#and then drops into the timeline in the middle of a fucking wedding and is COMPLETELY blindsided by this

[destinyandcoins]

lmao i know it’s 2 seasons later but it just occurred to me: what if, at the beginning of s1, instead of deciding his funeral was the best way to get everyone back in one place, reginald decided to have a wedding instead

not only do we get the entertaining side-plot of this poor person reginald has bribed/blackmailed/begged to marry him For The Con, but the only reason any of the kids show up is because they got a wedding invite and immediately went “oh now this i gotta see”

#the episode is titled ''we only see each other at WEDDINGS and FUNERALS'' #i'm just saying it could have gone the other way #the umbrella academy #half the kids are there to check in with their new stepparent and make sure they're there of their own free will #''idk what he told you but you don't have to do this. say the word and i'll get you out of here'' #''no i promise i. definitely....want to...be here :) :) '' #i can't decide if it's funnier if five knew because time travel and he's already had time to adjust to this concept #so is perfectly polite and accommodating if slightly confused because the personality he built for them in his head isn't accurate #while the rest of them are going through the 5 stages of grief over discovering their dad is capable of romance #or if through some time fuckery five came from a timeline where he saw the news that reginald is dead #and then drops into the timeline in the middle of a fucking wedding and is COMPLETELY blindsided by this #but doesn't have time to deal with this shit #somehow THIS is the timeline where they do manage to prevent the apocalypse #and at the end of everything the new stepparent divorces the fuck out of reginald ASAP because holy shit they were not paid enough for this #and yet they're like ''well i did what you asked (even if you didn't mention the LOOMING APOCALYPSE) #but holy shit i'm taking these kids in the divorce because what the fuck dude what the FUCK. idc if they're all adults #they need a better family and now i'm obligated to be that for them'' #and reginald was playing fast and loose because of the LOOMING APOCALYPSE and didn't sign a prenup #so the new stepparent gets the academy (the property AND the actual kids) and reginald has to move out and live on the streets #tua meta

[babydin]

Love in the Middle of a Firefight - PART TWO

The pregnancy is easy, despite the circumstances. The pregnancy was the easy part, Joel was supportive, he helped out, he ran around like a Retriever whenever you asked him to and Ellie asked a million questions every single day. But when the baby arrives Joel doesn't know if he remembers how to love something so fragile. - Joel Miller x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - (2/?) - Joel is dad, Joel is Daddy, paternal postnatal depression, pregnancy sex, oral. Not necessarily in this chapter, but for sure in this series!! Trauma references. Domesticated af. Angsty in places! - 1193 words - Comments/likes appreciated. Requests are open! - A/N: I didn't think too hard about the timeline, just vaguely after the events of S1, they go to Jackson to Tommy's place and live there and nothing bad happens. This will be in multiple parts but I haven't planned for how many! There will be time-jumps in each of the parts because I'm impatient™️

Ellie looked blankly between the two of you. She had that look like she was waiting for the punchline of one of Joel’s shitty dad jokes. 

PART ONE

“We’re home!”

    Joel and Ellie walked home from school every day. He always took her to school, and he always picked her up. Walking was just their thing. You had been anxiously waiting for Joel to announce their arrival because he had promised he wouldn’t say anything to her until you were all together, you wondered if he had kept up that bargain. “How was school?” You ask, watching Ellie hang up her jacket and then walk into the living room to flop onto the couch. “Some kid pushed another kid into a garbage can and a fight broke out.” Ellie explained, her lips pursing slightly and her brows raising. Joel frowned a little and you asked “Were you either of the kids in that story?” “I was not.”

You took Joel’s hand and sat down with him on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Babygirl,” he said, “we have somethin’ we need to tell you. Somethin’ important.” Ellie’s eyes darted between the two of you as she tried to figure out what was going on before either of you said anything, “I’m not leaving. Fuck off, Joel. I’m not going anywhere. I like it here, I have friends!”  Ellie had fallen into the habit of calling him Dad, unless she was furious with him then he was always Joel. 

Joel reached out with both his hands and took hers, looking at her in a way that almost forced her to keep eye contact with him, “We ain’t goin’ nowhere. We’re safe here, okay? We don’t leave.” He sits up a little and you look between the two of them, they are thick as thieves, they talk without words and there is so much that remains unspoken between them but they know. “Are you getting divorced?” Ellie asked, her chin dropping down into her chest and her eyes looking from you to Joel and back again rapidly. You open your mouth to correct her but decide against it. You and Joel weren’t married, not by any technicalities anyway; you talked about it once, it was always in passing, until one day you set a date with a priest and a chapel but the priest died and there wasn’t anyone else ordained to perform a wedding. That night Joel cooked chicken wings on a barbecue in the yard, you drank beer and sat and cuddled under the stars. You shared your vows, you exchanged rings that you had both made from scraps of metal from the junkyard. Joel had helped you with yours, he was so clever with tools, the ring he gave you was perfect and looked as if it could’ve come from a store; he scratched coordinates inside the band from the spot you had shared your first kiss - they could’ve been coordinates to a burnt out Wendy’s and you’d have been none the wiser, the thought was painfully romantic and you cried when he told you. Yours was a little jankier, but he didn’t mind that, he said it suited him. From that night on he always called you ‘the Missus’. You supposed in a broken world that was about as official as it was going to get. “How would you feel about bein’ a big sister?” Joel’s voice had softened slightly as he presented the question to Ellie. He didn’t know how she would react, she’d grown up in this pandemic, she navigated the world so much differently because of the situations she had been forced into and now they were safe in Jackson, Joel only wanted her to be a kid, catch up on the years she had missed. Ellie looked blankly between the two of you. She had that look like she was waiting for the punchline of one of Joel’s shitty dad jokes. “I’m pregnant.” the words leave your mouth so abruptly that it even catches you off guard, and it’s the first time you’ve said it out loud.  Suddenly it all feels real. The man you were playing house with by your side, the orphan you’d both somehow adopted as your own, in the middle of a war, your found family was about to grow by one more. Ellie giggled in her child-like way and fell back into the couch in a way that made Joel sit up defensively. “It’s difficult for me to believe that someone willingly reproduced with you.” Ellie teased. It’s clear that she thinks her leg is being pulled. “It was an accident, but you don’t need to be a dick about it.” You swatted Joel’s thigh, “Joel!” He turned to face you with an expression that was full of apologies “Obviously I didn’t mean it like that.” Ellie sat up again and leaned forward, her eyes narrowing a little as she looked at you with a calculated gaze, “Are you serious? Are you pregnant? For real?” Your eyes find hers, and your hands reach out to wrap around her own as you nod earnestly, hoping the message gets through. Joel reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt to show her the print out from the ultrasound, he points to the blip inside the hollows of your uterus and makes a sound that might’ve been him saying ‘there’ if he had opened his lips a little more. Ellie’s expression changes. You remember again that she’s experiencing a lot of things for the first time and this is the first ultrasound she’s seen, this is the first pregnancy she’s been this close to. “That’s a baby?” she asked, sounding utterly enchanted by it, unable to take her eyes off of it. “It’s so little.” “The nurse reckoned I’m about 7 weeks along,” you explain, “so in another 30 or so weeks it’ll be fully cooked.” “That’s a long time.” Ellie looked back at you, she sounded disappointed at the idea of having to wait so long to earn her role of big sister. “Trust me,” Joel added, “it’ll fly by.” Ellie’s eyes drifted back to the ultrasound, and Joel pushed it a little closer to her. She pulled her hands from yours and took the photo, bringing it up to her face for a closer inspection, “That’s so fuckin’ cool.” You and Joel both breathe out a sigh of relief in unison. That was all you had both wanted, Ellie’s approval. You were a family, and a team, you had to do everything together or it just didn’t work; you’d fought too hard to get to where you were. Joel put his hand on your thigh and his earlier promises that everything was going to be okay echoed in your mind. But then Ellie reminded you both of just how much of her education she had missed being in her situation and then traveling with Joel when she looked up from the photo and asked, “So when it is fully cooked, will the doctor have to cut it out of you?” Joel pulled a face and took a sharp inward breath as he patted your knee and pushed himself up off the coffee table, kissing your cheek on the way “That is all you, I am going to start dinner.”

#( love in the middle of a firefight: babydin ) #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller one shot #joel miller x pregnant reader #( joel miller: babydin )

[boasamishipper]

icemav fic rec compilation

hello all!! per the requests of some of my mutuals, i’ve put together the following list of icemav fic recs, posted before and after the sequel dropped and the third fandom renaissance began. these are the icemav fics that i personally have enjoyed the most in all my time in this fandom, and my taste and your taste may not exactly be the same. my good friend @icemankazansky has compiled her own list of icemav fic recs earlier, which can be seen here and contains some excellent icemav fics that this list leaves off.

without further ado:

Not Rated

like a thursday by @academicgangster

TG2 speculation based on the first trailer, before we found out who Jennifer Connelly’s character was going to be. Warnings for MCD and the most gorgeously written angst ever. Bring tissues. You’ll need them.

Doing It Right by @academicgangster

In which Maverick kisses Ice and promptly winds up in the hospital. Kind of. There’s some important feelings being realized in the middle. Sweet, funny, and deserves the Pulitzer Prize just for “God, Mav, you’re so fucking stupid” alone. 

General Audiences

Just You and Me by @icemankazansky 

Maverick and Ice share a kiss after their wedding, in mixed company. So many feelings. Cannot overstate how many feelings there are in this one.

Not If It's You by @icemankazansky

Ice gets some bad news. Maverick provides reassurance and dotes on him. Tender like a bruise is tender, but you get a nice Band-Aid and a kiss on the forehead afterwards.

A Kiss on the Inside of the Wrist by Grays_Tedious

Navel-gazing occurs. Feelings ensue, for me and Maverick.

Meet Me at the Touch Pool by @guiltyfandomtrashwonderland 

Ice and Maverick go on an aquarium date. Short and sweet.

True North by @icemankazansky

It’s the night before his and Ice’s wedding, and Maverick thinks about how far he and Ice have come. Spoiler alert: pretty damn far. Carly’s fics always remind me that Ice and Mav love each other SO MUCH it makes me want to punch a wall, and this one is no exception.

Teen and Up Audiences

May by londaesneka

A perfectly in-character (and heartbreaking) sequel to the film, in which Ice returns to TOPGUN after a decade-long tour of duty and Maverick, unhappily married to Charlie, feels like he’s drowning. Every detail is well thought out and perfectly placed, and though the ending is more bittersweet than happy, I cannot recommend it enough.

Shakedown by @academicgangster

TG2 speculation based on the second trailer. Beautiful, bittersweet, and a hopeful ending that feels perfectly earned - AND plenty of the “mav: (says something stupid) / ice already taking off his clothes: god mav you’re so fucking stupid” dynamic that I adore with my whole heart.

who cannot go by @susiecarter

Maverick is sick, but he thinks he can handle it. Spoiler alert: he cannot. Features Mav thinking that Ice is Goose, which is just one of the many moments of this fic that made me tear up, gasp, and swear all at the same time. Absolute perfection. 

Switch by @icemankazansky

Maverick doesn’t understand how Ice works, but that doesn’t stop Maverick from falling in love with him. The italicized oh in fic form.

Soft Spot by @icemankazansky

Maverick realizes that Ice is softer than he’d originally thought - especially when it comes to him. Short and sweet.

Fire or Clear by weshes

Post-TG, Ice comes to visit after Mav is injured. Snark, sexy times, and feelings ensue.

up, up the long delirious burning blue by kangeiko

Maverick's life and career after TOPGUN. This fic kicked me in the throat and made me thank it for the privilege.

time = distance ÷ speed by omnidirectional

Five (plus one) potential timelines in which Maverick meets Iceman again post-TG. Some will make you laugh out loud. Others will make you waste an entire pack of tissues. Still others manage to make you do both at the same time. Absolutely fantastic.

The Window by @guiltyfandomtrashwonderland

Maverick drunkenly breaks into Ice’s house in the middle of the night and falls into bed with him. Feelings are realized. Laugh out loud funny and heartwrenchingly soft.

The Fulcrum by @icemankazansky

A medical scare leaves Ice’s chances for survival uncertain, and Maverick stays by his side. A brief yet heartwrenching (a Carly specialty) look into Ice and Mav’s love for one another, particularly Mav’s love for Ice, even after so many years together.

Driving Ice by @icemankazansky

Ice teaches Maverick to drive a car. Short and sweet and hilarious.

Small Victories by @m-madeleine

Ice and Maverick go on a trip together and end up at a gay bar in San Francisco, featuring hurt/comfort, stream of consciousness narration, a complicated navigation of homophobia, and perfectly in character voices for Ice and Mav. Tender and bittersweet all at once.

Nailed It! by omnidirectional

Maverick and Ice set up their new office after moving to Nevada. Things turn competitive, as they often do. Great banter; sweet and hilarious.

The Trick is to Keep Breathing by @icemankazansky

The anniversary of Goose’s death rolls around, and Ice helps Maverick through it. No matter how many times I read it, Ice’s clear love for Mav (and vice versa) as well as Mav’s feelings about Goose’s death makes me tear up.

I Cannot Count the Hours by @icemankazansky

Ice leaves for the Gulf, and Maverick doesn’t want to say goodbye yet. Another tearjerker, but in the best way.

Are You Happy Now by @guiltyfandomtrashwonderland

After Ice’s funeral, Maverick and Bradley have a heart-to-heart in the parking lot. The ultimate one-two punch.

Mature

and gamble for the sun by @susiecarter

Maverick and Iceman make bets. Words can’t do this one justice. (I should know. I’ve been sitting here trying to make words work about it since it was published.) Please read it.

come the same colors by @susiecarter

Maverick is injured. Ice comes to pick him up from the hospital, and Maverick realizes he (and Ice) is in this deeper than he’d originally thought. I love stories where Mav is shown tenderness and affection against his will, and this is one of the best ones out there. SUCH good Maverick voice, and SO many feelings (even if Mav would rather believe they are less strong than they really are). 

When and Where by twowritehands

An Icemav soulmate au. Solid writing, solid buildup, and an ending like a breath finally released. Great Iceman backstory too.

wingspan by @guiltyfandomtrashwonderland

Oblivious!Mav and Lovestruck!Ice is the greatest combination in the world, and I love it when Nat capitalizes on it. I ugly-laughed at this one so loud my roommates asked me what the matter was.

Shaping Up, Breaking Down by @m-madeleine

Maverick realizes he knows his limits in bed just well as he does in the air. Fantastic character voices, incredible hurt/comfort, and so many feelings. Is there anything better than friends with benefits with unspoken feelings?? Not that I know of.

Mustangs by @icemankazansky

An AU where Ice and Maverick are riders on the rodeo circuit competing against each other. Hot as HELL.

don’t leave me hanging by Hyacinthus

Smut and established relationship Icemav - both of which are excellently written. I love all the little details and their dynamic in this one.

trapped in a flat spin by dangerousinlove

Ice tells Maverick he’s dying. You’ll feel like you’re trapped in a flat spin after reading this one, but you’ll land as gently as possible.

our search for the blue sky by dangerousinlove

Ice’s last days. This one really hurt me.

No Less Than Two Miracles by @icemankazansky

Ice comes through for Maverick one last time. The perfect, magical realist-y send-off for Ice.

Explicit

Marrying the Hangman by @guiltyfandomtrashwonderland

The only - and I do mean the only - A/B/O AU that actually 1) thoughtfully reflects on the premise, 2) provides character development, angst, and laugh out loud moments in turn, and 3) that I have ever, ever liked. First of an equally excellent series. Mind the tags.

The Eye of the Storm by @icemankazansky

First of a post-TG series, in which Maverick reunites with Iceman at TOPGUN in the 90s. Sexy, angsty, and beautifully written - not just this fic but the entire series. One of the first Icemav fics I ever read, and a long-time fave (and reread) to this day.

Time Flies by thedevilchicken

After TOPGUN, Maverick and Ice meet again. And again. Eventually, they get it right. Do you like smiling, laughing, and crying at the same time? This one’s for you!

got me to blame by @susiecarter

Completely honest right now - if I had to save one (1) Top Gun fic from a server wipeout, I’d choose this one. All of Susie’s fics are incredible (see: how many times I’ve recommended them across this list), but this one is (to me) her best. I read it five times in a row the night it was posted, and have read it countless times since, and it STILL makes me emotional.

The Auction by @guiltyfandomtrashwonderland

Maverick auctions off his ass virginity, and Ice wants in. Yes, that’s the best summary for it. The only fic that’s made me laugh so hard I had to take a five minute break and get some water so I could hold the phone steady again. 

the further on the edge, the hotter the intensity by @victimofthemusic

Five times Ice and Maverick had sex somewhere they weren’t supposed to, and each time is hotter than the last. 

#top gun #top gun: maverick #icemav #iceman x maverick #maverick x iceman #enjoy!!

[galexystern]

butterfly wings

chapter eleven; summer 1986 - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/reader aka steddie/reader

rating; E

warnings; fluff, smut (MDNI), oral (f & m receiving), jerking off, p in v sex, unprotected sex, double creampie, reverse cowgirl, spooning sex, au - canon divergence, fucked up the timeline a bit

word count; 3.5k

desc; you and your boys get together.

a/n; we're pretending adventures in babysitting came out in 1986 and not 1987 because i didn't realize and had already structured the chapter around it :)

read on ao3 / series masterlist

"Boys, can you please chill?" You're whispering. "I actually want to see this movie."

On either side of you, Steve and Eddie drop back into their seats. Steve pouts with puppy dog eyes, while Eddie whines quietly. The three of you are at the movies, seeing the latest release, Adventures in Babysitting. You're in the middle holding the popcorn Steve had bought and the candy Eddie had snuck in. Each boy has a drink, since they apparently can't agree on a soda to share—Coca-Cola for Steve and Dr. Pepper for Eddie. Girlfriend privileges also mean you can drink from either one during the movie. You also have a water bottle in your bag, in case all this junk food gets to be too much, or the boys start whinging about their stomachs hurting (but refuse to blame it on the junk food).

They'd both been kissing your neck, preparing to just all make out and not pay attention to the movie, which you do half the time. You've never understood it—why pay for the tickets if you're not gonna watch the movie—but when they drag you to a boring movie you don't want to see, how could you complain? They were much more interesting. But you want to watch this one, like you'd told them, so you push them back. They’re trying to make you feel bad, but it’s a fruitless endeavor.

"Come on," you continue at their looks. "I'm not stopping you two from making out." Eddie actually moves to stand, but stops when you add nonchalantly, "Though I think you'd like it too."

Knowing what you really mean, he sighs and sits back down, getting comfortable. You give him a grateful look and hold out your hand, which he takes. Steve hooks his foot around yours, and rests his arm on top of your seat, lightly placing his fingers on Eddie's shoulder to placate him further. With both of you touching him in some way, he relaxes. You hold back a giggle.

"Thank you," you say gently, meaningfully. Both of them lean over to kiss your cheek, and this time you giggle out loud.

And you turn out to be right. Both of them do like the movie—Eddie for its action and crazy plot, Steve for its love interest Dan (you thought he would identify with him)—as do you, for lead Chris and the romantic story. On the way home, you talk animatedly about the events in the city, and speculate whether it'll be like that when you move to Providence in August, though you do point out that it's much smaller than Chicago, where the movie takes place. Eddie and Steve wave away your comment, and feed off each other to propose more and more wild things that could happen. You just watch and listen, amused.

You're attending Rhode Island's Johnson & Wales University in the fall, pursuing a degree in event management. Nina's wedding had been fun to plan and manage, and your friends had convinced you to apply for a program in event planning. You hadn't actually planned on going to school for event management, but J&W had surprised you by offering the most scholarship money, and you'd fallen in love with the campus when Nina had driven you on a college tour during the winter.

You'd voiced your hesitation to the boys once you'd gotten together, but they didn't wait a second to encourage you to go. Neither of them had concrete plans and so you mutually decided you would all go together—Eddie could do music anywhere, and Steve was still searching for what he wanted and thought traveling could help. Robin and Vickie were pretty upset that both you and Steve were leaving—someone had used the word “devastated”—but you'd both promised them there would be plenty of visits home and in Providence. Nina was just relieved you were in the same timezone—though she was happy it was her wedding that caused all this.

Steve pulls up to the apartment complex and hops out, still theorizing with Eddie even as he gives you his hand to help you out of the car. They keep it up all the way upstairs and into Steve's apartment, where you leave them in the living room and check if Robin is home. Looks like she's out—probably with Vickie. They'd officially gotten together a little after you, Steve, and Eddie had, to your delight.

You wander back to the boys, toeing off your shoes and dropping your bag along the way. You lean against the doorway and stare at Steve and Eddie, still talking chaotically. You smile, in awe and wonder and joy, as you marvel that they're yours and you're theirs.

Eventually they taper off and notice your distance. They look at you curiously, blissfully silent. You smirk. "Well, boys, looks like we're here alone. Should we pick up where we left off?"

Before you can finish the question, both of them are stalking towards you, but Steve comes too fast and you knock foreheads.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he jokes, making you giggle. Then he pulls you towards him and kisses you hungrily, while Eddie plasters himself against your back and starts sucking at your neck. You kiss Steve back with a passion, still grateful you got a second chance to get it right, even after all this time. Even after every kiss they have given you since.

When you need to breathe, Eddie forces your head to the side and kisses you too, licking inside your mouth with a domineering tongue. You let him take what he wants, wanting him to do what he likes with you.

"Well, pretty girl, how would you like us this evening?" Steve asks as he nibbles on your earlobe. Ever mindful of your confession that you want to save yourself for love, either he or Eddie asks a variation of that question when it gets spicy, letting you set the pace. It makes the butterflies that are always in your stomach when they're around move in double-time.

You hum, enjoying as Eddie presses hot kisses to your jaw on his way back to your neck, where he starts sucking a hickey into the skin. You've been ruminating lately, wondering whether it was the right time. You hadn't been entirely sure, but in this moment, you know it is. It's what you've been waiting for.

"I wanna—" You break off into a moan as Steve grinds his hips into yours. Breathily, you try again. "I wanna do it. Wanna go all the way."

Both Steve and Eddie stop their ministrations, and you whine at the loss of sensation. "Baby," Steve says gravely, lifting your chin so you're looking him in the eye. "Are you sure?"

You nod firmly.

"Come on, sweetheart," Eddie prompts. "Gotta hear you. What do you want?"

Presence of mind back, however briefly, you state, "I want both of you to fuck me." Sweet and to the point.

It works too, because your boys groan in sync and dive back in to taste you again with a feverish fervor. You squeal at the suddenness of their actions, but it soon turns into small whimpers and moans as they ramp up the mood again.

Steve pushes you backwards gently, and Eddie gets the point, tugging you with him into the hallway and down to Steve's bedroom. Thankfully he has a king-size bed, and so whenever you tumble onto it, no one goes falling off. Eddie sits, keeping you on his lap facing the room, making you sit directly on his crotch and hardening cock. He grunts at the friction and chases after it, moving your hips so you keep grinding against him.

Steve stands in front of you, kissing you again, fresh desire lacing his movements. When you need to breathe, he leans back, both of you panting. "So our beautiful girl finally wants to get fucked, huh?"

You nod and hum a yes, words taken away by Eddie's cock starting to hit your clit through your underwear.

"Think she's wearing a bit more clothes than she should, don't you think, Harrington?" Eddie asks, the air brushing against your ear and making you shiver.

"You know what, you're completely right, Munson," Steve agrees. "Okay, honey. Up and clothes off."

Eddie helps you to stand and you step away so you can undress as quickly as you can. But your hands stutter as Steve slips into your previous position and kisses Eddie, who reciprocates happily. You can't tear your eyes away as their lips move against each other, haphazardly removing articles of clothing as you belatedly remember how to take them off. When you're finally naked, Steve is mouthing at Eddie's neck, whose head is thrown back in pleasure.

You walk to the other side of the bed and climb on, tangling your hands in Eddie's hair and tugging his face towards yours. You kiss him, swallowing the whimpers he releases as Steve nips at his skin playfully.

"Who do you want first, angel?" Steve asks breathlessly, leaning back from Eddie but not going far. You wrench away from Eddie to look at him, making Eddie whine as you still have a hold on his hair. You let go and rub his shoulder apologetically, all while making searing eye contact with Steve. "Well?" He prompts again.

You shrug helplessly.

Steve chuckles. "Personally, I would like to go first, if that's okay with you, baby," he says, cupping Eddie's cheek. Secretly, despite knowing you're on the pill, he can't stop thinking about fucking you full of his cum and imagining you pregnant with his baby.

"Fine with me," Eddie replies. Secretly, there's something that thrills him about the idea of fucking you while Steve has already cum inside.

"Such a good boy," Steve coos as he leans forward and kisses Eddie. After, Eddie rolls his eyes, but you see the way he swallows heavily. He's got a praise kink just like the rest of you.

You drop your chin and put on a shy face. "What is it, princess?" Eddie asks when he notices.

"Can I..." You trail off, and both boys nod encouragingly. "Can I pick the arrangement?"

"Of course, my love." Steve is melting. "Whatever you want."

"How do you want us, baby?" Eddie rubs his hand on your thigh soothingly.

"Mm, I want Steve lying down." Before you can add more, you're being moved, lifted off the bed as Eddie stands and Steve does as you asked. You motion him farther up, and he scoots back until his head is on the pillows. "And you're here," you point to a spot in between Steve's spread legs, looking at Eddie. He follows directions, kneeling there obediently. "And I'm here." You clamber onto the bed and swing your leg over Steve, facing Eddie. "And no more pants."

Eddie scrambles to take his off, as you unbutton Steve's for him, pushing until Eddie takes over and pulls them off, boxers included. Shirts had been discarded long ago; you don't even remember when they were removed.

You stare at their cocks as they're revealed. You've seen them before, of course—you've done many other things that aren't penetrative sex—but they take your breath away every time. They're both big and gorgeous, Eddie just a little longer but Steve a bit wider. You never thought you'd be into blowjobs, but they do make your mouth water.

You start to move down Steve's body, towards that beautiful cock, when he catches your hips and stops you. He tuts. "Haven't you learned by now, honey?" He asks a tad condescendingly, making you flush. "You cum first."

"Every time?" You whine, as you accommodate his desire for you to slide back on him.

"Every time, princess," Eddie says with a mean smirk. The reassurance makes your arousal flare brighter and he knows it.

And then you're whining for a completely different reason. Steve wastes no time as he plants his lips on your pussy and makes you sink down against him. He tongue moves magnificently, immediately searching out and finding your clit, teasing it before moving lower and licking inside you. You're so wet that the dirty sounds are pronounced in the quiet room.

Eddie notices too. "All that for us, sweetheart?"

You nod, moaning loudly as Steve's mouth moves back up and closes around your clit, sucking harshly.

"How'd we get so lucky?" Eddie continues. "Prettiest girl in the world, all ours." He then wraps his hand around Steve's cock, making his hips jump against Eddie's grip. He starts a lazy rhythm, hand tight but going so slowly that it must be driving Steve crazy. That's confirmed when Steve moans against your cunt, making the vibration shudder through you deliciously. "Prettiest boy, too. Right, angel?"

"Yes," you pant as Steve takes you apart with his mouth. "My beautiful boys, both of you."

Eddie leans forward and kisses you for that, a short one as most of your attention is on how good Steve is making you feel. Eddie then bends over and places his mouth on Steve’s cock, sucking lightly but insistently, making Steve groan into you again. He doesn’t do it for very long—he can tell when Steve is close and knows how turned on he gets by eating you out—but keeps jerking him off, slow and steady.

Steve reaches up and grabs your waist, encouraging you to grind into him, chase your pleasure using him. You take the suggestion and run with it, Steve's mouth just there for you to get yourself off with.

And you do, moving quicker and quicker as the tight ball inside you tightens and then shatters. You close your eyes and keen at the feeling, Steve and Eddie holding you up as the waves keep coming and crashing within you. Steve keeps licking at your cunt to prolong the bliss, only slowing to a stop when you twitch in overstimulation. Eddie's watching you with wide eyes filled with awe.

"That'll never get old," he murmurs. "Gorgeous as ever, angel."

You breathe heavily, trying to get feeling back in your limbs. You smile tiredly. "Your turn," you croak out.

"Steve first, baby," Eddie reminds you as he helps you down, desire growing again at the prospect of both Steve and Eddie finally being inside you. Separately...for now. Maybe you can get them at the same time in the future. There's a fresh wave of pooling arousal as the thought flashes by. "You ready?"

You stare into his eyes and nod seriously.

"Okay, on your knees then." You do as directed, and Steve runs his cock through your folds a few times, bumping your clit teasingly on every pass. Finally, he lines up and Eddie urges you to sit down.

"Slowly, sweetheart," Steve says, voice strained as the tip breaches your entrance. You listen—despite wanting nothing more to sink all the way down and have him split you practically in half—and inch lower. It's a little painful, but there's more pleasure than discomfort, and you love how he feels inside you, so full and all-consuming.

Eventually, you sit down fully on him. He moans at the sensation, but you're speechless, mouth hanging open and eyes closed to really focus on it.

"Feel good, baby?" Eddie asks with a knowing grin. You nod wildly as Steve answers, "Oh my god, yes." He squirms underneath you. "Can you move for me, beautiful?"

Eddie coaxes you into lifting up until Steve's cock is barely inside you. Then you drop down, both of you groaning this time. Knowing what to do and how good it feels, you start a hard and slow pace, using all your strength to raise yourself up and letting go to fall back down. You stay there for a while, just enjoying, but eventually Steve whimpers and stops you. He then holds you up and fucks himself up into you, fast and rough. The stretch is delicious and your jaw drops again at the new rhythm.

Pretty soon, Steve is gasping, "Gonna cum."

"Yes, yes please," you beg, and with that, he stops and lets go. You can feel as his cock pulses, painting inside you with stripes of his cum. You squeeze around him to make it better and he whines at it, lifting you off of him slowly when it becomes too much. He collapses backwards and Eddie gently pushes you until you're lying on the bed next to him.

Steve looks over and smiles at you. "You feel amazing, sweetheart."

You blush but still smile back. Eddie comes up and lays behind you, but you weren’t expecting it and so you startle a little. He chuckles. “Should I take it as a compliment that I can still surprise you?”

You nod, feeling a little sheepish. "Sorry," you mumble.

He softens. "No apologies necessary. This okay, baby?"

"Mhm," you reply happily. Steve leans over to kiss you and you gasp into his mouth when Eddie rubs his cock against your cunt, moaning at how soaked you are with your and Steve's cum.

"Ready?" He whispers when you lean back from Steve, and you nod. Your eyes close as he pushes in, hitting deeper than Steve had by just a little. He goes slow, and the new stretch stings for a few seconds, until it fades into pleasure. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, groaning as he starts fast right off the bat. "You weren't lying, pretty boy."

Steve smirks. "Told you."

He sits up on his knees and leans over you to kiss Eddie, feeling like he was lacking in kisses during his round. With Steve's neck presented to you, you can't help but flick your tongue against his throat, feeling proud when his Adam's apple stutters. You continue to lazily kiss at his skin, mostly focused on how Eddie is ramming into you, hitting a spot inside that makes you see stars. You've never managed to hit it yourself, and though Steve has brushed it with his long fingers, this is the first time it's really being pressed, and it's brilliant.

Then Steve snakes a hand between your bodies and starts to rub your clit in tiny, quick circles, making you gasp away from his neck and throw your head back against Eddie's shoulder. That ball inside you is constricting and you're galloping towards the edge fast.

"Gonna—gonna cum," you stammer.

Eddie breaks from Steve with a moan, hitting into you with new vigor. "Yes," he growls, "cum for us."

"Yeah, baby," Steve breathes. "Let go."

That's what you do: let go, dive off the cliff into your second climax. You wail with it, feeling like the world is floating away from you as you ascend to cloud nine. You clench around Eddie repeatedly, making his hips stutter and jerk, making him groan and bite your shoulder lightly. A couple thrusts later and he's cumming too, adding his cum to Steve's. Steve switches between you as you both let it overwhelm you, kissing, licking, sucking where he can, keeping his fingers on your clit until you've become jell-o in between him and Eddie.

Eddie slides out gently, kissing your temple messily, and turns onto his back. Steve stands and goes to the bathroom, bringing out a rag and cleaning both of you sweetly. Then he's pulling back the covers and throwing them over you, sliding into his previous spot.

He sidles up to you and coaxes you to lay on his chest. Eddie follows and spoons you, leaning up to give Steve a goodnight kiss before settling back against you. You give Steve your own kiss and then turn your head, whining softly until Eddie kisses you too. Satisfied, you get comfortable between your boys, sighing in happiness as they both tighten their arms around you.

"G’night, my loves," Steve murmurs.

"Night," Eddie mumbles into your hair.

I love you, you think. You don't say it, not yet—it's not the right time. You know you really mean it, so it's not for post-sex afterglow.

So you reply, "Goodnight." For now.

#steddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #mine

[teaandfiction-28]

Smut #6 please?

Ok Anon...you asked for smut and I’m giving you utter filth! 

Hope you enjoy! 💛

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Prompt: "What, here?"

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, Smut [18+ Only], Mirror Sex, Semi-Public Sex.

Timeline: Set between C9 and C10 of ‘Brand New Day’.

Two hours. 

For two whole hours, Kate’s mother had chirruped non-stop in her ear about wedding dresses and venues and flowers and colour schemes and Kate was a half-second away from frog-marching Hank down to the nearest courthouse just so she wouldn’t have to listen to one more comment about ‘how beautiful white roses are for table centrepieces.”

When her mother hurried off to discuss the pros and cons of a fall wedding with Kate’s aunt and a few harridans from her social club, Kate immediately went of search of her husband-to-be, eventually spotting him sitting alone in a quiet part of the garden, slowly rocking backwards and forwards on a swinging garden bench. 

“Just shoot me now...put me out of my damn misery.” Kate grumbled, dropping down onto the bench next to him with an exhausted sigh. 

“Not funny.” Hank chastised in response, peering down at her disapprovingly while simultaneously sliding an arm around her shoulders to pull her close to his chest, tugging her denim-clad legs into his lap and resting a warm palm on her shin. 

Darkness had long fallen over the beautiful backyard of Kate’s childhood home but friends and family were still milling around the deck under the glow of fireworks and fairy lights, the sound of Sinatra crooning softly from the bluetooth speakers filling the warm open air around them. Alexis was in a milk-induced coma in Kate’s old bedroom and, for a few blissful moments, it was just the two of them.

“Too soon?” She tilted her head back against the soft cushions of the bench, gazing up at him with a wry smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “Now do you understand why I waited as long as I did to tell her?”

Hank had proposed to her four months ago and Kate had purposely held off on telling her mom because she knew she would behave like this. If she had her way, her mother would turn their beautiful, rustic wedding into a fucking circus. At least this way, she didn’t have much time to wreak her usual amount of havoc! And Kate had meant every word when she had told him that she didn't care where or how they got married; either way she got to call him her husband and that was all that mattered to her. 

As much as she loved her family, spending an extended amount of time with them was often as comfortable as pulling teeth sans analgesia and yet he had taken everything in his stride, charming everyone from her cousin’s gregarious toddler to her offensive grandmother with a handsome smile and warm, twinkling eyes. Just when she thought she couldn’t love him anymore, he continued to surprise her with his seemingly never-ending capacity for patience; both with her and her crazy relatives.

She was pulled from her thoughts by his palm sliding up and over her shins, fingertips tracing the seam of her jeans along the inside of her knee until his hand was wedged between her thighs, a sexy smirk sliding onto his face.

“Perhaps I can take your mind off our upcoming nuptials, hmm?” He hummed, leaning in to push a featherlight kiss to the soft patch of skin behind her ear, his lips tugging into a smile when she visibly trembled. 

“I shouldn’t have to have my mind taken off our upcom-wait, where’re we going?” 

Hank had eased her legs back to the floor and pushed to his feet, pulling a confused Kate along behind him as he headed towards the house. As they passed her mother and her harem of friends, Hank graced them all with a handsome smile, winking at the middle-aged woman closest to him who’s cheeks instantly flamed an unsightly shade of salmon.

“You realise you’re basically like catnip for those women, right?” Kate snorted when they were finally in the house and out of earshot, still following Hank blindly from room to room until he ducked into the small downstairs bathroom on the other side of the expansive property, pulling her in behind him and closing the door with a sharp snap.

The second the door was shut he was on her, his hands sliding over the gentle curve of her waist as he crowded her against the marble vanity, his lips seizing hers in a bruising kiss. 

“What’re you doing?” She breathed in between trading passionate kisses, her eyes fluttering closed as Hank’s palms burrowed beneath the hem of her shirt, hands gliding over the warm skin of her back as he pulled her flush against his chest. 

“Taking your mind off it.”

He was taking her mind off it alright. He had wedged a thigh between her parted legs and her hips instinctively began to rock against the firm muscle in search of glorious friction. 

“What, here?” She whispered, her breath hitching as she tipped her head backwards to give him the space he needed to litter her throat with a myriad of soft kisses and sharp nips. 

“Mmm-hmm...right here.”

All rational thought and common sense disappeared at the sound of his deep, gritty voice rasping in her ear, her core throbbing in arousal with each touch of his lips against her feverish skin. 

“Hank, we can’t...what if someone hears us?” She tried but, as much as her mouth said ‘this probably isn’t a smart decision’, her body seemed to be more than happy to throw all caution to the wind if it meant easing the flaming inferno burning low in her belly.

“Then you better stay quiet.” He hummed mischievously against her throat as his hands dropped to the waistband of her jeans, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping the well-fitting denim and tugging them down over the swell of her ass. Sealing his lips over hers, Hank slipped his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth, the two muscles languidly rolling against one another, a deep, pulsing current of electric arousal surging between them. 

It didn’t matter if it was a soft and chaste or frantic and tongue-filled, Kate loved kissing Hank Voight. The way he would suck her lower lip into his mouth, humming softly as he laved at the plump flesh with his tongue. The way he would draw in a sharp breath through his nose only to  release a tight groan of pleasure when she sucked a bruise into the sensitive skin of his throat. She loved the way he touched her, the way he reverently tasted her while mapping out every ridge and valley her mouth had to offer. But the thing she loved the most was that she was going to spend the rest of her life kissing him as frequently and as deeply as possible. 

Breaking away from her lips to trace his hot mouth along the line of her jaw, he paused briefly to quietly growl his next command directly into her ear. 

“Turn around.”

With her jeans bunched around her knees, Kate allowed herself to be turned towards the vanity, her eyes locking with his in the mirror as he pushed his torso flush against her back, palms resting on her waist as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. 

The jangle of his belt buckle echoed around the small space, her eyes fluttering closed at the telltale metallic clink signalling that he was in the process of releasing himself from his jeans. 

“Eyes open honey.” He murmured, one hand returning to her hip once he had shoved his jeans and boxers down far enough to free his stiff length. “You’re gonna watch me while I fuck you.”

She could only whimper in response to his heated words, all thoughts of the wedding long forgotten as he urged her down towards the white porcelain with a firm palm between her shoulder blades, dipping the fingers of his free hand between her thighs to pull her lace panties to the side.

"So wet for me.” He cooed, stepping up close behind her to guide his flushed tip between her sopping folds. 

And with one smooth, deep, thrust, he was inside her; pelvis pressed tight to the firm globes of her ass as he took a brief second to enjoy the way her body clutched him in a perfect, velvet grip. Releasing a slow breath, he slipped both palms beneath the hem of her shirt to settle on her hips, easing back until only the wide crest remained nestled inside of her before pushing firmly back in until he was buried to the hilt. 

“Fuck yes!” 

Kate’s terse groan filled the little bathroom, her forearms braced on the cool surface as she pushed back against him, groaning at the delicious stretch, desperate to have every hot, hard inch of him deep inside her. 

“Shhh, you want your mother to hear how you moan for me?”

Hank braced his palms on the smooth marble surface, caging her body against the vanity as he bottomed out, grinding against her with a purposeful, slow roll of his hips.  

“Christ, can you not talk about my mother while you’re doin’...that.” She breathed, her spine dipping into a perfect arch when the tip of his cock brushed against the sweet spot inside her that had her seeing stars. 

“What? This?” 

He repeated the movement again, his lips quirking into a smug, satisfied smirk when Kate’s head fell forwards, her chin dropping to her chest as she frantically tried to stifle her whine of pleasure. 

Sliding his hands under her shirt, he skated his palms over her taut stomach to squeeze her lace-clad breasts, tugging the cups down to tweak her already-stiff nipples into tight peaks as he pulled her flush against his chest, her head lolling backwards onto his shoulder.

“Uhhh yes...yes...right there.”

Their jagged breathing and the sound of colliding flesh echoed around them like an erotic symphony, Hank’s warm breath ghosting over the damp skin of her neck, his hips pumping rhythmically against her. 

“C’mon Kate, open your eyes...watch us.”

Her eyes fluttered open, immediately finding his in the reflection, taking in their sweaty, flushed complexions and undulating bodies. She tracked the movement of his right hand as it skated down the soft skin of her belly, slipping beneath the lace of her underwear to settle at the apex of her thighs, fingertips instantly seeking her slick, swollen bud. 

“Mmm…you wanna come baby?”

Her thighs trembled, fingers clawing at his bare forearms as she nodded frantically, tongue darting out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. Through the thick haze of lust, Kate idly wondered how it was possible for such a sweet, endearing nickname to sound so utterly filthy from his lips.

“Please…”

Kate balanced on the edge of bliss for a few long moments, her entire world narrowing down to where his flesh touched hers; his teeth nipping at her shoulder, the pads of his fingers gliding over her aching clit, his thick cock surging so deep she knew she'd still be feeling him tomorrow. 

“Come for me, need to feel you.”

At his whispered command, Kate dutifully complied, her inner walls clamping down with such a force that he was almost completely expelled from her body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, the sheer power of her climax triggering Hank’s as he thrust against her one final time, filling her with thick ribbons of white hot release. For a few long beats they simply stood joined together, both of them breathing heavy, Hank’s heart thrumming frantically against Kate’s back as he continued to throb and twitch inside of her. 

“You alright?” He breathed after a moment, sliding his hand out of her underwear to rest against her hip, his mouth grazing gently along her shoulder. 

Kate hummed in response, shifting slightly in his arms until he slipped from her body, giving her just enough space to turn and peer up at him with flushed cheeks and an almost shy expression on her face. 

“Full marks for distraction techniques, Sarg.” She chuckled, leaning in to brush her lips against his in a soft, gentle kiss. 

“Glad I could be of service.” He responded wryly, plucking a tissue from the ornate box on the counter to clean up before tucking himself back into his boxers and refastening his jeans.

“Just gimme a minute to cl-” 

“Oh no.” He interrupted with a deep chuckle, reaching out to carefully adjust the black lace back onto her hips. “You’re gonna spend the rest of the night with me inside you...one way or another.”

“God, you’re so fucking filthy.” She groaned, immediately fusing her mouth to his in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, the fading embers of lust surging back to life at the thought of holding a conversation with her mother’s prissy, straight-laced friends with his release saturating her panties. 

“You love it.” He growled in response, gripping the hem of her jeans and tugging the denim back up over her thighs, nimble fingers re-buttoning her jeans before dropping a chaste peck to the tip of her nose. “C’mon, let’s get outta here before they send a search party.”

With a parting wink, Hank slipped out into the hallway, leaving Kate to count to a slow twenty in her head before she followed suit but, the second she swung the door open, she walked head-long into her brother, her forehead bouncing off of his chest with a quiet ‘oomph’ of surprise.

“Matt…hi.”

Kate was a fantastic undercover detective having spent months on end infiltrating some of the world’s most prevalent gangs and organised crime syndicates but, if there was one person on this earth she couldn’t lie to, it was her big brother. And she could tell with one glance at his amused, albeit slightly surprised expression, that he knew exactly what she had been up to in that bathroom. 

“Baby sister.” He greeted wryly, folding his arms across his chest as he casually leaned against a nearby doorframe, his crystal blue eyes appraising her carefully. The painful silence stretched on and Kate vaguely wondered if Hank had managed to escape undetected but she was pulled from her thoughts when Matthew eventually spoke. 

“We, uh, gonna talk about-”

“Nope.” Kate interjected with a shake of her head.

“So you weren’t just-”

He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the bathroom, lifting a disbelieving eyebrow but, despite the steady blush that continued to creep over her flaming cheeks, Kate lifted her chin to meet his gaze steadily. 

“Nope.”

“Alright, glad we cleared that up.” He snorted, flatting his back to the doorframe, allowing Kate to pass and she was so close to successfully avoiding what would probably have been one of the most embarrassing conversations of her life when he called her name, immediately halting her hasty exit. 

“You, uh, might wanna go back in there and do somethin’ about your hair...you look like you just got railed in the bathroom by your fiancé.”

She was going to fucking kill him. 

#hank voight #hank voight fanfiction #chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #hank voight smut #hank voight fluff #hank voight imagine #hank voight one shot #hank voight x ofc #smut #fluff #writer #prompt #fanfiction

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader

[descendantofthesparrow]

someone convince me not to write a thing; because i have too many wips.

but - rewritten-rewrite poyw au; just a week before Harry and (y/n)'s wedding, a mysterious force goes back in time and manipulates the timeline, and suddenly (y/n) wakes up not to her house with Harry, but in her Auradon dorm room, back to the age of 16 and three months after the coronation, just before the events of rise of the isle. Harry is in Auradon still, but is dating someone, that is not (y/n). a dark haired girl, who doesn't seem-normal, is at Harry's side. 

(y/n) isnt friends with any of the vks suddenly, or janes, or Audrey's, or Lonnie's, or even Doug’s. shes alone, watching as her soulmate smiles with another girl. she wonders why she has an entire life of memories in her head that dont match up with whats infront of her. and then one day as shes deep cleaning her room, she finds things-things that shouldn't exist. her wedding ring, her d2/d3 gear, a book with photos that ranged from d1 to just before the two weeks before her wedding, and a spell book. teal painted leather with a swirling shell design on the front; Umas.

 (y/n) figures out that someone, i think yall can guess who, changed things up to their advantage and now everything is fucked up. so she leaves Auradon, something no one notices, except for one person, the only person at Auradon prep that has god in their veins. (y/n) goes to the isle, looking for a particular person who might know whats going on, Hades. and shes in luck, he remembers everything and his pissed; he had a good life finally, his family whole again and free. now he was trapped again for who knows how long and who knows if things will end up the same way they did the first time?

so Hades agrees to help figure out EXACTLY whats going on and help her reverse it, or at least fix the wrongs of the current world (y/n) lives on the isle for a bit, taking up residence in the caves as Hadie, the only other god on the isle, makes sure shes safe to make sure the world they're suddenly in doesnt get fucked up further, becuase (y/n) is a pinpoint in the timeline, if something happens to her, who knows? the timeline might disintegrate or something. one day (y/n) makes hte decision to see if Uma possibly remembers, and finds herself at the chip shop, watching Uma walk around with no crew, but there was a person that technically should've been in Auradon. Gil. so whoever it was, decided to keep Gil on the isle, and that just solidifies the fact that whoever it is, is mainly after Harry. 

Uma sees (y/n) and drops her trays in shock, nearly crying as all her memories return. the gods and (y/n) are the only people immune to whatever the fuck happened, demi gods are as well, but they need to see a pinpoint person to fully regain their memories, as before they just have a vague feeling of 'somethings wrong, somethings wrong" so (y/n) and Uma go on a quest to find out "what the fuck happened" (y/n) helps her get the lost revenge, becomes first mate in place of Davy/harry. and with (y/n)'s help; Uma gets the trident. not to use it to break the barrier, but to fuck up whoever fucked them over from the happy ended they were in the middle of.

#disney descendants #rewrite poyw #aka bad end rewrite v2 XD #rewritten #timeline shenanigans #someone fucks with the timeline #harry hook x reader #takes place within rise of hte isle of the lost #ends before d2

[winterscaptain]

march.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: as always, a very special thanks to aimz for making this whole series happen. you’re my right hand babes! couldn’t do it without you. this installment comes to you live from the Fucked Season 11 Timeline (that aimz, of course, helped me build). enjoy!

words: 900 warnings: language, pregnancy, canon-typical gambling (lmao)

summary: “bond didn't defend the practice. he simply maintained that the more effort and ingenuity you put into gambling, the more you took out.” ― ian fleming, casino royale. au!november 2015

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | ajf faq | taglist | what do you want to see next?

edited for continuity august 31st, 2021

“And, just like that, what will hopefully be my last book is in print!” Dave shows off the final manuscript with a flourish, dropping it in the middle of the conference room table. 

You laugh with the rest of the team, offering all manner of congratulations and well-wishes, but your heart isn’t really in it. Aaron disappeared to the upstairs office after one phone call upon your arrival to the federal building this morning and you haven’t seen him since. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried. Montolo has been causing trouble lately, and it has everyone wound pretty tight. 

On top of all that, you’ve been meaning to find a time to tell the team about the baby, maybe take everyone out to dinner or something, but everything seems to be moving so fast you can hardly sit down, let alone share anything about your personal lives. 

You are pushing it though. You’re starting to show and you’ve had to let out your work pants as they get tighter, cover the tightness of your shirts with coats and cleverly-tied blazers, etc. Today, it’s a sweatshirt. 

Fuck it. It’s Saturday. 

Aaron and Emily walk in, looking more than a little concerned. You meet his eyes and offer him the smallest of smiles. He barely returns it - it’s more in his eyes than his mouth. 

“It seems the time for good news is over,” Emily says. “Unless anyone else has anything life-changing to share.” There’s a note of sarcasm in her voice, but your eyes inadvertently flicker to Aaron. 

After a moment, you check to make sure you haven’t given yourselves away.

You miss Dave, studying you both. “Something tells me we’re not finished with the good news.” He laces his fingers. “Am I right?”

The room quiets and everyone looks at you, the subject of Dave’s scrutiny. You clear your throat and Aaron rounds the table, standing behind you with his hands braced on the back of your chair. “Is anyone doing anything in March?” You ask. “Say… around the twenty-fourth?”

They all look a little puzzled, some shaking their heads just the barest amount.

You can’t hold back the smile on your face as you tell him, “Just checking. I would hate to interrupt any prior engagements with a trip to Walter Reed.” 

Aaron snorts. Smooth. 

You tap his hand. Shut up. 

Aaron snorts and Derek frowns. “What do you -” 

All at once, the confusion clears from his face, leaving him with a blinding smile. “You’re kidding.” 

You shake your head. “March 24th. A boy.” 

Derek leaps out of his chair and meets you in the middle, picking you up and swinging you in a circle. When he lets you go, he clasps Aaron’s hand in his, grabbing onto his shoulder. They exchange a few words, but your ears are buzzing so much you can’t hear them. 

Dave appears out of nowhere, taking your face in his hands and kissing you on both cheeks before planting a kiss right on your mouth.

 You laugh, smacking his chest. “Don’t get fresh with me, Dave. I’m married now.” 

“Never stopped me before.” He winks at you. 

“Wait!” Emily stops all of you. “March? March 24th?” 

You look at her, turning over your shoulder. “…Yeah.” 

“I knew it!” Her voice is a triumphant shout. “It’s November. You got married in September and you’re due in March. You said spring when you told me. That math does not add up.” She looks unfairly smug. “It doesn’t add up, does it JJ?” 

JJ shakes her head. “Nope.” 

“Pay up, Tara. That’s fifty.” Emily holds out her hand. 

Tara, looking rather hassled, pulls out her wallet and unearths some folded bills. “You knew, didn’t you?” 

“Mhmm.” Emily snatches them from her hand, counting fifty. “You’ve been holding on to this for a while. I’m surprised you even had it on you.” 

Tara shrugs. “Can’t be caught unprepared, Prentiss.” 

Aaron looks at Emily like she’s grown a second head. 

You imagine you look much the same. “You put money on this? That’s not fair.” 

JJ explains, looking at you as she pulls out her wallet. “We had a bet on whether you were pregnant at the wedding or not. The second bet -” 

“Whoa.” Aaron stops her, holding a hand out. “Second bet?” 

“Well, yeah, Hotch, if you’d let me finish,” JJ continues with a sardonic look to your section chief. “I was going to say the second bet was how far along. So.” She turns to you again. “How many weeks?” 

With a sigh, you try to remember. “Twelve?” Looking up at Aaron for confirmation, you still don’t sound sure when you repeat yourself. “Twelve.” 

As usual, he delivers a prompt confirmation. “Twelve.”

You turn back to JJ. “Twelve.”

With a smirk, she puts her wallet away and holds out her hand. “Gimme my cut, Em. I’ve earned it.” 

You scoff and look to Emily again. “What was the bet?” 

“I bet eight, JJ bet twelve.” 

Aaron wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your temple. “So much for a case briefing - it seems our predictability has bit us in the ass once more, my darling.” 

Everyone’s laughing, and maybe, just maybe, you let yourself feel a little joy.

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#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #tali talks cm #tali writes fanfiction #a joyful future #a joyful future fanfic

[deancasheadcanons]

Something Only I Would Know

[ao3]

1.7k words

15x20 fix-it (kinda), warning for Dean being ableist, thanks to @saywhatjessie for letting me use her headcanon that Dean could’ve been paralyzed by the rusty nail

Just as Dean was hoisting his left leg onto his bed, one of the phones rang in the library. He sighed and moved his leg rest back into place, then wheeled out to the hallway, hoping he could get to the phone in time. Sam was on a hunt with Eileen out in Iowa, and Jody and Claire were taking out some werewolves up in Nowhere, Michigan, but other than that, nobody else should be calling. 

He didn’t make it in time. As he sifted through the phones to figure out where the missed call came from, something crashed in the kitchen.

“Who’s there?” he yelled forcefully, grabbing a shotgun from a table before pushing himself to the kitchen.

“Son of a bitch,” a familiar voice said just as Dean turned the corner.

He looked right at himself, all six-foot-one of himself standing in the middle of the kitchen, his legs working just fine.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” other Dean said, progressively raising his voice until the end of the sentence was a shout. He glared up at the ceiling. “I’m gonna kill you, Chuck!”

“Which universe are you from?” Dean asked calmly.

Other Dean glared down at him, jaw clenched. “The real one. And you’re obviously from one where I’m bad enough at my job to land myself in a goddamn wheelchair. That’s real great.”

“No,” Dean said, sizing his other self up. “You’re too much like me.” A memory came back to him, something he said to himself in a situation similar to this one, years ago. “Tell me something only I would know.”

“Oh come on, don’t quote me to me.” Other Dean took a beer out of the fridge and tossed the cap in the direction of the trash can. “Although if you’re from a different universe, I guess you wouldn’t have a memory of that. I must just say the same shit in every version of myself.”

“I do have a memory of it.” 

They glared at each other.

Dean said, “Camp Chitaqua.”

Other Dean blinked. “Yeah, OK.” He took a long pull from his beer, staring pointedly at the wheelchair as he did. “What year is it?”

“It’s 2022.”

Other Dean dropped into a chair at the kitchen table. “Ah, fuck. How’d we end up crippled?”

“No. Tell me something only I would know.”

Other Dean stared at him, annoyed. He lost the staring contest after half a minute, shaking his head and scoffing and then taking another long drink of beer. He then looked down at the table and said loudly, “Cas.”

“Excuse me?”

Other Dean raised his eyes. “He told me he loved—he said he loved me. And that he realized he couldn’t have what he wanted. And then the Empty took him.”

Dean ran his tongue along his top teeth. “OK, you are me.” He pushed his wheelchair forward and moved the shotgun from his lap to the table. “And you must be from 2020.”

“Oh goddamn it, I’m gonna lose my legs that soon?” Other Dean stood and said, “Christ, I need a stronger drink.”

“We don’t have anything stronger.”

“What?”

“I don’t drink anymore. The beer is for everybody else that comes through here.”

Other Dean sat back down. “Is Sam—”

“On a hunt with Eileen. Everybody’s fine. Well, except.” Dean gestured to the room and shook his head. 

“Except your legs?”

He leveled himself with an impatient glare. “No. It’s a C7 spinal cord injury, and it’s really not that big of a fucking deal. I was talking about Cas.”

Other Dean looked at his beer bottle, picking at the label with his thumbs. “Chuck is trying to show us that we have no free will. He threw me here to prove that I can’t change anything about our lives.”

“Oh, like The Time Traveler’s Wife?”

Other Dean made a face at him, but then his eyebrows raised in realization. “Right, we read that a couple years ago. Man, I forgot about that. Yeah. Like, why would I try to bring Cas back if I’m sitting here with you now, and you’re telling me Cas never came back? So what’s the point of me trying to bring him back if I already know he’s not here in 2022?”

Dean’s eyebrows knit together as he thought for a minute. Eventually he said, “I know you’re me because I never told anybody that Cas is in love with me.”

“Whoa, whoa, he didn’t say—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Dean swallowed. “Let me tell you something, alright? You’re gonna spend a couple months having no fucking idea what to do with yourself, no clue how to cope, so you and Sam are gonna try to do some run-of-the-mill hunts, and guess what? On the very first one you’re gonna break your fucking back after being impaled on some shitty nail in the wall. You’re gonna spend six months laid up in bed feeling sorry for yourself, drinking yourself stupid, wanting to die, praying yourself hoarse to Cas, and Cas is not gonna fucking show up!” 

He took a ragged breath and continued, “And Jack doesn’t either. And then Sam’s gonna tell you that he needs you to get your shit together, and it’s not because he needs your help saving the world or even just needs your help on a hunt, it’s because he wants to get married, wants to marry Eileen, so you’re gonna put your sorry life back together enough to be the best man at your brother’s wedding, and that’s when you’re gonna realize that there’s more to your shit life than the selfish things that you want—things like, I don’t know, being able to walk? And having Cas.” He closed his eyes. “You’re gonna realize that Cas meant that he was in love with you, that he wanted to be with you, and you’re gonna have to deal with the enormity of that. That this—that a being so ancient and so huge and literally so incomprehensible to you that your ears bled the first time you heard him speak—that he could learn love? From your sorry ass? Look at me, Dean. Listen to what I’m saying to you.” 

He waited until other Dean looked him in the eye. “Eventually you’re gonna accept the fact that Cas lived thousands of years without doing anything other than following the will of heaven, never changing course, only to meet you and learn love so completely that the only thing he wants is to be with you. The first selfish, human desire of his life. You. And you didn’t even get the time to process it, to tell him that you love him, too, before he was gone. So the best you can do is try to actually live your fucking life, because he died to save you.”

The silence between them was heavy. Eventually other Dean said, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I never told anybody. Listen to me, Chuck said Cas didn’t do what he was supposed to do. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you—us. He changed things when he told you. So you can change things, too. Go back to your time and fucking tell somebody. Is Jack still around? For fuck’s sake, tell Jack.”

“I can’t—everything you just told me, I can’t—I haven’t…”

“Dean, listen. I know. I know how you feel. I know you, and I know you don’t trust yourself, but look at me. I’m different than you, alright? You can trust me. I just threw two years of emotional processing at you, of course you can’t deal with that. But you can do just one thing. Just one. Tell Jack.”

Other Dean studied his face. “You really are different.”

“Yeah, well.” Dean shrugged and looked at his legs. “Turns out being loved by a cosmic being changes you.”

“And being paralyzed.”

“No, trust me, that’s easier to deal with.”

Other Dean huffed a small laugh and nodded. “Uh, what are you gonna do? What happens now?”

“Don’t worry about me, you just—”

A loud crack cut Dean off, then his other self disappeared out of existence. He looked around the kitchen warily, as if something dramatic was about to happen. Instead, a phone once again began ringing in the library. 

As Dean wheeled through the hallway, he felt a splitting headache and had to stop and close his eyes. Images flashed through his brain, mostly of him and Cas, and then they abruptly stopped and he felt fine. The phone was still ringing.

He only made it a few more feet before the headache returned, worse than before. Images, so fast and loud in his head that it felt like his brain would explode. When they stopped, he blinked his eyes open and had a realization. 

“It’s not The Time Traveler’s Wife. It’s—” he did a 180 in his wheelchair and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Cas standing at the end of the hall. “ — Looper.”

“Ah, we’ve finally caught up, then?” Cas said shyly as he walked toward Dean. He squatted in front of him, not in a patronizing way, but as a gesture of trust, submission. “You said it would be soon. You made me watch Looper so I would understand . Does your head feel alright?”

Dean put his hand to Cas’ face, delicately, like he might disappear if he touched him too much. “Cas.”

Cas turned his head and kissed Dean’s palm, then held his hand against his face and smiled at him. “I’m right here.”

The memories kept coming back to Dean, the changed timeline, his past self defeating Chuck and immediately telling Jack that he had to bring Cas back because he never got the chance to tell him he loved him, too. Then—still getting hurt on a hunt, still needing time to process and adjust, to give up drinking, learn how to accept Cas’ love and to love Cas properly in return—but easier this time, because Cas was there. Cas gave him space and time, all while loving him and taking care of him.

Dean took a deep breath. “C’mere, Cas.”

He didn’t wait. He pulled Cas up into his arms and buried his face in his neck and said, “I love you, you can have me. You can have me forever.”

Cas laughed gently. “I know, Dean. I love you, too.”

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NOTES:

The Time Traveler's Wife (book) - Henry has no agency and no free will because he time travels randomly to different parts of his life and therefore knows everything that happens before it happens, and can't change any of it.

Looper (movie) - When people time travel to the past and try to change their lives, their memories change in the present as the timeline of their lives change.

#15x20 #destiel #destiel coda #15x20 coda #s15 #destiel ficlets #tf #my coda #my canon fics #listen i had to get this idea on paper i am sorry lol

[rayshippouuchiha]

The one time he kissed Barret, square on the mouth in the middle of one of his speeches, Marlene asks if he's going to be his new mom and if she can be the flower girl for the wedding for hours.

He kissed Tifa mid battle cause she was getting too worried about fighting the pack of wererats working the the big fuck off dragon. He gets free drinks at the bar.

He kissed Aerith the minute he met her. The planet was loud, shouting about so many potential timelines and the kiss helped her focus. Reno falling off of one of the support beams into a pile of chocobo shit she uses and fertilizer is an added bonus. No one ever finds the bodies of the assholes that catcall the blonde.

Zack will always be Do or Die for his incredibly anxious best friend, always returns the favour when he can see that a panic attack can be prevented. This leads to multiple employees giving them the best janitors closet to snog in because Zack is not subtle in the slightest.

Genesis always has phoenix down with him and Phoenix equipped when he hears of Sephiroths plan to kiss cadets that look particularly stressed because, "Angeal you don't understand. It works so well. Cloud is proof. If I do it-". Cloud takes one look at this fuckery, sighs, and punts Vincent at his friend's literal child to maybe stop him.

Vincent, though he acts reluctant, is the first to drop kick Zack at Cloud or vice versa whenever one is getting a bit too manic at the edges. Though if Zack isn't available he will gently try to calm the blonde himself. Who knew Vincent and his literal demons could do that with his tongue.

this keeps getting better

#FF& #Anonymous #RayRambles

[ilovefandoms102]

As Long as You Love me-Part 3

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: A new chapter for Rudy and Y/N begins, will they be able to overcome the hardships with a wedding, and a baby on the way?(sequel to SOMH)

Note: Heart breaking cliff hanger ahead...also I know this doesn’t go with the timeline like at all but leave me alone this is a made up story ok(:

Also I’m still going through TT asks so don’t fret ya nasties, jkjk I love y’all and hope you enjoy!

Part 2 Part 4

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“BABY!” Rudy shouted, sprinting through the house to find me.

“What?” I asked, a spoon that previously had my favorite ice cream hanging from my mouth.

“Season 2 was approved,” he yelled, jumping around like a kid on Christmas.

“Oh my god that’s amazing!” I beamed, giggling when Rudy spun me around.

“I need you to help me film the announcement.” he said, rushing me up the stairs.

“You’re gonna have to shave,” I pouted, reaching a hand out to feel his facial hair. 

“Say goodbye,” he chuckled, laughing when I kissed all over his face, and I made sure to rub my cheeks against his. 

“Even the baby said he doesn’t want his daddy to shave.” I whined dramatically.

“Awww I’m sorry bubba, daddy will grow it back.” he cooed, both of us laughing at our goofiness. 

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“Why aren’t you packing?” Rudy asked, squinting as I laid stretched out on our bed.

“I’m not going,” I sighed, rubbing my belly.

“WHAT?!” he boomed, whipping around quickly.

“Rudy who knows when you’ll be done filming, the baby could come by then, and I don’t want to have a newborn down there.” I explained, turning my head to look at his distraught expression.

“I don’t like the thought of you being here on your own, you need to come with me.” he argued, throwing the clothes he had in hand down in his suitcase. 

“What am I supposed to do? Sit around all day? I won’t have a car and I’m not Ubering by myself.” I scoffed.

“I’m sure you could come with us, baby please just think about it.” Rudy said, leaning his head down by mine. 

“I don’t have a doctor down there for my regular appointments.” I pointed out. 

“There’s doctors in Charleston babe.” Rudy rolled his eyes, moving his head to lay it on my belly. 

“There’s also the fact that I can’t just up and leave my job for however many months.” I said, sifting my hands through his hair. 

“Take a leave of absence,” he shrugged, moving his hands around on my baby bump to listen to the baby move. 

“Sweetheart I’ll be fine here, I know you worry about us, but I have responsibilities here.” I spoke softly.

“You can’t be here all alone, just come with me. Please?” he begged, crawling on top of me to lay his head on my chest.

“I can’t Ru,” I giggled, leaning down to kiss his pouting lips.

“I seriously don’t want you here alone, it’d be different if we lived in Alaska or even back at your apartment because there’s people we know around you. All the people we know here will be gone, you’re not staying here.” Rudy rambled, anger rising in his tone.

“Rudy! I don’t want to be bored and lonely for however long you’re going to be down there.” I huffed.

Rudy stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, hoisting myself up to waddle after him. I understood where he was coming from, but I didn’t want to leave my home. I’m a homebody, I always have been. I didn’t like to leave my house unless I absolutely had to. I found him in the kitchen, furiously washing dishes.

“Ru,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his middle. 

“I’m afraid...I’m afraid something is going to happen to you or the baby, and I won’t be here.” he confessed, sighing deeply as he turned in my hold. 

“I know baby, but I will be ok. The baby isn’t due for another five months.” I said as I got to my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

“Anything could happen in those five moths my love.” he mumbled, caressing my cheek as he stared into my eyes. 

“I know, but I will be extra careful. I promise.” I smiled, puckering my lips so he would give me a kiss. He obliged of course, but didn’t just stop at one.

Rudy was more determined to prove that I needed him around, which I knew was 75% true, but I would never tell him that. I was going to prove that I was fine on my own, even if deep down I didn’t want to be without him. This led me to now as I stood in our kitchen, struggling to reach a cup on one of the higher shelves in the cabinet.

“Dammit,” I hissed, standing on my tiptoes.

“Need some help my love?” Rudy asked, smirking as I struggled.

“No,” I grunted, walking over to drag a chair to the counter. Rudy gasped when I climbed on top of it, rushing over to me.

“Baby!” he shouted, holding my hips as I reached for the cup.

“Got it,” I smiled, laughing at his angry expression. 

“You are just trying to give me a heart attack,” he grumbled, slapping my ass which made me laugh harder.

Another instance I was in the shower, happily minding my own business when my bottle of soap fell off the shelf and landed right on my foot.

“Son of a bitch!” I gritted out.

“What the hell happened?” Rudy questioned, opening the shower door.

“I’m fine, just broke my fucking toe.” I hissed, going to pick it up.

“Let me get it,” he rushed, hopping in the shower with me.

“You’re getting your clothes all wet babe!” I laughed.

“Guess I should take them off then hmmm?” he smirked, slowly stripping himself.

“You only came in here to get some, not even to help your pregnant fiance.” I tutted, shaking my head in mock disappointment. 

“My pregnant fiance dropped that soap on purpose to get me in here to give her some.” he grinned, walking me back against the cold tile. 

“That’s an awful accusation Mr. Pankow,” I murmured, staring down at his lips.

“I think you need to be punished for that future Mrs. Pankow,” Rudy smiled, wrapping his hand around my throat to pull me to his lips.

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“You’re sure you’ll be okay?” Rudy asked for the tenth time in five minutes.

“Yes honey, we will be just fine. If anything changes, I will let you know.” I chuckled as we stood at the front of the security check.

Rudy brought me into his arms, rocking us back and forth. I took in his scent, ingraining it into my memory. I didn’t know when we would be able to see each other again, but I hoped it wasn’t too long because we both didn’t want to miss any milestones of my pregnancy together. He pulled away slightly, bending down to kiss my belly.

“Alright little guy, I need you to be good to momma ok? I love both of you so much.” he spoke softly, my heart fluttering in my chest when he kissed my belly.

 Rudy came back up to his full height, taking my face in his hands to smash his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, taking one hand to pull his hair lightly. His hands traveled further to give my ass a playful squeeze, my hands immediately grabbing his to pull them away. We laughed into each other’s lips, leaving sweet kisses on random patches of skin. 

“Don’t have too much fun without me.” I mumbled.

“I love you,” he smiled, caressing my cheek.

“I love you more Ru,” I whispered.

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A week later, I was sent a post from a fan account. Nothing new, I was sent stuff all the time, but this one caught my attention. I hadn’t checked anything on Instagram today, so I clicked on the link to JD’s dad’s post. There was a picture of Rudy, JD, and fucking Elaine in a living room. The caption read ‘roommates’, and I saw red.

Hell. Fucking. No.

I called Maddie B, seething as I paced around my house.

“Hey girlie,” she greeted.

“Was no one going to tell me that Elaine is staying in the establishment as Rudy?” I griped.

“What? I didn’t even know that.” she gasped.

“Someone sent me JD’s dad’s post with all of them looking cozy in their apartment.” I growled, rifling through my closet for my suitcase.

“What are you doing? I can hear you shuffling shit.” she asked.

“I’m buying the next ticket over there Madison. She is not about to make a move on my baby daddy and not suffer the consequences.” I spoke angrily, shoving clothes in the bag. 

“Ok, ok calm down. Let’s think about this.” Maddie B soothed.

“Already thought it over, I’ll be there in the next 24 hours.” I hissed, hanging up the phone. I called Rudy immediately after, holding the phone to my ear. 

“Hi honey, everything ok?” he asked, worry taking over his tone.

“Yeah I’m good, but I changed my mind. I want to stay with you while you film, I don’t like being by myself, and you were right if something does happen I won’t have anyone with me.” I said, no way I was going to tell him the real reason I was flying over.

“That’s fine my love, I’ll talk to them about getting us our own apartment. I’ve been sharing one with JD and his dad. It’s been great, but I miss holding you and feeling the baby.” he confessed, a small smile gracing my lips.

“Awww baby, I miss you, but I’ll be there within the next 24 hours. I’m booking the plane ticket now, I love you.” I spoke softly, imagining his blushing cheeks and his eyes lighting up the times we had been apart only to meet again. 

“Love you baby,” he murmured, both of us hanging up at the same time.

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 I didn’t expect to be crying when I arrived, my heart torn into a million pieces. I had Rudy’s post notifications on, so when I saw he had posted something on his story, of course I clicked to see. I was horrified to see a picture of Elaine, then in the next one, a video of them shooting some kind of nerf gun to see who could make the shot. I almost dropped my phone, anger and sadness surging through me. 

Rudy was filming today, so he had sent someone to pick me up. I sat and mulled over my thoughts, wondering why...why he would post something with her when he hardly posts stuff of me. I looked down at my slightly protruding belly, mindlessly feeling around it. I knew Rudy loved me, I knew he did, but if he was going to constantly forgive Elaine and want her in our life...I wasn’t sure if I could go through with this. 

I went to the apartment Rudy had got for us, not bothering to unpack since I didn’t think I’d be staying here tonight. I sat on the couch and cried, wondering what was so wrong with me that Rudy was constantly going back to her. I wondered if he wished she was having his child instead of me. Rudy walked in a few hours later, smiling at my bags sitting by the door before his eyes came to me.

“Baby, what’s wrong?!” he asked, rushing over to me. 

“Do you not care at all about our relationship Rudy...our ENGAGEMENT?!” I exclaimed, his face furrowed up in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Rudy questioned, but then something clicked as his face softened with realization.

“Yeah, I saw your story. You know what she’s capable of Rudy, time and time again she has tried to come between us. Did you not think how this would make me feel?” I hissed, standing up from the couch to pace the living room. 

“We’re all just good friends, you’re overthinking this way too much.” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“No I’m not Rudy, you hardly ever post shit with me, so what makes her so special?” I growled.

“Honey it was just-” he started.

“No Rudy, if she was really your friend, then she wouldn’t constantly go out of her way to break us apart.” I shouted, making my way towards the door. 

“That’s not what’s going on, I love you!” Rudy exasperated, following after me. 

“If you wanna be with her so bad, give her this for me.” I seethed, yanking my engagement ring off and throwing it at him. His eyes went wide as he somehow caught it with both hands. 

“My love, your hormones are out of whack, let’s just calm down-” he spoke softly. 

“I want her nowhere near me, I didn’t want her near you, and she’s not to come even close to my baby.” I raged, gripping the door handle.

“Our baby,” he muttered.

“You wanna be with her so bad, he’s my baby.” I laughed humorlessly, yanking open the door. I left Rudy standing there with the most heartbreaking expression I had ever seen.

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[l8rhader]

Post (well, sometime before the time jump to the airport before their wedding  which I would argue still hasn’t happened even though it WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 6 MONTHS AGO BUT LET'S JUST IGNORE THAT PART LOLOLOL so let’s call this October in the timeline of-) come out of the things unsaid  my Adult Reddie, quarantine, Tik Tok AU.

Addition based on this video!!

Eddie sat curled in the corner of the couch, a glass of wine curled between his fingers. He stared at the phone in his other hand as though it offended 6 lines of his lineage. Well, no, like it had offended 6 of his closest friends. He kept trying to type out witty responses, but after looking at the profile attached to the laundry list of degrading comments, it was clear that the user was... young. Very young. Like, younger than the T&C's young but, come to think of it, he wasn't sure they'd mentioned an age. But after an hour of comment after comment on his videos, the latest series being him teaching Richie how to play piano (despite how rusty his skill set had been) and Richie teaching him how to play guitar (even if most of those videos were cut short because Eddie couldn't keep his hands to himself). Most people thought it was cute.

Except 69LonnyTheLiger420.

By the time Richie came out of the bedroom, he was in the worst mood. "What it do, baby boo?" he said, dropping into the couch beside him and wrapping his arm around Eddie’s back. No response. Dejected, Richie leaned in closer and tried again. "What's the hap, cap?" He nudged Eddie’s cheek with his nose, finally startling him into reality with a high pitched hum. "I said, What's the tea, sweet pea?" Eddie crinkled his nose and shook his head, dismissing yet another nickname. "Do you not love me anymore?" he laughed, knowing that clearly wasn't the case, but something was definitely off. "Eds, what's up?" His eyes searched Eddie's for a moment before the notification noise for Tik Tok went off. Richie snatched the phone and opened it, frowning at Eddie’s notifications.

"Give it back. It's nothing. It's-"

Eyes wide, Richie fought down the decades old urge to flee. Instead, he hissed out, "Christ, babe. Does this happen a lot?"

Eddie shrugged. He supposed it happened fairly often. They were gay and happy and unapologetic and rubbing their new love in the face of millions of followers. It made sense, to an extent. This particular batch was just a lot.

Shaking his head, Richie tugged Eddie up by the hand. "No more phone,” he said, guiding him up the hallway toward their bedroom.  Eddie made an exaggerated reach for it and Richie, instead leaned over, sweeping him into a fireman’s carry.  “No more phone.”  He shoved the device down into his pocket before slapping Eddie’s ass and eliciting a yelp in response.

“Put me down, jackass.  I’m a grown man.  I can wa-”

“Grown is an exaggerated term, toots,” he joked, navigating the hall with ease, despite his fiance kicking his feet and pounding his fists, calling him all sorts of creative names that thirteen year old never could have come up with.  He tossed Eddie down on the bed and pounced on him.  “I don’t know if you remember, but we literally bullied a space oddity to death.  I think we are uniquely qualified for a response to this little shithead.”

With his hands on either side of Richie’s neck and his bony knees dug in just above his hips, he dumped Richie on to his side.  “I think that it’s a little kid and it’s not worth, I don’t know, screaming at him in the middle of a Chinese restaurant.”

Feigning offense, Richie whimpered “That was ONE time, and,” he pushed his glasses back up onto his nose, adding “AND that’s something I only reserve for fans when I’m under emotional duress.  This wretched little crotch goblin is clearly not a fan of either of ours so an emotional outburst is far above them.”

Eddie closed his eyes and shook his head, pulling Richie in for a kiss.  “I love you, but just let it go.  It’s not worth it.”

“You’re upset, babe,” he said, landing on the one nickname that Eddie never fought him on because he was too busy fighting off the butterflies swarming in his belly when he said it to actually argue.  “That means it’s worth it to me.”  The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile seeing Eddie’s resolve falter.  “You’re worth it all.”

The next morning, the video Eddie posted didn’t feature him at all.  Instead, it was five of 69LonnyTheLiger420′s least creative jabs, mainly mentioning their ages and their sexuality, floating around Richie’s head as he sat at the keyboard in the room that belonged to Eddie months and months of quarantine prior.  “You’re prob’ly just a kid in middle school and I don’t wanna fight a kid in middle school,” he crooned, accompanying himself with easy chords.  “Instead of fighting kids in middle school,” he leaned into the camera like he had a secret, then smiled.  “I’m gonna fuck your mom!  I’m gonna fuck your mom.  I’m gonna fuck your mom.”  He bopped back and forth, looking slightly reminiscent of a character from Peanuts.  “Don’t be such a saddie ‘cuz you got a new Daddy,” he added with a cheeky wink, “I’ll help you find a suit to prom.”  He dragged his middle finger up the keys dramatically in a fairly effective glissando.  “But, fuck with me and I will fuck your mom.”  He raised his eyebrows and gave a little half-hearted salute. 

Eddie swung the door open, then leaned against the doorframe looking at his fiance.  “Please don’t go the Burnham route.  I’m already sick of the people who compare you to Mulaney.”

“Why?  They’re good guys.  I don’t min-”

With a pointed stare, Eddie folded his arms.  “But you’re Richie Tozier.  You’re funny on your own.  You don’t need anyone else’s schtick.”  

Richie batted his eyes and smiled through pursed lips.  “You think I’m funny?” he cooed.  He may have played it up for Eddie’s consumption, but it still made him flutter when he actually admitted it.

Sticking his hand out and grabbing his phone to edit the video, “Come on, they put the final season of Schitt’s Creek up early so I am down for a rewatch,” he called from the hallway.  “At least I didn’t make you propose to yourself.  I love Patrick and all, but-”

”I proposed to you!  Twice!” he said, still blushing as he stood from the tiny collapsible piano bench.  “And does that mean you think you’re Patrick in this equation?  Because, baby,” he said, finally bounding into the living room, “apart from my eyebrow game, the kinship to the drinking of all wines, your startlingly similar boring fashion and comparative petite-ness,” Richie wagged his finger then swiped the remote from under the TV, “you are judgy, neurotic and,” he added quickly, “simply the best.”  He plopped down next to Eddie and wrapped him in his arms, kissing his neck.  “You are 100% the David here.”

They settled in for their binge watching.  Eddie’s phone dinged a few times, notifying them that the Losers were on the case, now.  Bill and Mike responded with a video of their own using the Pas de Deux from Us sporting matching unimpressed looks as they both tossed rocks from their garden idly in time with the music with the caption “Sticks and stones...”  It was basically nonthreatening, if maybe a little ominous, unless anyone seeing the video knew the Losers and their history with bullies, which they surely doubted.  A duet from Bev and Ben, flatly responding Beep Beep came next.  Finally, Stan’s response was of himself and Patty on the couch.  She was looking at her phone confused, Richie’s song audible in the background, finishing the loop and restarting.  “I think at this point the Mom jokes should be retired, Rich.  Eddie’s going to start getting jealous if all these little assholes start calling you Daddy, too,” he said, smirking at the screen as Patty chastised him from off-camera.  

Richie smiled, watching the responses over Eddie’s shoulder between episodes.  Even though momentary clips of the Losers were nice- it was better than nothing- Eddie really fucking missed them.  At least he knew that they’d always have his back.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill hader #james ransone #finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #it 2019 #quarantine au #tik tok au #smau #gay clown movie #stephen king's it

[shuahoonie]

you. [tom holland] - six.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! mentions of alcohol! a bit of fluff, a bit of angst. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish! 

WORD COUNT: 2735

SONG INSPO: can’t take my eyes off you - emilie mover 

A/N: hiya babes, again, sorry if this chapter is posted very late. i have absolutely no excuses this time, it’s just me really. times are tough and if i’m being honest, i’ve had a rough couple of weeks. my academics really hit me in the worst possible way and i’m really am sorry if i wasn’t able to uphold my promises to post over the break. 🥺 also, beware of my plot timeline! i had a rough plan that i wanted this to take place during pre-ffh days! anyway, enjoy chapter six and happy reading! x 

UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY 11 PM CST WHENEVER I CAN  [I’M TRYING TO POST EVERY SATURDAY, I REALLY AM]

gif credits: @parkerpunology

vanessa’s masterlist | preview | one | two | three | four | five | seven | eight | eight.5 [interview excerpt] 

Two months. You and Tom were already dating for two months. The last two months were a whirlwind for both of you, more so for you. Once the news broke out that you and Tom were dating, it was expected that people would lose their minds over it. 

However, like how news typically withholds its relevance these days, it died down a week after. You both actually didn’t mind it since it put you two at ease. You and Tom see each other for thrice a week, dropping a few nuggets that you two are together. 

Some days, Tom would drop by at your filming location. 

“Y/N,” Steven, a stunt coordinator, sang your name with a teasing look painted on his face. “Guess who’s here.” He was helping you with your scene, making sure that you were safe as you did your stunts.

“Please tell me it’s Charlotte with my phone,” You moaned as you fixed your shirt as Steven began unbuckling your harness. You were standing on top of a high platform and had just finished doing your stunt for the show, the Alchemist. 

“Honey, do you think I’d be this excited if it was your assistant with your phone?” Steven rolled his eyes. “It’s your loverboy,” He teased, pointing to a figure. 

Based on the state of altitude you were in, you could practically see everybody. You can see some of the crew were busy with fixing the set for the following scene. You could see the producer busy speaking to whoever’s on the other side of the phone. You could also see your ‘loverboy’ talking to the director. 

Tom was standing next to Alissa, the director, as they talked animatedly. He was wearing a grey shirt that hugged his body like a second skin and a pair of black joggers. He looked very casual, but as much as you hated to admit it, he still looked good. 

Catching your gaze, Tom gave you a smile and a wave. 

You were still getting used to the idea that you were seeing him, so you turned your head as fast as you could. It’s as if your crush caught you staring at him in middle school. 

Steven let out a small giggle, “You guys are so cute. You two are like grade-schoolers.” 

“Oh, shush.” You said as you felt your face burn, embarrassed that Steven caught what just happened. 

“Shush yourself, hon,” Steven laughed “It seems like Tom found it absolutely adorable.” 

You turned your head back to look at Tom and there with his arms crossed, he was laughing softly. He had his complete attention on you. 

You signalled him to give you a minute as you descend from the platform to greet your ‘boyfriend’. 

Seeing that you both were actors, you had to use your skill sometimes.

“Tommy,” You’ve grown to love that nickname for Tom, knowing that he absolutely despised it. “What are you doing here?” You asked, your tone sickeningly sweet, as you greeted him with a hug. 

For a moment, his eyes flickered upon hearing the nickname you just called him. “Came here to surprise you, princess.” He said with a smirk as he squeezed you in a hug. He knew you hated that nickname too. It was obvious that you two were playing the same game. 

“Oh, but you didn’t have to, Tommy,” You said with a huge smile, the words practically gritting in between your teeth.

“I know,” He replied. What he did next caught you off-guard being that you two never really displayed that amount of PDA out in the open. “However, I do miss my girlfriend and I wanted to surprise her.” He said before he held the side of your face and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. 

Boy, you were surprised alright. 

Some days, you would drop by at Tom’s filming locations. 

Tom had just finished his scene with Jake Gyllenhaal. You decided to visit your ‘boyfriend’ at his set for Far From Home. As soon as the director yelled cut, Tom caught your eye and gave you a wave.

“Are you getting bored, babe?” You turned to the figure who just asked you the question and saw Zendaya wearing her MJ clothes. You’ve grown a huge liking towards Tom’s castmates ever since Tom introduced you to them, especially Zendaya since she’s been nothing but nice to you. 

You gave Zendaya a small smile and shook your head no. You’ve sat and watched them shoot for a little over two hours now, and it was only reasonable that he’d ask how you were doing. 

“You know, you two are absolutely adorable.” She commented as she gave you a playful nudge, sitting next to you. 

“We’re absolutely not,” You chuckled, feeling shy.

“It’s true,” Zendaya laughed “Tom seems like he’s at his happiest whenever he’s with you.” 

As if on cue, Tom started jogging his way towards you and Zendaya with a huge smile on his face. 

“Hi, princess,” Tom engulfed you with a huge hug. “Are you still good? What are you two laughing at?” He asked in the middle of the hug. 

The intimacy you two had to show in public was still something you had to work on-not so much for Tom though. You weren’t used to displaying affection even when you used to date your ex.

“Oh, we’re just laughing at you.” You said nonchalantly, a teasing smile hanging off your lips. 

“Me? Why me?” 

“Because you’ve got it bad for Y/N,” Zendaya answered cheekily, “You’re happier around your girlfriend, Tom.” 

“Yeah, that’s true.” Tom acknowledged making you roll your eyes playfully. “I am at my best whenever I’m around Y/N.” He said as cupped the sides of your face and planted a small kiss on the top of your nose.

You begged to differ. Tom had to act like he’s at his happiest whenever he’s around you. 

“Liv, I look ridiculous. I don’t even have the boobs for this.” You said as you finished putting on the bridesmaid dress and examined your chest, as the dress sported a deep v-neck. You and Veronica were standing in front of a mirror, wearing a floor-length burgundy chiffon dress. 

“Shut up, Y/N,” Veronica said as she fixed the delicately pinned flowers on your hair. “You look great, I think Tom might actually fall in love with you.” Ronnie teased. 

“Fuck off, Ronnie.” You mumbled. “I can’t believe you actually let me invite him, Liv.” You told Olivia, who was busy getting into her wedding dress. 

“Uh, of course. He’s your boyfriend, ‘ya doof.” Olivia, who was putting on her dress behind the dressing panel, said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Also can you two help me with my dress? I need someone to zip me up.” Liv went out wearing a gorgeous wedding dress. It was an off-shoulder sweetheart cut white dress with touches of lace and glimmer. 

“Oh, you look gorgeous, Liv.” Veronica sighed as she stared at Olivia with tears brimming her eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re getting married this soon, girl.” 

“I know,” Olivia agreed, fixing her hair, “but I just love him you know? He makes me a better person. I’ve never felt love like this before.” She said while trying to fight off the tears that were forming on her eyes. 

You and Veronica rushed in to give Olivia a huge hug, tears were close to shedding and all of you didn’t want to sit in the makeup chair again. 

You were so sure that Olivia was rushing to get married, that maybe she wasn’t thinking things through. However, as you saw your best friend be at the happiest she’s ever been, you figured that getting married was probably the most adamant decision Olivia has ever made. 

At 24, Olivia found herself in the arms of the person she’s bound to spend her whole life with. 

“I gotta walk down that aisle before I ruin my makeup completely,” Olivia said half-jokingly, fanning herself. 

And so she did. Olivia managed to walk down the aisle without completely crying her makeup off, Josh, however, lost it. He was fully sobbing as soon as he saw Olivia walk. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the two of them, you saw two people so full of love that the only way to express it was to cry. 

As the ceremony proceeded on, your thoughts were somewhere else. You’ve always wondered if ever you’ll find someone who’ll make you feel the same way as them, that tears would start falling because you were so in love.

However, that would have to wait as you were currently tied with the person you were sure you weren’t going to be in love with. Your gaze automatically went to Tom, who was coincidentally staring at you. You turned your attention back to the couple who were getting married in front of you, your cheeks burning. 

Your mind was about to come up with different possible reasons as to why Tom was staring at you, but you had to stop yourself. You don’t need that in your life. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Ronnie asked as she took a sip of her champagne. You nodded your head and finished your third glass of champagne. “Are you sure? Because I’ve known you long enough to know that you start to drink heavily when something’s bugging you.” 

The reception was over and the newly-wed couple has had their first dance as husband and wife. People were now just letting themselves loose on the dancefloor. 

“I’m fine, Ronnie,” You assured her as you called the waiter to give you another glass. “Don’t mind me, you know how weddings make me feel.” 

“Yes, which is why I’m terrified.” Veronica murmured. 

“Don’t be silly, Ronnie. I can handle myself really.” You said as you scanned the crowd. You saw Tom talking to a couple of girls, seeming like he was desperate to get out of the conversation as soon as possible. 

Soon enough, he caught you staring and it seemed like he was relieved to see you. Not long after, he was practically running to you. 

“Looks like prince charming is coming to get you,” Veronica chuckled as she grabbed her purse and drink from the table. “I’ll see you later, babe. Text me if you’re leaving.” 

“Where are you going and why are you leaving me?” You practically whined. Veronica wasn’t surprised, you were whiny after three drinks. 

“I have to go and meet Josh’s parents, they wanted to see me after mentioning that I was looking for a place that I could do my internship,” Ronnie explained “Besides, it looks like you’re going to be taken care of. If you aren’t, call me ASAP.” 

You huffed and dismissed your friend. As soon as Veronica left, Tom arrived at your table. 

“Oh, thank god I saw you Y/N. It was brutal out there, some people just can’t get a hint-”

“Why are you here?” You asked as soon as Tom sat down next to you. Tom was caught off-guard by your hostility. 

“I-uh, what?” Tom wasn’t really sure what’s happening, sure enough, what he did wrong to have you act this way. This wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he knew that he pressed your buttons way too many times, however, that wasn’t the case. 

“Aren’t you busy talking to those girls over there?” You asked, now grateful for the newly filled glass of champagne that was just handed to you. The waiter was about to give Tom too but he kindly refused. 

“Actually, I was desperate to leave the conversation. It was getting annoying and they kept insisting that I’m just dating you for clout.” Tom explained as he massaged his temples. 

“They weren’t lying.” You mumbled before taking a sip from your glass. “You looked like you were having fun though-which I didn’t mind, by the way.” 

“Y/N-”

“Tom, you know you can just leave all of this, right? Like no one is forcing you to stay this long because you won’t get the short end of the stick. It’s me who's going to get most of the damage.” 

“That’s not true, Y/N. I’m just as affected as you will be.” Tom stressed. “Where is this all coming from?” He asked, getting frustrated. 

Much like Tom, you were getting frustrated too. Why are you being hostile around him? It’s not like he’s actually dating you, you have no reason to act this way. 

“Alcohol makes me see things more clearly,” You muttered. It was all that you could say. After all, nothing was making sense for you.  

“That’s what got us in trouble in the first place,” He claimed as he grabbed your glass and placed it far away from you. Tom stood up and offered his hand to you. “Come, let’s dance. It’ll clear your head.” 

“I don’t want to,” You moaned as you threw your head back. “I planned on drinking so if you’re not going to join me, then just leave.”

Tom shook his head no. “I got a note from Ronnie that I need to stop you after three drinks and apparently, you’re on your fourth so ‘nough is enough, princess.” 

“Even if I’m not going to drink, I’m still not dancing with you.” You said as you crossed your arms. 

“Wanna bet?” You just sat there and listened. You were interested as there was no way in hell he can make you dance. 

“That wasn’t fair, you practically set me up.” You grumbled as Tom happily led you to the dance floor. The jig was if you stood up, you’re automatically going to dance with Tom. 

Being the ‘sneaky little shit’ (Veronica’s choice of words) that Tom was, he secretly texted Ronnie and asked her if she could potentially lure you into assisting her to the washrooms. 

You were skeptical at first, but you eventually obliged. It was Ronnie’s choice of words that made you do it. “Y/N, I swear to god, I’m about to pee. If you don’t help me unzip my dress, I will physically hurt you.” 

Tom was now short of 50 bucks because of that favour. 

“Oh, c’mon, princess. You know that isn’t true.” Tom tried to keep a straight face but obviously failed as he was now grinning at your annoyed face. 

“This is ridiculous, you know that I’m a horrible dancer right?” You said as Tom put your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist. 

“I think I’ll manage, princess.” He chuckled. 

“No, I’m not kidding. You will leave with a huge bruise on your foot-feet. I might step on both of your feet, there’s a huge possibility.”

Tom stared at you for a moment before saying, “I guess it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

They were playing a slower version of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” and you groaned softly. “What’s wrong, princess?” 

“You’ll never let that pet name go, won’t you?” You asked, rolling your eyes. 

“No, I don’t think I will.” He answered cheekily. 

You two slow danced to the melody of the song and you couldn’t help it but say, “God, I love this song. Why did they have to play it?”

“I guess it was meant to be- Oh god, it’s them again,” Tom said as he saw the girls who were trying to steal his attention all night. 

You took a look at the girls and sure enough, they were watching the two of you and were whispering amongst themselves. You didn’t know who they were so you were assuming they were on Josh’s guests. 

You weren’t one to start fights however, you were extremely petty though. It’s a habit you’re trying to get rid of. “Hey, Tom?” 

He hummed in response. “Do you want to finally get them off your back?” You asked him. He stared at you for a moment before nodding. 

“I’m going to do something but promise me you’ll forget it as soon as it’s done.” You disclosed, not even knowing why you’re actually going to do it. 

“Okay...” You knew he was getting curious. “What-”

You grabbed the side of his face and kissed the corner of his lips. To say that both of you were surprised was an understatement. 

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Name | Nickname | Age:  Richard Nathaniel Blackwood Jr. | Nate (exclusively) | 31 Birthday | Astrology:  April 27, 1990 | Taurus  Pronouns | Sexual identity:  He/him | Heterosexual Birthplace | Raised: New York City, NY  Residence:  Downtown Occupation:  Unemployed Faceclaim: Matthew Daddario 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: none? 

TIMELINE: 

1989 - Gwen Davis, daughter of conservative mayoral candidate Ryan Davis, meets Stephen Weiss after his concert and the two spend the night together. The night results in a pregnancy that no one but Gwen want to see carried to term. 

1989 - The Davis and Blackwood family come to an agreement on the future of their children, encouraging (read: requiring) a fast wedding between Gwen and Richard Blackwood to avoid the scandal of a child out of wedlock. 

1989 - a large sum of money is exchanged between Stephen Weiss and Gwen Davis to keep the truth of the child’s parentage. The money is placed in a trust.

1990 - Richard Nathaniel Blackwood Jr is born on April 27

1994-1996 - Nate is placed in various lessons (piano, foreign language) and left mostly in the care of his au pair 

1997 - Nate begins attending Camp Walt Whitman every summer

1998 - Nate asks to be referred to by his middle name exclusively after the older kids at school/camp start calling him Dick Jr. It marks the beginning of the decline of the relationship between father and son

2006 - Nate gets an after school job at a subsidiary of Blackwood Industries

2007 - During a party for his father, Nate gets drunk and chats up a woman he thinks is interested in him and talks openly about his father. An article comes out the following morning detailing the entire affair. Richard Sr. and Nate have it out and do not speak for several months

2008 - Shortly after his mother tells him the truth about his father, Nate is arrested after taking one of his dad’s boats out on a joyride with a woman and crashing it into the docks on the way back in. Money makes the problem more or less disappear, though it further strains the near-nonexistent relationship between Nate and his father

2009 - Nate begins studying business at Brown University

2015 - Several bad business ventures have Nate trying to bridge the gap between his father and himself and prove that he’s worth investing in

2018 - Nate is involved in a public altercation at his father’s 50th birthday party after news of an affair with a married woman made its way to the ear of said woman’s husband 

2020 - Nate invests the entirety of the trust containing the money from his bio dad and several large sums of money from other friends and investors and loses it all

2021 - In a desperate attempt to recoup the money lost (and save his own ass), Nate follows the breadcrumbs leading to Stephen Weiss’ only acknowledged child all the way to DC where he intends to get the money he believes he’s owed

BIOGRAPHY: 

They say heavy is the head that wears the crown, and while the Blackwoods were not royalty by any sense of the word, the name still carried with it weight. It wasn’t just a name, but an expectation. A legacy. And for Nate, it was his biggest adversary.

Richard Nathaniel Blackwood Jr. had been set up to fail from the beginning. In a true show of what Nate believed for all of his childhood to be narcissism, his father had bestowed his name and every single impossible expectation upon him. For reasons he wouldn’t understand until early adulthood, an impossible chasm existed between himself and the man he so desperately wanted to impress.

Gwen Davis was a nineteen year old rebellious daughter of a conservative mayoral candidate. She’d long since perfected the art of getting whatever it was she desired and on a hot night in mid-July of 1989, that was Stephen Weiss. The two shared a night together and went their separate ways. It probably shouldn’t have been such an unexpected surprise when she wound up pregnant, and even less so when it seemed that Gwen was the only one interested in seeing the baby carried to term. In lieu of actually being a parent, Stephen and his team sent along a large sum of money to keep his involvement a secret. That was more than okay with the Davises, who were enraged by the news, worried more about the threat to her father’s mayoral position than the son Gwen would be bringing into the world. They went to work pulling strings and trying to cover their tracks, the answer found in a marriage between Gwen and the son of a family friend, Richard Blackwood. Though the Blackwoods didn’t come from old money-- its origin only two generations back-- they had their hands in a little bit of everything. The union hadn’t come out of nowhere (which made the haste in which they married less suspect), but it was not necessarily what either of them would have chosen for themselves. It was a marriage of convenience, of favors, and of power.

Life was… fine. Nate was born after a lengthy labor and they settled into a routine that worked for a while, but then Gwen found that she was still too young, too rebellious, to be tied down by a child and resentment set in. It was a different kind of resentment than the kind wielded by the man who masqueraded as his father, but it was felt nonetheless. But again, that was fine. He had a wet nurse and then an au pair and they were fine-- if not a bit too easy to manipulate. And yes, it seemed that was a trait passed down beautifully from mother to son. It was a craft to be honed and perfected, practiced on the unsuspecting children and teachers at school.

As Nate grew, so too did his need for acceptance. It wasn't until he began attending Camp Walt Whitman that he realized most families didn't appear nearly as fractured as his felt. He'd thought the impossibility that was impressing his father was simply a part of the deal. He'd thought yearning for acknowledgement to be just another component in the equation of family. The realization had him cultivating a resentment of his own. He became angry, began to act out in ways he hadn’t before, began to draw the kind of attention to himself that turned little Richard Jr. into the butt of a small dick joke. So he became Nate. Richard Jr. hadn’t known any better, but Nate? Nate knew how to charm, how to sweet talk, how to channel his endless rage into a symphony loud enough to gain the attention of his parents.

The rift between himself and his father only began to grow larger and while he’d go to his grave swearing he didn’t give a single fuck about what his father thought of him, it seemed that some days, that longing for acceptance was the only thing driving him forward. His father was a businessman, so he tried to show an interest in business. His father liked golfing, so he practiced alone in his room with a solo cup and a club stolen from an old set stashed away in the attic. None of it mattered.

So, eventually, he did the opposite. He leaned into the role of the slighted son. He got drunk at a party meant to honor his father and some new business venture or big sale or who-gives-a-fuck, and aired his grievances to a pretty stranger. Reading his words in print the next morning had only solidified the notion for him that it was never about him, only about what he could offer. To her, it had been an exposé, to his father, it had been an embarrassment. The silent treatment that followed could be felt spanning coasts.

Right at the start of the summer before he went off to college, his world changed. In perhaps the least tactful way she could manage, his mother dropped the bomb about his biological father. It felt as though the floor had fallen out from underneath him. He didn’t know how to process or how to cope and he had no one he could talk to about it. So he did what he did best: he acted out. He stole his dad’s boat: a feat that ended with the vessel crashed into the docks and Nate in jail. Money made the problem go away, polished off his record, just in time for him to attend Brown.

He was good at college, he found. Maybe not so much the academia of it all, but the partying? Aced it. But still, that niggling need to please his father-- even if the man wasn’t really his father at all-- rotted in the back of his mind. It drove him to desperation in his professional life and found him fumbling through one bad venture after another. He made risky moves knowing that if only ONE came through, it could change everything. But they never did. Instead, he found himself on the knuckle end of an angry husband whose wife had apparently been Nate’s woman of the week. It was his father’s fiftieth birthday party and even though Nate hadn’t known she was married (though… it likely wouldn’t have mattered if he had), it changed nothing. The tenuous and tattered relationship with his father all but dissolved in that ballroom. He thought he’d known desperation before, but he knew then that the damage was irreparable. He had nothing to show for anything.

In a last ditch effort, Nate came up with a business plan. He emptied the trust left behind by his biological father-- money he promised himself he’d never touch-- and somehow managed to convince some acquaintances and bigwigs to invest money in his newest venture. It should have worked. It should have, but it didn’t. He lost everything: his money, their money. All of it. Gone. And because Nate has always been captain of good ideas, instead of facing the people whose money he lost, he tracked down the only child his sperm donor seemed to give a shit about. Sure, he was gone. But his money wasn’t. And he owed him that, at least, didn’t he?

Nate is written by Jamie.

#district character bio. #c; nate blackwood #matthew daddario fc #pronouns; he/him #residence; downtown #writer; jamie

[throwaninkpot]

My reactions to reading RotT. Part 1!

seeing all the books listed before the title page. crying.

to sounis. crying.

I WAS JUST THINKING IN MY REREAD THAT A TABLE OF CONTENTS WOULD BE DOPE.

this would be why he's only just learning to read when we meet him in TaT. bc he has horrific ableist parents and his nurse probably can't read herself, and so she couldn't teach him even if she wanted to.

"I bit him hard on the ball" 😳 "--of his shoulder" 😑

"my father is easygoing" *6 pages later* "one time my father kicked me so hard I had to spend an entire winter in bed" pheris, I'll kill him for you.

good job, gen. take care of the child.

"not everything that is easy for you is easy for the rest of us" holy smokes.

the unified crest!!!! (it reminds me of gen's coat from the official art, but not quite.)

"people love a dancing bear. no one wants to be one."

matching embroidery. awwwwww.

gen, babe, I feel you. I feel you. somedays I would like to be dead if it meant not getting out of bed and seeing people, but I swear to the GODS, gen, don't even joke about being dead. don't you speak that into being.

"if you were dead, we couldn't just leave you alone" they've learned how to deal with him.

he smiles at pheris, and that's the first time he smiles in the books.

"attolia raised an eyebrow, too much a queen to say anything else." I am madly in love.

"at a very minor goddess's altar [...] he closed his eyes and lay still for some time" mystery goddess????????

there's a lot of pheris being distraught by noise and disorder and movement and touch. he liked watching the order of the servants and the bees back at the villa. that's all I'm saying. idk.

gen sees earrings and that Activates Interest, no mask can keep that excitement hidden. heiro is so funny and a good friend.

his family aggressively trying to trick and politick gen into self-care.

they're his family, I just realized. wife and cousins, now that sophos has married helen. sophos was his family in affection before, but now he is legally as well I'm emotions.

"there were eleven, a frustrating number" hmmm. the whole thing with the orange. hmmmm.

"smacking people will not persuade them" idk it worked for gen in KoA.

exchange on pg 71 feels vaguely directed at the fandom.

"as your kind always fall" OKAY, BUT. IS THAT THE FALL OF A THIEF? THE FALL OF A KING'S REIGN? WHAT KIND DOES MOIRA MEAN? IS HE STILL A THIEF?

"men fall in battle [...] they fall ill" SEE, THAT'S PRECISELY WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. H E C K.

"wouldn't it cause confusion having two cleons?" I'm entirely confident that megan whalen turner has never heard the name of jonny sims much less knows who he is and about his infamous naming conventions, but nonetheless, mwt has thrown some major shade at jonny sims.

"verimus pursued the poet lavia, who wrote terrible poetry about celia, one of the queen's attendants" oh?

"why a guard stared at layteres, the second son of baron xortix, and why layteres pretended so poorly not to notice" oh??

costis name drop!!!

"I remember this moment particularly because died clopius died trying to protect the king after the ambush at the roadside tomb" I'm sorry, what?

why do characters keeping writing in-universe fic mocking my boy

Bythesea. By the sea. I'm so angry.

What ambassador hurt Megan that she has to drag their ilk through the mud and fire so

What if Cenna were one of his sisters or a niece

"Costis may still be alive" I'm an idiot, bc of COURSE this takes place during his travels int he mede empire, bc pheris only just got here. but it took until this line for the timeline to click in my head. and for me to realize that irene is pregnant rn. we will see the pregnancy. and....what happens.

"oh, what a lie that was" I see, that is how they say I love you.

I'm so sad. Juridius loved him and used to be his brother. honestly, and you know I don't cuss, but fuck their parents and the household for making a child choose between loving his sibling and being treated well by the rest of his family.

he's singing "the king's wedding night". I can't, I can't. have you no shame, boy.

SOPHOS. XD

gen having a pitcher of water dumped on his head and then just crawling up a wall like a vengeful spider.

my laughter immediately turns to terror. gen, you were JUST given a prophecy that you will die from a fall. be careful!

I keep needing to take breaks bc this is So Much. just the reality of holding this and reading this and turning pages.

"unwanted attention he paid to the women of the court" what is it with sexist ambassadors in these books, huh?

excUSE ME? EXCuse ME? not even nahuserfush was so rude and forward as to call her "irene". please, go kindly impale yourself on gen's hook.

"ugly women do not?" ANSFKSGMDJSHHSV.

KILL.

KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL

oh, I feel physically sick.

they deserve that. they deserve a little rest, and to take over a council room for a nap and cuddles.

he sexually harrasses and assaults the queen, and HE thinks HE deserves an apology for receiving a modicrum of punishment. I hate that I'm not surprised. I've met his type.

how are people still coming to this country and underestimating them????????????

good, dite has him. dite will be a good influence.

pheris and juridius are both children. this is so cruel of erondites.

gen sailing over the fence. no one told me this was going to be a comedy.

oh.

I spoke too soon about the comedy.

genny.

the only person who has called him genny before was megan on her tumblr, so I read that message in megan's voice. it is also very like megan to request earrings.

the dolphin signet ring returns! (briefly.)

megan, how come relius gets to know how old pheris is but we don't? >:[

okay, enough hmm-ing. you know what? pheris has autism. I was kinda wondering even back in tat, and I'm just very happy.

"by then, I knew why the guard Legarus stared with such anger and misery at Baron Xortix's younger son" okay, this in the context of love and being in love. idk if that's just meant to be him being jealous maybe bc the baron's son is dating someone he likes? or? megan said Legarus the Awesomely Beautiful and Gay.

relius where did you go?????? establishing a spy network mayhaps??? with some kick butt spy ladies like heiro and agape???

"one would have thought relius would be done with love and lovers, but I'd seen a veritable parade of them. none of his affairs lasted long, and I'd witnessed several spats when he showed someone the door." s... s. sexy. sexy relius canon. why. why this. dear God, why this.

the art in the middle is BEAUTIFUL. but the two dead birds at the bottom left corner have me worried for symbolic reasons.

#queen's thief #return of the thief #rott #rott spoilers #qt spoilers #this has been a post

[princess-of-the-corner]

So I totally forgot to drop the fifth part of the Thieves in Time Rewrite months ago. Whoops. 

I think it’s because I wasn’t super happy with it but fuck it. Let’s do this. 

Finally, onto the Thieves in Time Rewrite: Episode 5; It Ends at the Beginning. 

Like Episode 3, I’m replacing the Cooper that they end up with. If y’all have kept up with my old posts, you know what’s coming >:3c

So! Actual story!

The gang lands in this Time but don't know when they are just that they were following anomalies in Time. They start trying to figure out when they are.

Sly's first out of the van, and is looking at a house in a normal neighborhood. However, he immediately recognizes it. This also sends him into a straight up ptsd flashback and he just scrambles back into the van, curled up and hyperventilating. The rest of the gang is confused and trying to calm him down. Completely forgetting about the question of 'when are they', until Murray comments that Sly hasn't had an attack this bad since the early days of the orphanage. Which makes Bently put the pieces together like "oh shit!!"

Right then, they hear a knock on the van door and a voice asking "are you having some car trouble?"

Because sure it's the middle of the night but Conner Cooper is going to notice a van parked in his driveway and come to investigate. 

Conner also eavesdropped a bit before announcing his presence. So he heard them wondering 'when they are', and has already put together that Time Travel is involved, and they're probably not innocent road trippers. But he doesn't know if they're friend or foe. 

Until he looks in the van and sees Sly. Because everything about Sly screams "Cooper", from the outfit to the cane(that he is currently gripping like a lifeline).

However, Conner has yet to pinpoint how far in the future they're from or what triggered Sly's flashback. Still, realizing this is another Cooper and his Gang, he invites them inside. 

It takes a little while because Sly needs to calm down enough, but Conner is patient because he knows what ptsd is like. 

Oddly enough, the one that helps the most is Penelope. Not that the others don't help. But with Carmelita, Sly gets that guilt/shame 'I don't want you to see me like this' feeling. That's less with Bently and Murray since they've seen this before, but since he's known them for so long the flashback memories are melding and mixing in his panicked state, and it's hard to remember that he's here now and not that little kid in the orphanage waking up from a nightmare. 

Penelope, on the other hand, is a newer face that Sly isn't in any way intimate with. Seeing her helps ground him in remembering what's going on and helps pull him out of spiraling memories. 

Sly's panic goes up and down as they enter the house. Seeing the livingroom definitely hits hard. It looks so normal, but it overlaps with his memory of upturned and bloodsoaked furniture. And god he fully freezes as they pass the closet. It gets better once the group enters the dining room. 

At this point, Dahlia, Conner’s wife and Sly’s mom, has come downstairs as well. She was concerned at how long Conner was taking and was fully prepared to throwdown with whoever. Seeing the group though...

Dahlia knows something is up. She has seen enough stuff from her days running with Conner's crew to be used to it. And she's intrigued to see another Cooper. 

But yeah Sly's still in panic and Dahlia's mom instincts kick in and she starts making tea to help calm him. 

Once Sly's calm enough to talk again, they begin to explain why they're here. An enemy is using Time Travel to mess with Cooper history. The gang tracked an anomaly to this Time. They even start discussing the ancestors that they already met. 

Then Conner and Dahlia ask how far in the future they're from, and everyone hesitates, wondering how to break it to them. 

They're sidetracked by a new voice, sleepily asking what's going on. Everyone looks over to see a six-year-old!Sly standing in the doorway, having been woken up by the noise. 

Past!Sly realizes there are five new people and is super excited to meet them!! And asks a million questions! 

It's when Past!Sly gets to Future!Sly that things go a little heartbreaking. The conversation is like:

Past!Sly: "My name's Sly! Are you a Cooper? You look like a Cooper! You're a raccoon and you have the cane and everything! Are you a cousin or something?

Future!Sly: "Actually, I'm from the future! And my name's also Sly!"

Past!Sly: "Wow that's cool! Isn't it cool mom and dad?!"

Future!Sly: "Yeah, mom and dad. Isn't that cool?"

And yeah they don't even have to say it because as soon as both Slys were side-by-side with nearly identical grins… it clicked. 

It takes a little bit to put Past!Sly to bed. Then they go back to talking. 

However, Dahlia realized something. The way Sly had reacted to them, to this house. She knows something happens. And she asks. 

At first, the gang refuses to tell them. Because Timelines. But Conner and Dahlia say that while they're not going down without a fight, they're not going to change it. Just tell them how long. 

Of course once Sly starts confessing to that, pretty much most of the incident gets discussed. Including some things Carmelita and Penelope didn't know about because Sly hadn't felt up to sharing (like, they knew how his parents died but they didn't know Sly was there).

Sly mentions Clockwerk and we hints to things about Clockwerk. Even Conner doesn’t 100% know what’s up with Clockwerk’s hatred of Coopers, as that got lost over time. But he does know that Clockwerk is dangerous and isn’t surprised that’s how he gets killed. 

After that, it turns into recapping everything else in Sly's life. Like how he met the rest of the Gang and all their adventures. Not every detail, but some of the bigger jobs or more fun anecdotes. Or really stupid decisions. And the fact that Sly and Carmelita are planning a wedding and baby is already on the way.

Eventually they get around to what they're supposed to be doing here. Apparently, this is right before Conner pulled that job that Le Paradox's dad was arrested over. 

They assume that Le Paradox is teaming up with his own father and intending to turn the tables on what happened that night, solidifying their legacy and getting Conner arrested. 

Well two can play at that game! They have a whole team to take them on. 

For now they get some sleep because its like 3 am now.

The next day they meet two new people. Alice LaChance and her daughter Daphne, the Cooper's Rabbit neighbors. Sly is hit with nostalgia and a little guilt for kind of forgetting about them because of the trauma and being dumped in an orphanage but you know. Daphne is the same age as Past!Sly and was his best friend back then. Alice was mostly the babysitter when Conner and Dahlia were working, and isn't super involved in the heists, but does have a few tricks up her sleeves. 

The whole group plans and bonds together and goes through all the hoops casing the joint and getting past security and eventually Sly and Conner face off against LeParadox and his father. Obviously they win. 

But there are complications. The changes in the Timeline that LeParadox caused made the cops show up early. The place is surrounded and the usual escape routes are covered. Again, LeParadox wanted to make sure Conner couldn't slip away even if he failed the heist. But that's backfired now. 

They're panicking and trying to think of a plan when Carmelita spies the one leading the arrest. She just laughs at their luck before saying they have a plan. 

The Cooper gang all hide, with only Carmelita and the handcuffed LeParadoxes in plain view for Inspector Diego Fox.

Carmelita explains the truth. That she's his daughter from the future and was chasing a gang of criminals put together by LeParadox. 

But she also tells him that to preserve that future, he has to let the Coopers go. Even emphasizing that without the Coopers, the world would be even more fucked in the future. Also letting a "if you don't help this future exist then you're also erasing your future grandkid" slip in. 

Diego is, understandably, thrown for a loop. But after Carmelita proves she's really who she says she is, he does listen. 

The cop in him really doesn't want to let the Coopers go. But… much like Carmelita, he knows that the world isn't all black and white. If he has to let them go for the greater good, then, well, as far as anyone else will know, only LeParadox Sr. was involved in tonight's heist.

There's no cliffhanger damn it(Other than the potential hints about Clockwerk’s past that could be used for another game)! Everyone goes back to the Future, LeParadox is thrown in jail, much to the super confusion of Carmita's superiors.

The Gang gets back to smaller heists and busts, along with wedding planning and a baby. 

The last thing is an epilogue: Sly reconnecting with Alice and Daphne. 

Alice is still in that same house. Sly takes a quick visit to his old house too. It's abandoned now, and run down. Violent deaths of criminals don't help real estate sales.

Alice is shocked but happy to see Sly. One of the first things she does is apologize though. For not being able to help. Not with the fact that Conner and Dahlia were killed, because she couldn't have done much that night. But for what happened after. 

After that night, when she found out that Sly was spared, she tried to find him. But he was already lost in the system. 

Sly reassures her that it's okay. He knows she tried and honestly, after all the Timeline Shenanigans, he's really come to terms with the fact that despite the bad things in this Timeline, he wouldn't trade it for anything.

The epilogue ends with Alice telling Sly about Daphne and her wife, and Sly inviting all of them to the wedding.

#Sly Cooper #Thieves in Time Rewrite