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trashyswitch · 2 years

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Arms up, Freddy!

Freddy has been challenged to keep his arms up while Gregory tickles him. And if he fails to keep them up, Michael will tickle his feet. Will Freddy make it the full 5 minutes? Or will he get toe tickles every time?

Part 7 of "Michael Meets the Daycare Attendant"

Part 6

This fanfic was suggested by @UndertaleSansLuv3. I hope you enjoy!

Michael lifted Freddy’s arms up into the air. “Keep those arms there, Freddy.” Michael ordered calmly.

“Okay, Michael.” Freddy replied.

“And keep them up, even as we tickle your feet, Freddy!” Gregory declared.

“Gregory! What happened to surprises?!” Michael asked, half amused, yet partly annoyed.

Gregory laughed. “Surprises are for babies.” Gregory replied.

“Babies, huh?” Michael responded as he sat on Freddy’s legs. “And what sort of baby am I?” Michael asked.

Gregory giggled. “Big baby. Tall baby. The babiest of the babies.” Gregory replied.

“We’ll see about that…” Michael hinted. “We’ve got a challenge for you, Freddy.” Michael told Freddy.

“Oh? A challenge?” Freddy reacted. “What sort of challenge?”

Michael smirked. “A tickle challenge.” Michael replied.

“A tickly tickle challenge!” Gregory declared.

Freddy widened his eyes and looked away to the right, looking embarrassed. If he had light-up blush on his cheeks, they probably would’ve gone off at that point. “I…” Freddy looked at Michael and Gregory. “I do not know if I am ticklish, Michael.” Freddy told him.

Gregory guffawed. “Really?! Then why did you look away like a scaredy bear?” Gregory asked.

Michael looked at the bottoms of Freddy’s feet…and noticed they had dots on them that were slightly darker than Freddy’s feet color. And the darker dots were on the heels, all the way up to the toes. “If you’re not ticklish…” Michael started, before touching Freddy’s heel. “Then what are these?”

Freddy widened his eyes and jumped as his toes curled in on themselves. “D-Don’t touch those.” Freddy ordered.

“Why?” Michael asked, turning his head to look at the animatronic.

“They…” Freddy closed his mouth and looked to the left as he tried to think. “They make me behave in a strange way.”

Michael chuckled. “That’s called tickling, Freddy.” Michael replied. “And it’s supposed to make you laugh.”

Freddy hummed. “I see…” Freddy replied.

Gregory groaned. “Can we get started already?!” Gregory asked. “I can’t wait anymore!” Gregory added.

Michael chuckled. “Patience, my padawan.” Michael teased.

Gregory looked at Michael with an ‘are you serious?’ face. “...Did you seriously just reference a movie that’s over 70 years old?” Gregory asked, annoyed.

Michael chuckled. “You really have no idea who you’re talking to.” Michael mentioned. “Anyway: Let’s get started.”

Gregory ran to Freddy’s armpits and readied his hands. “Ready!”

Michael held his hands up at Freddy’s feet and smiled. “Now the rule is: If you lower your arms down, then you get tickles on the feet. If you keep your arms up for 5 minutes straight, then you get a 5 minute break before starting the next round.” Michael explained.

Freddy nodded. “Ready.” Freddy said.

Michael smiled and nodded to Gregory.

Gregory immediately started tickling Freddy’s armpits, going up and down and skittering somewhat wildly. Freddy squeaked and giggled almost right away. “Ohoho dehehear! Thihihis ihihis hahaharder thahan I thohohohought!” Freddy reacted, putting his hands into fists.

Gregory giggled evilly as he continued to tickle him. Michael had his hands ready for when Freddy would lower his arms down. His plan was to tickle his feet if Freddy lowered his arms down halfway.

1 minute so far.

Freddy was slowly losing his composure, and lowering his arms down bit by bit. “Ahahahahahaha! Ihihit’s- Ihit’s hahahard! HAHAHahahaha!” Freddy told him, his arms lowering a little bit more.

1:29…1:30…1:31…

Gregory quickly snuck a deep poke into Freddy’s armpit…and that made Freddy’s arms completely fall. “GREHEHEGORYHYHYHYHY!” Freddy laughed.

“Uh oh…tiiiime for the toe tickles~” Michael teased as he held back one of Freddy’s sets of toes.

Michael started skittering his fingers all over the top sole of Freddy’s foot, and up to the underside of his toes.

Freddy gasped and covered his snout as strong laughter left his mouth. It was really easy to tell which tickle spot was worse for him. Freddy managed to pull one of his feet out of the way, curling up and hugging his left leg.

“Don’t pull the other foot away~ Or I’ll get Monty to hold your foot for me.” Michael warned.

“HOHOHOW LOHOHONG UNTIHIHIHIL YOHOHOU’RE DOHOHONE?!” Freddy asked.

“3…2…1.” Michael replied before immediately stopping his hands. Gregory giggled into his own hands before readying his hands at Freddy’s arms once again. “Let’s give this another try!” Gregory declared.

Freddy slowly lifted up his arms again. “Ohokay…” Freddy replied awkwardly.

Gregory smiled and started tickling a little more gently this time. Freddy let out short spurts of laughter. He wanted to let out full laughing fits, but it just didn’t tickle enough for those long fits to leave his lungs.

“HAhahaha! Haha- Hehehehe! Hehehe! Oho gohohosh! Ihihi-” Freddy giggled.

Gregory smiled and stopped for a moment…

Freddy let out a sigh of relief and hung his head. Michael looked confused, and somewhat displeased. “What are you doi-”

Gregory quickly touched down on the armpits hard this time, causing Freddy to wheeze and lower his arms completely down. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha!” Freddy laughed, falling onto his side.

Michael laughed as well, surprised by Gregory’s strategies that were…kinda cheating. But more time to tickle the feet, I guess!

“More toe tickles, here I come!” Michael declared as he started tickling under Freddy’s toes.

Freddy curled in on himself, pulling his feet closer to himself. But Michael’s small hands followed Freddy’s feet to tickle them more. Very quickly, Freddy found he couldn’t pull his feet away any farther. Freddy was truly stuck in a tickly predicament.

Freddy cackled and laughed with his hands on his stomach. It was just too much for him to handle! “HEHEHEHEHELP! HAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Freddy begged.

Gregory chuckled. “Is poor Freddy too ticklish for his own good?” Gregory asked.

Michael laughed lightly. “It sounds like it, yeah.” Michael replied, still tickling Freddy’s vulnerable feet.

Being the little curious boy he is, Gregory tried tickling his neck, just to see what would happen. Freddy curled his neck in, just about squishing the poor boy’s fingers!

Gregory had quickly pulled his fingers out just in time, though. “Thank goodness…Nearly squished my fingers doing that!” Gregory reacted.

“Doing what?” Michael asked, having not seen what he did.

“Tickling his neck.” Gregory replied.

“Yeah…maybe leave the neck tickling to the invincible animatronics.” Michael suggested.

Gregory nodded as he focused on Freddy’s armpits again. “Alright. Do you need a break? Or can we resume tickling your armpits?” Gregory asked. At around that same time, Michael paused his tickling for a moment to hear Freddy’s reply.

“Yohohou…you can keep going.” Freddy said, sitting himself up.

Michael widened his eyes and tilted his head. “Wait, really?” Michael asked.

Freddy nodded. “This is very fun. I think I like this game, Michael.” Freddy told them.

“Great!” Gregory declared.

“Good to know.” Michael replied.

Gregory started tickling up and down Freddy’s armpits a little bit faster this time. Freddy started snickering and giggling.

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Gregory teased.

“Shuhuhush!” Freddy mumbled to Gregory.

“Nah. Tickling you is fun.” Gregory told him.

Michael smiled and watched as Freddy tried his absolute best to keep his arms up. But it was telling an unfit person to run a marathon. It’s not impossible, but it takes a lot of practice to get to the point of running a marathon.

2 minutes…

Freddy slowly lowered his arms…but he raised them up higher in an attempt to last longer. “Ihihihi cahahahan dohoho thihihis.”

“You can do this.” Michael let him know.

“You can do it! You can do it! Go Freddy go! Go Freddy go!” Gregory cheered happily as he kept tickling Freddy’s armpits.

Michael smiled and crossed his arms as he watched.

It was 3 minutes now.

Freddy leaned his head back and giggled helplessly. He tried his best to hold his hands up in the air for a little longer, but they were starting to fall…

Gregory decided not to cheat this time. He decided tickling him casually would be better than surprising Freddy out of nowhere, like he did before.

Michael watched Freddy carefully as he peeked down at his watch:

3:59…

4:00.

Michael smiled eagerly. “One more minute…then you get a 5 minute break!” Michael declared.

“Come on, Freddy! You can do it!” Gregory cheered.

“Ihihihi’m TRYHYHYING!” Freddy told him.

“I can tell! And you’re doing amazing. I wouldn’t even be able to reach two minutes!” Michael reacted.

Freddy was starting to slowly lower his arms down again…

5 MINUTES!

“YOU REACHED 5 MINUTES!” Michael shouted happily.

Freddy immediately lowered his arms down to his lap, and laid onto the ground sideways. “Thahahank gohohod…Hehehehehe…” Freddy muttered.

Gregory squealed and cheered. “YAAAAAY!” Gregory yelled. “NOW FREDDY IS THE SUPERSTAR!” Gregory declared happily.

Michael laughed. “Amen to that!”

Freddy smiled and lifted himself up onto his feet. “Alright.” Freddy said.

Then…Freddy walked up to Michael and picked him up before picking up Gregory next. “My turn to tickle!” Freddy declared as he laid the boys down and skittered his human-like paws all over Michael and Gregory’s bellies.

“BAAAHAhAHAhaha!” Gregory laughed.

“PFFTAAHAHAHAhahahaha! Hehehehehey!” Michael laughed.

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Freddy teased, repeating the same words Gregory said earlier. “NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR!” Gregory laughed.

“I will take a moment to remind you that I was being more fair in the last 5 seconds…than you were everytime you were tickling me.” Freddy mentioned with an evil smirk.

“HEHEHehehe hahahas ahahaha pohohohoint.” Michael replied.

And so…Freddy successfully got his tickly revenge on the boys for their game. And this wouldn’t be the last time ‘arms up’ was played amongst each other…

#arms up #funny #teasing #challenges #ticklefic #switch!michael #switch!gregory #switch!freddy

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sentientsky · 5 months

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“Judas” // K. Wright

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stargirl89 · 6 months

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🖤🤍

#books #books & libraries #booklr #devils night series #devils night #penelope douglas #michael crist #damon torrance #will grayson iii #kai mori #corrupt #hideaway #nightfall #kill switch

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heathenoushound · 9 months

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I had a tome challenge to complete and I’m the type of player who goes feral for getting my challenges done and while crossfaded 🍃 my friend tried to warn me and all I could think of was this sound afterwards 😭

#horror #heathenart #slasher #dead by daylight #michael myers #dbd #DBD Kate #DBD Nancy #stranger things #Nancy wheeler #michael myers halloween #listen sometimes playing cross faded is the most hilarious thing ever bc my ears just were listening that day #I kept getting killers who equipped lightborn and I suck ass with beakers so I was like whyyyyyy #5 matches in a rooooow I was done 😭😭😭#I had to last minute switch just to sneak a beamer in #I had one match where I didn’t even being a beamer no one did and a killer STILL had lightborn #no hate to the perk but oh my fucking god I swear DBD was messing with me

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parttimesarah · 8 months

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Bleach this man’s hair and that’s your David Tennant Aziraphale right there!

#I still think about Neil saying that Crowley would have been much nastier if Michael played him #like more violent or volatile #and I can see that #but I can also see how soft and charmingly naive David’s Aziraphale would have been #waiting for that theatrical tour they’ve promised us where they switch roles every night #David Tennant’s Aziraphale #good omens #gomens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant

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lighthousepigeons · 1 year

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Damon, about Rika: Is she crying? Is she crying?

Winter: A little.

Damon, grabbing the phone: You should be WAILING you stone cold bitch.

Will, walking in: What the hell is happening?

Winter: Damon is making me call people and tell them his dead to see how they react.

Damon: Now call Banks.

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sg1-dannysworld · 1 year

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Daniel Jackson | Deadman Switch

#Stargate SG-1 #Deadman Switch #Daniel Jackson #Michael Shanks #zsu-gifs

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lexyscross · 6 months

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Afton Family All Together AU headcanons, I have such brainrot for it! (Meaning: Mike, Elizabeth, Vanessa, and Evan are all William's kids in one timeline; Elizabeth and Vanessa are twins.)

Mike is... Mike. You know... He's rebellious, he's mouthy, he gets into trouble often. Not on good terms with his parents. (The least favorite child.)

Elizabeth is a loyal Daddy's Girl, but she's also a bit like her big brother; she's a bit of a rebel. She's a brat, she does what she wants, she doesn't take "No" for an answer. She is a free spirit, she acts on impulse. She marches to her own beat, and the poor girl paid for it with her life. (Her parents 3rd favorite child.)

Vanessa is the total opposite of Michael and Elizabeth. She is careful, she's cautious. She has always been the "good girl," always obedient. It was always "Good Girl, Vanessa!" and "Lizzie, why can't you listen, like your sister?" She apologizes for tantrums and meltdowns. She apologizes for everything. She's learned to keep her feelings to herself. She is the perfect daughter. She's deeply afraid of her father, but she also craves his love. (The 2nd favorite child; their good, dutiful little Vanny.)

Evan is just a sweet, sensitive little boy. The baby. He scares so easily. He wasn't made for such a harsh family, so it's no wonder he goes first. (He's the favorite child.)

#''Evan is probably older than Eli-'' I don't care. ❤ He's the youngest to me. ❤ Hope that helps! 🥰#(I previously said that Vanessa should be the favorite but she's 3rd while Elizabeth is 2nd. I switched their ranks.#Vanessa is definitely 2nd while Elizabeth is 3rd.)#afton family #michael afton #elizabeth afton #vanessa afton #evan afton #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf series #headcanons #fnaf headcanons #txt

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ingravinoveritas · 5 months

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Why does this sound like a (very saucy) message David would leave on Michael's voicemail though...

#david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #or possibly something he'd say when they're Facetiming late at night #or better still: in person #i still maintain that Michael is a switch #and Michael would do anything David wants #how fortunate that these kinky bastards found each other #high profile friendship #low profile lovers #ineffable lovers #good omens rpf #discourse

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stramberrybitch · 6 months

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𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 — 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳 30𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

— 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 (𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶)

#devils night #moodboard #corrupt #hideaway #kill switch #nightfall #conclave #fire night #michael crist #kai mori #damon torrance #will grayson iii #erika fane #nikova banks #winter ashby #emory scott #alex palmer #30ht #Spotify

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urlocalrambler · 18 days

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DN fanfic: an exploration into Kai Mori's mind while he's in prison. Introspective piece. So get ready for self-loathing, the woes of the disgraced son and the Banks reminiscence and yearning that we deserved.

My first Devils Night fanfiction ever. Actually, it's my first writing piece in a long time in general, but fuck it, we balling. I've always struggled a little with understanding Kai, but I think this piece helped me get more of a grip on my characterisation of him <3.

Kai sits in jail, and he knows he's a scrouge on his family name. He’s the shameful blot in their lineage, the fuck up who keeps on giving even when all they want is for him to stop. Kai's the shadow in his family's illustrious life. A good boy gone wrong, the ungrateful child, responsible for his mother's tight smiles and fervent worry — he’s the parasite leeching away at his mother's kindness, carelessly ruining the happy life his father fought to give her. It took one blow of a hammer slamming against a gavel, and his parents have a sword of humiliation rammed into their guts. The pain is only dug in deeper with the indignity of a sentence of 28 months lost to the confines of walls crammed to the brim with prisoners, with his fitted suits for interviews traded in for a standardised orange jumpsuit, as a lifestyle befitting of an animal is thrust into the hands of their only son.

The worst part is that they still loved him despite his neverending failures.

"–Gave him three broken ribs. So he fractured his fucking spine."

"Who?"

"The rich brat. Mori. He didn't even hesitate."

"Shit, he might belong here, after all."

Yeah, maybe he does belong here.

From the start of it all, he's been the defining reason for the lines marring his father's forehead, those were wrinkles etched in from worrying about Kai's unfortunate tendencies, but he's still forgiven again and again for every indiscretion that they catch him in and he learns to forgive himself for the thousands that they don't know about as a default. Kai's allowed to follow his own path even if it means spitting at his father's feet and disparaging the legacy that Katsu built with his roughened hands. It's wrong, grievously so, but he takes the chances and the freedom, Kai proves he's a certified fuck up. Useless boy who's worth nothing much when compared to the father who tried to give him every head start in life no matter what it cost. Katsu's a man who pulled his family out of poverty, he gives his wife her old life back tenfold, and Kai’s the worthless son who ruins it by gorging himself on endless vices, amusing himself by toeing the lines, and eventually, he gets a crew and starts obliterating the lines. Never improving even as they ardently pray for him, Kai only gets worse as the years pass.

Everyone knows it in Thunder Bay. Kai Mori's a cautionary tale in the flesh.

The good boy who gets caught up in the wrong crowd and suffers for it. Prince amongst the heathens, gilded gold stained by their tar, a demon playing at being an angel. Kinder smiles and 'thank you's' on his tongue don’t get rid of the taste of sin, but they mask it well enough. Until it suddenly doesn't anymore, and they see that he's made of the same strokes as his friends. Demon, not an angel. Predator, not the prey. Villain, never a prince. Sins can't be hidden forever in a modern era of phones to the ear and the glimmer of cameras catching their every move. He should’ve known better than to have expected zero consequences – Kai hid his truths better than his friends ever managed to, but an unchained nature couldn't be hidden forever.

People were predisposed to making assumptions.

In Thunder Bay, they accepted and revered the version of him that they thought they knew, and they share their aggrieved regrets as his fall from grace occurs in the brightened spotlight. Analysed just like Icarus, with a tragic fate of his own making – Kai can't meet his father's eyes for the first couple of weeks after his wrongs are aired to the public. Kai Mori had potential in spades, the gossip somberly chastens, and he squandered it away on freedom ravelled within insanity, he wasted a guaranteed future on the kind of lust that made priests look away in discomfort, and he ruined himself due to a useless loyalty towards friends that should've never amounted to much more than a footnote in his life.

Outsiders never understood how the blood of the covenant could run thicker than the water of the womb. They didn't feel the allure of darkness in its fullest form. Nor could they understand the power that control gave him when it was cradled in his palms, and he had chaos biting at his neck. She had, though, that one girl who hides in his mind just like she'd veiled herself into that confession all those years ago– she understood it all, and she even fed into it back then.

He wonders what she felt when she saw him in cuffs.

Mystery Girl was among his worst mistakes, mostly because she quickly became his darkest daydream and a favourite nightmare.

Kai's quiet when he does it. In the showers, when heat spindles against the mirror, he washes off the heat of shame by engaging in more depravity. He thinks about her often. And he's not gentle, not even close to it. Whenever he thinks about girls wrapped up in men's clothes, in shirts that aren't his, he's harsh and angry because they should've been his clothes, she should've been his girl. He thinks of smart quips on the curve of her lips, and he wonders how sweet it would've been to have held her and shut her up in the way he'd desperately wanted to whenever she said the name of a man who wasn't him. Kai's got a hand on his cock and he jerks it hard to the thoughts of her.

Chocolate hair. Green eyes. Golden skin. Daydreams and nightmares.

She's the only thing he never got that he'd desperately wanted in his golden years; she's the thing he still wants so carnally even in his darkest hours. Wants her thighs wrapped around his torso, wants his name to be the only thing she's capable of saying by the time he's done with her, wants her marked and ruined by the touch of him and him only. Indulging in her, Kai knows, would've been his favourite sin. Back then, he got only a speck, got nothing more than a touch, and he'd still been hopelessly addicted, high on fumes when he had the wisp of her silhouetted in his arms, and he was in withdrawal whenever he lost her to a man he hated and loved in equal measure. Just a taste back then, just the thoughts now, and he's still maddeningly hooked on her. Pretty girl, harsh girl, but never his girl. Sweet like candy with a tangy kick to her. She's the only drug in his veins, inching in without warning, putting him in a trance and an unruly high.

In the dead of night, she visits him, and Kai welcomes her.

He is a fuck-up, Kai knows it well. Somehow, he's still so ready to engage in the betrayal of his brother in everything but blood. Damon's down in a living nightmare in solitary, and he dreams of stealing his girl. He dreams of using her up. He yearns to take her and have her feed the desires of his concupiscent flesh for as long as he wants, and he thinks he wants to keep her for months, for years, for as long as it takes until she feels more his than anything else.

Irreverent lust, onerous fingers, amatory desires, and all for what? A girl he had known all of a couple of weeks. And he thinks he'd sell the flesh on his back to go back to that time with her. For her, he thinks he'd do anything because if she's a reverie then he's a victim to the ghost of her. Kai thinks of her and that hotel room, and he wonders why he let his dream girl go.

She's the only person to ever make him feel alive, to make him feel desire on an impulse, the only one who could easily stoke his dangerous need for control, and she did it all without ever trying. No fight to take and no need to make his blood boil; there was no need to force himself into those conversations with her because he was already obsessed with her voice from the second he heard it. Everything came naturally when it was with her.

He thinks she could've been his if she hadn't been Damon's to keep.

Kai laughs when he grips the plexiglass, breathes harder, and strokes faster– she's certainly not either’s now, and she wasn't his back then, but she is all Kai’s in the darkness of his mind. Smooth skin pressed against his chest, lips to his neck, and she's begging for it, for his dirty criminal's hands to stay on her neck. Moaning, whining, crying for more. He's undone by the idea of her, air caught in the chasm of his lungs, knuckles tightened to a pale white, as he gives into his favourite nightmare. Kai's spent by the thought of her, the evidence washed away by water, as his back presses against the shower wall.

Suddenly, he's almost glad that he doesn't see Damon here at all. Kai tries to convince himself that he should be relieved that he'll likely never see her again either (it doesn't work but he tries). If he doesn't see her, then it means the fantasies, the output of those unreachable desires, can stay intact.

There's no Damon to stop him. No dancer in a hotel to distort what they could've had. No blood to mop away and no nights to hide away. It was just him and her again.

In his dreams, Banks is everything he still desires.

In his dreams, she belongs to no one else.

In his dreams, Banks is all his.

#nikova banks #kai mori #devil's night series #devils night #devils night series #damon torrance #emory scott #michael crist #winter ashby #rika fane #kill switch #devils night fanfiction #penelope douglas #kaibanks

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kirkothy · 8 months

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one thing I keep thinking about which I’m not really seeing anyone mentioning is… you can’t really say no to the Metatron?

like I know Aziraphale wants to still believe that heaven is the side of good, that he can make a difference to make it really, properly Good (the definition of good he believes it’s supposed be and that has been corrupted by poor management) but I mean… he can’t just say no to the Metatron

(Gabriel did it and look where that got him, even if Aziraphale doesn’t know the whole story)

We even see Aziraphale make that attempt (“but I don’t want to go back to heaven”) and the Metatron breezes right past him; Aziraphale does not have a choice in this matter— he is Going to Heaven. Metatron isn’t convincing him, he’s Telling him, even if he seems merry and cajoling and congratulatory as he does it.

From Aziraphale’s expression as he walks away to tell Crowley the “good news”, it’s pretty obvious to me that he’s not nearly as excited about the prospect of inviting Crowley back to Heaven as he seems to be in the following scene (thank you Michael Sheen’s face journey for this). He’s not happy, he’s worried, and he’s deciding what the Hell he’s going to say to Crowley to get him to come with him.

Michael’s acting in the next scene seals it for me— Aziraphale is giddy, off-kilter, and over the top when he tells Crowley what happened. More so than he has any indication of being just moments before. Aziraphale knows he can’t just decide not to go back to Heaven— it’s a done deal. The Metatron wants him Upstairs, and saying no to the Metatron is a no-go because the Metatron is Dangerous

I think Aziraphale knows Crowley isn’t going to be amenable to going back to heaven, but he also knows this is the only chance he has to get Crowley to come with him. He’s acting so giddy because he has to convince Crowley— and convince himself— that this is something they can do together, because he certainly doesn’t want to do it without Crowley.

Unfortunately, Crowley would never go back to Heaven, which of course the Metatron knew. And Crowley only sees that Aziraphale wants to go back, not that he has no other choice.

#good omens #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #this isn’t nearly as eloquent as I wanted it to be #but just look at what Michael sheen does in those last few scenes #his face as he goes back to the book shop #the dramatic switch to giddyness as he goes to Crowley #I just don’t believe the idea that aziraphale doesn’t know Crowley #and doesn’t know he doesn’t want to go back to heaven #but he has to try to convince him anyway #they can make heaven properly Good together #the way Crowley is already Good #but of course Crowley says no #anyways just another way of thinking about things

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