follow his moves, and he leads me on a path neither of us was prepared to follow. His face is filled with love, but he craves more—much more—and every time I think we will join in bliss, he denies me what I need. Heaven knows I try to be good, but there is something about the way he takes me, and it makes me completely forget all the rules. William seeks to punish me. I close my eyes in agony as I feel him repeating his torture, and I howl his name in desperation as he almost pulls out. At this moment, I don’t know if my love or hate is strongest, but the more I twist my hands, the deeper his ribbon cuts. My restraints hinder me from touching his body, but the groans he makes as he slams his hips against mine again sound painful. Finally, he suffers too.

It starts as an ache, then builds to a sweet pain, and my body silently screams for relief. I will never understand what William senses, but he knows so well where my limits are. I stand on the edge of my own release—ready to cry if he denies me again. But this time, he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he focuses all his efforts on the one angle that has me trembling. His words of praise and promises give my climax the final push over the edge, and we both fall—in a wordless cry—into the pool of ecstasy where our souls once again melt together.

Nothing but our joined breathing can be heard as he stills. My heart hammers wildly in my chest, but it’s his soft kisses on my cheek that I feel the most. With a gentle hand, he caresses my hair and mumbles words that my heart longs to hear. His voice is thick and filled with emotions as he looks into my eyes and swears his love to me once more. And I allow him. It’s easy to forget about reality when your body is filled to the brim with satisfaction. As he slowly sits up between my thighs, I study him. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen, and for now, I ignore the world outside his luxurious hotel room. William releases my wrists and carefully rubs my sore skin. My hands are a little numb from being bound so long, but his tender treatment soothes more than he might realize. Then he lifts them to his mouth and gently kisses the thin skin on the inside before blowing softly. ”You should not struggle so much, it burns your skin.” The concern in his voice fills me with a different kind of warmth.

”I don’t mind a few marks, you know that,” I reply with a teasing smile.

”I would lie if I said I don’t like seeing the marks on you, but I prefer if they don't become a problem for you—for us.” His confession doesn’t come as a surprise to me, and I watch him in silence as he rubs his thumbs over the angry red marks. Tomorrow they might be a reminder of our heated night. William is still out of breath, but to him, my comfort is more important.

”It will not become a problem,” I quietly assure him, even if I know that is a promise I will not be able to keep. The marks on my body are nothing compared to the obsession escalating between us. We are currently both ignoring it, but it would be insane to deny that we are in serious trouble. Our type of love always comes at the highest price. And sometimes, it hurts.

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yellowhollyhock · 2 months

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okay fine I'll tell you. I fall asleep at night thinking about future Donny and Angel, enjoying a quiet evening at home, chatting about the weather, planning for their niece Cassandra's eleventh birthday party, eating burnt dinner because they've both become better cooks but mostly they've become desensitized to each other's cooking. Looking for a show to watch together. and then

There's a knock at the door.

And there stands Cody Jones. He's gotten a little taller, starting to get some whiskers, but he's still a young teenager.

And he's still spending his life in the past.

His clothes are dirty. His hair's a mess. He's clearly exhausted and needs help. First priority is feed this insane teenager and get him a warm place to sleep.

Donny's second priority, though, is to get some answers. 'What are you doing here? Where is Serling? Do you have any idea how risky this is? Your grandmother is coming over tomorrow for help with her math homework.'

'Uncle Donny, O'Neil Tech is in trouble. I didn't know who else to come to.'

Listen. Of course O'Neil Tech is in trouble. Darius has had his hands in it selling weapons to criminals for years before Cody found out and the turtles intervened. And now? This unsocialized kid is trying to keep the company running by himself, his only financial advice from Serling, who's been programmed as a caretaker, not a business manager. Of course they're in trouble.

Now the big question is, how are they supposed to help? Do they risk going to the future with him so they can het their hands on the problem? Then do they leave him alone again once it's resolved? Are they sure they can get back? For now they're pouring over legal documents from 2107, trying to teach Cody how to read people and helping him with finances and keeping him a secret from April and Casey. Do they tell the other turtles? I'm not sure yet, they probably should, but is more people knowing he's there a bigger strain on the timestream?

Donny is stressed out of his mind. Angel and Cody are having the time of their lives. She shows him the sights, supposedly as part of his Very Important Social Training, just to help him get some real-world character-building experience. (They are going to trampoline parks, hole in the wall restaurants, all kinds of museums because Cody is a history nerd and she definitely notices how he treats every place they go like a museum). And the more she's getting to know Cody, and the more he's reminding her of Donny, the less she's on board with ever sending him back to the future, where he has no one.

Of course the others are going to find out eventually. The turtles and Splinter at least, haven't decided about April and Casey. I definitely think even if Cassandra meets Cody they're going to avoid revealing that he's her grandson. At any rate having to avoid Cassandra while Cody is living with them is definitely going to put some strain on everyone involved.

Leo and Mikey want to go to the future and find the Dark Turtles. Maybe they could have Cody's back. To which Raph and Don reply aren't they also teenagers? And severely traumatized? And have tried to kill us and Cody before? Leo tentatively suggests maybe Cody could appeal to Bishop for help. Now Raph is furious. 'Don't you guys care about the kid? Wasn't one egocentric deceitful backstabbing guardian enough? Even if it's in Bishop's best interests to take care of Cody, he'll never really care for him. Doesn't he deserve at least that much?"

Donny speaks up on Serling's behalf. 'He has a guardian. He just needs legal advice.'

Angel is not pleased with this read on the situation. 'You've been so obsessed with solving his problems for him you haven't even been spending time with him. You don't understand the situation at all. Who cares if he loses the company? He came here because he needed you. Don't you guys remember what it was like to be sixteen and alone?'

Raph and Angel are both all for him staying in the past with them. Leo and Donny are worried about what that means for the timestream--when Cody is born, will it be his inevitable fate to be adopted into his ancestors' family outside of his proper time? Or are they creating a new branch where the future they've been working to secure for Cody isn't certain, maybe Darius kills him, maybe there is no interplanetary peace. And what about Serling? Cody is his whole world, they can't just keep him here.

I don't know where Mikey and Splinter fall in this debate. Probably both sort of accidentally egging on both sides. Mikey is a father of three (I've thought a lot about this but haven't decided on his soulmate or whom he has adopted but he gots three kiddos okay) and this does make it hard for him to think clearly about the issue at all. Splinter wants to solve the whole thing with meditation, and he's got a point. The rat knows how to reach across time and space when needed, and if Cody can learn, they can be there for him. But that's still going to be difficult to keep secret from April, Donny points out, and at that point why wouldn't they just keep him here in the flesh where they can give him a proper hug when he needs it, Raph grumps.

I lied I don't fall asleep thinking about it. There is no sleep. I stare towards the ceiling in the dark trying to decide how the dark turtles are going to fit in the story because I want them, what Bishop's going to do to solidify not trusting him in spite of everything, whether Karai and Chapman's descendants get mixed up in O'Neil Tech's legal troubles. And I need to watch Fast Forward again because I barely remember any plots. I just want Angel and Cody to meet and for the turtles to struggle with the concept of time travel and how much it complicates possible consequences to their actions. Especially Leo, because of the position he took in the City at War arc, and Donny, who usually seems to enjoy time travel and expressed in the journal episode how he 'already knows he did one good thing.' What if that one good thing were compromised? What if they (feel like they) have to choose between the wellbeing of those dearest to them and the possibility of interplanetary peace?

Also I want middle-aged Dongel

And also what if Professor Honeycutt goes to the future with Cody and adopts him. What if Serling hates him at first and then falls in love with him. Okay that was a two am thought but listen. It could be very funny and possibly even cute.

#so now you know #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 donnie #tmnt cody #tmnt angel #tmnt fast forward #fic ideas #tmnt fugitoid #tmnt serling

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forever-fan · 8 months

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My FNAF Hyperfixation has inspired me!

So I've been reading a bunch of FNAF time travel fix-it fics. If you don't know what I am referring to, they are basically fics where Michael/William/Henry/basically anyone else finds themselves in the past by some circumstance. They then try to fix the future.

Now that you know what I'm talking about I can actually get to the point. I have decided to write a FNAF time travel fix-it fic. It is tied to an AU, so don't come at me about "canon". Here is a sneak peek at it.

Michael wished he died in the fire. Well, technically he was already dead. He had no pulse and he couldn't breathe. His brain had long since stopped working and he got his energy from Remnant rather than digesting food. In all reality, he was a stubborn spirit trapped within his own corpse.

Michael hadn't died in the fire that Henry had set. Hell, his body was barely harmed. All he remembered was passing out before waking up in a random alley. Michael realized someone saved him, but now he was even more alone than ever before.

When the Mega Pizzaplex opened on top of Michael's old restaurant, he knew there would be trouble. Sure enough, there was. Michael took a job as a security guard and found that, while they weren't murderous, the animatronics weren't quite right.

Michael also found his fellow guard, Vanessa, to be a little shifty. She turned out to be way more than shifty when she pushed him into the daycare ball pit from a height that would have maimed or killed anyone else.

Michael's afterlife only got worse when he emerged from the ball pit and found that he was back in Fredbear's Family Diner in 1980.

This short introduction obviously doesn't tell you all the fun little headcanons that I have for this fic. I guess you'll just have to read it to find out. Of course, I haven't written in yet. But! I am so hyped about the movie that I think I'll probably finish the first chapter before twenty-four hours have passed.

[Edit: My entire document on Microsoft Word deleted itself from reality... RIP. So... I'm rewriting the first chapter all over again. :> And trust me, I looked through all of my files and drives. Let it be known, I have turned on auto-save cause it sucks to rewrite dialogue, and know for a fact that it's not the same as it was. Also, I lost a doc with half of my headcanons for a different fnaf au. Sadness.]

Real quick, I do have only a little bit of important information for anyone who wants to understand the timeline. (Also so I can remember the basic timeline I made for myself.)

Original Timeline

1968 - Michael is born.

1973 - Elizabeth is born.

1974 - Charlie Emily is born.

1975 - Evan is born.

1980 - William discovers something called Remnant.

1981 - The Missing Children Incident happens and Fredbear's barely stays open.

1982 - William begins to create the Funtimes to harvest Remnant.

1983, March - Elizabeth dies at her friend's birthday party, three days after Circus Baby's Pizza World opened.

1983, August - Evan dies a week after the bite of '83. (FNAF 4)

1983, August - Mrs. Afton [Yet to be named] dies after driving her car off a cliff.

1983, October - Charlie is murdered by William at her own birthday party.

1986 - Michael goes to college to get away from the tragedy and gets a little therapy.

1990, April - Michael receives a letter from his father asking him to find Elizabeth.

1990, June - Michael dies in the Sister Location. (FNAF 5)

1991, January - Michael assumes the name 'Fritz Smith' and works at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria before being fired on his first day. (FNAF 2)

1993 - Michael uses the name 'Mike Schmidt' and works at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. (FNAF 1)

1993 - William dies in the Spring Bonnie suit

2000 - Michael works at Fazbear's Fright. (FNAF 3)

2010, Late December - Michael opens Freddy Fazbear Pizza Place. (FNAF 6, Pizzeria Simulator)

2010, Early January - Henry sets the fire, and Michael survives. (Still FNAF 6, Pizzeria Simulator)

2020, July - Michael works at the Mega Pizzaplex and is pushed into the ball pit only six days before the events of Security Breach.

Time Travel Timeline

[To be edited as chapters are added. Peek under the cut only if you have read the most recent chapter, or if you don't give a shit about spoilers.]

1980 - Michael arrives in the past. He is not happy.

#ao3 fanfic #it has yet to be posted #time travel #fix it fic #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf au #michael afton #william afton #elizabeth afton #evan afton #henry emily #charlie emily

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britt-kageryuu · 1 month

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It's another day in the lair, it's a rare day off for all the brothers, but none of them wanted to do a stream, and Donnie is doing maintenance on Shelldon, so River is going solo.

But this is not a stream, this is the guys lazing about relaxing.

Raph is soaking/submerged in the onsen, with the heater turned low, so like 70F/21C.

Mikey is basking while doing some rough drafts of a new piece he was commissioned to do. He's in a call with the person going over what they want. It's a day off from the restaurant, not the artistic rush.

Leo is going through a box that came with the fan mail. That apparently was all the questions someone didn't want to have drowned in chat, or pay to have it read.

"Why did they fill a box with fortune cookie sized pieces of paper with these questions? Why not just send a notebook?" He complains while pulling out a random slip, "I mean 'Do you guys breath through your butt like real turtles?' I mean that's one wild question to ask when they're supposed to not know we're actually mutant turtles. 'Do any of you lay eggs?' Well technically yes, but again why?"

Donnie looks up and lifts his goggles with a raised eyebrow. He only had a couple of things to put back on Shelldon left.

"I have questioned the sanity of our various fans from the beginning. Like the 300 at least people that were just watching me test the first model I had rigged." Donnie stated while carefully putting the last piece into place, "Maybe we should bring in your boyfriend, see if the views go up? Hmm?"

Leo starts to blush, and almost threw the box at him, but noticed a question that made him smirk.

"I remember Dee mentioned a girl called K, are they dating? If not is he available?"

Donnie sets Shelldon down as he turns back on, deceptively calm, then he uses his Ninpo to create a Nerf Gun (real guns are for villains only), and starts to rapid fire at Leo who runs to avoid getting hit, because those darts do hurt, alot.

This goes on for a few minutes before Leo tripped over the box that he dropped. Donnie then shot him in the back of the head one last time.

"We are even for now. Shelldon are your systems running properly?" He askes his robot son.

Shelldon lets out a digital turtle chirp, "Everything is running Awsome Dude!"

"So, we need to check over your grammar protocol, I see." Donnie is a bit unamused. His wrist computer dings with a message, "Oh River sent a message, I wonder what she needs?"

"DAD! I WANT TO TAKE A BREAK! AND I CAN'T LOWER MY VOICE PLEASE HELP!!!!!!" The message came through at full volume, that was near deafening.

"Shelldon, go take over for Sister, I need to do some debugging on her voice." Donnie instructs as he tries to make sure his hearing isn't damaged. Then went to grab his laptop.

Mikey was glad his call had ended during the chase, because he now didn't need to explain, well that loud noise, and that no it wasn't his kid, but his brothers.

Leo just stayed on the ground, and checked the live stream to see what might have caused Rivers volume to get messed up. He then sent the clip to April about their fans asking if she's hot, and single. And also a message to Raph just so he doesn't worry about the shouting.

Donnie brings a laptop and Rivers robot body, that's whimpering very loudly, because not even switching to the robot fixed her broken volume.

"Sigh, Alright River let's find out what went wrong." Donnie says as he connects to River to run a diagnostic check.

Leo gets up and gives River some pets and Mikey joins him, which leads to very loud digital purring.

"Heh, she has like the opposite problem of when we yell really loud, instead of loosing her voice, it just got stuck at max level." Leo jokes while still comforting his robot niece.

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Masterpost

I didn't know where to go from there, I just figured I'd write a little behind the scenes post.

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josefavomjaaga · 8 months

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Hi!!!!! flower here!!!!! As of late I've been getting increasingly invested in the human golden retriever that was Édouard Mortier and especially in his relationship with Soult. I know the way I portray relationships between marshals through my drawings and designs isn't always the most historically accurate (just look at my BessiMu obsession :sob:), but I am genuinely curious to know what their relationship was like? Do you happen to know anything about it? They seemed to be quite a mismatched pair, Mortier seems to me like quite a happy person who had an easy time befriending others and therefore had a lot of friends who loved and cared for him, while Soult is... Soult, he did have friends who loved and cared for him but he is as friendly as a cold slab of ice :sob: it makes me wonder how they became friends and how their friendship held itself together for seemingly so long. Thank you for any info you can provide on this, love your marshal posts!!! c:

Hi there, petal! Great to hear from you! 💖

And thank you for the question! Though I fear lately I'm getting mostly Asks beyond my competence 😥. I know very little about Mortier, frankly, and have yet to read a biography of his.

But, judging from the little I do know, your golden retriever comparison seems pretty accurate 😁. So far, I have yet to find somebody who did not like Mortier. And yes, even Soult - clearly not somebody to befriend easily - seems to have genuinely cared for him.

From Soult's "Mémoires - Espagne et Portugal", about Mortier leaving Spain in April 1813 (in order to join Napoleon on the Russian campaign - talk about "out of the frying pan and into the fire"):

I was very sorry to see Marshal Mortier go. I made every effort to hold him back. I was with him on the terms of a friendship that dated back a long way. I counted entirely on him. The slight clouds that had accidentally risen between us had long since cleared.

As to the long-standing friendship, it must date back at least as far as Soult's campaign in Switzerland, as I've come across a letter from that time. And as to the "slight clouds" 😁: Mortier was apparently just as eager as any other marshal to obey to Soult's more-or-less superior command. The editors quote excerpts from a long letter Soult wrote to Mortier in 1810, replying to complaints the latter had made, and explaining and justifying pretty much every decision and every order he had dared to give to Mortier. I'm not much acquainted with military matters but I dare assume that this is not the usual way a chain of command works in thy army 😁. It may be evidence that Mortier's opinion did indeed matter a lot to Soult.

Of course, between the rather tense letter of 1810 (at a time when the "roi Nicolas" affair was in everybody's mind) and Soult's sorrowful farewell to Mortier in 1813, a lot had happened. Among other things, the siege of Badajoz, where the two of them had worked very well together and where, according to the memoirs of Auguste Petiet, ...

[...] a cannonball fell between the two marshals, who had jointly decided on the final arrangements. This projectile covered them with earth in full view of our troops, who redoubled their ardour […]

[...] most likely after having had a good laugh at their superior commanders being turned into pillars of mud. In any case, I assume things like almost being hit by the same cannonball would strengthen their connection.

As to the end of the empire, Mortier was a bit wiser than Soult during the Hundred Days; he rallied to Napoleon but took a convenient sick leave for the actual fighting and thus was largely unmolested during the Second Restauration. During the July Monarchy he briefly took over the ministry of War and the presidency of the Council from Soult, but that was clearly not his strong point, and he was probably very relieved to return it.

I also remember that Mortier was mentioned in Davout's correspondence at the beginning of the Empire, when everybody suddenly found himself a marshal and had court duties: Davout asked Soult about the colours the livrées of the servants were supposed to have, and Soult, who apparently did not know either, then asked Bessières and Mortier.

This is probably not really what you wanted to hear but it's the best I can do as of now. I'm still learning, and I wish I would do so faster. As to Soult being

as friendly as a cold slab of ice

I'm not sure if I would fully agree. He was taciturn, rather direct and was in general seen as rude - but he also lived in a society with very refined manners and an elaborate system of courtesies that he may never really have felt comfortable with. While he clearly was not good at showing emotions, I'm not sure he really was "cold". At least when British historian Napier first met him, his first impression was rather that of somebody who hid behind his grim face "an excellent heart".

On a sidenote: As usual, while looking for quotes and more information in order to answer you a little better, I found lots of other stuff. (Did you guys know that Oudinot's oldest son, who accompanied Masséna during the third campaign into Portugal, has left memoirs? Or that Wellingtom claimed to have met Masséna through Soult?) Thank you for that, too! 💖

#napoleon's marshals #edouard mortier #jean de dieu soult #peninsular war

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itzynabi · 1 year

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late night adventure

summary: in which eve forgets the code for her dorm and gets taken out

set: late april 2022

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mention of food and i think that's it

an: another mediocre scenario from me. i've been working on this one for some time so i'm glad for it to finally be out. i dont know anything about seoul's geography so bare with me. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💘

eve’s masterlist

“Unnie, do you remember the code to my door?”

“What?” Sooyoung asked.

Eve shifted from her position on the floor against her apartment door. She finished a practice for glassy and just got home, but forgot the code to the door. After trying to guess it, she succumbed to her fate and just called Sooyoung.

“My door. The code. I’m locked out,” she explained.

“Why didn’t you ask your members?”

“When I left the company building, they arrived for their dance practice and they’re not going to be checking their phones.”

Sooyoung hummed. “Okay. I’ll come fetch you.”

Eve blinked. “I didn’t ask you to fe–” cutting herself off, she shook her head. “I just need the code. I know you know it because I know I told you.”

There was shuffling on Sooyoung’s end of the call. “Don’t worry, I’ll come fetch you.” She pulled the phone away from her ear and started speaking to someone near her, her voice muffled. “It should take about twenty minutes to get there.”

“Ahjumma, is your hearing okay? I just need the code, you don’t need to fetch me.”

“Do you have a change of clothes in your bag?”

“Wha– yes, I do, but that’s not what I need. I nee–”

“I'll call you again when I’m five minutes away,” Sooyoung said.

Eve blinked her eyes really fast. “Okay. Bye, I love you.”

“I love you too, bye.”

They hung up, Eve standing in the hallway, wondering how life turned into this.

“Were you guys having a date?” Eve asked from the backseat of Sooyoung’s car.

In the front was Sooyoung, who was driving, and Jung Kyungho, Sooyoung’s boyfriend. She was quite surprised to also see him in the car when Sooyoung picked her up.

“It wasn’t a date,” Kyungho answered. “We were just spending time together.”

“Was it a romantic time?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Then it was a date,” Eve said.

Sooyoung shook her head. “No, it wasn’t a date.”

“Date or no date, I’m sorry for interrupting your night. I don’t really know why I’m even in the car right now, all I wanted was the code to my dorm.”

Kyungho waved her off. “No, no, no. It’s okay. Sooyoung can be stubborn.” He checked something on his phone. “Have you had dinner yet?”

Eve squinted her eyes as she thought, trying to remember. “Would a chocolate bar count as dinner? Because if so, then yes,” she said with a smile.

He shook his head. “That won’t do.” He placed his hand over Sooyoung’s on the gear shift. “Jagi, let’s go get dinner. She only ate a chocolate bar, which is not a meal,” he directed that part to Eve, who raised her hands in surrender. He looked back at Sooyoung, continuing, “And she ate lunch at… what time?”

“Two thirty,” Eve answered, causing Kyungho to groan.

“At two thirty! We need to get her food!” He insisted.

“Okay, okay,” Sooyoung conceded. “I was going to agree earlier, but you just kept talking. What makes you think I’d let her starve? Her brother would kill me.” She turned to face Eve as they approached a red light. “What do you want to eat?”

“Um…” Eve thought. “Oh! There’s a restaurant I’ve been wanting to try, let me just find it.” She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her open tabs on Google. “Rolling Rice Kitchen Hongdae.”

“What do they sell?”

“Rice, I think.”

Kyungho started laughing. “How can you want to go to a restaurant when you don’t know what they sell?”

“I saw a photo of the food and it looked nice!” She defended herself. “I’m sorry I didn’t cross analyse the menu. Next time, I’ll know what to do. Is there anything else I should make sure to check?”

“Do they have meat?” Kyungho responded, playing along with Eve, who rolled her eyes and groaned.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “We can find out if the driver takes us there.”

They both looked to Sooyoung, who had been ignoring them ever since Eve said the restaurant name.

“Driver-nim,” Kyungho started, “please take us to the restaurant. My curiosity has been piqued.”

“Please, driver-nim,” Eve added. “It would mean so much to us if you took us there.”

“Alright, alright!” Sooyoung said. “I thought there was only one child in this car, but there appears to be two.”

“So are we going?” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “What’s the address?”

Eve rattled off the address as Kyungho put it in the GPS. When they arrived at the restaurant, they were seated at a table and a menu was given to them shortly. They all ordered similar dishes and a plate of bulgogi kimbap to share.

“Didn’t you already eat dinner?” Eve asked, taking a bite of her food.

Sooyoung nodded. “It’s rude to make someone eat by themself.”

Kyungho made an agreeing noise as he reached for another kimbap. “That’s true. We’re eating for your benefit.”

Eve squinted her eyes at them. “I’m not going to say anything because I’m enjoying my food too much.”

They continued to eat in silence, only talking to decide who would eat the last kimbap (Eve ended up getting it because she was the reason they even went there.) When they were done, Kyungho paid after having to fight Eve’s hand away from offering her card to the waiter. They gathered their things and soon left after that.

“Are you colourblind?” Sooyoung asked. She was in the backseat with Kyunho as Eve offered to drive home after eating. The traffic light had turned green and she found fault with the fact that Eve took more than half a second to start driving again.

“The light just turned green,” Eve argued. “Just for that, I’m not moving. Hopefully, you’ll have learnt your lesson by the next green light.” She pulled the key out the ignition, crossing her arms over her chest.

There weren’t that many cars on the street, otherwise she’d have no choice but to drive. Sooyoung started kicking Eve’s chair in protest, Kyungho trying his best to get her to stop. The light soon turned yellow, then red, meaning Eve couldn’t drive.

“Well, I can’t go anywhere now,” she commented, scratching her head.

Sooyoung groaned. “You’re a headache.”

“I love you too.”

When the light turned green, Eve waited five seconds before driving off. Kyungho gave her directions to Sooyoung’s apartment. Upon arrival, they all excited the car and rode the elevator up to her level, soon entering her apartment unit.

“Go to my room and sleep there,” Sooyoung told Eve when they arrived, speaking quietly to not wake her dogs. Kyungho slipped past the two to find blankets.

“Why?” Eve asked.

“You’re a guest,” Sooyoung explained.

Eve looked from Sooyoung to the hallway leading to her room. “I don’t want to.”

Sooyoung groaned as Kyungho brought out blankets for the couch. “It’s too late for me to debate with you, just go.”

“Where are you two going to sleep?”

“On the couch.”

Eve gasped, nearly falling over. “How could you do that? You can’t do that! Maybe you might survive, but Kyungho oppa is too old to be sleeping on your couch.”

Kyungho looked up from laying the blankets on the couch. “I almost swore at you,” he said.

“Oppa, how old are you?”

“Thirty-eight.”

“Wow, he’s basically a senior citizen. Your boyfriend is a senior citizen and you want to force him to sleep on the couch? That’s so cold.”

“Nabi, just go sleep in my room.”

“You’re not even couch heighted,” Eve argued, sitting on the couch. “Your legs will dangle off the edge. I mean, the entire reason you brought me here is because you wanted me to sleep nicely, right?” She waited for Sooyoung to nod before continuing, “And it would make me sleep nicely knowing you’re sleeping nicely. In your bed.”

“You really want to sleep on the couch?”

Eve nodded.

“You’re not going to complain about any back pain in the morning?”

“I most definitely am and we both know that.”

“You’re going to be comfortable here?”

“Totally.”

Sooyoung sighed. “Fine. I’m letting you sleep on the couch.”

“We both know I was gonna sleep here anyway.”

Kyungho watched in confusion as Sooyoung helped Eve put the blankets nicely on the couch and set up the pillows. When Eve went to the bathroom to change into comfier clothes, he tapped Sooyoung’s arm.

“Why did you let it go so easily?” He asked. “She should sleep in the bed.”

“Nabi is more stubborn than me,” she explained. “When she says she doesn’t want to do something, that means she’s thought about it probably a thousand times before coming to her decision. And convincing her to change her mind is a hassle. It takes three hours to get her to keep quiet and stop arguing, then another hour to say your piece. And what you say in that hour is very important because she will stop listening the second she hears something she doesn’t like.” Sooyoung sighed. “If it weren’t so annoying, I’d be in awe of her.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. And it’s already going to twelve, I don’t have it in me to debate with her.” She pointed at the watch on her wrist as she spoke.

Eve soon reappeared in sweatpants and a baggy shirt. She put her bag against the couch and got in the covers.

“Are you going to watch me until I fall asleep?” She asked the couple watching over her from in front of the TV stand.

Kyungho cleared his throat, slowly beginning to walk away. “No, I’ll get ready for bed now. Goodnight, Nabi.”

“Goodnight, oppa. I love you.”

He stopped in his tracks, shocked. A heartwarming smile crept onto his face as he replied, “I love you too.” He walked down the hallway, disappearing behind the door to Sooyoung’s room.

“And you ahjumma?”

“I’m just making sure you don’t end up rolling off the couch,” Sooyoung answered.

Eve chuckled. “I’ll be fine. I promise. You must go to sleep. I’ve already bothered you enough.”

“I wouldn’t say you bothered me,” Sooyoung joked. “What time do you need to leave tomorrow?”

“Seven in the morning. I told my manager to pick me up at a convenience store nearby, don’t worry. You can sleep and be with your boyfriend.”

Sooyoung groaned. “Oh, you’re so annoying.”

“Only for you.” Eve blew her a kiss.

Sooyoung chuckled, shaking her head. “Goodnight, Nabi.”

“Goodnight, unnie,” Eve replied. “Oh! But before you go to sleep, I have to ask you something. You brought me over because you forgot the pin to my dorm, right.”

Sooyoung rolled her eyes as she walked away. “I love you.”

Eve laughed as she responded, “I love you too, ahjumma!”

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr

©️ kim nabi

#itzy 6th member #itzy added member #itzy additional member #itzy member au #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop oc #kim nabi #eve kim #itzy eve

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melancholygypsophila · 1 year

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A Spoonful of Almond Tofu - Xiao x Reader

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46575583

Summary: Today is a special day, Xiao's Birthday. To keep him company, you decided to deliver him his favorite food, Almond Tofu.

An abundance of golden leaves clouded your vision as you took a step out onto the balcony of your house. Spring had arrived in Liyue and you could smell the sweet and sour dishes that were being freshly made near your house. And when your stomach grumbled, you knew what you had to do next.

As you rushed out your room, quickly splashing your face with cool water, dressing into breezy yet breathable outfit, your wind chime sang as you exited your house. It was early morning, but the morning sun hugging you didn’t stop you from leaving the house.

“Morning,” a miner yelled, his face covered in dust. You nodded at the miner as you passed by him and to a restaurant called “Wanmin Restaurant.”

“Oh! Y/N, it’s good to see you!” Xiangling exclaimed, peeking her head out from the side of the open door.

“It’s good to see you too, Xiangling.” You replied, as you settled your bag on the table and took a seat.

“The usual?” Xiangling asked with her back turned around, looking through her ingredients.

You nodded despite knowing she couldn’t see you. “Yes, although I would like to ask you to make an additional dish.”

Xiangling’s head turned around in curiosity. “Oh?” Her lips formed into a smile. “What may that be?”

“Almond Tofu.”

You walked down the path leading to Wangshu Inn with another wrapped lunchbox in your bag. Today was a special day. Not for you, but a special person.

April 17th, Xiao’s Birthday.

You smiled as you remembered your conversation with Xiangling.

“Almond Tofu?” Xiangling queried, spinning her wooden spoon around her pointer finger.

“Yes, it’s for a friend’s birthday.” You responded, looking at Xiangling. Before she responded, she closed her eyes and thought for a moment with a nodding head.

“Alright! It may take some time though. Is that alright?”

“That’s alright.”

Which brings you back as you step into the pulley of Wangshu Inn, an elevator as Verr Goldet called it. The pulley pulled you up several feet off the ground in a matter of seconds while you admired the view through the carved design of the elevator walls.

The pulley came to a rough stop and you stepped off before seeing it go down. You then take your route up the stairs where you eventually reach the top floor and balcony of Wangshu Inn.

But when you reached the top, you weren’t expecting Xiao to already be standing near the railing. He seemed to have noticed your presence when you took a step onto the balcony. When his eyes met yours, the familiar fair colored eyes as the spring leaves left you speechless for a moment you felt your heart skip a beat.

“You’re here.” Xiao says, his arms rested beside him, one slightly clenched.

You smiled and nodded. “Yes, I am.”

A few moments passed by before you held up the arm holding the bag of lunch boxes.

Xiao’s eyebrow raised. “What is that?”

“It’s food, I got Almond Tofu for you.” You responded, now finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him. He steps closer and carefully grabs the bag from you before looking into the bag and pulling out one, two lunchboxes from inside. Your hands reached out for his lunchbox to busy yourself with something. “This is yours,”

Xiao held the lunchbox in his hand and stared at it. He dwelled on it for a moment before he looked back up at you. “Did you want to eat it up there?” He asked, pointing his eyes to a large branch.

Your eyes followed the direction of his eyes before you nodded. “Sure!” As you climbed up the roof of Wangshu Inn, Xiao lended a hand as the tiles were slippery from the night before. When you reached the branch, the two of you perched on it like two birds and put aside the lunchboxes to digest the view below you. “Thank you for helping me up.” You added.

“You’re welcome,” replied Xiao, taking a glance at you as he lifted his left leg up and grabbed the lunchbox that contained Almond Tofu in his hand.

For the rest of the morning, the two of you sat in silence, admiring the view from Wangshu Inn and eating food made from Xiangling.

As you ate, Xiao turned to look at you, worried that you had randomly left him but was still there when he looked. A wave of calmness flowed through him. Although it wasn’t quite a serious moment, a small laugh left your lips as your eyes squinted into crescent moons. At that moment, a burned image of his face would remain in your memory for days, months, or years to come.

And before the morning sun had retired, a smile was pressed upon your face as you said, “Happy Birthday, Xiao.”

#genshin impact xiao #xiao's birthday #xiao likes almond tofu #platonic or romantic #birthday fluff #reader can be read as traveler #pov second person #xiao x reader

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