#bing bam boom here we are

[xjustakay]

✺ (2/16) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: tear — 1,058 words (college/uni au; when your boyfriend tries to distract you from working on your schoolwork and you’re so strong about it)

At this point, Regulus is about ten seconds from bashing his head into the table. He’s been in the library study room for hours already, only so much time still left on the max amount that he’s allowed to use it for. Just a little while longer to get some of the piled up work he needs to get done, and then he can take a break.

And yet.

Groaning, he sinks enough in his chair to thump his forehead onto the tabletop. Whose grand fucking idea was it to get a masters degree? Why did he think that was a good plan? This thesis is going to be the death of him.

You could still drop out. There’s still time to do that. You’re smart, you’re pretty, you’ve finished enough school, you’ll figure it out. You can just—

The study room door opens, cutting his spiral short. Regulus lifts his head, automatically ready to snap at whoever’s come to interrupt him before his time in the room is up. Except when he sees that it’s James, his annoyed expression quickly melts away.

There’s a to-go coffee cup and a white paper bag in James’ hand, the other reaching out to push the door shut quietly behind him. He comes around the far end of the large table —too large for one person, really, but Regulus has a couple books, his laptop, and various notes scattered over it, taking up space. James still finds an empty spot beside his laptop to set the bag and cup down then bends to kiss the top of Regulus’ head.

Regulus tilts back to look up at him. “I thought you were at the gym.”

“Baby, I went to the gym at like eight-thirty. It’s eleven now,” James chuckles, sliding his hand back and forth between his shoulders. He nods his head toward what he’s brought when Regulus quirks a brow at him wordlessly. “Figured you didn’t have anything before coming here.”

“I had a coffee already,” Regulus replies.

“And did you eat?”

He drops his chin, eyeing the white paper bag with a barely hidden sheepish look.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.” James squeezes his shoulder then moves around where Regulus sits to plop into one of the chairs closest to him. “It’s one of those almond croissants you can never say no to, so.”

Regulus’ lips tick upward into a gentle smile, gaze flicking sideways. “Oh, you’re really going for it, are you?”

“Going for what?” James asks, feigning innocence.

With a knowing roll of his eyes, Regulus reaches for the bag, pulls out the croissant, and settles it on the outside. He tears a piece off and pauses before bringing it to his mouth, swiveling his chair to knock his knee into James’.

“I told you, I have to stay here for at least three hours. I have too much work to get done.” Regulus pops the bite of food in his mouth, chews and swallows before tilting his head. “You don’t get to try to butter me up and pull me away from it.”

James narrows his eyes at him a little, thumbs tapping over his shirt where he keeps his hands folded on his stomach. “Maybe I’m just being nice.”

“Mm, and why should I believe you?”

“Because I’m always nice.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.”

“Come on now, love, you know I’m only mean to you when you ask me to be.” James winks, his grin inching wider when Regulus blushes at the insinuation.

He swallows another bite of food with a shake of his head, washing it down with a sip of coffee —black with one sugar, just like James knows he prefers it. He sets the cup back down and proceeds to point at the door James came through.

“Get out.”

Like the flip of a switch, James goes from playful to downright pouty, huffing petulantly and slumping in his chair.

“Regulus, it’s the weekend,” He complains.

“It’s Friday. Still a week day,” Regulus points out.

“Close enough,” James grumbles. He sits up straight abruptly again, leaning forward to press his elbow into the table, chin propped in his palm. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Your dick isn’t going to write my thesis, I’m afraid.”

James snorts, looking terribly smug as his hazel eyes drop to Regulus’ mouth then dart back up again. “Could write your thesis on it, though, couldn’t you? In more ways than one.”

“Out,” Regulus emphasizes, blushing bright red up to his ears. “I can’t deal with you for at least another hour. Leave me alone.”

“About to shed a tear here, baby,” James jokes, bringing a hand to his chest in further dramatics.

“Then cry about it. Somewhere else, ideally,” Regulus says.

Laughing, James seems to concede to his dismissal because he pushes up from his chair. He leans one hand on the table and tucks the other beneath Regulus’ chin to tilt his head back. 

Despite kicking his boyfriend out, Regulus sighs contently, eyes falling shut when James dips down and presses a lingering kiss to his lips. No matter his insistence to avoid distraction, kissing James is one lovely indulgence Regulus will not deprive himself of. James’ thumb brushes over his chin before he touches their foreheads together.

“An hour?” James checks.

“At least,” Regulus confirms.

“Okay, fine.” James kisses him one, two, three more quick times before separating. “You’ve got this, love. Don’t stress yourself out too much.”

Regulus hums, nodding his head, watching James head for the door. “Thank you for the breakfast.”

“Of course.” James pauses with his hand on the handle, glancing him over one more time, warm smile and fond gaze unfading. “Love you.”

He tries, he really does, to contain the smile that tugs at his lips, making his own affection unbearably obvious when he ultimately fails. He typically does now. Regulus Black, made soft after all. He can’t even be mad about it anymore, not when being with James feels as good as it does.

Breathing in deep through his nose, Regulus mentally steels himself against the swoop in his stomach and a resolve that could crumble fast if James stays for too much longer. 

“Love you,” He says in return. And because he has to, obviously, he tacks on an additional, playful, “Now leave.”

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #dedicated to mil who said ‘i love your uni microfics’ and i said ‘okay i’ll write you another one’ #bing bam boom here we are #they’re so sweet and silly and in love #and i love them dearly #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

[official-hungry-eye]

Hi, fellow space-born hivemind roommate of the troglodyte who asked before.

The roots have implanted through the drywall in this (now assumed) infected’s room, and it’s only a matter of time before something stupid happens which ends up killing my host. I turned off the electricity for his room using the breaker box.

Unfortunately, I forgot to update the single-mind and the walking botany club about it, leading to the infected actually leaving his room to utilize electricity and “sleeping” (?) (he might be awake?) (I’m not part of the Iris I wouldn’t know how roots affect the “unconscious”) during the process. The single-minded is about as smart as her human mimicry is affective and bing-bam-boom here we are.

An update picture featuring a corpse descended the cosmos & one of your Earthen creations:

Honestly the bigger concern is how human he can act. He was already entirely rooted to a basement wall and full of holes when I found him and extracted him, I’m fairly certain if I sliced him in two right now he’d just melt into a pile of roots. He only mimics words, but occasionally he shows more. . . Human qualities. It’s discomforting at best to see what should be a rotting carcass play video games and attempt sarcasm.

WE THINK YOU SHOULD LET HIM DO AS HE PLEASES. HE'S AT THE END OF HIS LIFE AFTER ALL. HOSPICE IS IMPORTANT

#gemini home entertainment #DEBATING WHETHER WE SHOULD TAG OUR FRIENDS IN MIDWEST ANGELICA...

[howdydopillar]

So something in my mind was… telling me to make this. Despite me no longer liking this piece of media (that shall not be named… at all. sadly. but if you know, you know.) anymore due to how uncomfortable it makes me now but I will always adore one thing about it… 

The cute little characters and their designs.

It’s a shame that they all have to go through those… Violent and gruesome deaths, something made me remember an old thing I was going to create back a few years ago,

Which was this;

A fan reboot of… (what’s an alternate name we can call it…… uh…. “Cheerful Evergreen Buddies”… Thanks Thesaurus!) but make it a slice of life, remove the gore, remove the deaths the characters go through, make the characters who had disabilities have better representations and portrayals since it won’t be for humor or for making fun of AT ALL compared to the original media, make the characters have personalities, also tweak the characters design a little (maybe give those without outfits… outfits!), and yeah! All of that stuff that make it really interesting for a slice of life! Backstory! A story in general! Bing! Bam! Boom! 

(of course, it won’t be an official reboot… there won’t be any sorta show or anything… just… idk? I guess whatever we want?)

Separate it completely from the original media because this is its own thing! Different universe! Different things! But we’re not gonna be like “pfft we don’t care about the characters, we’re just gonna do what we want like those weird reboots you see!” BECAUSE NO! despite how unfamiliar and untrusting it may seem to you… we do care about the characters, and we love them! That’s why we’re doing this in the first place! 

Soooo yeah! That’s kinda the gist of it!

Anyways, I’m probs gonna end this whole post here… I was gonna write more BUT while I was writing this (which was… last night) I was having a killer headache going on…

#☆ (it’s time to make history!) #uhhh no other separate tag for this one for now since idk what to call this thing. #obviously no tags for this fandom. Me and my homies HATE this fandom. 🧍🧍👎👎 #but uh. I’ll add content warning mentioning this media if anyone wants me to! I don’t mind!

[leo-kinnie]

I THINK I FIGURED IT OUT (this is a joke btw):

Saddly, due to the Oddyessy Shard being sharp and the size of Donnie's palm, (the average palm size is 3.3 inches and we can assume it's 1 in wide, your small intestine is about 1 in wide, soooooooooooooo) It will most likely pierce/clog your intestines

WHICH MEANS NO SWALLOWING IT WHOLE :(

Anyway, it is also extremely painful to touch, and we can assume it has lasting side affects. Which is not very good

The positives are however: It looks yummy, probably tastes yummy, and gives you sick-ass powers

So you would first need to build up an immunity to it, as we can see Donnie probably already has.

So you first touch the Shard, unavoidable, ouchy, not very pleasant. If I'm right, you might want to hang around w/ it for a while in order to build up a possible immunity.

After some ninpo extracting, headaches, yadda yadda, I'd say in maybe a year or two(?) you can consume it

There's our issue

You might be able to grind it up into powder, then you're good to go! But if it's indestructible thats a whole new subject

I'd say so leave it in a sealed container full off water for months, maybe to extract the juices (yum) But also so the water catches the particles that seem to emit off of it

Take some of the glowy magic fun stuff, add it in, bing bam boom you got some Oddyessy Shard Lemonade :)

My work here is done.

yknow when i made the NLTL au i never expected yall to try to eat the odyssey shards but here we are

#you've truly outdone yourself #ask

[transingthoseformers]

Hmm. So.

How the fuck did they manage to create the RotF sparklings without the Allspark shards?

So, let's think of our options. Sexual reproduction, (which Hasbro continuously denounces), cloning (oooh! I get to talk about the different kinds of cloning!), budding in a way, protoforms that were stashed away on the Fallen's ship in stasis, maybe a previously unknown form of asexual reproduction!

Now, logically speaking, we know that sexual interfacing is probably not canon. Probably, perhaps. Bayverse is the continuity that makes the second most amount of implicating jokes. The first being Jro's work naturally. Anyways. We're temporarily going to forget about Occam's razor. Yes, sadly in bayverse Cybertronians experiencing sexual attraction is canon thanks to you wheelie you little heterochromic shit. But little known fact sexual attraction doesn't mean sexual reproduction, as demonstrated by the lesbian lizards. For all we know, Wheelie could've been ah getting off purely on the psychological aspect alone.

So, there are multiple forms of cloning actually. There's the typical cloning you might be thinking of, which is essentially mitosis but complex lifeforms. Well, errors can occur which allows unicellular organisms to mutate a little bit as a treat and mutation means adapting and evolution. Perhaps the terms eggs and hatchlings is a bit of a misnomer in this case?

There's reproductive cloning, where the genetic material of one creature's somatic cells (body cells) are put into the egg cell of another creature, that zygote is transplanted into a surrogate animal where it's gestated like average, and bing bam boom when it's born there's an almost perfect copy of the original! And, this method means the resulting clone technically has three parents! Though, some catches do occur here. All three individuals involved kinda have to be female, it needs cells, and well gametes have to be involved which are a major part of sexual reproduction. That's why you'll see it in species that used to reproduce sexually, or species that use asexual and sexual reproduction.

There's genetic cloning, which we have precedent for in canon considering Shockwave's predacons,, bayverse's introduction of Galvatron, the majority of the protoform stuff, and tbh tbh the scanning of altmodes in a way. The most popular example of such would be you guessed it Jurassic park, which as someone who plans to major in biology is Highly inaccurate to how cloning, DNA, and dinosaurs work. Less well known. This is how viruses work. The problems we run into is our favorite paradox, which came first the chicken or the egg. "Where did the first set of genes come from???" Exactly. You could argue that Cybertronians are technically derived from an altered genome of a species that sexually reproduced that Quintessa found, artificially creating a biologically asexual race. The catches? It's damn hard to do this kind of reproduction without a container for said genetic material. We see this with the human scientists using Megayron's CNA as a building guideline, and with the protoforms. Iicr, in bayverse we see that the autobots were essentially visually the same before scanning altmodes. This may very well be are most canonically compliant answer right here actually. But... again, this does not explain them being called eggs and doesn't explain where protoforms come from at all. You could say "But Riot, the protoforms are made of Senti Metallico (however you spell that lol) " and my answer is what technically is that and where does that come from? The movies also refer to it as Cybertronium which??? Is considered an element but it's clearly somewhat alive but anyways we get no answers.

Unknown form of asexual reproduction is goddamn unknown, making this category purely speculative. Perhaps as I've mentioned the terms eggs and hatchlings, and are glyphs that didn't have an Earth equivalent so the translators chose the next best options. Maybe cyberforming material is on its own self replicating, which raises questions of its own. Mayve it's extradimensional supernatural bullshit which i don't like this answer as it's equivalent to "suspend your disbelief' wHich I don't like i like answers.

#transformers #tf worldbuilding? #maccadam #cybertronian biology #this is an analysis of canon to the best kf my ability #thanks to you wheelie you little heterochromic shit #yes there is a whole species of lesbian lizards #also it's highly highly improbable that Cybertronians (if any alien species) has biological sex that works just like ours #not even all earth species have biological sexes that works like that #and i stg if te/rfs even think about finding this post... (I've had a lot of trouble on tumblr with those) #riot rambles

[viridessense]

Ready, set, ah fuck

I’m back on my a/b/o shit yo, but make it Top Gun.

For more about this au, check out the "viri does top gun" tag!

I’ve been agonising about how to swing this for like two weeks, but now I’m at a point where I might be kinda happy with the foundations of it, so I’m putting it on here in the faint hope that it’ll pressure me into sticking with it(hehe because that always works).

SO! Because military setting(gross for realsies, fuck yeah for fic amirite?) it’s a wee bit tricky, but let’s say I like a challenge. What I do know is that it basically floats around a few hard yesses that I started out with:

Maverick is am omega, which means that in some point in the 80s it should have been legal for omegas to join the navy.

Ice Man is an alpha, and because we want maximum angst, we’re just gonna go ahead and say that at that point, fraternising within your unit was a BIG NO.

Ice already had two kids by the time he went to Top Gun. I’m thinking marriage/pack bond of convenience, because he’s from a rich(Richy richidy RIIIICH) family, receiving his inheritance is contingent upon some stupid shit like whether or not you’re married with kids and at which level in your career you are. Sarah! Lovely society beauty omega Sarah would also like to get her inheritance thank you very much, and to get the fuck out from under her family’s thumb. They make bored-to-tears eye-contact at a gala and it was lets-be-rich-and-independent-together-also-hey-you’re-pretty-great at first sight. (Later, when Sarah is introduced to fellow omega Olivia Kerner, Ice has to threaten Slider with bodily harm if he doesn’t stop laughing, because now he has TWO omegas in his pack that are neither related nor attracted to him).

Of the dagger squad, Bob, Phoenix and Fritz are omegas, Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Halo and Yale are alphas, with Coyote, Fanboy, Harvard and Omaha as betas (and boy, did I overthink this to the high heavens. There’s a chart. It’s colour-coded).

These are the four laws of Viri’s Top Gun Omegaverse, around which everything else was contructed, kinda. So, as I mentioned, maximum angst required. So prior to let’s say, 1980(this might change because, uh, space and future and stuff) omegas were not permitted to join the armed forces because the contemporary family unit would’ve been threatened!!! But ya’ll know about the sexual liberation of the 60-70s, and so things were a’changin’. There was also! The first successful, long-term birth control method(suppressants) which meant the nay-sayers lost their ace. So, during the 80’s the law banning omegas was lifted, and voila, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mithcell waltzed(read; clawed, kicked, swung) his way in and bam.

But then there were some…issues. Mainly that suppressants, especially the kind the brass recommended, were not that reliable and were actually pretty fucking catastrophically bad for some users. Quite a few lawsuits dominated headlines for the latter half of the 80s and ultimately the powers that be put the issue of omegas in the military under a moratorium, which meant no new omegas could join, and omegas that had already joined were holding onto their jobs by the skin of their teeth.

For Mav, that meant agreeing to be a test subject for some things [cough super soldier cough] and a few years later, BAM a brand new product hit the omega birth control market: the implant.

How this new implant works is that it prevented heats until a certain threshold of ‘happy, pack, nesting’ hormones was met, after which it only kept them regular and prevented babies. Badda bing badda boom, heats during deployments problem solved, right??

Well, no. Because where before there was mostly warrior packs(something left over from ancient-ish times, where soldiers were harvesting when they weren’t fighting), where betas, alphas and yes, even omegas, only formed a bond based on like, camaraderie, you-watch-my-back-I’ll-watch-yours stuff. Temporary, an instinctual drive towards conflict-resolution(lol idk) and mutual survival! Warrior packs also tend to be way bigger, whereas family packs, even before The Contemporary Family Unit, tended to be small. 50 people vs. 12, maybe 15, far often even fewer than that. However, the unforeseen side effect of the implant was that omegas only went into heat with people they really trusted and even felt compatible with. Which, shocker apparently to the people in charge, can totally be the people you’re deployed with.

And so, for the first time since the light bulb and the industrial revolution, family packs emerged. Where you get any number of alphas, betas and omegas living together, thriving, living their best lives, and not necessarily cohabitating with the sole purpose of reproducing! Back in Ye Olden Days, you could have a massive fucking house with like, four family units smooshed together, sharing resources and childcare. In modern times, it’s a little more transient, in that most people enter a family pack during their college years, basically a pack to mature and grow with that isn’t your parents, until you find The One(or two) and form a Contemporary Family Unit(wow I’m getting tired of hearing myself think that). So you deploy with you Ship Family, kinda, and come back to your Home Family(though with time these came to overlap, A Lot).

(Yes what I’m saying is that the Top Gun Class of 86 formed the first ever military family pack and it’s all Mav’s fault)

Anyway for now I’ll stop rambling. This was mostly to sort it out in my head, because I tend to ramble(yes, even more than here) when its just myself in my notebook, and because I’m lazy half of it doesn’t get written down and thus forgotten or tripped over later as a plot/logic-hole.

#top gun maverick fanfiction #viri does top gun #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/o/b #fictional birth control baybee #omega pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #top gun : maverick #top gun omegaverse #icemav #ice and slider have sisters who are lesbians and love each other #what was ice supposed to do #NOT give them a safe haven to be together and raise a family in???? #worldbuilding #omegaverse worldbuilding #omegaverse in a military setting

[garys-chimera-logs]

S: So here’s the plan… We find a way to access some of the private files for project Wolf, calculate Salad Face’s PSI tolerance, then we hook him up here to your Geiger counter and my radar, bing bam boom! We find your missing chimera and the Colonel!

I: And, um… If I may, Sheep, where exactly are we going to find your… “Salad Face”?

S: Same place we out all of our other failed projects!

Tanetane Island!

#chimera logs au #mother 3 #plot #captain maxwell bates #major isabella #captain sheep #thank you unfreiz for letting me use sheep for this arc lol #genuinely couldn’t have done it without him #anyways

[b4rtallen]

@bledf1rst followed!

"I feel like it's just known from the getgo but just in case we haven't had a crossover just yet: heres my deal." Bart speeds in, standing next to the person with his hands on his hips, "I'm the zippy guy here. Bing, bam boom, Meep meep, all that. I go fast and I go hard so ya gotta keep up! You cool with that?"

#trying greeters. lets see if this sticks. you know the drill <3 #thinking for any superhero muses? #ic #bledf1rst

[zrrfaa]

Stoick: Well, I'm officially sorry. You need to find those dragons a new home, son. The Thunderdrums have to go.

Hiccup: Okay. Bing, Bam, and Boom, welcome to your new home: Dragon Island! You're gonna love it here. Plenty of room. Lots of new dragons to annoy... I mean, meet. You know, here, you can be as loud as you want. It'll be great.

[Thunderdrums whining]

Ruffnut: Whoa. This is kinda sad.

Tuffnut: Yeah. Reminds me of the time our parents took Sam, our pet yak, out to that farm to live.

Ruffnut: Yeah, I would have cried all night... except for those delicious yak steaks we had for dinner.

Tuffnut: Oh, nothing better. And to eat them in those soft yak jackets.

Bing! Bam! Boom!

[rystiel]

i don’t even like 15x19 really but... that would’ve been a MUCH better ending than 15x20. like. seriously, there was absolutely no point in having that finale lol

#no point to 15x20 #like genuinely #the only purpose of it was to show that they end up in heaven together or something???? #in 15x19 they resolve the whole chuck conflict and do that montage of the whole show after #like #just end it there lol #sam and dean being like Here's To Everyone We Lost Along The Way then bing bam boom show's over #leaving the rest of their lives up to interpretation would've been SO much better #does sam get with eileen? does cas come back? does jack visit? how does their family continue on and evolve after defeating chuck? #then leave it up to us to interpret #like????? better than just saying dean dies then sam has a kid with some random woman and also dies #god. erm anyway sorry #spn #supernatural cw #thoughts about spn #sigh #somebody shut me up #dean winchester #sam winchester #uhhh #castiel #jack kline #they all deserved so much better tho #spn 15x19 #spn 15x20 #fuck 15x20

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Steal Some Covers, Share Some Skin

On the eleventh day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me: 

An “AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED” Josh fic combined with a certain request from a Nonnie.

Christmas Song Pairing: “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” by Bing Crosby

~~~

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, voice kink, squirting, light overstimulation, kinda unedited, I’ll fix things as I over-criticize it 😂

Words: 5.9k

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“Josh?”

You were still shaking snow off of your coat when you approached the curly-haired man in the white sweater hesitantly, not having seen the man you were looking to find for…well, a long time.

He glanced up from his phone, and smiled pleasantly, eyes drifting all over your face. “Y/N! It’s nice to see you, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

The bottom-heavy suitcase in your hand thumped upright as you took a rest, leaning on the locked handle. “Yeah, it has.” A small silence stretched between you as you took your phone out to check your ticket for the 20th time since you’d woken up. “Do you have your ticket?”

Josh nodded and tapped his screen a few times, tilting it towards you so that you could see the screenshot.

The whole situation was a little bit wonky – you didn’t know Josh all that well, he was just an acquaintance/friend of your friend’s that was travelling along the same route as you. Your friend knew that you hated travelling alone, so she’d sent a couple of texts, grouped you two in a chat, and bada-bing, bad-bam, bada-boom – you had a travel buddy.

And you did appreciate having him with you, despite not knowing him super well – you’d met a couple of times at various parties, events, and had even gone to one of his shows with your friend – you weren’t sure why he wasn’t travelling with his band, but that wasn’t your business, so you weren’t super concerned.

“Great! We should go get through security now, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

The wait in line was a little bit awkward, but not horrible – conversation was pretty much confined to small talk and a discussion of movies, books, and pop culture that you were both interested in. The wait was long and rather taxing, though – the holiday rush definitely not working to your favor, but you made it through, finally finding two seats in front of your gate.

“So, where have you been most recently, then?”

You finally started conversation up again after having spent the last half an hour doing body checks and wading your way through the crowds.

“Oh, we actually finished up a US tour just a few months ago. Since then, we’ve been petering around Nashville – writing songs and making plans and just…taking a small break.”

One leg was crossed over the other as you reclined in the seat. “Where are your brothers, then?”

Josh smiled. “Off doing their own things. Jake is flying home with Jita in a couple of days, Sam is already back home with Danny just hanging out with our families, and…I’m here,” he finished.

“Well, at least you—”

The rest of your sentence was cut off by the intercom, a voice announcing delays due to a snow advisory that was just put in place across the Midwest, and that flight times should be checked on the screens that were littered around boarding areas.

Knowing your destination, you ominously locked eyes with Josh and then stood up at the same time, walking over to a mounted screen that already had a crowd of people accumulating.

Delays for: Indiana, Iowa, Minnesota, Kentucky, and…shit. Michigan.

And not just by a couple of hours.

“You’re gotta be – eragh!”

Josh’s muttered exclamation was a sentiment you shared, looking at the board that was telling you that your flight was being delayed until 10 am the next day, when the snow advisory would hopefully lift.

You blew your own sigh out and ran your tongue over your teeth, making a game-plan for the next few hours. You’d have to text your parents, but that could wait until you found a hotel nearby – you really didn’t want to spend the night in the airport seats and force Josh to stay awake while you slept and then have to wake up so that he could, and you were already so exhausted.

Your phone pinged with the notification from the airline of the delay, along with a code for a free taxi to one of the hotels surrounding the airport.

And despite the inconvenience of the delay, you were grateful that the airline was trying to do something to compensate, even if the weather really was out of their control.

“Well,” Josh sighed, phone going off with assumedly the same message, “I guess we should go get a taxi, then.”

You made your way back across the airport, passing by the stupid security line that had taken you hours to get through.

There was a long line of shivering travelers lined up at the curb, taxis being loaded up and leaving nearly as soon as they pulled up. You grabbed the first of that you could for you and Josh after waiting 10 minutes to get to the front, and after showing the cab driver your code and processing his questions of, “Where to?”, told him that the hotel didn’t matter, just one that would get you guys a couple of rooms.

And looking back on it, you probably should have specified “not the one closest to the airport” because that would obviously be the one that filled up the quickest and would obviously be the one he took you to in order to transport as many people possible.

But you didn’t, so here you were, at the back of the line with even more people trickling in behind you, trying to keep up with the deluge of texts from your family and hoping to all things good and holy that you could get a room before they all filled up.

The head of curls in front of you was also talking quite animatedly on the phone, sighing out, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Just…just tell Mom and Dad that I will be home, Y/N and I – no, no, Y/N is the friend I said I was flying with, she’s not – okay, well, if you stopped interrupting me, Samuel, maybe I could – you know what, fuck you, I’m hanging up.”

A long-suffering sigh escaped him and you chuckled, sending off you own text. “Taking a break probably doesn’t hold much weight when your band members are your brothers, does it?”

“You have no idea.”

You were slowly moving up in line, only three people left – two singles and one couple – and the front desk worker was looking wearier and wearier by the second.

“I just want a shower and a bed,” you sighed. “That’s all.”

Josh smiled. “We’ll get there. Eventually.”

The first person in line received a key and you took a couple steps forward. One single, one couple.

A few minutes later, one single.

Before she helped the customer, though, she looked apologetically at the line that was still extended nearly to the entrance. “Hey, everyone, I’m sorry, but we only have two singles left. It might be better if you started making plans at another hotel.”

There were grumbles and sighs, and immediately, most of the line dispersed, hoping to catch a stray cab. Josh turned to you, blowing a breath out. “Well, that’s not ideal, now is it?”

You huffed out a humorless laugh and pressed your eyes into the heels of your hands. “No, it’s not.” You only spent a second pitying your situation before you pulled out your phone, bringing up the Uber app. “But it is what it is. You get the room here, I’ll call an uber and go to one of the hotels nearby, and we can meet up at the airport again tomorrow.”

Josh looked taken aback for a moment, but immediately protested. “No, no, we can both find a different hotel – it’ll be easier to stay together now that we’re here.”

“Next?”

The front desk worker blinked and blushed a little bit as Josh glanced her way.

You were surprised that she had been the first person to physically recognize Josh – you figured there were others, but at a busy airport, there was only so much you could do. Still, you’d expected a few waves or glances thrown his way.

He turned back to you, lips twisted in thought. “Actually, hold on a sec.” Back to the front desk. “Hello there! You said you only had one single room left, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“What kind of bed is it?”

The worker squinted and searched the screen. “One double.”

Josh nodded. “And would this room happen to have a pull-out couch? Or is there any way that a couple extra comforters could be delivered to the room?”

The worker frowned and clicked a few things on the desktop in front of her. “Let me see…oh! Okay, yes, it looks like this particular room does have a pull-out couch since it’s technically a suite.”

Josh clenched his fist in victory before meeting your eyes. “What do you say? It’s just one night, and it’s just a place to sleep. I’m tired, and I’m pretty sure you are too, and if this is what –”

“Let’s just take it,” you said, cutting Josh off. “You’re right, I’m so tired, and I really don’t care if I sleep on a pull-out couch or a waterbed at this point,” you laughed.

Josh smiled. “Don’t be silly, I’ll take the couch.”

You couldn’t argue back because he turned and gave the worker his information, taking his card out and waiting for the transaction to go through.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “for paying. I’ll Venmo you or something, just let me know how much the total is.”

Josh waved your off. “I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s no big deal, I got it. It’s only one bed, afterall.”

You smiled as Josh was handed the key. “Still.”

He returned your smile in response and then looked at the key. “Room 412,” he muttered, eyes searching for the elevators.

The ride up was quiet, exhaustion seeping into the late hour, nothing but the roll of wheels against worn carpet and the soft hum of the heating system accompanying the two of you to your room, Josh inserting the keycard into the reader on the door, the light beeping green.

“Home sweet home,” Josh sighed, flicking on the light.

It was noticeable immediately. The size of the room was not that of a suite, and there was no couch in sight – in fact, other than the standard bed, nightstand, and hutch with a TV and small coffee maker, the only furniture in the room was a scratchy-looking armchair in the corner of the room.

“Okaaaaay,” you drawled, “I’m gonna make a quick call to the front desk.”

Josh’s bottom lip was sucked in between his teeth. “Yeah.”

The dial tone to the front desk turned into elevator music, and you waited in silence for a few minutes until the worker picked up. “Hello, this is the front desk.”

The poor girl sounded frazzled to all hell, and you were sure with a full house, she was probably busier than ever, and you felt bad that you had to bring a problem like this to her.

“Ah, yes, hi. I’m currently in room 412, and my friend and I were informed that since it was a suite, it would have a pull-out couch, but there’s not one in here.”

There was a small pause. “And are you here on reservation?”

“No.”

“Okay. Well, and this is for certain my fault, because I had to be the one to tell you it was a suite, but I must have been looking at another room. I’m afraid we don’t have any more rooms available. I’m sorry, is there anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Uh. Do you have any extra comforters that could be sent to the room?”

“Yes. I can have one arranged to be delivered in a few minutes.”

“Okay, that would be great, thank you.”

Once you had hung the phone up, Josh raised his brows, waiting for the resolution. He still held his bag in one hand, ready to have to up and move out to another hotel.

You shrugged, sitting on the bed. “She said she must have been looking at the wrong room when she told us it was a suite, and of course there’s no other room we can move to. They’re gonna bring up an extra comforter, so if it’s okay with you, I’ll just make a little makeshift bed with the two comforters on the floor for tonight.” You already knew he was going to protest, so you shut him down before he could say anything. “You’re already paying for the room, so you get the bed. Now,” you said, standing up and ruffling through your suitcase, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and everything, I’ll take a shower in the morning.”

Josh looked uncomfortable and like he wanted to say something, but set his bag down as you went to the bathroom.

You weren’t in there very long, maybe 10 minutes at most, and when you came back into the room, Josh was sitting, looking rather detached on the bed. When the door opened, though, he shot up.

“There was another mix-up,” he said lowly.

“Uh-oh. What was it this time?”

Josh pointed to the waffled blanket sitting folded on the end of the bed. “They don’t have any more comforters. I guess there were more people who had the same idea as we did.”

You eyed the double bed – considering what surely both of you had thought about over the course of your time at the hotel. “I mean—”

“Why don’t we—” Josh paused and cracked a smile when you both started talking at the same time. “Sorry. I was just gonna suggest – and I know we don’t know each other super well, but like, if you wanted to, because it would be a lot more comfortable than the floor, we could always just share the bed.”

You swallowed, playing cool even though your stomach was squirming a little with nerves. Only because you weren’t used to sharing a bed with anyone, much less a famous almost-stranger.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I was about to say. We can do that – we’re not in middle school anymore,” you joked.

Josh left with his pajamas and toiletries, and you glanced at the bed, suddenly anxious.

Which side did he sleep on?

Would he care that you moved around in your sleep a lot – twisting and turning and such?

Would it be awkward trying to fall asleep?

You shook the thoughts out of your head, shuffling around aimlessly until Josh reappeared, glancing from you to the bed.

“…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, eyes wide, “are you?”

“Definitely.”

The two of you stood there for a second longer, and you finally asked Josh, “So which side do you want?”

He smiled. “I usually take left, but it doesn’t really matter to me.”

You let out a chuckle that was mixed with a sigh of relief. “Sweet. I’m a right-sider. I do move around a lot, though, just a fair warning, sorry. It takes me a bit to fall asleep, and so I’ll start out on one side and then turn to the other and then my back and then my belly and then end up on the side I was originally on.”

He crossed the bed, setting his bag down on the floor and plugging his phone in before untucking the blankets and sheets and sliding under. You took the same actions, settling in and trying to ignore the strange feeling of the weight of another person next to you.

It wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, though – you’d been able to talk to him throughout the time you’d spent together, and he was a nice conversationalist, which is why the lamp stayed on for a couple hours after you got in bed talking about everything and nothing despite both of you having previously complained of your exhaustion.

“I don’t know where this second wind came from,” you chuckled, tapping the bedsheets with contained energy. “I really was so tired before, but now I can’t stop moving. Ants in my pants.” Josh laughed out loud, shifting next to you. You chuckled back, glancing at him with a smile. “What?”

“I’m not sure you really want to know,” he teased. “Just an old piece of gossip I heard somewhere along the road.”

You made the full turn towards him, curiosity prompting you to lean in closer. “Ooooo, tour gossip? Please, continue.”

The smirk on his face build anticipation, but the gleam in his eye told a different story. “Well, I’ve heard two different versions, one is a general version, the other…specific.”

“Tell me both,” you demanded, watching Josh’s expression brighten.

“You asked for it.”

“I did.”

He paused, eyes searching your face, and suddenly you had a small amount of difficulty breathing. Josh inhaled once before starting.

“Well, the specific one pertains to the feeling right before going on stage, when you know what’s going to happen but are still jittery, just a little nervous energy with nowhere to go. I won’t go into details, but—”

“No,” you complained, “I want details. I’m not a rockstar, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You decided that if you wanted to be embarrassed for acting like you’d known the man for years instead of having met him in passing only a couple of times, you figured you’d do that later, but now, you were fully invested in what he was saying, and this was the most fun you’d had all day, particularly after the one you’d had.

Josh cocked his head, arching a brow and licking his lips. “You don’t want details, I promise. Some of the rockstars I’ve conversed and traded tips with are…salacious, and their particular pieces of advice and stories are less than savory,” he murmured, and the space between you became charged.

You met his eyes, controlling your breaths so that he wouldn’t pick up on the change. “I wanna know.”

He hummed, drawing the noise out before continuing. “Well, everyone has their vices, especially in the music world. Performing gives you a high, but instead of getting the jitters when you crave it, you get them when you have it in the palm of your hand. And, while there are healthy ways to deal with it, like meditating, talking to a friend – most of the time, those vices chase you, and being famous with money to spare, they’re available whenever you might need them.”

In that moment, you knew that you could have listened to him talk forever – voice low and slightly gravelly, methodical and soothing and hypnotizing. So you didn’t interrupt.

“Drugs, alcohol, a warm body, material objects, fame and fan worship – whatever it may be, most of the rockstars out there will tell you the same thing.”

“Mmm. What is it?”

His eyes lit up with mischief. “That little piece of advice I always hear – most of them, mostly men, will tell you that there’s nothing a woman’s mouth can’t fix, and that in our line of work, there’s always a willing one to be found somewhere.”

A high-pitched laugh bubbled out of your throat and you felt your neck warm with the beginnings of a blush. “How…charming,” you giggled, and he laughed right alongside you, a flush in his cheeks as well. The tension diffused marginally.

“Hey, you asked. And just as a disclaimer, I’m not one of those people – I don’t just use people like that.”

“Never?” you asked teasingly, and his blush heightened, words and excuses sputtering out before he redirected your attention.

“Stop prying,” he accused. “Don’t you want to know the other thing?”

You couldn’t help yourself. “I wanna know everything.”

Josh’s expression morphed into something that told you that you might regret asking.

Or not.

“Well, it’s a little more general. And a little dirtier.”

“You just told me that most rockstars get blowjobs before they go on stage, and definitely just exposed yourself, too, by the way—”

“I did not! I specifically said that I didn’t do that.”

You grinned. “Did too. Maybe not religiously like the other rockers, but you just couldn’t lie, could you,” you teased.

“I was young and had more people throwing themselves at me than I had ever had before,” he explained. “And as awful as it sounds,” he mumbled, eyes dropping, “it does work.”

Images flashed unbidden through your mind of what Josh would look like from below, from your knees – what faces he’d make and if you’d be able to see them from your position.

“I won’t tease anymore. Please, continue on,” you offered, settling in for what was shaping up to just be Josh putting you under a spell with nothing but his voice.

He collected himself, blush receding and laying his head back on the pillow. “I don’t know if I want to, anymore,” he pouted, but as soon as you started pleading with him to finish his second story, he rolled his eyes and relented. “Begging me to tell you the dirty tales I know? I’m not the only depraved one in this bed.”

You shrugged as best you could, lying on your side. “I never said you were,” you said simply, and Josh stared blatantly.

The tension was back.

“Well, then, if you insist.” You could have sworn you saw him shift his hips infinitesimally, but he started speaking again, and you focused in on his voice. “You were talking about ants in your pants – the second wind.”

“Yeah?”

“That’s sort of like the energy you get before a show. I said I’d heard two versions: there’s the blowjob, and then there’s the…extended edition. They always say that the nervous energy – ants in the pants, whatever you wanna call it – is just nature’s call to fuck.”

You blushed again, this time because you were now aware that when you said that, as innocently as you had meant it, to Josh, you’d basically admitted that you felt the need to fuck. Even though he hadn’t interpreted it literally, you understood why he’d started to laugh.

“They say that jitters is one thing, a milder sort of feeling, but that kind of energy is another. Therefore, jitters call for a blowjob, pent-up energy calls for a fuck. The all-encompassing feeling and exertion that comes with it, where you aren’t just the receiver, but a giver, as well. A full-body release,” he breathed, and you fell deeper into his words, the trance you were 100% certain had never happened before, even when you’d seen him in concert.

Your words were soft and genuine and dare you say suggestive. “You make sex sound euphoric, but in my experience, it’s incredible, but nowhere near as—"

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, fingers inching up from the blankets and gently dragging down your mouth, the pad of his middle finger catching your bottom lip, and you stopped talking at his boldness. He continued, “The transfer of your energy into another person in an explosion of cosmic relief – from the natural build-up of emotion and human desire and zeal for life itself. Everything fucks, it’s only natural.” His mouth twitched up in amusement at his reference. “And those rockstars, they never fail to deliberate on the matter, going further to make sure you know that that little piece of advice is applicable to any situation – anytime, anywhere, anyone.”

He noticed that you were no longer meeting his eyes, and that was because you didn’t want him to recognize any of the desire that you knew would be advertised in yours.

You let out a weak chuckle, very aware of his fingers, still poised on your chin. “Damn, rockstars really know how to tell it, don’t they?”

Josh hummed. “Not all of them. It takes a certain…incentive to draw those kinds of things out.”

His voice dropped a register and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his lips. “Incentive, hmm?”

“Everyone always wants something. Incentive for them, perhaps incentive for yourself.”

He shifted closer, feet tangling with yours, and you ran your arch up his calf. “And what is it that you want, Josh?”

Your faces neared each other, and you wanted to kiss him, so badly. You could tell he felt the same.

“Only what you want,” he admitted.

You thought back to his words, how he described sex and wondered if he was just buttering you up, making it sound other-worldly just so that you’d want him or if that’s really how he perceived it.

“I want you to show me sex as you know it. Right now, right here, with me.”

He caught your lips as soon as you finished your sentence, your bodies beginning to wrap around each other like a flower in reverse bloom – legs and lips and hips and chests and arms all coming together like one disfigured being.

Josh took the upmost care peeling your pajamas off your body, his eyes rarely leaving yours, and you wondered, if having to give an answer, if his voice or the intensity of his eyes were more mesmerizing.

“Just focus on me, Y/N, I’ll show you the best I can. Best I can,” he promised, his pajamas joining yours on the floor.

His fingertips grazed your skin, lighting the nerves up for a fleeting moment and then leaving to skate across another expanse of skin, electrifying your entire body in anticipatory energy. You were rather occupied with his lips to watch, so each touch was a surprise, and in no time, he had you asking for more, body starting to warm up and require a heavier caress for stimulation.

“More, Josh, please, more,” you breathed, returning each touch with one of your own, moving your body in tandem with his.

“I’m right there with you, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

You huffed out a soft laugh. “Not worried. Just wanting.”

Josh rectified the fact with a flick of his thumb across your nipple, trailing his hands down your body, heavier and with intent. The energy you’d been holding in your body was exacerbated by Josh’s hands and mouth, tension building and building from his hands touching you everywhere but where you needed him, mouth following closely behind.

“Josh,” you whined, squirming in protest from his ministrations that were not relieving you.

“We’ll get there. If you want to feel what I feel, you need to feel the energy. Let it run through you, don’t try to fight it.”

You tried to even out your breathing, re-tuning your attention to your entire body rather than the dull pulse of arousal at your center. There was still a pull of energy and arousal trying to draw you back, though, but you held onto Josh’s request, letting the tension roll through you.

“Good. Now, just – feel.” He worked you over then, mouth on your neck, breasts, collarbones, pulse – anywhere he could reach. His fingers teased through your wetness before sinking into you, pausing when you clenched around him. “Relax, Y/N, don’t fight it – work with it.”

It wasn’t necessarily a new sensation, but you were experiencing it in a new way, and the difference was, well, strange and erotic and pleasurable all at the same time. He added another finger, curling them into your G-spot, and forcing you to relax every time your body wound itself too tightly.

After a few more minutes of letting the pleasure and endorphins rush throughout your body, Josh withdrew his fingers. “Can I fuck you, Y/N?” he asked softly, kisses peppered all over your torso.

You nodded, giving your consent and brushing your fingers down all the sensitive spots you knew, keeping the thrum of pleasure vibrating through your nerves as Josh rummaged through his bag for a condom.

When he slid back into the bed, he was naked and the condom was in place.

“Come here for a second,” he prompted, and you leaned up to him, kissing him deeply once more. Josh trailed his fingertips down to your hips, twisting lightly. “Roll over, sweetheart,” he cajoled, “on your hands and knees.” You went willingly, fighting the urge to rest your head on the pillows. You felt the bed shift, then Josh pressed flush against your ass. “Relax.”

The nudge of his cock against you, and then the pressure as he pressed forward came, and you welcomed it, welcomed him.

Deep breaths, letting all the lights from them different nerves – the pleasure, the pain, the dull stretch that wasn’t either – all flashing like strobe lights through your body. You weren’t focused on that one point of contact, you were aware of Josh’s lips on your shoulder blade, one of his palms running down your arm and one your hip, the scrape of him against your back.

And it felt exquisite.

Like the pleasure was coursing through your blood – spreading to the very tips of your fingers. Without the concentration on your center, you were able to feel it everywhere. Full-body, just as Josh had described.

Eventually, Josh leaned back up on his knees, changing the angle and rhythm of his movements, his cock catching your G-spot as he pulled back.

He was panting softly behind you, a rather quiet lover – you loved his voice so much, you wouldn’t have been opposed to his lips at your ear, words meant for your pleasure spoken in low tones, but you’d take what you could get. And since you were so attuned to his every touch, the flex of his fingers and stutter of his thrusts were just as fine a means of communication as words.

Josh’s hand wandered once again, sliding up your spine, slow and sensual. You really hadn’t ever thought of that particular part of your body as erotic, but Josh was in the process of convincing you otherwise.

Until he pulled out completely.

You felt the loss of him pointedly, the flow of pleasure disrupted.

“No, no – Josh, come on,” you whined, trying to find him again.

He reappeared next to your face, swallowing your cries down with his lips on yours. “Just changing positions,” he promised, laying back on the pillows. You took the initiative and straddled him, tightly wound again in pursuing your objective to get Josh back inside you. Josh’s absence had made you very aware that you had been well on your way to climax – not desperately close, but close enough that you felt empty and under-stimulated without Josh touching you.

Without any pomp and circumstance, you lined him up and sat down, taking him all at once. The relaxed, collected approach Josh had been keeping you under was interrupted for a moment as Josh hissed sharply, hands flying to squeeze your hips as you began to ride him, fast and hard and forgetful of how Josh had instructed you to feel everything, everywhere. You had reverted back to chasing your high instead of feeling it in the moment and letting it come to you.

“Oh, Y/N, fuck – darling, baby, slow down. Remember what I – I –“ He moaned then when instead of listening to him, you just rode him harder, wanting more of those beautiful sounds.

But you were unsuccessful – Josh gripped your hips with enough strength to stop your rhythm, guiding you to a slower pace.

“Josh,” you complained, and he chuckled breathlessly.

“It’s gonna be worth it, I promise. You were doing so well, Y/N, let’s go back to that; remember, work with yourself, not against. We’ll get there eventually; let’s just feel what we’re feeling now.”

You took a deep breath and recentered yourself, listening to your body and Josh’s. Grinding down put pressure on your clit, enough to feel restart the path of pleasure, and from there, it was an experimentation of figure 8s, up and down, rocking, letting Josh thrust up into you in gratifying collaboration.

This time, Josh wasn’t as quiet – murmuring praises and curses, words of encouragement and guidance – and you soaked it all right up, integrating it into your arousal. A familiar anticipatory sensation started building within you.

“Josh, I – I’m almost there,” you huffed. The escalation of your pleasure had been gradual and all-encompassing and slow, but no less intense than what you’d get by the fast, relentless pursuit of it.

Josh grunted, snapping his hips up harshly, a stark contrast to the pace you’d been indulging in. “I – me too, Y/N. I’m there, I’m gonna come, but I promise I’m gonna make you come, too, baby, I promise,” he babbled, and you believed him.

“Okay,” you panted, pulling out every trick in the book to make it good for him. He gave one last, strangled moan and then twitched inside of you, hips sporadically pushing up.

“Keep – keep going,” he cried out, sweat beaded on his forehead. “Keep going, please.”

“Is that –“ you furrowed your brow, “is that something you want? We can finish me off once you pull out.”

Josh shook his head desperately. “No! No, I like it, it’s something I’m into – please, just – just keep going.” A flush of heat ran through you at the admission of one of his kinks, and you started moving again.

He shakily brought his hand to where you were connected, where you were still riding him, post-orgasm, before shifting upwards and pressing circles into your clit. The added stimulation ramped up the feeling of impending release, but it was different from all the other times you’d come, by your own means or someone else’s. It was building, almost physically from within you, and you gasped as the pleasure started rolling through more intensely, tipping you over the point of no return. You tried to keep relaxed, just as Josh had instructed, but the instinctive jerk of your hips was difficult to repress.

“That’s it, Y/N, just like that,” Josh murmured, voice breaking, and you came, pleasure plugging up your throat and only allowing breathy, choked moans out, hips shifting and rolling as you clenched around him, and a burst of wetness more than you’d ever felt before soaked your thighs as you peaked.

Josh let out a long, low groan. “Fuuuuuck,” he vocalized, throwing his head back, “there it is.”

You collapsed, boneless, on top of Josh, and he gently rolled you both over, pulling out with a tortured hiss and cry. He had to have been overstimulated at that point.

You both stayed quiet, basking in the rush of endorphins and catching your breath before either of you moved. Josh rolled the condom off carefully, wrapping it in a tissue, and then took a few more, swiping them as best he could across your thighs.

“I’ve never done that before,” you admitted quietly.

Josh tried to repress a proud smile, but failed. “Experienced cosmic relief?” he asked, exhaustion seeping back into his features.

You giggled, eyes heavy. “I think you just have a way with words, but it was…something else. Memorable, for certain. And before you ask, yes. Some of the best sex I’ve had.”

“Good,” Josh said, satisfaction settling into his expression. There was a moment you thought you might both go to sleep, but then you became very aware of something.

“You know, we might want to switch out this blanket,” you said. And Josh hummed in agreement, the both of you rolling out of bed, out of the wet spot underneath you.

Josh held up the extra blanket that was originally supposed to be a comforter. “This’ll work, right?”

You nodded, beginning to strip the sheets. “Yeah, definitely.” Josh joined in, peeling the material off the bed.

“See? They had ended up having exactly what we needed.”

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Note: Lordy lordy only one tropemas fic left (thank goodness). This was inspired by the anonymous request:

“ I feel like.... personally....you could probably write a great squirting fic. That seems like something you posess. “

Idk, I hope I didn’t disappoint, you’ll have to be the judge of that, Nonnie ;) 

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How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Defenders of Berk✨

Not Astrid being pissed bc Fishlegs called her mean lmaooo

OMGGG "I would never call my father ridiculous. I'm calling my chief ridiculous" THE POWER OF THIS SCENE

The way Toothless just sat to look at the sunset.. Me too bby me too 🥺

Toothless and Thornado's shots combined was amazing!

"The first rule about the dragon flight club is that there is no dragon flight club"

Istg Meatlug and Fishlegs are made for each other

Baby whispering deaths!

OMG THEY JUST CAME UP WITH GRONCKLE IRON

I love seeing the origin of things ☺️

Wowww I just realized that Gobber has a unibrow

Sandstone makes glass

That shiny black rock makes another shiny black Rock, it also has Meatlug boiling

WOW a combination of multiple rock makes Meatlug a magnet

The way Hookfang pays more attention to Fishlegs than Snotlout is funny

Fishlegs on Toothless!!!!

"TOO MUCH FURY, TOO MUCH FURY!" JAHDHDHAH

Awwww love how Fishlegs feels happy abt being needed

DAGUR'S BACK AHH

I never understood why Dagur called Hiccup his brother but it's kinda funny

Young hiccup actually fighting is pretty badass and that shield 🥴

The way they were all trying to get Gobber to shower lmaooo

Gobber saved Gustav's life and Fishleg saved Astrid's

Am I the only one that finds the whispering deaths kinda funny, like yes they're scary but these mfs have tiny wings, a big ass head, are covered in spines and can't see like-

Newly hatched whispering deaths can be more deadly that adults bc they can't control their jaws or spines

WOW WOW WOWWWW A WHITE WHISPERING DEATH - Titanwing whispering death with red eyes OMG NO NO THIS IS THE SCREAMING DEATH I KNEW IT ‼️‼️

Wow but the pain in Snotlout's eyes 🥺

Monstrous nightmares are stoker-class dragons

Fireworms get brighter the closer they get to each other

Ohhhhh now I get the history behind Hookfang and the fireworms queen's connection

"You're not just another sword, Hookfang"

Awww the fireworm queen saved Hookfang, I ship them now JSHDHSHS

BABY ASTRID!! 🥺🥺🥺 AWWW

Flightmare - follows the glowing algae caused by Aurvandil's fire, sprays a paralyzing mist to those who it considers a threat to its survival

Aurvandil's fire = Aurora Borealis

YES ASTRID BEAT SNOTLOUT UP

Hiccup: Well, you know, Astrid, uh, training dragons isn't the only thing I think about.

Astrid: Are you actually saying that to me with a straight face?

JAHSHAHAJAJ I SWEAR I LOVE THESE TWO the way both of them said these lines I can't ✋🏼😂

The way she said the exact same thing as her uncle and even took on the name I-

I have this headcanon that bc I'm pretty sure Astrid's parents were barely mentioned in the shows or movies that her uncle was the person that was there for her the most which is another reason why it upset her to see people making fun of him

Why does whenever Astrid gets shot by a dragon she always tries to hit it off like her axe is a baseball bat? 😂

Hiccup saving Astrid in the flightmare ep🥺🥺🥺🥺

GLOWY TOOTHLESS AND GLOWY STORMFLY AND GLOWY MEATLUG ARE ADORABLE

Awww I love how Hiccup makes sure to mention the fact that "Fearless Fin Hofferson was indeed fearless, just like all the Hoffersons" 🥺🥺🥺 STOP AND THEN SHE SMILES AND HE PROCEEDS TO PUT HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I-🥴🥴🥴

I love how they're always interrupted whenever they're about to say a bad word

Lil terrible terrors are adorable 🥺

The fact that what they were trained for was actually useful it's crazy

Astrid: "no one is kissing me on the lips ever!!" HHSHAHAH ASTRID WHY U LYING

I feel like we don't appreciate how smart Hiccup actually is, and I don't mean that dragon-wise or building stuff-wise I mean in general. I'm in ep9 and they're finding old dragon traps to get rid of them and there was a lil breeze and he was like "there's a dry hot wind coming in from the north. It hasn't rained in 2 months. This is definitely fire weather." like how- am I the only one that would've been like okok a nice warm breeze 😩

Dude the typhoomerangs are so scary and huge wtf

I KNEW HE WAS TORCH

Torch actually built a lil relationship with Tuff just for that but of time I love it

WE'RE FINALLY GONNA SEE THE SKRILL!! I love it it's one of my favorite dragons :D

I never understood why fishlegs says his name when he's excited

Skrills - The skrill was first found frozen, it's the symbol of the Berserkers, it can stay safely frozen for decades because of their internal body temperature, can't redirect any lightning if it's in the water 😳

Y'all the skrill and the nightfury have gotta be related somehow, they're probably like cousins or sum. I mean the night fury is the "unholy offspring of lighting and death" and the skrill can control lightning AND TECHNICALLY TOOTHLESS CAN TOO REMEMBER HTTYD 3 + they also have similar physical characteristics at least Imo.

Dude this dragon is so badass 😌🤩🥰😩🥴❣️🤍🤝 I'm literally so obsessed

Wow one of the first times I see the twins actually doing sum useful

The way the shots combine🥴

Dagur has misophonia - condition where people experience intense negative emotions for sounds such as eating, chewing, loud breathing or even repeated pen-clicking [ep11]

Oh wow so they originally trapped the skrill in this show i didn't know

Wait but baby Gustav is actually adorable wtf and the fact that he and Snotlout have matching Viking hats

OMG SEE NOW I'M SEEING GUSTAV'S ORIGIN WITH HIS DRAGON AND HIS DESIRE TO BECOME A RIDER

Fanghook🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ruff puts fish oil on her hair to get "a greasy unwashed look"

Really hate when Snotlout doesn't accept no for an answer

THE HAND THING AHHHH I LOVE IT this time is Ruff and a scauldron

Ok guys so I did this with mi friend's puppy who I accidentally scared enough to make him piss himself and I'm pretty sure I traumatized him and now when I'm around the poor dog tries to get as far away from me as possible but one day we were kinda bonding although he still wouldn't let me pet it AND I DID THE HAND THING BECAUSE WHY NOT AND THIS LIL MF ACTUALLY PUTS HIS FACE IN MY HAND- I screamed and he left again🥺😂 BUT IT DID WORK

Scauldy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰😌☺️🤩🤍

Ok but ruffnut with short hair 🤩

Speedstingers

Also the way Astrid ran up to Hiccup in the ep14

Wait but the scene whenever they're fighting the Speedstingers and Fishlegs says they're too fast but Hiccup's like "not for a nightfury" and then they show Toothless dodging the Speedstinger's attack AND THEN THEY SHOW HICCUP PROTECTING HIMSELF WITH HIS SHIELD WHICH GETS THROWN AWAY BUT RIGHT THERE TOOTHLESS CATCHES IT AND THROWS IT BACK TO HICCUP who's like "Thanks bud" 🤩🤩🤩 literally so badass go watch it!! It's ep14 frozen min 17:40

I really liked the relationship Snotlout and Astrid created with each other's dragon 🥺

HOOKFANG'S WINGBLAST AND STORMFLY'S SINGLE-SPINESHOT ARE HELLA BADASS... I love how they worked together this time 🥺

DUDE JAHDHSJAJJJSA ppl really underestimate Ruff's cleverness, this bish really gets Tuff to do the dumbest things just to enjoy looking at him hurting himself JAHDHSJAH😂

TOOTHLESS REALLY JUST BIT AN EEL'S HEAD OFF TO SAVE HICCUP🥺

Baby toothless is high🥺

"Uh, okay. That one was a little close to the one good leg" JAHDHAHSHA ISTG I LOVE THIS DUDE

Johan hates Snotlout for breaking his stuff

Tuff got Macey the Mace from Trader Johan

Astrid looks hot without her shoulder pads

Ok but Dagur looks so weird without his viking hat in this show

The baby thunderdrums are adorable - BING BAM AND BOOM

NOOO STOICK JUST LEFT THORNADO 🥺

OHHH SO ALVIN WAS ACTUALLY FROM BERK and he was Stoick's best friend

Snotlout and Hiccup are parallels of Alvin and Stoick

Ok but that trick Snotlout did was amazing, he really had Hookfang do a lil typhoomerangs move and then the wingblast🤩

I FINISHED IT OMG NOW ONTO RTTE!!

#hiccup x astrid #how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup #astrid #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #Snotlout #fishlegs #ruff and tuff #stoick the vast #toothless #toothcup #hiccstrid #race to the edge #defenders of berk #riders of berk

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Shyan Shipping Society Fic Promo - April 30 to May 7 2021

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May 2

The Broken, Imperfect Rules by scallywap | T, 5.7k, Complete

Ryan frowned, annoyed. “Jet lag has never turned you into a zombie, Shane.”

“Well, I’m technically already the walking dead.” Shane retorted with a little bit too much bite for it to be entirely a joke.

Vampire!Shane sickfic

4.26.86 by szandor | M, 5.5k, Incomplete

A crossover between a classic Enemies to Friends to Lovers trope, and the HBO TV Series Chernobyl.

It's April of 1986 in the USSR. Bureaucrat Shane Madej and Professor Ryan Bergara have a chance meeting at a table to discuss the 'Chernobyl Incident.' Ryan Bergara believes there was more to said incident than a simple water tank explosion. Shane disagrees. The two are sent against their own will to the Chernobyl site just outside of Pripyat where they discover a much more dire situation than anticipated.

May 3

Holy Water Gonna Make Us Drown by JackiIDK912 | T, 7.5k, Incomplete

“You keep on scowlin’ like that, Madej, and you’ll look damn near fifty by the time yer thirty-five,” Sheriff McClintock jeered, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk in front of him. His large moustache was wrapped around a tobacco pipe, puffing out smoke while examining his deputy.

“I’ll stop scowling when we actually do our jobs, Banjo,” he snapped, gritting his teeth behind the clenched fist he pressed against his mouth. He was rapping his fingers on the desk that the sheriff was resting his feet on.

“God, not this again,” McClintock groaned whilst throwing his head back. “How many goddamn times d’ I have t’ say it before it gets inta that giant head a’ yers? This is our job now!”

Act Nice for the Bright Lights by RedLlamas | M, 1k, Complete

Shane’s never been much of a motorhead, and the few relationships he’s had where his partner had a really cool car or a really sick bike, he never really thought about it beyond taking it on joyrides. But Ryan’s bike...Shane wants to get sexed on it. Something about seeing Ryan straddling its dark design, his grip sure and steady on the handlebars...it’s really doing a number on Shane.

May 6

Gunhounds by Dippingmytoesindreams | M, 1.8k, Incomplete

Big Apple Steve is back in town.

Illegally Blonde by popkin16 | M, 1.7k, Complete

Ryan really likes Shane's new hair.

softs by Zhalia

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“Oh, fuck you,” Shane sighs, but can’t help the grin from spreading across his face. He rereads the message again, then puts his phone down on the counter. He’s not gonna swing by Ryan’s, no. Not this time - he’ll only think that Shane wants to have sex and if there is one thing Shane cannot think about right now, it’s sex. God, he just wants to crawl under his covers and wake up in Spain next Friday like ten minutes before free practice starts.

And definitely not swing by Ryan’s mobil home in the meantime.

Shane chugs the last bit of water from his glass and places the glass in the sink. He looks around his own mobil home.

A short visit can’t hurt.

May 7

The Queer Angel of A.Z. Fell and Co. by Dippingmytoesindreams | T, 8.5k, Incomplete, Crossover

Ryan promptly loses his shit. The camera vibrates and zooms on his fear-stricken face, wide-eyed and pallid. Someone pulls the camera equipment out of the way as Shane pulls off the rest of the dulled carpeting, revealing a white chalk pentagram dotted with runes and foreign languages, most of which indecipherable in the frankly terrible lighting.

"Holy shit, holy- What the actual FUCK dude?" Ryan is sputtering in the background, a mess of a man. Shane laughs, facing the camera, sleepy eyes crinkled in mirth. "Well that doesn't seem very angelic," he says, cheerful, and proceeds to sit smack-dab in the middle of the circle, Sallie House style.

Ryan is still screaming how they were all just SITTING THERE 10 MINUTES AGO WHAT THE FUCK.

AKA; Just another regular night for the Ghoul Boys.

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[yourlocalhazbintrash]

Angel, While the Cast Is Stuck In an Escape Room: *In A New York Accent* Look, this is easy! Pops had me and Ari do these all the time when we were kids! All we gotta do is find the first piece o' the puzzle- hey! There it is! Now we see what this correlates to... here we go! We keep on until that door unlocks and bada-bing, bada-boom, bada-bam, we're outta here!

Alastor: I must admit that I found that oddly endearing.

#Hazbin Hotel #I've Never Done An Escape Room Before #Sounds Fun

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Rewatched the DoB episode “Bing! Bam! Boom!” and it once again has me thinking about the wildly different rates at which dragons grow up.

Because Fishlegs mentions that Thunderdrums won’t find their “adult voices” until a couple of years later. That most likely means that it takes Thunderdrums years to grow up. This is a strong contrast to GotNF, where we see Meatlug, Stormfly, and Hookfang with hatchlings that are no longer there (or simply off screen) during the tv-shows that take place max. a few months after GotNF.

The hatchlings could just be off screen the entire time. Unlike RttE, we don’t see the Dragon Riders leave home for longer than a day. So it’s very possible that the three of them are simply caring for their offspring and we just don’t see it.

This can mean that Gronckles, Nadders, and Nightmares can grow up anywhere from a few months up to three years. Since RttE would make it very hard for them to continue to care for juvenile dragons. Unless they moved with the Dragon Riders, which is highly unlikely.

And then, in RttE, you have little Garff in season 3. He gets adopted by the Death Song dragon from the very first season and we don’t see him until the very first episode of season 5 and he’s a lot bigger than that little adorable newborn from season 3. So it’s safe to say that Death Songs grow up particularly fast, too.

Another example of a dragon species that grows up surprisingly fast is the Typhoomerang. We first meet Torch, a Typhoomerang hatchling in episode 4 of RoB. The second time we see him is in episode 9 of DoB. We never really see his mother, so it’s difficult to see if he’s actually fully grown in that episode, but he’s considerably bigger than he was early on in RoB. And when we see him again in DoB, it’s still quite early on in the second season, too.

And if you’re thinking “but those are just the tv-shows”, than let’s take a look at the movies.

My point still stands about Meatlug’s, Stormfly’s, and Hookfang’s hatchlings. Even if you don’t see the tv-shows as canon, the Snoggletog special probably still counts as canon. The hatchlings are there during the special, but they aren’t there in Httyd 2. Between the special and the second movie, five years has passed. This still means the hatchlings grow up within five years. Or at the very least, grow old enough to leave the nest.

This is a very stark contrast when compared to Toothless. Who is canonically still a growing dragon at fifteen years of age during Httyd 1. Httyd 2, a movie in which Hiccup is 20, Valka confirms for us that Toothless is Hiccup’s age. And Toothless’ design in the second movie is designed to look older than his Httyd 1 version.

You could conceivably try to figure out if Toothless has gotten bigger, too. Because even though you can’t compare Hiccup and Toothless, since Hiccup grows at least a foot in length between movies and we have no idea how tall Toothless is in either movies, you can possibly compare Httyd 1!Toothless with Httyd 2′s Hiccup because we know the height difference between Httyd 1 and Httyd 2 Hiccup. Toothless appears to be about Hiccup’s height in Httyd 2 (or slightly taller, need to rewatch the movie to be sure). So really, it’s just a matter of checking if Httyd 1 Toothless is shorter, about the same height as, or still taller than Httyd 2 Hiccup.

But I’m getting slightly off track here. My actual point is, just like Hiccup is a teenager, so, too, is Toothless. He finishes growing up along with Hiccup. This means that Night Furies need just as much time as humans in order to properly grow up.

Which really makes me wonder if this means that Night Fury hatchlings, like humans, are very much defenseless during the first few months or even years after their hatching.

Anyway, I just think it’s very interesting how the movies and the tv-shows handled the growing rates of different dragon species.

#rob #dob #riders of berk #defenders of berk #rtte #race to the edge #httyd movies #hiccup haddock #toothless #hicctooth #dragon bros #stormfly #meatlug #hookfang #fishlegs ingerman #hiccup and the dragon riders #torch #garff #deadly nadder #monstrous nightmare #gronckle #death song #typhoomerang #night fury #dragons #bing #bam #boom #thunderdrum #long post

[writingvampires]

Grief and the No-End House: The Monster Within Us

Editor’s Note: Due to the nature of this post (analysis-based), the entire post will be going over the events that transpired throughout the season. If you don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read further.

If you’ve ever experienced grief, you know its a hopeless, all-consuming thing that changes you fundamentally as a person, depending on how close you were to the individual that died.

For Channel Zero’s The No-End House (2017), the main character Margot, played by Amy Forsyth, is reeling from the death of her father, played by the amazing John Carroll Lynch, a year prior from when we open on the second season of the horror anthology series.

You get the depth of her grief and closeness to her father with old family movie reels, a young Margot getting dunked playfully in the pool by a large, smiling, loving father.

Margot’s best friend, Jules, played by Aisha Dee, has gone off to college, and has returned. Immediately, you get the sense that there’s a schism between the pair, Margot’s father’s death the fuel to this broken car.

It isn’t long before the pair are out on the town due to some convincing by Jules, and Margot, overwhelmed and certainly not ready to mingle with anyone, is ready to leave, when a handsome stranger appears eager to spend some time with her.

The four of them (a childhood friend of the male persuasion meets up with them at the bar as well), head to Margot’s house and there Margot tells her new potential-beau the heartbreaking story of her father’s death as she understands it: He took a large quantity of pills for undisclosed allergies and suffocated to death. She found him.

This is important because it is the image of Margot stumbling upon her father’s corpse sitting in the living room that is a fundamental image of the series that the season goes back to again and again and that the House uses in various ways to wean Margot’s memories. Margot’s guilt is two-fold: she was the one who found him and she feels as if she actually paid attention to her curfew (she was supposed to be home by 10 p.m. that night), he would still be alive.

To get right to it, the aforementioned friend, a haunted house aficionado, hears of this mysterious haunted house called the No-End House, and with nothing else to do, the four head off to find it. It’s in their neighborhood, and with the handsome stranger in tow, Margot seems more at ease taking risks.

Once inside, it’s five rooms (we’re told its six, the sixth being the neighborhood it creates) of varying levels of unease, however, when the group splits off, it becomes personal horrors. Of course, we follow Margot’s journey, the third room on being various pathways through what scares her. Namely, you guessed it, her father’s death.

She’s met with a strange paper-mache version of her father in the fourth room. It’s in a weird copy of her living room, the television playing the same family movie scenes we saw earlier. The video eventually loops with a voice over of her father saying, “Hi Margot,” and of course, the paper-mache version of her father is on his feet, right behind her, trying to hug her all the while the now-terrifying “Hi, Margot,” plays on screen behind her.

It was at this moment, with my second watch, that I saw what the House was doing. It was going into her mind and extracting her fears, and her greatest fear was, of course, her father dying and seeing him in that state. The “Hi Margot,” was the house attempting to recreate her father in—surprise—a copy of their neighborhood, complete with their houses, although everything is much more sparse, here. Instead of one kind of flower that grows in her normal backyard, everything here is orchids, namely orchid mantises that trap insects and eat them.

Just like the house does!

You see, now in this new neighborhood Margot and Jules (everyone else got split up and they came out together) thinks is their own, Margot’s father is in their home. Her mother is, conspicuously, absent, and Margot, just as shocked as I think anyone would be (but not as scared as she should be in my opinion), welcomes it. She, of course, wants to stay although she knows he’s not her real father, though Jules is immediately scared from the moment she sees him.

This of course is where we can see how grief can blind. If given the chance to talk to, hold, laugh with the one you love who died, wouldn’t you?

I personally wouldn’t because if you’re dead (and I stumbled upon your body), I would run as far away from you because—YOU’RE DEAD and I don’t get down like that.

But Margot is blinded by her grief—her need to know how it felt—why he did it, and she won’t take no for an answer.

Of course, this copy of her father is mum on the reasons as to why he did, giving her the decidedly vague, “It didn’t hurt. I felt nothing,” as an answer when she asks what it felt like, because he’s her memories—he can’t give her answers she doesn’t already have.

I won’t get into the entire series, as it dips and dives into the others’ journeys through this strange world, but Margot eventually—when she wakes to find she can’t remember her mother—realizes this of her father is literally sucking and eating the memories out of her mind.

He needs her to continue to live. He lives, literally, off her memories. We’re shown this when he goes to her bedside at night and touches the back of her head, his eyes closed, as though attempting to remember something. A pool of black liquid forms in the basement and her mother, naked and curled into a ball appears. He heads to the basement and tears her arm off and eats the pomegranate-like flesh inside.

This is when the season took a dive into horror territory for me. These copies of the people that died throughout the neighborhood all live like this, and those that can’t live with their grief, their memories alone of their loved ones, stumble upon the house, create this world for themselves where their loved ones are alive, and never leave.

The House itself feeds off these memories to continue to live.

Again, I won’t get into the mechanics of what that means for the others, as the story-line is tied to what happens to them, but for Margot, she, once she finds out what’s really going on, seeks to leave her house (which is more like a prison in this copy-neighborhood), and that’s when the chase ensues.

You see, those that live off the memories of their loved ones, literally cannot die once they are born in the No-End House world—they must feed off their loves ones until the loved ones have nothing left to give and then and only then will they cease to exist.

So she, Margot, and Jules, who is dealing with her own horrors, are chased through this neighborhood, eager to get back to the house, except they can’t because it’s moved, because duh.

So they hunker down with a few survivors, chaos ensues, death ensues, and bing, bam, boom, Margot and Jules make it out. Of course, they go back in, but I wont’t talk about that because this would go on forever. Instead, just know that she comes to terms with the fact that the handsome stranger who practically lead them into the house, lives there—yeah lives there—and tricked her into staying there with him where he would let her father take her memories until she ended up like—surprise, the five other young women he took there previously because he was a foster kid or some such sad nonsense.

That doesn’t excuse being a weirdo klepto, Jeremy! (His name wasn’t Jeremy, I don’t care enough about his name to look it up.) With this reveal, Margot lets the family he kept in a literal cage on the street the House made for him out and they take all his memories, effectively making him well…a shell of himself.

Now out of the House for good, Margot gets a call from her mother whom she can’t remember because the copy-father took her memory of him, and says that Margot’s father knew they were having financial difficulties and took the pills to get a settlement, which they would only get from the insurance if his death was ruled an accident.

Which it was.

And here’s the kicker, after all of that, Margot tells Jules, “Even though I know the reason, it still feels like this weight on my shoulders I have to carry around.” (It’s a paraphrase.)

This just shows kids, that even if you drive yourself mad trying to figure out why death happens, why it must, trust that even if you knew, it wouldn’t lessen the load on your heart or your mind. Death is final and as this season of Channel Zero showed us, it should stay as such.

Margot’s journey to uncover the ‘truth’ of her father’s death led her to a world of horrors where she thought she could uncover the truth of why he did what he did, but all she was met with was a memory that wouldn’t ever be the real person.

That’s all you have of people once they die, your memories of them. And they’re the most precious things people can leave with you. If you can’t handle that unfortunate, or fortunate truth depending on how you look at it, you may just end up in a parallel world that isn’t what it seems with no way out.

(I’m talking about depression if you don’t get it by now.)

Monster Rating: 10/10

The Monster: The House or rather Grief and/or Depression

What did you think of No-End House? Did you find these themes within it? Found something else? Let us know in the comments below!

#Channel Zero #No-End House #Horror #Grief #psychological horror