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ailendolin · 4 months

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Happy 800!

Ho-Tan, Vex/Ho-Tan; Touch, Candle

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy your prompt fic (and that you don't mind that I included the Youngers so prominently)! I had a lot of fun writing it and finding ways for our beloved Yonderland residents to confuse some Christmas traditions from Debbie's world ;)

Explanations for the Youngers' names can be found in this post.

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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The Surprise [AO3]

Ho-Tan knew it was no secret that Debbie’s world fascinated her. She had, after all, written the best-selling tome Birmingham and Beyond – Customs and Traditions from the Chosen One’s World. Debbie had been kind enough to allow her to visit several times so she could conduct her research there which, Ho-Tan was proud to say, had actually included a trip to the local library. She could have spent hours there, lost among the books – and gladly would have if Debbie hadn’t reminded her that time flowed differently in Yonderland and she’d be gone for days if they didn’t leave as planned. The thought of her Youngers and Vex worrying themselves sick about her had ultimately been enough to convince Ho-Tan to pack up her notes and hurry on home.

Vex had laughed when she told him all about it, and with a very sweet kiss to the tip of her nose said, “You can stay in Deb-beh’s world as long as you like, love. We know how much your research means to you.”

“But not as much as you and the children,” she’d whispered before she’d pulled him and the Youngers close.

It had taken her months to turn her endless pages of notes into anything even remotely resembling organised chapters, and even longer to edit it all properly. But after almost a year of hard work, her book had finally been ready for publishing, and to her complete and utter surprise, it became an instant hit. Even though Debbie was no longer going on quests as the Chosen One, the people of Yonderland still considered her their saviour and seemed to be rather curious about her life and the world Nestor of Maddox had entrusted her to when she was but a baby, causing her book’s first edition to sell out within a week.

The Elders weren’t quite so enthusiastic when she gave them their own copy.

“Why are there no pictures in it?” Pressley wondered aloud as he leafed through the 300 pages with a frown on his face.

“There’s a map of Debbie’s world right at the back?” Ho-Tan offered helpfully.

The smile Pressley gave her looked a little forced.

Vex didn’t even pretend he would read it. “Sorry, love, but you know the words become confusing after a while and make my head ache.”

“I still want you to have it,” Ho-Tan smiled, not surprised and certainly not angry. How could she be when Vex put it so carefully on his shelf and she knew he would treasure it for the simple reason that she had given it to him?

She hadn’t planned on giving the Youngers a copy, figuring they would be even less interested in what was, essentially, academic research than their parents were. But then she saw young Sepal reading his father’s copy one day and realised how foolish that thought had been. The Youngers had always embraced things from Debbie’s world, be it her Krismas carols or the annual Easter Egg Hunt. She should have known they would embrace this too and be eager to learn more.

So that evening, instead of a bedtime story, Ho-Tan read to them a chapter from her book. They listened with wide eyes as she talked about the geography of Debbie’s world – “Great Britain is the centre, see?” – and wasn’t surprised when the other Elders joined them the next evening for the second chapter. Just like that it became a family thing, and Ho-Tan wished she could put into words how happy it made her to have everyone she loved together for an hour every night. Their lives were so busy these days what with having to restore order to the other realms – a process that would take years, she feared – that moments like this had become incredibly rare in the last few months. It didn’t help that the Youngers were slowly but surely growing up as well. She knew it was only a matter of time until one of them would declare himself too old for bedtime stories, and Ho-Tan dreaded the moment that day came with all her heart.

“You worry too much,” Vex told her one night, two weeks into their new routine. As gentle as the flutter of butterfly wings, he took the brush out of her hands and began to untangle her hair for her. “It doesn’t matter how old they get. They will never stop needing you, love.”

Ho-Tan met his eyes in the mirror. “I stopped needing my parents. So did you.”

Vex paused his gentle touches to give her hand a squeeze. “That was different.”

“I know but–“

“No, Alfie,” he said. “Our children are growing up more loved than we ever were. They will always be glad to come home to us. I promise.”

He kissed her then, softly, and it was only when he saw a smile pulling at her lips once more that he went back to brushing her hair.

Ho-Tan knew he was right but a part of her still couldn’t help feeling just a little sad at the thought of her sons growing up and possibly going their own ways soon. Neither of them had yet expressed the wish to take on the role of an Elder one day, and just the idea of Alvin travelling the Seven-and-a-half Seas on his own and Irk collecting plants in some jungle far beyond her reach made her want to hoard every laugh and hug like a dragon hoarded its gold. She had always known they would not stay little forever; she’d just thought she’d have a little more time before they grew up she’d have to let them go.

Over the next few weeks, Ho-Tan tried her best not to show how melancholic that thought made her. If the Youngers noticed that she hugged them a little tighter than usual or lingered at their door after she’d kissed them goodnight, they didn’t show it. She was pretty sure Vex had noticed but he didn’t say anything either. He simply held her a little closer at night, his way of silently reassuring her that he was there and that everything would be okay.

It didn’t even cross her mind that he and the Youngers could be planning something to cheer her up until she woke up to soft kisses behind her ear on a Sunday morning four weeks before Thanktival. A glance towards the window told her it was still early – so early the sun was not even up yet and Vex would normally still be fast asleep. Amused and just a little curious, Ho-Tan turned around in his arms and greeted him with a proper good morning kiss. “You’re up early.”

Vex made one of those noises she found incredibly endearing before he said, rather mysteriously, “Well, today is a special day.”

Ho-Tan frowned, trying to figure out what he meant. She was quite sure it wasn’t one of their important days – she’d never forgotten one of those. But what else could it be?

Seeing her confusion, Vex laughed and pressed another kiss to her lips. “Come on, let’s get you up and out of bed, old girl.”

Ho-Tan let him pull her to her feet, still wondering what he was up to. After they got dressed, Vex helped her with her hair – an intimate way of spending time together she’d always loved but rarely allowed herself to indulge in these days. His touch was gentle, ever loving, and she closed her eyes in contentment as his deft fingers skilfully created the braids she had worn all her adult life.

“There, all done,” Vex whispered softly into her ear.

Ho-Tan opened her eyes and, seeing the butterfly hair clip in her hair, smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

Smiling back at her, he took her hand and led her out of the room towards the kitchen. Usually, the kitchen was still dark and empty when Ho-Tan got up in the morning to get breakfast ready. Today, candlelight was spilling out into the hallway in flickering, golden hues when they rounded the corner. Confused and just a little suspicious, she turned to Vex. “What’s going on?”

He merely continued smiling and squeezed her hand. “You’ll see in a moment.”

When the sounds of excited whispers – the Youngers, if Ho-Tan wasn’t mistaken – echoed through the hallway, Vex not so subtly stomped his foot to alert them of their presence. The whispers stopped at once and Ho-Tan bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh. It was clear Vex and the Youngers had planned something for her – a surprise breakfast, perhaps? – and the last thing she wanted was to ruin the fun.

“Ready?” Vex asked when they were almost at the door. Ho-Tan nodded and let him guide her into the kitchen.

“Happy Advent!” the Elders and Youngers cheered in unison when she walked through the door. They were all there, waving at her with bright grins on their faces or pointing excitedly at what could only be an advent wreath sitting on the middle of the table. Ho-Tan’s vision blurred as she took it all in. It was only a few weeks ago that she’d read them the Krismas chapter from her book. At the time, she hadn’t thought anything about the curious questions the Youngers had asked her about it the next day but now, looking at the beautifully decorated wreath, it all suddenly made sense.

“Did you make this yourselves?” she breathed in awe.

The Youngers nodded.

“Everyone made their own candle. Look Mum, this one’s mine!” Irk said and pointed excitedly at a green candle that had different kinds of leaves all over it. Leaning forward to get a closer look, Ho-Tan felt her heart warm with more love than it could possibly contain when she saw the personalities of her friends and children reflected in all the candles on the wreath, be it in the quill and inkpot on Sepal’s or the pub sign on Pressley’s.

“They look beautiful,” she whispered.

Irk grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug. “We have one candle for you too!”

Alvin stepped forward and held a plain, dark blue candle out to her. Ho-Tan turned it over in her hands, wondering how she could personalise it, when Vex gently tapped her on the shoulder and held up a golden scroll and apple blossom made of wax. “I hope you don’t mind but I made these for you.”

It was only then that she noticed his own candle, burning brightly in the back of the wreath with a blue butterfly attached to its side next to a glass of sherry. The butterfly looked just like the one he had put in her hair only moments ago.

With shaking hands, Ho-Tan took the scroll and blossom from him. When she struggled to attach them to her candle, overwhelmed as she was, Alvin and Irk stepped in to help. “You’ve got it, Mum.”

She smiled at them through her tears and, together with them, finished the candle and placed it in the empty spot next to Vex’s.

“Light it, Uncle Choop!” Alvin said. Choop grumbled about being ordered around by a child but pulled out a box of matches anyway. A moment later, Ho-Tan’s candle flared to life and added its own glow to the warm light illuminating the kitchen.

“Perfect,” Irk breathed.

It really is, Ho-Tan thought as she looked at the twelve candles burning merrily on the wreath, symbolising not only every one of them but also the twelve realms and, of course, the Twelve Days of Krismas. Ho-Tan wasn’t quite sure if Debbie’s tradition demanded they be lit all at one – Debbie wasn’t quite clear on that – but it really didn’t matter. What did was that her family had made this for her, just because they knew she needed some cheering up and loved the traditions from Debbie’s world. It wasn’t even Thanktival yet, and yet she couldn’t imagine getting a better present this year.

As the others began to pull out plates and mugs from the cupboards to set the table for breakfast, she quietly turned to Vex. “Did you organise all this?”

“Maybe.” He winked at her before he reached out to cup her face. “You know I can’t bear seeing you sad, Alfie.”

Ho-Tan leaned into his touch and smiled when his thumb brushed a stray tear away. “Thank you.”

Vex looked like he wanted to say more but then Irk and Alvin began tugging at her hands, wanting her to move. Laughing through her tears, Ho-Tan let them pull her to her chair.

“We have another surprise for you, Mum,” Alvin said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Mr Bojangles helped with this one.”

That was all the explanation she got before he and the other Youngers started singing The Twelve Days of Krismas for her. Delighted, Ho-Tan looked at Vex and found him already smiling back at her, a serene look on his face. He reached for her hand and briefly brought it to his lips to place a kiss upon her knuckles before he gave the Youngers his full attention. Smiling softly to herself, Ho-Tan turned to look at the Youngers too, and as she sat there in the warm glow of the candles, surrounded by the people she loved most in all the realms, she knew she didn’t need to worry about the future. Whatever changes it would bring, her family would always be with her and find a way to make her smile.

#wise elder vex #scribe elder ho-tan #vextan #the elders youngers #yonderland #the elders #yonderland fic #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet #winter prompt fic

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nighthaterfrfr · 2 months

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I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF ALILEX AS A SHIP BEFORE AND I LVOEEEEE IT

do you have hcs?

oh. you dont

do i have hcs?

sorry hold on gotta pull from the

little chats i have w @jben073 abt this & lautity giv eme

ok!

here's a few misc. ones that i found

-they have once gone on a little theater date. normally, lex couldn't care less. why would she? most theater shows are boring anyways. but seeing her alice's eyes light up, and the intense explaining after the show? lex couldn't care less about her neutrality. she cares more about her gf more than anything.

-fun little hc that since lex is overall a kind of "bad" person? from like outside perspectives, alice likes to call lex her bad girl. i dont think i need any other explanation. she doesn't use this nickname a lot. well, except if lex is being bad. someone needs to show her who's in charge, yk. it just so happens to be this dumbass.

-alice has a secret (to abt everyone in her life) little blog dedicated to posting her musings abt her gf. yk. she named it "a maiden's musings," and is often the like "do u listen to boygenius?" of the hatchetfield universe. if u read "a maiden's musings" post, related to it, and liked it, chances are ur a bit… yk. she started the blog around the time she broke up with deb to not try and sulk over that, but slowly over time, lex began to unconsciously take over her mind, and the writings. alice once told lex this drunk, and lex later read it that night. safe to say, she's a big "maiden's musings." jst dont let her gf know abt this. she'd probably explode in happiness & embarrassment

(let me know if you'd like to hear one!i have one alr made lol)

-sometimes, hannah gets picked up by alice on thursdays and fridays, since lex always seems to be working too hard (enough) on those days. initially, hannah was very quiet and timid towards alice, still unsure who she is as a person. but as time went on, she got along with alice, and enjoyed her presence. alice was almost another motherly figure to hannah, and she appreciated it greatly. now, she'll talk (albeit limitedly) about how her day with, and converse with lex about her sometimes. almost like a little family.

-last and very silly one i have rn, lex has often tried to write something for alice. however, it always jst seemed kinda.. off. according to hannah, it reminds her of "a 4th grader trying to explain love." either or, alice holds it near and dear to her heart. she even kept the poem lex wrote in her phone case.

THANK U FOR THE ASK ABT THEM!! RAREPAIR WEEKS COMIN AND IM EXCITED TO WRITE ABT THEM

#lex foster #alice woodward #alilex...#alice woodward x lex foster #kuhlayer's komments #alilex

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sapphicscholar · 2 years

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Hacks 2.03 and 2.04 Thoughts

Like Ava, I’m trusting the process even when it’s painful, and I’m still watching with an eye toward critical generosity. That being said, some (though certainly not all!) of my thoughts verge on the critical this week as a heads up. Thoughts are below the cut for spoilers (because I had to get this word vomit out so I could start my actual workday haha)

1. I’ve seen a few other people say this already, but the episodes feel a little more disjointed this season with the episodic nature of being on the road and on tour. I don’t mind that in and of itself, but I think it’s also led to this season’s feeling less cohesive in the overarching narrative at least in part because we’re being told more things this season vs. last season when we actually saw most of the action (e.g., we keep hearing that Deborah’s bombing, but, until ep 4, we were largely seeing her get laughs and punchlines in, even if they weren’t the best). So rather than *seeing* the process, we’re often hearing about it via meta commentary for better or worse (again, I think you do what you can with 8 episodes and what seems like an ambitious story to tell and tour to take the characters on)

2. I really loved the scene where Deborah steps in and makes Weed stop the bus to let Ava go look for her dad’s ashes, and the final “fuck it” moment of shedding her fur coat to climb into a literal dumpster to help look was exactly the kind of narrative payoff and emotional catharsis I know and love from this show!

3. Deborah’s always had the capacity for meanness and real cruelty toward others, but this season I feel like we’re seeing more of it directed at strangers, people in the workplace, and even fans--all of whom in S1 we saw Deborah being fairly collegial and even downright friendly with (which set her up from the start, imo, as different from, say, a Miranda Priestly, even though she could be just as cutting). Again, I think part of it is the seeing vs telling thing - I know theoretically that Deb’s frustrated about the tour going poorly, so it would make sense for her to be lashing out more. But because we’re seeing so little of it, I’m not feeling it as much

4. On the other hand, Deborah’s deliberately making Ava jealous (sometimes using and tossing aside others to do it) feels exactly the right amount of petty, and the way she’s doing it, MY GOD, it’s fucking L Word levels of gay

5. Curious to see what we do with all of Ava’s very vocal pledges to clean living and very visible backsliding (largely encouraged by those around her, which makes sense! The entertainment business is a hard place for sobriety, as are a lot of the most visible spaces for queer life)

6. Look...I could write a whole separate post on ep 4 alone, but bulleted thoughts:

I get that it’s necessary for Deborah’s growth (comedic and personal) both to bomb in this painful obvious way AND ALSO to have some of the really shitty ways she’s talked about whole groups of people drawn out into the open, not for laughs but for scorn. THAT DOES NOT MAKE IT LESS PAINFUL TO WATCH. Holy shit an entire childhood spent in comedy clubs and bar basements, and that’s still in the top 3 worst things I’ve seen go down on a stage

The first 10 minutes or so...idk. I get that we’ve got a queer cast and not totally straight writing staff and all, but a lot of the jokes felt less like we were having a good in-on-the-joke kind of time and more of a laugh at the expense of queer women (like c’mon, why does the first woman to approach Ava have to be creepy about it?) Going into it (esp after having heard so much about how queer fans would LOVE this ep), I think I wanted The L Word Olivia Cruise episode vibes, and instead, it felt like I was watching Friends at first

BUT by the end, the episode felt like it had swung around enough so we could see that Deborah was the problem (the internalized misogyny, the way that she has such deep-rooted problems with a lesbian audience, the doubling down on it all), but I don’t think I personally ever shook my unease from the beginning of the episode

I really, deeply appreciated Ava’s conversation with Deborah during the manicure (so many thoughts about hands and queer erotics...). It gives a lot more nuance to conversations about sexuality than we generally get on screen. Esp after Ava’s brash comments in early S1, this felt like a chance for Ava to be serious with Deborah; she isn’t trying to shock Deborah to get the upper hand anymore, but is instead talking through a lot of things she’s had to process and think through herself, and I SO, SO appreciated it.

I do hope we return to some of this because I think Ava can and should have a chance to talk to Deborah after that set... echoing a brief conversation I had with @softdeb, the molly-fueled awkward dancing at sea was, um, a choice, and I hope it’s not the last we’ll see of that arc

Also the question of Deborah’s relationship to desire and intimacy felt not nearly so settled as some comments in interviews made it out to be! It feels live and open to me. This isn’t an argument for canonicity or anything, but I do think there’s still much to be interrogated after that meltdown at sea

Oh Marcus... I can and will not talk about the puppy who deserves better

Deborah’s phone call to Marcus was also so very good. I have a lot of care for both of these two deeply flawed, human characters--and a lot of thoughts about their history--and seeing them have this moment of being able to see each other/be seen while sitting amidst the rubble of all the ways they’ve fucked up was gorgeous. It’s what I’m here for in this show, and ending on that note was enough to make me hopeful

#hacks hbo #hacks season 2 spoilers #my meta #i have a lot of feelings #ava daniels #deborah vance

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.” — Deb Caletti

Omg I started this chapter yesterday but fell asleep reaaaally early bc I think I was super tired but I also slept more than 10 hours!!! That's literally more than I have slept three days combined of this week😂

It was the coolest shit ever. The kind of cool shit Max loved.

But right now, he couldn’t care less about the stupid nine-point circle or the lame spells.

He has to have the opportunity to meet them and talk to them when all of this is over or I will riot 😭

“Ah,” Max said, tracing a finger on the ground and keeping his hands busy. “Bapak got the hot ones.” They are all hot and you know it!!!

Luca is here!!!! I am love him already jdhdkdbdj

It seemed like a cruel joke. David was everywhere and nowhere. 😭😭😭😭💙

Poor Luca and Max😂 but you can't blame Alec babes!! I can only imagine how Magnus looks...

No wait!! I also want to know his superpower!!!

Max just wanted to set something on fire.

*Me whispering* please do Mallory, please do Mallory, please do Mal-

“You do,” Nicolas grinned widely. “When I see your future, I see too much. It’s almost blinding.”

“Pun intended?”

“Of course.”

Should I be scared or excited or??? Yeah, Imma be both ;)

“You worry too much about the future,” Nicolas told him.

“It’s a warlock thing.”

“It’s a you thing,” Nicolas chuckled. “But it’s not a bad thing. I taught you for a reason, Maxwell. You must use it wisely.”

He knows something I ignore and I am getting frustrated and that ending was really cryptic😭😭 I need answers!!! Please!!!

Clary Fairchild being a bad bitch I'd honestly the only reason I'm surviving this...

“People do awful things because they often think they are doing it for the right reasons,” the woman told her. “And most often, the reason is love. Love of something. Love for someone.” Don't mind me, I just cracked some main plotline of my story bc of this😂

Gabrielina>>>>>>

Them getting into Marcus brain and figuring out the logo like the power couple the are😎

But also, I'm always forgetting that shadowhunters don't have that much education in lots of subjects like maths or astronomy or mundane things in general and it's kinda funny 😂

She looked at Gabriel. “I want to talk to Claire Devlin.” Is that a good idea? Idk. Am I excited nevertheless?? ✨yes✨

Istg, this scenes are taking years of my life😭 I can't even read it twice as I normally do!!! That's how scared I am!!!

He doesn't remember about Edom 😭😭😭 or the time they went to London's shadow market!!!

After we give David his gift, I will make sure you join your brother,” Mallory said. “Okay?” I don't even feel bad about this one :)) don't say David didn't warn you...

All of this just so his parents believe him... bitch just go to therapy and move on like the rest!!

David, who was breathing raggedly, stared at her. “If you touch him, I will kill you.” He doesn't have half his memories, and he still will kill you if you touch him. Take that!! 🥰

Not the first time they meet!!!! NO NO THAT ONE!!! PLEASE!!! WHY DO I ALWAY END UP CRYING AFTER A CHAPTER NOW??? 😭😭😭

I thought I knew hate, but then I met the Devlins and I understood I knew nothing 🔪🙂

Last POV... WTF????

First of all, Gigi and Lexi are the best babes ever. My beautiful parabatai 😍

And also all the other parabatai paired with a Super Babe!! The power!! The potential!! I want to thank you for the parabatai content we got 💙💙

Her father had taught her that the biggest mistake a fighter can do was to deny their own fear.

Don’t deny it. Don’t dismiss it. Feel it. Use it.

Jace as a father will never not make me emo🥺

Nevermind, I understood why no one likes Evan lmao

And why did Nico request to be escorted by Gigi and Lexi??? And go to Paris???? And left his cane??? To NY Institute??

Shadow demons are going to show up. I just feel it!

Lexi fighting Mallory is totally awesome. But maybe we can fast forward to the part she kills her or something?? 🥺 Also Mallory fighting with Pressure??? THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH!!!

Why did Nico said the suggenes thing??? Why did he protected her like that???

What did Nico saw on Logan's future??? Who will come for both of them?? Lucifer?? Max?? The Prince of Darkness????

“You are about to change the fate of the shadow world,” Nicolas said. I AM CONFUSION AND SADNESS 🔪😭

“Warlocks might forgive. But they don’t forget,” Nicolas told her. “He will remember.” And I damn hope he will burn everything down

Will Max make another spell??? Now that Nico taught him some warlock math??? Who is other Max???? What is he talking about?? 😭😭😭

Nicolas smiled.

The most beautiful smile.

The smile of a little boy with big dreams.

“Good,” Nicolas smiled. “I can finally grow up.”

I. I have no words. I'm still processing. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK?? I realized half of the last POV was me just asking questions I won't get the answer to until later 😭😭

I'm still missing some chores for this week to finally be over, but now I'm going to do them thinking about that ending:))

THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS HERE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY OTHER THAN SORRY SKJNCVJKS

but wait i can answer one of them.

Nico lied about the suggenes thing because he wanted to protect Lexi. Otherwise Mallory would have killed her.

PS- mallory fighting with Pressure reminds me of that time when Zara fought with Cortana 🤢

okay ily bye

#lbaf

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thissugarcane · 2 years

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qaf rewatch notes, ep 4

this is my week apparently. oops?

brian flat-out lies that he spent a second night with justin. iiiiinteresting.

Justin the.. monday? after he slept with brian the second time-- is still, in fact, a brat with Jenn. she's very... subservient isn't the right word, but very accommodating?

hahahaha brian admitting he sort of had sex with ted at an orgy "...with scott and kevin, the todds, and ted shows up with [brian's] taxes."

chris hobbes: yeah. he's flirtin'. he's like. justin taylor is the opposite of subtle, my friend; justin is licking his lips, he's doing his "brian kinney wants me" soulful gaze at chris. and chris is telling him about some handjob. COME ON BOY, like. chris is definitely coming onto justin. I hadn't watched the equipment room scene in a while and yeah. he was into it.

justin quit art club at school with the line "you don't know me! a lot can change in a week". did he quit because he wanted to give chris hobbes a hand job? or did he quit because he thinks he's too cool for school? interesting given brian's continual support of justin's art...

when Jenn says "[some other guy] could have been your father" Justin's immediate reaction is "then I wouldn't be me". and this-- like, I do think that Justin continues to acknowledge Craig's contribution to his growth (good and bad)

Jenn promises not to tell Craig [about Justin being gay and Brian] and then she breaks it. note to self: how long does it take Jenn to regain that trust? till season 3? 4? 5 at the wedding announcement? ...ever? hmm.

Mel talks about Brian's mother as if she has no clue what Brian's home life was like -- so until the wake for his dad (?) I guess she didn't. and really, how much would Lindsay have known either?

here's where we start to see Brian's typical coping mechanisms fall apart: he goes to a sex club to ignore Ted in the coma needing him, but it fails. do we think this is typical? or do we think this is just the first time Brian's really come up against people other than Michael needing him in a long while (if ever)? there's Justin and Gus coming along in the same night... and now Ted. So his emotional support structure for "I have uncomfortable feelings" is like. nil

Justin's "he wants me. I'm gonna be with him. You'll see." is just the cutest. whether Brian knows it or not, the moment where he's lost the war ;)

Justin yelling at Brian's building while he isn't there -- did he give him a key / the code just to stop justin yelling at his neighbours? el oh el.

Emmett: "there's a lot of things we don't know about each other." Emmett is such a good friend, a good person.

Brian asking Lindsay what gives his life purpose is horrible; like, Brian, you do not want to ask your in-love-with-you lesbian friend who wants a perfect house/family more than an honest relationship, what gives you purpose! I mean, I know Brian doesn't have that many options for emotional support and/or advice, but still.

Vic at Deb's dinner table while Mikey, Justin and Debbie argue over Brian and Justin queening out, and Vic just.... sitting there being like "how is this my life", ignoring everything but the "how did you and brian do it"

Justin's waiting for Brian, and like. knows, brian'll fuck him again. I want to read fic from the second night they get together, where they talk about how Brian never fucks anyone once, and how they're not boyfriends even if he does... because Justin just keeps coming around. so brian has to have justified it somehow to himself (and out loud) right? and afterward, ohhh, brian knows mikey is pissed, brian knows he's fucked up as far as Michael's concerned, but refuses to apologize or put up with Michael's jealousy. it's like "yeah, I'm not doing my normal thing here michael and I'm not going to explain it to you." which makes Michael more pissed off

the scene where Brian and Ted talk about choosing Brian as living will: Ted and Brian look a bit alike, except that their expressions are totally different so you don't often see it

the end, brian/michael dancing-- yeah, first half of first season, I see how michael could think that they were "together" without sex

#queer as folk us #qaf #brian/justin #britin

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relationshipsshrink · 1 year

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Has She Lost That Loving Feeling?

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Dear Dr. Deb,

I have spent years trying to communicate my feelings toward my wife. We do not see eye-to-eye on certain topics, which I’m fine with. But what bothers me the most is not being able to compromise on things that matter to us.

When it comes to intimacy, my wife complains that “It’s always about sex” with me. But I’d be lucky if we’re intimate once or twice a week. Part of the issue is we don’t sleep in the same bed so she can be with our kids, who I know won’t be kids for a long time. And when we have been intimate, it’s almost like a joke or game, and I can’t fully enjoy being with her.

Another thing that bothers me is that she and the kids spend too much time on iPads and iPhones. I would rather that we spent time with one another. I’ve made that clear, but my wife doesn’t agree. She’s so busy at work that she considers her phone time as a chance to decompress. I don’t understand, since I also work, cook, clean, and take care of the kids as much as she does, but I don’t feel I need to be on my phone to destress.

I value my wife and I do my best to listen to her. I consider myself a very considerate and understanding person. I’ve changed in many ways to compromise for her needs, but I don’t feel like my needs are being respected or honored.

What am I missing?

Mr. Wits-End

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Dear Wits-End,

I can feel your frustration and hopelessness vibrating right through my computer screen. Having the same conversation again and again that turns into a cold war gets old fast.

A lot of couples experience “cooling” periods, when it becomes challenging to listen and talk to each other. It seems to be no different in your case. In these situations, instead of physically leaving the relationship, one partner tends to check out emotionally.

The first step is to figure out why your wife won’t talk to you. If you don’t know why she won’t communicate with you, try your best to find out. Your situation sounds like it has been a slow slide into complacency or a gradual deterioration.

Which leads us to the next step: dig deep and take a good look at your relationship. Not as how you would want it to be, but as it is now.

Examine yourself honestly. It’s easy to blame your partner but often faulty communication and ineffective interactions are a two-way street.

I would even hazard a guess that you know more than you realize. You need to ask yourself some tough questions:

Might you be acting in ways that make it harder for her to talk to you?

How sure are you that she feels like her needs are being met?

Could you have inadvertently hurt her and distancing herself is her way of protecting herself from being hurt again?

Are you hesitant to raise conflicting topics for fear of her reaction? Or do you only talk about yourself?

Are you locked in a power struggle, trying to establish control?

Are you able to effectively communicate your feelings?

It goes without saying that there are also things your wife has to deal with, and she may be withdrawing from you for selfish reasons. But since you’re the one I’m responding to right now, I would encourage you to take action for yourself. After all, the only person you can do anything about is you.

That said, for you and your wife to work through this emotional distance, and get better at the art of exchange, both of you will need to agree to talk.

Identify some of the root causes of the unresolved issues between you and make a mutual commitment to listen to each other’s concerns. Neither of you has anything to gain by holding back your true feelings. It’s easier said than done, but be honest. Lay your cards on the table.

Re-establishing an emotional connection will only happen if you both make your relationship a priority and spend quality time together.

Lastly, but maybe most importantly, if you know your wife’s “love language*,” use it. This may not erase months or years of silence, miscommunication, and hurt feelings, but expressing your love using her primary love language shows consideration for her (and let’s admit, it’s romantic!) and would definitely be a step in the right direction.

Wishing you the best, Dr. Deb

*The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love that Lasts,” by Gary Chapman.

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gardenerian · 2 years

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Dear Mel,

This weekend, Ian and Mickey got invited to a baby shower! It's for one of the moms at their new apartment complex, and Ian is so excited about it. You know, baby fever, a little nudge nudge, we should have one too to Mickey kind of thing.

Mickey, as usual, sees right through him. But he goes along, Ian's in that cute, excited as a puppy mood and the food's probably gonna be bomb. That bitch Marta from 3C is catering, and she once made them a mean casserole.

Turns out, Mickey ends up having way more fun than he was expecting. The food was great, but the baby stuff hanging on the walls and shit were sort of cute, too. Not that he would admit that.

However, Ian is the one who gets antsy afterwards. All the talk about doctor's appointments, baby furniture, pre-school ("Mick, did you hear Brit is already looking at schools? She's not even 30 weeks pregnant!" "Who the fuck is Brit, man?" *chewing noises*) made his head a bit dizzy. He feels overwhelmed, maybe he's not fit for this? What if he messes it up? And fuck, he can't even tell Mickey about that, he's the one who "pushes" Mickey about having kids. Maybe he doesn't even want them and just agrees with Ian so the subject will die (which is totally Ian's head messing with him. Mickey wants kids just as much as Ian at this point).

So, they get home. And Ian is weirdly quiet, mind going a thousand miles per minute but body not moving, he's stuck sitting on their couch staring at nothing. And Mickey knows what this is. And he thinks he knows why he's like this.

My question is, how does Mickey comfort Ian about that?

ah debs! i can see this happening so clearly. ian has such a vision for their future and he believes in it so much! and he believes so fully in mickey. ian wants to make a family and be a dad - and he especially wants to do it with mickey. it just feels natural! but i bet there are moments when the reality of it all settles over him. how much there is to plan for, how scary and real and important it is. and there are surely moments of real doubt about his own ability to handle it.

so yes - mickey sees it all playing out, he can see the thoughts bouncing around ian’s head. i don’t think he’ll ask about it directly, not right away. he’ll sit next to ian on the couch and comment on the shower - probably about the food or lack of booze. just a little thing to get ian’s attention. ian will just nod or smile a bit, and mickey can move in there. kinda like the deleted scene?

“that was a lot, huh?” or “you tired now?” - a little question to alert ian to the fact that mickey can sense something’s up, even though he probably already knows. but it gives ian a chance to sigh and deflate a bit, lean into mickey and let go of the tension. ian will start and stop, he doesn’t want to freak mickey out or make a whole Thing of it. but when mickey opens his arms and raises an eyebrow, it all comes out. the worries and fears and regrets. mickey just listens, rubbing at his back. hums a bit as ian speaks.

when ian quiets down, mickey keeps holding onto him. stays quiet for a minute, lets the words settle. after a moment - “you wanna know what i think?” and ian will nod. always. mickey will tell him that ian takes care of them all, he sees to their needs and loves them fully and completely. and at the end of that day, that’s what matters. that’s where you start. and they’ll learn this, they’ll learn it together and they’ll help each other because they are partners in everything. mickey will be there to back ian up when he feels unsteady, and he knows ian will do the same for him. and they have so much support in their corner. they won’t ever be alone in this. what ian gives to the world and their family - they will show up and give that right back. and mickey will tell him that it’s normal and okay to be scared shitless (he still is, too), but he knows ian can do it. he knows ian was made to care and love and nurture, and he wants to see ian try. he wants to see ian succeed - and he wants to be part of it. mickey feels sure of himself because he has this partnership! ian will smile a big tearful smile and kiss his husband, thank him quietly, and tell him that he loves him. they’ll stay wrapped up in each other, making little plans until it’s time for bed ✨

#i said So Much #sorry 😭#i love this though #the ways they lift each other up #GAHHH #debs your mind 🥺💓#mel answers #long post

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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Second Chance

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff, lil angst

note / request - “hi! can we get a carl x reader during like season 10. they were together in the past and they broke up, but hang out everyday. but carl still likes her so he tries getting her back.” this is so trash lmao, but enjoy!

summary - you and carl dated a while back, but now are just friends. he spends the day with you, hoping to win you back

warnings - language, underage drinking, suggestive content but no real smut

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“Hey, C-Bear!” You called out.

“‘Sup, Y/n/n!” Carl smiled at you. You ran up the stairs of his porch and gave him a tight hug.

“How was Florida?” Carl asked once you pulled back.

“Hot as shit, but fun. How was Chicago?” You asked a giggle.

“Same old,” he shrugged.

You looked at your best friend and smiled. “So, what’re we gonna do today? It is the last day of summer.”

“I was thinking of just hanging out here. It’s too hot to do anything,” Carl shrugged.

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

You two walked into Carl’s house. You saw Franny on the couch with Debbie.

“Hey, Debs. Hi, Fran-Fran!” You squealed and went over to Franny.

“Y/n!” Franny exclaimed.

“How have you been, squirt?” You asked the little girl, picking her up in your arms.

“Good,” she smiled widely. “Good,” you smiled.

Carl looked at you while talking to Franny, absolutely mesmerized.

You and Carl had dated the previous summer. You two had a good run. You lasted for 6 months before Carl had met a girl named Anne at his job. You noticed him slipping away slowly everyday. It broke your heart and you knew that you had to end it. Carl obviously didn’t realize he was falling in love with someone else, so you sat him down and told him you were breaking up with him. It hurt like a bitch for you, but you knew it was for the best so you wouldn’t end up getting more hurt in the end. You handled it maturely, telling him that you two could still be friends no matter what. You two were friends way before you dated, anyways.

Carl handled it differently, though. He was angry at you for accusing him for falling in love with another girl. He cursed at you, stormed out of your car, and didn’t talk to you for 2 weeks. You missed him, but you were kind of thankful he left you alone.

In those 2 weeks, you were able to rediscover your self worth. You managed to convince yourself that Carl was just like every other guy at your age; stupid. You knew you were hot shit and if he didn’t want you, then that was his loss.

Even though you said this to yourself everyday, the hurt feelings didn’t stop. It took you a good 2 months to stop thinking about Carl and Anne together, him possibly cheating on you while he was on the job. You finally got over all the anxious thoughts and were happier now. You’d never admit it, but you were still in love with Carl, and you knew that he was the one, but the one that got away.

Those 2 weeks for Carl were absolute hell. He missed you so much and started to pull away from Anne. Pulling away from Anne made him realize that you were right. That he was slowly falling in love with another woman, but he also realized that he loved you more. He took those 2 weeks to straighten himself up. He did pep-talks with himself, had his brothers help him out in what to do. They gave him hell for letting you go. Even they knew you were the one for him and reminded him of it everyday.

Carl called you up after those two weeks and you agreed to try and be friends. It was hard for the first month, for both of you. You two were quiet and awkward when you hung out. You wouldn’t even hug him goodbye when you left his house, much less a high-five. But, it gradually got easier. You two saw each other more and fell into a comfortable rhythm, which consisted of you ignoring your feelings of love for him, and Carl acknowledging his feelings for you, always thinking of ways to get you back, but none of them working out.

Now it was a year later and you two were back to being best friends like you were before you started dating. You had pushed the feelings you had for Carl away so much, it was barely there anymore. It was the opposite for Carl, he was still so deeply in love with you. So now that it was the last day of summer, he had planned to spend the whole day with you, try and woo you and get you back.

“Are you hungry?” Carl asked, grabbing back your attention.

You nodded. “Starving.”

“I think we have some cookies we can bake, right Debs?” Carl asked his sister.

“I think so. We also have decorating icing, too,” Debbie said.

“Great! What kind of cookies do you guys have?” You asked, going over to the kitchen. “Just chocolate chip, I think. Maybe sugar cookies?” Debbie said.

You hummed and looked in their fridge and found two rolls of chocolate chip and sugar cookies.

“Found ‘em!” You exclaimed excitedly.

Carl went into the kitchen with you, smiling at the happy expression you had on your face.

“Help me put them on a tray?” You asked.

Carl nodded and went next to you. He took the sugar cookie roll and broke it into pieces. Debbie walked over to the kitchen, taking a seat, wanting to catch up with you.

“So, why did you guys do in Florida?” Debbie asked.

“Went swimming, went to Universal Studios. We went to a lot of nice restaurants. I met a few cute guys there, too,” you smiled.

“Ooh, really?” Debbie smirked. “Any that stuck?”

“This one kid named Josh. We played volleyball on the beach for a while. He told me he liked my swim suit,” you smirked.

“Did you two hook up,” Debbie asked.

Carl tensed at her words. He hoped you would say no. You weren’t like someone to jump into things like that so fast. Sure, you had a few boyfriends before Carl, but he knew that you took time in getting to know him. Plus, your first time was with him.

“Nah. I’m pretty sure he had a girlfriend. There was a girl on the beach that kept glaring at me and hanging onto his arm. I even saw them kiss a few times,” you snorted.

“Wow, he sounds like an ass,” Debbie said.

“Yep. That’s why I rejected his kind offer to fuck,” you laughed.

“Atta girl,” Debbie gave you a high-five.

“Yeah, I didn’t really feel like becoming the talk of the town or whoever those people lived,” you chuckled.

"It’s good you said no,” Carl chimed in.

“Oh, yeah, why? Besides the obvious,” you raised a brow.

“Because it’s not you to hook up randomly,” Carl said.

“Are you implying I’m a prude,” you chuckled.

“No, no. I just... you waited until we dated to fuck, I-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you cut Carl off. You moved to put the cookies in the oven. Carl couldn't see it, but you were very flustered.

Him mentioning your romantic past brought up memories. These memories were the ones you didn’t mind remembering. They just made your legs weak heart swell.

Carl was right, you did wait until you two were dating to have sex. You wanted it to be special and even though you two were just friends at the time, before you two were dating, you knew that sex with him would be special. And to your delight, it was. He was gentle, sweet, loving. He payed attention to you the whole time. It was one of the things you knew would live in your memory forever.

“You waited?” Debbie asked. “Yeah,” you stood back up and shrugged.

“Wow, I wish I had your self control,” Debbie snorted.

“It wasn't about self control. It was just knowing who was right for me,” you said. Your gaze fell on Carl as you said those words.

He had a small on his face, to which you returned. Your heart fluttered at the sight, which made you avert your gaze immediately. Even though you didn’t mind the memories, you did mind the feelings they and him brought. As much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was still attracted to him.

That part of you was the one you constantly had to push away. You had to remind yourself what he did. How he fell in love with another girl. How he let go someone good, kind, so loving and supportive. You knew if you let that other part of you invade your mind and feelings, you would be in his bed making out with him and possibly getting hurt, which was something you didn’t want.

“How long do these have to bake?” Carl asked.

“Like 15-20 minutes,” you said. He nodded and put his tray in the oven.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Carl asked.

“Sure,” you nodded.

“I’m gonna go and meet Claudia. Watch Franny for me?” Debbie asked.

“I’d love to!” You smiled. You loved Franny. She was such an easy and good kid to watch. She took care of herself, too, so all you had to do was make her food whenever she was hungry.

“Great, thank you. I’ll see you guys later!” Debbie smiled and left the house.

“Franny, do you wanna watch a movie with us?” You asked the little girl.

“Yeah!” She smiled.

“Great! What movie do you want to watch?” You asked.

Carl smiled at you as you talked to Franny. Seeing you play with Franny was one of the things that made him fall in love with you. Seeing a girl good with kids was attractive as hell.

“She wants to watch Sleeping Beauty,” you said and walked over with Franny to the couch.

“Alright. I’ll put in the DVD,” Carl said.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

He smiled back at you and nodded. You sat on the couch, Franny sitting next to you. Carl walked back to the couch and groaned internally. He was planning on sitting next to you so you could lay your head on his shoulders whenever you go tired, which was something you did during every movie you two watched together. But now you couldn’t do that because Franny was sitting in the middle.

“What’s wrong, C-Dog?” You noticed his annoyance.

“Nothing. I’ve just watched this movie a billion times,” he sighed.

“That's what you get for having a little child in the house,” you chuckled and turned your attention over to the movie.

About 20 minutes in the movie, the oven beeped, singling that the cookies were done.

“Franny, do you want to decorate cookies or watch the movie?” You asked while getting up.

“I wanna watch the movie,” she said.

“Alright, kid. Don’t cause any trouble in here. Aunt Y/n and Uncle Carl will be in the kitchen,” you said and patted her head.

She giggled and you left to go to the kitchen with Carl.

“You’re really good with her,” Carl complimented you.

“Thank you. I have two little brothers, so I’ve learned a thing or two about kids. You just gotta treat them like adults, but also make sure they know they’re boundaries. Franny is such a good kid, though, she doesn’t need a lot of boundaries or rules,” you explained.

Carl nodded. “Oh, yeah. How are Lucas and Lyle?”

“Trouble,” you chuckled. Carl laughed with you. “I bet not as much trouble as I was when I was little.”

“Hm, true,” you giggled, recalling memories of when you two were in elementary school.

“You’ve shaped up good, though. Military school helped with that,” you complimented.

“Thank you. You’ve always been good. Even when we broke up,” Carl remarked.

You met his eyes. A frown was plastered on your lips. “Thank you. I try not to be sour and shit. I know it gets me nowhere.”

“Yeah, I learned that the hard way,” Carl sighed, referring two his 2-week temper tantrum.

You gave him a kind smile. “It’s alright. I’m glad we stayed friends, though.”

Yeah, friends, Carl thought in dismay.

He put on a fake smile though. “Me, too.”

You went over to the cupboard and got out some decorative icing that you found. You put them on the kitchen counter and picked up a sugar cookie.

“What’re you gonna put on yours?” You asked.

“A penis,” Carl said.

You rolled your eyes, but laughed. “I take back what I said about you shaping up.”

Carl laughed with you, “Hey! Not fair. You asked me and I responded honestly.”

“True,” you giggled. You squirted some icing on Carl’s face, irrupting into a fit of laughter when it got all over the left side of his face.

“And I take back what I said about you always being mature!” Carl exclaimed, squirting some icing on you. It landed on your collar bone. Carl eyed the bare skin, licking his lips, wishing he could lick it up.

You noticed his stare. Your heart couldn’t help but race. You felt yourself start to get sweaty under your armpits. You averted your gaze and got a towel to wipe the icing off. Carl grabbed the towel out of your hands.

“Here, let me,” Carl offered. “I was the one to make the mess.” You rolled his eyes. You knew this was one of his ways of trying to flatter you and kiss you. You let him, though. You would never admit it to anyone, but you liked when he did these things. Not so much because he was still pining over you, but it reminded you of how much of a caring boyfriend he was.

You leaned against the counter while Carl wetted the towel. He gently wiped the icing of your collar bone. Your heart skipped a beat as his fingertips brushed lightly over your skin. His face was abnormally close to yours, too. He was crouched down and looked up to you every so often. It made your stomach flip. It reminded you of when he ate you out, looking up at you with his lips glistening. You averted your gaze, feeling warmth spread between your legs.

Carl was taking an annoyingly long time. You sighed heavy, hoping he would be done soon because if not, you would just end up kissing him. To your releif, he backed away from you, throwing the towel in the sink. He got another towel to wipe his face off.

Even though you looked relieved on the outside, your heart was begging for him to comeback and be close to again, to tease you.

“Did you like that?” Carl asked, smirking at you.

“No, you were very slow,” you lied. Carl frowned at you and looked away. You felt bad, but you didn’t say anything.

“Let’s finish the cookies so Franny can eat some,” you said.

Carl nodded. You two decorate the cookies in silence. You put them on plates, bringing them into the living room.

“Here, Franny,” you said and put one of the plates on the table. You sat back down, Carl following slowly after you.

You took a few cookies, giving Franny two and keeping two for yourself.

“Thank you,” Franny said.

You gave her a sweet smile. “You are very welcome.”

Carl took a couple cookies and slumped back on the couch. The tension between you two was thick. It hadn't been like this for a while, but you knew to just let it subside until you felt ready to talk again. Luckily, the movie was still going, so you had an excuse to not converse. By the end of the movie, Franny had fallen asleep. Her head was on your lap and the rest of her body was on Carl’s. When the movie was done, Carl helped you carry Franny back up to Debbie’s room. You two tucked her in and went back downstairs.

You went back into the kitchen, grabbing two beer bottles for Carl and you.

“Thanks,” Carl said when you handed him a bottle.

You hummed in reply and sat back down on the couch. You turned on the TV, switching to re-runs. Carl sat next to you, leaving lots of space in-between you two.

“How is everyone else doing?” You asked.

“Good. Lip and Tami have Freddy and Ian has Mickey,” Carl said.

“Wow, everyone is shacked up, huh?” You asked.

“Yeah, even Debbie. She gets mad money, too,” Carl chuckled.

“It’s weird the way the world works,” you remarked, half paying attention to Golden Girls. “Have you met any girls this summer?” You asked, your stomach flipping thinking about his answer.

“A few, but I’m not really interesting in dating,” Carl shrugged.

You turned to him, fully surprised. “Carl Gallagher, not interested in dating? I think the world is ending.”

Carl chuckled, “I’m just not interesting in dating the girls I met.” Carl scooted closer to you while saying those words, putting a hand on your thigh.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. Carl was getting closer and closer to you. You didn’t move, though. You liked his touch and being in his vicinity.

“Who are you interested in dating?” You whispered.

Carl’s eyes burned into yours. They drifted down to your lips and back up to your eyes. Your body shivered and butterflies shot down your whole body. You found yourself moving closer to him, putting your hand over his.

“You,” Carl spoke.

You looked into his eyes deeply. You could tell he meant what he said. The look on his face was almost enough for you to kiss him, but you pulled away. His hand slipped off your thigh. You stood up off the couch, putting on your shoes.

“I should go. It’s late and my parents are probably wondering where I am,” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“No, stay. Your parents know where you are and probably aren’t worried. You always stay over,” Carl protested.

“I’m tired, anyways. Plus, Lucas and Lyle probably miss me,” you made up more excuses and went to the front door.

Carl ran to you and put his hand on your arm.

“Stay, Y/n. I’m not letting you go this time,” Carl said.

You turned to him, tears in your eyes. “I don’t love you anymore, Carl, not like that.”

“I know you’re lying. I’m not as dumb as people think, okay? I see it in your eyes. I notice you breathing heavily when I come close to you. I know you still love me. I still love you. I’m still in love with you,” he confessed.

“Listen, Carl,” you sighed. “I know you want to make it up to me, I appreciate it, but I’m not letting myself get hurt again.”

“I know I hurt you, Y/n. I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m stupid as shit. It hurts me every fucking time I see you. It hurt me so much to see you cry because of me. I do want to make it up to you, but I also want you back. I need you, Y/n. Please, give me a chance. I need you so fucking bad,” Carl pleaded. His voice broke and tears shined in his eyes.

You shook your head. “I said I don’t love you anymore! Let me go!” You shouted. You wanted so desperately to get out of the house because you knew if you stayed, you would end up kissing him.

“No,” Carl said. With that, he pulled you into his arms and crashed his lips on yours.

With Carl’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, and his soft lips on yours, you could’t help but finally give in. You melted into the kiss, putting your hands on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Carl slammed you against the wall, his fingertips digging into your sides. The kiss was fast, rough, passionate.

You were so glad that you gave in. You missed this feeling more than you would ever admit.

Carl pulled away, putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb ran across your bottom lip. His eyes stared into yours.

“Give me another chance. I promise I won’t hurt you again,” Carl promised.

You sighed and nodded. You knew he had good intentions, and that he was the one for you. “You better not. Or I will beat you up.”

Carl smiled, pulling you into another deep kiss.

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arrowflier · 3 years

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Prompt for you my lovely 😊: Ian having a bad bipolar day/really depressed and Mickey taking care of him while they still live with the Gallagher’s, maybe outsiders perspective on the way Mickey can translate Ian when he’s nonverbal or that he tries to coax Ian into eating dinner by pulling him into his lap and sharing his plate, that sort of thing and maybe someone is about to tease them but Mickey gives that glare all protective like and then they shut up:) (also can Ian be wearing Mickey hoodie or some along those lines, he’s skinny it would fit)

Thank you for the prompt! Standard disclaimer that as much as I've been writing about bipolar disorder lately I still have a lot to learn, and always want to know if it makes anyone uncomfortable.💖

Content Warnings: bipolar disorder, depressive episode, food

It had been two days since Ian left the room he had Mickey had taken over once they were both out of jail. Two days of Debbie worrying, trying to talk Mickey into taking him somewhere (The fuck are they gonna do, Raggedy-Anne, sedate him? He’s already out like a light), sending Franny up with toast and coffee like they used to do for Monica (I don't like it when he's sad, mommy), and checking the bottles of meds on the bathroom sink that Mickey swore he doled out each morning.

And Debbie remembered what it was like, with their mom. It had been scary then, too. But Monica had never been stable, and Ian…

Well. It was a lot scarier when the person that wouldn’t get out of bed was the same person that had taken you to school, and been there to pick you up. Had taught you to swim, and to fight, and to never give up.

When the person who had shown you what strength was lost their own, what were you supposed to do?

So when Ian stumbled down the stairs that morning, thin and pale and dead-eyed, Debbie wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or force-feed him pancakes until he choked on them.

She went for none of the above, and hid her wet eyes by turning back to the stovetop instead.

Franny had no such compunctions, and was out of her chair and barreling into Ian’s legs before Debbie could even think to warn her.

“Uncle Ian!” she greeted excitedly. “Are you feeling better now?”

Debbie bit her lip, turning just enough to keep an eye on them from under her hair. She hated that she felt like she had to, but it was what it was.

And right now, what it was was her older brother letting his hand fall weakly onto Franny’s head, tangling in her red hair as she pressed her face into his leg.

“Hey, Fran,” he said, voice soft and scratchy from two days not speaking in anything but a whisper. He didn’t answer her question, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Franny pulled away, Ian’s hand falling limply back to his side until she grabbed it and tried to lead him to the table.

“You must be so hungry!” Franny was saying. “Mommy, can you make Uncle Ian breakfast too?”

Debbie looked at Ian, still standing there fidgeting as Franny swung their linked hands back and forth. His face was tucked down into a hoodie that didn’t look like it belonged to him—too loose in the chest and too short on his torso, barely even hanging to his hips—and he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“I don’t know, Franny,” she hesitated. “Does Uncle Ian want breakfast today?”

No response. With a sigh, Debbie quietly added another egg to the bowl she had yet to whisk, and hoped for the best.

Franny had given up on getting Ian to the table, hugging him again before taking her own seat, and he was left standing there awkwardly and alone. Debbie wondered what she should do—Should she talk to him? Ask him to sit down? Tell him it was okay if he wanted to go back upstairs?—when the back door opened, Lip coming through with baby Fred in his arms.

“Hey Debs,” Lip greeted with a nod. “Got enough food for two more?”

Like he hadn’t just marched in after almost a week of not being home, off with Tami in their new place while Debbie took care of everyone and everything else. Still, she added another egg even as she rolled her eyes.

“Depends,” she asked dryly as she did it, “Got some money for me?”

“Nope,” Lip answered, then finally noticed Ian in the corner. “Morning bro,” he started, then did a double-take.

“Are you wearing Mickey’s shirt?” he asked, smirking. Knowing him, something rude was right on that comment’s heels, so Debbie threw an eggshell at the back of his head.

She widened her eyes at him when he turned to glare, trying to gesture without Ian noticing. But Lip didn’t seem to catch on, raising his hands like he needed an explanation, and Debbie wondered, not for the first time, how someone so smart could be so fucking stupid.

Thankfully, Ian didn’t seem to notice that the question was less than genuine, and just let his face pop out from the collar to whisper, “I like the way it smells.”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

Mickey was suddenly there on the stairs behind Ian, who seemed to relax a little more when he heard his voice.

“You keep fuckin’ stealin’ it when I’m not lookin’,” Mickey accused, coming up behind Ian to wrap an arm gently around his waist.

“Better watch out,” he warned, “or one of these days it ain’t even gonna smell like me anymore, you sap.”

Ian didn’t answer, but he did lean back just a little into Mickey’s hold. It was a far cry from the way he had pulled back from Debbie’s hand the last time she tried to check on him, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved at the change or annoyed that once again, Mickey was the only one that could seem to influence him in this state.

She was glad Mickey was there for Ian, don’t get her wrong. But she wished that she was enough to help her brother without him, sometimes. They were family—she should be enough.

“Hey,” Mickey was whispering into Ian’s ear as he held him. “You wanna eat something for me?”

There was no spoken answer, and Debbie sighed, mentally recalculating the egg count yet again. Then she looked up just in time to see Ian nod, the slightest, slowest movement, and almost dropped the plate of bacon she was about to bring to the table.

“Alright,” Mickey said simply, “that’s good, Ian.”

He caught Debbie’s eye over Ian’s shoulder, and she nodded at him. Of course there was enough.

Mickey took the same hand that Franny had released minutes ago, and led Ian to the table. He glared at Lip until he got up and moved over a chair, finally having caught on to the fact that something was up, then sat down and pulled out the chair on his other side for Ian.

But Ian didn’t sit.

He stood there, hand still in Mickey’s, eyes wandering around the room like he wasn’t sure where he was. Franny waved at him from her seat when he looked past her, and his eyes caught on her smile, but moved on without returning it.

“Hey,” Mickey said softly. “C’mere.”

He tugged at their linked hands, raised his other one to clasp Ian’s elbow.

“Sit down, man,” he urged. “Come on, sit with me.”

Ian’s legs bent, and his body followed. And instead of sitting in the chair Mickey had chosen for him, he landed on Mickey’s lap, curling into his body like a child and tucking his head under Mickey’s chin.

It might have been comical, any other morning, Ian’s tall frame trying to hide within the confines of Mickey’s smaller form. It might have been sad, right now, the way he looked more like a scared little boy than the grown man they all knew he was.

Might have been, but wasn’t. Because Mickey just pressed his lips into Ian’s hair, stroked a hand down the back of the stolen hoodie Ian wore, and gestured to Debbie for a plate.

She didn’t try to speak to them when she brought it over, or when she returned with a second plate piled just as high. She didn’t try to argue when Mickey freed up his arms to grab a plate in one hand and a fork in the other, Ian still nestled in between, and dumped the entirety of Ian’s breakfast onto the same plate as his own.

And when Mickey got Ian to sit up enough to take a single bite from the fork he held to his mouth, held eye contact with Ian until he swallowed and went back for more, Debbie finally settled on something to feel.

Because Ian was alive, and out of bed, and eating. He was sitting at the table with them, at least sort of, and wiggled his fingers a little at Franny the next time she caught his eye.

Watching her daughter beam at her favorite uncles; watching her see what a real adult relationship was supposed to be like for maybe the first time; watching Lip and Fred too as they stared at Mickey taking care of Ian without concern for who might see…

Well. Mickey was there, and Mickey was family. Maybe they could be enough together.

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #franny gallagher #lip gallagher #POV: Debbie #bipolar disorder #tw: mental health #tw: food #btw if there's any triggers anyone wants tagged in future drop me a line and i'd be happy to

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HACKS APPRECIATION WEEK '22 | Day 1: Favourite Scene

My favourite scene is probably not a single scene but three different consecutive scenes lmao so without I'll just bend the rules a little and say they're buildup | scene | aftermath

Here we go. It's when Ava tells Deb about the DJ selling photos to TMZ thing in D'Jewelry.

BUILDUP

The entire day, for most of the episode, Ava's been 'on DJ's side'; hearing her side of the story and talking about the things Deborah fucked up. And then she finds out DJ's been selling pics of her own mother for quick bucks. The look on her face as she looks around at the people she's been having fun with Just A Second Ago. Now that she knows they condone something that is to her so unthinkably fucked up.. her just being unable to focus on anything anymore is just. It hurts, ok?

THE SCENE

She goes straight to Deb with this information, expecting her to not know. And Deb glancing at Ava while she's mid-speech like 'oh shit'

and then just thanking her with that closed off smile?? Ava saying "You're not gonna ask who?" like no matter what she prefaced with (“Don’t ask me how I know” lol), she was fully intent on letting Deb know who it was. She was just trying not to "mess her up" aka hurt her feelings. Deb just looking at her like this. HOPING AVA REALIZES WITHOUT HER HAVING TO SPELL IT OUT. Jean's acting in this moment? Sublime. 1000/10

The quiet "Oh you let her" and "Makes her feel in control" are so so painful. BUT if people didn't sympathize with Deborah before this, THEY DO NOW. If they didn't think Ava was a good/considerate/reliable person before this scene, THEY DO NOW. I love this scene for showcasing all these (Ava caring for Deb, Deb's vulnerability & willingness to do that for her daughter) in one. fell. swoop. Also, this interaction probably was a huge step forward regarding D coming to trust Ava (and part of what makes the perceived betrayal so effectively painful) and Ava learning that D does indeed do a lot for DJ and just caring more and more for this woman 😭

AFTERMATH/RESOLUTION

Ok ofc this whole thing is not actually resolved in that sense. We’re just shown that Ava's deeply affected by it. Ava stands outside, scrolls through the TMZ pics looking sad and hurt and distraught. But then she decides to call her mom. Even if she did eventually hang up and shove her away. It’s touching how they showed that she thought of her own mom right then and I love how all these hectic things going on when she got involved in deb's personal life gave her somewhat of a push to deal with her own.

#Hacks hbo #hacksaw22 #Day one #favorite scene #this got super rambly lol i hope its at least readable #And sorry the screencaps are shitty i just had to include some #Is this a good time to post? Probably not. It’s already 15th in my timezone #Time to sleep

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y0itsbri · 3 years

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gallavich week 2021 - day 4 - lyrics

@gallavichthings

space boy, show me the stars you know the galaxies of my heart (from 'space girl' by frances forever)

when ian was little, monica used to take them to the science museum sometimes. while lip rambled to fiona about all the different exhibits, ian was solely lost in the stars.

in the planetarium, ian swore he was weightless. like he felt the infinity. lip had once told him that infinity meant really, really big, and ian felt really, really big.

monica would stretch out under the stars with him and point out the different constellations. cassiopeia was the queen with unrivaled beauty, but ian thought his mom was even prettier.

the only birthday party ian had wanted for his 7th year around the sun was a space themed party. fiona made little alien costumes for baby debs and carl, who looked absolutely ridiculous. ian's cake was a rocket ship, designed by lip with candles meticulously placed for lift off.

lip tried to understand his obsession, listening to ian talk about the stars for what seemed like hours. one afternoon, he came home and stuck little plastic stars on their ceiling. at nights when ian couldn't sleep, he would count the stars and think of his big brother. it helped.

supernovas. black holes. galaxies. big planets. small planets. but they all had their place in the universe. like the gallaghers all had their place in their family.

over the years, it became family tradition to watch cosmos together. at first, it was the only show that ian would pay attention to. but soon enough, everyone was hooked, even kev and v from next door. ian was thankful for his own little solar system.

when ian first met the gruff boy with the dark hair, it felt like his universe had shifted, aligned, in some way. he didn't understand it at first, but he was pulled to him in ways he had never known.

he spent hours gazing into the boy's eyes. so blue. they reminded him of neptune. neptune may be the coldest planet in the solar system, but with mickey, all ian felt was warmth.

some nights, out in the old baseball dugouts, ian would take note of the phases of the moon. ian hoped that mickey's amiability wouldn't just be a phase. he didn't think he could take it if it was.

"you wanna lay out a blanket and look for shooting stars next?"

he did.

on ian's birthday one year, mickey had took him to the rooftop of the abandoned building they frequented. that was nothing new. what was new was the metallic contraption. mickey. "you like it?" "mickey, that's a fucking telescope." "i know what it is, dipshit, we stargazing tonight or what?"

sometimes the club lights in boystown reminded ian of the cosmos.

on one of the occasions when ian's mind turned itself into a black hole, mickey took him outside. it was cold. mickey covered him with as many blankets as he could, but it wasn't enough to warm the chill of his heart. he sat still as they watched the moon and mickey told stories about what he would do if he lived up there, if they lived up there together.

when mickey was gone, he spent a lot of time with the stars thinking about what could have been. he wondered if the stars he was looking at were long dead or still burning bright. he thought he understood what lightyears felt like.

"you ever think, back in the day, this is where we'd be?"

gazing at the moon by the mexican border wasn't too unlike gazing at the moon in chicago. but it felt different, he was split. he silently begged the universe for a sign. he wasn't sure if he heard one.

sitting on his mother's grave, lone in the cemetary, ian stared up at the stars again. he hoped monica was dancing up there with cassiopeia.

ian thought he heard the universe talk to him. he wanted so badly to listen. he needed help. he couldn't do this on his own.

he wouldn't.

on the eve of his wedding night, ian thanked the lucky stars for how they aligned.

in their new home, ian watched as the moonlight glinted off the metallic rings shared by him and his husband. saturn ain't got nothing on them.

ian and mickey sat on their back porch leaned up against each other, watching the dog chase their kid around their yard. ian laughed as his daughter carefully brought him a firefly she had caught in her tiny hands, "look daddy! a star bug!" "very cool, nova! why don't you catch one for dad?" mickey rolled his eyes. he wasn't a fan of bugs, no matter how much they glowed.

ian had always been a stargazer, but mickey. mickey was the one who had truly showed him the stars. what it meant to love so blindingly and bright. what it meant to feel warm and safe in the cold. what it meant to shine in the darkness. he lit up his whole galaxy.

#gw2021 #gw2021day4 #gallavich week 2021 #shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #my posts #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher

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the-sound-of-her-wings · 3 years

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I Am Not Starfire, And That's Okay

I recently read I Am Not Starfire and I had lots of thoughts, which are under the cut. It is spoiler-heavy and an analysis of the main character, who I find to be a charming, flawed, and incredibly human character.

Mandy is a fascinating character and a great look at a teenage girl who feels ostracized by the people around her and who feels disconnected from her parent. Mandy is by no means flawless, and that's what makes her very interesting. It also makes her relatable.

Mandy starts by talking about how she's noticeably different from her mom, being the "Anti-Starfire". She's a regular kid, can't fly, and doesn't own a swimsuit, while her mom is a superhero, can fly, and always wears bikinis.

On page 11 she mentions "her mom hasn't liked how I looked since I was twelve. She wears less than a yard of fabric every day, yet somehow, I'm the one who's dressing weird". While I understand people who call this slut-shaming, and I'm inclined to agree, but I think it's a little more nuanced than that. The next page reads, "My friend Lincoln convinced me this is the cultural divide that happens between family generations born in different countries or universes. His parents were born in Vietnam." This tells me that the authors intended to point out the difference in dress more as another difference between Starfire and Mandy, and less as a reason to blatantly slut-shame Starfire. I think there's absolutely a conversation to be had about why the authors decided to use this language instead of conveying the point differently. I also think it speaks to how Starfire has more or less been sexualized from inception, and how people look down upon her character because of that. In the context of this book, though, it's one of Mandy's character flaws that I think fits her both as a character and reflects what I've seen from actual teenage girls. Our society coaches us to view women who dress a certain way as less than women who don't and unlearning that takes time and effort. I don't think this comment about her mom should have been put in there by the authors, but I do think it fits in with the values American society in particular teaches about women.

Page 15, 16, and 17 all point to a far more complicated state of existence than Mandy points out within the first few pages. For one thing, Mandy has to deal with people who love her mother and only want to use her to get information about her mom and the other teen titans. This is shown by the "Titan groupies" who ask her to tell Starfire what they say about her. Another thing she has to deal with is the expectation to be a superhero and have powers like her mom, and the questions about who her dad might be. She gains her first real friend, Lincoln, because he tells the people asking about her parentage that they are assholes.

It is revealed that Mandy has a crush on Claire after she gets assigned a group project with her. Mandy is in denial over the crush. She thinks about the fact she's meeting Mandy at the end of the day throughout the rest of the school day, causing her to explode something in Chemistry Class. I find this to be highly relatable and gives her character a softer side to the edginess she desperately tries to portray herself as.

While talking about the project with Claire, it is revealed that Mandy ran out of her SATs and didn't complete them. While Mandy tries to paint this as a cool badass moment, the way the comic artist portrays the scene makes me think Mandy had an anxiety attack. Mandy didn't run out of her SAT because she's some kind of alternative badass who doesn't need to take them. Mandy ran out because she got overwhelmed by the sounds of people chewing and the pressure of the test. While she frames it differently, it's clear to me that Mandy is avoiding taking the SAT again because she doesn't want that to happen again.

When Claire invites her to hang out with her friends, Mandy gets treated like she isn't there, or as some kind of unwanted outsider. The topics they discuss seem to be specifically made to make Mandy uncomfortable, like mentioning how stretchy jeans are only made for fat people, and asking if aliens don't go to college. Jaded by this, Mandy makes up that aliens actually have to go through this huge blood right and battle to the death, but tells Claire's two friends she was joking before leaving. This tells me that Mandy deflects her pain by using humor to cope and has no issue clowning on people who are trying to belittle her for being an alien.

Starfire tries to bring up going to college after this, and Mandy just flees to her room. She hasn't told her mom she didn't take the SAT yet or that she isn't going to college. She feels distant from her mom, which is explained further through a montage of birthdays where she never got her powers. Her mom expects a lot from her, and Mandy thinks Starfire is disappointed about her lack of powers.

Later, Mandy invites Claire over to her house to complete the project they are working on. The Titans are still there when Claire arrives, but she seems to ignore them, as they leave shortly after. Mandy and Claire bond as they continue the project. Mandy reveals to the reader that she's never had a girlfriend, except for one time at sleep-away camp where she kind of dated a girl for four weeks. She didn't tell her who her mom was because she was tired of living in the shadow of a superhero. But the relationship ended because Mandy had lied about who her mom was, and the girl she was dating didn't understand why she would lie. I think this really shows just how much Mandy actually wants to be a normal girl like everyone else, to the extent that she'd lie about who her mom was. Her edgy demeanor at school and around town where her mom is known to be her mom is a defense mechanism to having lived under the shadow of a superhero her entire life.

When it's revealed that Claire took a photo with the Titans at Mandy's house, Mandy is understandable heartbroken, and furious. She thought she had been making a real connection with Claire, but this photo makes her think she's been used, again. Claire seems genuinely baffled by Mandy's reaction to this, thinking little of it. But to Mandy, it is a breach of trust from someone she thought cared about her. I think her angry reaction to Claire makes sense because of this, even if it might have been disproportionate to the offense.

On top of this, Starfire has discovered that Mandy walked out of the SAT and doesn't plan to go to college. After a heated conversation, she runs away, but her mom finds her. And then Blackfire finds her. Turns out the fake story she told Claire's friends earlier in the story was actually true, even though Mandy didn't know it.

Since Claire actually cares about Mandy, she tracks down Lincoln who explains to her why Mandy reacted badly, and that she should probably apologize for taking the photo. Claire also admits that one of the friends from earlier, Deb, actually dared her to take the photo. Claire is a good person at heart, but this action shows that she can still be influenced to do something that would hurt another person. And while she might not have known it would hurt Mandy, Deb probably did.

Starfire and Blackfire fight since Mandy has no powers, but Starfire gets injured causing Mandy to realize just how much she loves and cares about her mom, even though they don't see eye to eye on most things. This finally unlocks her powers, as she's let go of most of the resentment she's held against her mom. She even gets asked for an autograph by someone in the audience after the battle.

The story ends with Mandy training her powers, studying for the SAT, and reconciling with Claire, sharing a kiss, and becoming girlfriends.

I've seen a lot of discourse that frames Mandy as being "not like other girls". I don't believe this framing actually fits Mandy very well. The only girl Mandy ever says she is not like explicitly is her mom. She is the only woman she compares herself too, and the only person who she seems to have a lot of resentment for, aside from people who use her to get to Starfire. Additionally, Mandy falls for someone who is what a stereotypical, normal popular girl is often portrayed as. She's preppy, wears makeup, gets good grades, has friends, and runs a fairly popular Instagram account. If Mandy was extremely into the "Not like other girls" rhetoric, she would've made fun of Claire for all those things. Instead, she admires her for them. Mandy is fat, has acne/freckles, dresses goth, and wears a nose ring. If this is the reason people are identifying her as a "Not like other girls" girl, then they don't understand that trope. Simply dressing differently from your peers, being fat, and hating your mom does not make her the "not like other girls" trope. It actually makes her like other, real-life girls who dress and act similarly, because that's who they are, not because they somehow think they are better than other women.

I'd also make the argument that, fundamentally, Mandy IS different from other girls on the account of having a superhero mother and potentially a superhero father. Her life is completely altered by Starfire's existence as her mom and is likely only relatable to the children of other superheroes and celebrities. She is not like other girls because of her mom, and that still doesn't make her someone who falls in line with the conception of being "not like other girls".

I thoroughly enjoyed this book and hope others do too. I read Mandy as a flawed character who was trying to figure out how to exist outside the Shadow of her mom- and eventually succeeds, by learning to embrace her mom. I would've preferred if Mandy had a slightly darker skin tone, as her features seem black-coded to me and Starfire is also often black-coded. Otherwise, I do think this was one of the best DC Graphic Novels for Young Adults I've read, alongside Teen Titans: Beast Boy and Teen Titans: Raven.

#i am not starfire #mandy koriand'r #mandy anders #i am not starfire spoilers #starfire

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The Vampire Play Would Entail...

Okay, so yesterday I posted about some headcannons I have about Alice being Hidgens’ intern, and y’all seem to like it, so I present to you: more things that exist in my head! These are all just my ideas, and I hope you like them.

- Okay, so the first place to put on this play is probably some community theatre group- maybe the Starlight, but likely a smaller group that rents the stage space at Hatchetfield High.

- Alice would choose to be very, very involved in this production. She wouldn’t direct or anything, but she’d be at every single rehearsal.

- Alice would often describe the experience to her dad as “magical” because it was for her. Sometimes she’d have to leave the room and cry a little with pride.

- Alice was definitely involved in the casting process.

- And she found the PERFECT young aspiring actress to play the vampire girlfriend: Lex Foster.

- I kinda want to say Hatchetfield Bee plays the role of the main girl, but I mean we don’t know a ton about her.

- The company producing it accepts her happy ending rewrites.

- With Alice and Lex come a very excited Deb and Ethan.

- Deb actually applies and gets accepted to the props and costume teams.

- Ethan is just there as moral support for his girlfriend.

- Hannah is also at a lot of the rehearsals. She likes to sit with Alice and share ideas and thoughts with her.

- Alice absolutely hears those ideas outs, and even implements them sometimes.

- Lex is just thrilled to be there and start her acting resume before she gets to LA.

- Pamela straight up doesn’t give a shit where Lex or Hannah are so long as Lex is home before midnight and Hannah’s home before ten, so Lex doesn’t even bother to tell her she’s in a show.

- Based on what Nick has said about what Alice and Deb might think of Lex, I’m gonna say Alice and Lex don’t hit it right off, but Alice respects Lex’s take on the role. After a few weeks in rehearsals getting to know each other they start to get friendly and Lex lets her guard down.

- Bill stays away from the rehearsals for the most part so as not to bother Alice, but occasionally he’ll sneak in when he doesn’t think Alice will see him and watch bits and pieces and be proud.

- Alice knows he’s there, and it always makes her smile a little bit.

- Alice lives with her dad full time during rehearsals and performances, and she tells him about every one without him needing to ask.

- The show gets a two-week run, every night, with matinees on the weekend.

- Ethan, Hannah and Deb are in the audience and waiting for them after every show.

- Unlike Alice and Lex, Ethan and Deb are fast friends, so they sit together. Look, I kinda headcannon Ethan and Deb as cousins because they have all the same vibes, but for the purposes of this lets assume they aren’t. They both just have a mad amount of respect for each other and how cool they both are.

- Deb also gets along really well with Hannah.

- In fact, by the end of rehearsals she considers Deb an honorary big sister in the same way Ethan is her honorary big brother. And, of course, Alice is one too.

- Hidgens is there opening night (and several times after ) and particularly likes the performances of both leading actresses, but especially Lex. He keeps her on the radar for some of his projects, just in case she can sing too.

- Bill is there most nights as well. He brings just about everyone he knows.

- We’re talking like this is date night with Sylvia, boys night with Ted... he even drags Paul and Emma along for a date.

- Paul really likes it- especially since there’s no music. Just acting. This makes Alice’s night.

- The play is really, really well recieved in general.

- In fact, the exposure Alice gets from that productions opens doors for her to present the work in a few high profile festivals.

- All in all, it’s just a really great experience.

Feel free to reblog and add things but yeah... this is just a bit of wholesomeness I love to think about!

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the-hidden-writer · 3 years

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And Into The Fire

Chapter 3: So Here’s The Situation

Summary:

Months after the Mitchells saved the world, Linda gets a phone call asking if she’s seen two defective Pal MAX bots. Powerful people are after Eric and Deborabot 5000, and it’s up to the Mitchells to protect them.

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So Here’s The Situation

Katie brushed off her drowsiness and scrambled to get dressed the second she read her Mom’s urgent text.

The message had been short but not-so-sweet:

Emergency. Need to call ASAP.

Assuming the worst (but not knowing what exactly “the worst” was), she threw on a hoodie, leapt onto the bed, and opened her laptop for the call.

Her Mom picked up in the first ring, and she was immediately met with two troubled faces.

“Katie!”

“Mom!” She shouted, not caring about the volume of her voice. Her family’s safety came before whether she was annoying her roommates or not. “What’s happening?! Are you okay?!”

“We’re fine, sweetie.” Her Mom replied as she adjusted the camera angle to better capture her and Rick’s faces. “It’s the bots.”

“The bots?” Katie repeated, the relief she’d felt at hearing her family was alright quickly turning into nervousness. It had been a lot harder for her to get used to the bots joining the family since she was far from home most of the time and wasn’t used to them constantly being there when she visited home. Seeing their faces on a video call was very different to living under the same roof as them.

“What’s wrong?”

“We think they’re being hacked or something.” Her Dad supplied.

The adrenaline of waking up in a panic was wearing off, and Katie rubbed her eyes tiredly. She wasn’t used to waking up this early on a Saturday.

“Wait, so they’re turning evil or something? Like in the movies?”

“Not everything’s like a movie, Katie.” Said her Dad, sounding mildly annoyed.

“Don’t mind him, honey, he’s just stressed.” She watched Mom glare at him. “We just don’t know what to do. I found them in their room about ten minutes ago. They won’t stop glitching.”

That didn’t sound too bad… the bots always glitched at least once whenever Katie spoke to them. “Isn’t that normal for them?”

“Not like this.” Her Mom said, and Katie could see from her face that she was genuinely distressed. “It’s different, and Deborahbot even told me that someone’s trying to hack them.”

Now that sentence sounded weird to Katie. Whenever anyone talked about them, it was always “bots” plural. Never just “bot”, because one would never do anything without the other unless explicitly told to. Something had to be seriously wrong.

“Just Deb?”

Both of her parents’ faces turned solemn. It was the same expression from that time years ago when they told her their vacation to Paris had been cancelled: the Bad News Face™.

“Eric’s worse.” Linda said quietly. Katie saw her Dad wrap an arm around her for comfort.

“He’s not moving and is apparently easier for them to hack. Deborah won’t leave him.” Rick added.

Katie was always very imaginative. She could picture conversations as she had them and added special effects to ordinary situations in her brain. It was something she usually loved to do.

But she hated the image that she unwillingly just pictured.

Eric, lying in a glass coffin Snow White-style surrounded by electric devices instead of animals and dwarves. Deborahbot, kneeling beside him, clutching a bouquet of batteries in one hand and holding Eric with the other as he waits for him to wake up. “Brother, please wake up.” Deb says. Eric doesn’t respond, leaving Deborah to wait and wait and wait...

She cringed and tried her best to shake that horrible mental image from her mind.

“Do you know who’s hacking them?”

“Pal Labs.” Her Mom said at the same time as her Dad said: “No clue.”

“Pal Labs?” He asked after. “How do you know?”

“It’s gotta be related to Mark Bowman calling us last week, right? There’s no way this is a coincidence.”

Katie nodded. “I think Mom’s right. Besides, who else would even know that they’re still online?”

“Alive.” Her Mom corrected. ”That they’re still alive.”

All the Mitchells knew that Linda was by far the closest to the bots. Sure, Rick would sometimes take them out on little nature trips and they’d play dinosaurs with Aaron, but Linda defended them at every moment and she shared a very strong bond with them both. And if the bots ever had a question to ask, Linda was their first choice.

Rick sighed. “What are we even supposed to do? We can’t exactly take ‘em to a tech store and get them fixed.”

“That’s not how hacking works, Dad.” Katie tried not to smile at how bad her Dad still was with technology. “And isn’t Pal Labs the tech store? You definitely can’t take them there.”

“I was joking.” He was not. “But anyways, I’m all out of ideas.”

An idea sprung to Katie’s own mind. That tended to happen whenever her Dad gave up. Maybe it was a subconscious effort to prove him wrong.

“Guys, why don’t you just ask them?”

“Who?” Her Mom asked, and Katie remembered the situation and realised her slip.

“Sorry, I meant just him. Deborahbot.” She smiled apologetically but didn’t miss how her Mom’s face fell. “Surely he knows what’s best for himself, right?”

“That’s actually a good idea, honey. If he’s feeling okay, we can-”

She was interrupted by the creaking noise of the dining room door being opened. Even though he was slightly blurry due to being far away from the camera, Katie could make out a sleepy Aaron yawning as he walked in.

“Mom? Dad? Why is Deborahbot hitting Eric?”

Her Mom’s scream was cut off as the call was suddenly disconnected, leaving a scared Katie to sit on her bed and stare at the black screen while feeling utterly helpless.

Her family could solve this without her, right?

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Warnings: non-consent (fingering, toys, anal, vaginal, somniphilia)

This is dark!Ransom and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your publisher has died and now you must deal with new management

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It was funny how things could change in such a short time. More often, it was tragic. Deep in your gut, you had the feeling this change would be the latter.

You stood in the elevator, counting the floors in dread. A month ago, you felt much differently on your ascent. That was a day full of hope. A young writer on your way to meet THE Harlan Thrombey, manuscript in hand. You’d left even more jubilant than you arrived. He loved it and hadn’t shied away from saying so.

Now he was dead and you feared so too were your hopes of a published book. This day you were to meet with another Thrombey. Ransom Drysdale, his grandson, had inherited the company to the surprise and chagrin of many, including his very own uncle.

You couldn’t disagree with Walt. Everyone, especially him, expected him to take Harlan’s place. But he didn’t and he was gone now, buried in resent and jealousy. None had seen him since the funeral. Or so you heard. The publishing business could be almost as dramatic as its fictions.

Top floor, you stepped out and were surprised to find that Deb, the former grey-haired receptionist, had been replaced with another. Younger, blonder, and more concerned with her cellphone than the ding of the elevator. You walked up to her round desk and waited for her to look up. She didn’t.

You cleared your throat.

“Hello, I have a one o’clock with Mr. Drysdale,” You said. She nodded and giggled at her phone. “Excuse me…” You looked around and found a rose gold name placard. “...Selina.”

“Fine, go on,” She shrugged. “No one’s in there. Knock first.”

You sighed and glanced around. There were a few editors you recognized from before and they peered over at the receptionist with open detest. You passed her perch and wove between the desks. You assumed, knowing you wouldn’t get an answer from the oblivious blonde, that Ransom had claimed his grandfather’s former office. The letters printed across the clear glass door assured you. That was new too.

You knocked on the frame, afraid to shatter the door. Ransom was squinting at his monitor and didn’t even look over as he waved you on and called to you.

“Come in.” He shook his head as he huffed at the screen. You entered nervously. “What is it this time?”

“Mr. Drysdale,” You greeted, “I’m here for our appointment.”

His brows drew together as he looked up. He hit a key and turned to you. He sat back in his leather chair as he leaned on the arm.

“Uh, yeah,” He blinked as he lazily reached over and grabbed a manuscript from the pile atop his desk. “Laura?”

You corrected him and he fished out the proper print and sat up. He opened it but didn’t even pretend to read a single word on the page. He smiled as he shifted closer to his desk.

“Close the door,” He said. “Sit. This shouldn’t take long.”

That didn’t sound good. You did as he said and took the stiff seat across from him. The former cozy leather had been replaced with cold acrylic. He tapped his fingers on the pages and ran his tongue beneath his bottom lip.

“Well, seeing as we’re doing a bit of redecorating around here, we decided to do the same with our writers. Streamline, prioritize,” He began. “My grandfather was a smart man, talented author, but he valued ‘style’ too much over ‘marketability’.”

Your chest tightened and you tried not to show your discomfort.

“Of course,” You said. “It makes sense. New owner, new directions. I understand.”

“Oh, great,” He smirked. “Then you also understand that the contract my grandfather, god rest his soul, promised you, must be reviewed before we go through with the signing?”

“Review?” You frowned.

“It’s the same for all our new writers,” He assured you. “My editors are combing over every word of your manuscript before we throw the ledger across the table.”

“He already read my manuscript, your editors too. I don’t--”

“He’s dead and most of his editors are gone or have taken on new responsibilities,” He interjected. “As you said, new directions.”

“Alright.” You sighed. “And so when will I be informed of the results of this review?”

He tilted his head, amused by your tone as he leaned back once more. He grabbed a pen and tapped it on his lip as he thought.

“Couple weeks.” He said.

“A couple weeks? I’ve already waited over a month for a contract. Now I get the circumstances required it, as tragic as they were, but with all due respect, your offer isn’t the only one I have on this manuscript.” You argued.

“Lesser publishers, no doubt, but you understand that under our submissions guidelines, you cannot accept an exterior deal until we have made an official decision.” He countered. “So, you can wait the three weeks before you march down to Penguin or whatever lowbrow manufacturer you’ve been talking with.”

You stared at him. He was very much unlike his grandfather. Harlan, for all his accomplishments, had an air of humility. Ransom, for all he hadn’t achieved, was entirely arrogant.

“So, you’re holding my book hostage?” You asked.

“I’m allowing you an opportunity provided you have patience,” He returned. “I could say no right now and send you out without a hope of ever signing with us.”

The curve of his lips irked you, along with the loose weave of his sweater. He didn’t dress like the owner of a publishing house; he dressed like a spoiled frat boy. You were quiet as you thought about the much lower offer from Charter books. Modest but respectable. And there were many companies who you had yet to approach.

You stood suddenly and marched over to his desk. You reached over and slid your manuscript across the desk and closed it. You gathered it up and tucked it under your arm.

“I’ll take the no over your games, Mr. Drysdale.” You said as your heart beat wildly. This was either a moment you’d deeply regret or gloriously relive. “I hardly see how sitting on a stack of books will help your profitability.”

He blinked and his smirk fell. Then he scoffed and tossed his pen down.

“Well, you sure are saving me a lot of work,” He mused. “One less pile of kindling hanging around will save my editors hours.”

“Mr. Drysdale,” You said as you backed away from him “I may not have inherited an empire but I think I can see as clear as any that you are out of your depth behind that desk.”

A glimmer of anger broke through his facade and his jaw ticked. He was quick to reclaim his maddening smirk and he shrugged.

“You’re right,” He remarked. “You’re just a writer. Unpublished, at that.”

You nodded and swallowed the insult. You spun and swept back through the door, certain to leave it open. You strode past the reception as she watched some Insta story on a new eye shadow palette. Even Harlan’s name couldn’t atone for buffoonery.

🖊️

Charter Books wasn’t far from Blood Like Wine Publishing. For the second time that week, you were in the heart of the business district. You were tired of waiting. If Charter wanted to publish your work without fanfare, you would take it over waiting on a whim.

Charles Halford was expecting you and as was your habit, you were early. The building didn’t bring you the same joy as Blood Like Wine had, though now that you thought of it, any such optimism had disappeared. You would settle and hope that this was a back road to a mighty second book. If your luck was to take an upturn, it might even be a sleeper hit.

You were directed to sit along the small line of chairs outside Halford’s office. You balanced your manuscript on your knee as you waited. You fidgeted impatiently and hoped the offer was still open. The email had seemed hopeful and that a meeting was scheduled on such short notice was heartening.

You looked up as the door finally opened. Your heart dropped at the man who stepped out. Ransom’s eyes caught yours as he turned back to Halford and tossed some quip at him. His forced laughter turned your stomach. The men were chummy; too chummy. Was this foreshadowing?

“Anyway, I should get back to it,” Ransom announced. “Figured I’d swing by. Get a few pointers.”

“I’m sure you’ll be back for more,” Charles boomed. “Remember, left to right.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and shook Halford’s hand. He turned and winked at you as he left, a cheery farewell to the receptionist. Halford perked up as he noticed you and distracted you from the unease that bubbled in your stomach.

“Early as always,” He said. “Come on in. We’ll get started.”

“Thanks,” You stood and he gestured you ahead of him.

You entered his office and waited for him to sit before you did. He dug around for his copy of your manuscript and turned back to you. He didn’t open it as he plopped it on his desk.

“So, you’re still looking for a buyer, huh?” He asked.

“Well, you know there’s so many options,” You said. “I wanted to go somewhere my book fits.”

“Of course, and it’s a great concept,” He replied. “Really… but…”

“But…” You took a breath.

“Well, you know, we’ve had time to think too and we’re more akin to easy reads. Our clientele, they want something simple, straightforward. You have clever prose and intricate devices but… well, that’s not really who we’re selling to.”

“I don’t understand,” You said. “What changed? You made an offer and suddenly it’s just… gone?”

“Look, there’s lot of publishers out there who would be a better match I’m sure and in this era, self-publishing is growing.”

“A publishing house suggesting self-publishing?” You shook your head and stood. You were numb. “I can read between the lines as well as you can, Mr. Halford. Thank you for considering me. I won’t waste your time if you’ve made up your mind.”

“Hey,” He rose and reached across the desk. “There’s always the next book. Maybe one day, we’ll have a chance to work together.”

“I hope so,” You said as you swallowed the bitterness. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out this time,” He said.

“It’s… business.” You sniffed. “I get it.”

🖊️

Charter, Storey, Hackett. Every no made the prospect of a yes even less likely. Your future stared back at you with paid online articles and ridiculous blurbs. It was a living, a meagre one, but it wasn’t your dream. It was starting to seem like a nightmare.

Another rejection and you were ready to burn the damn manuscript. You marched into the lobby that fronted Lucian LLC. You just wanted to go home but if you did that, you’d just sit and sulk as you had for days before. So instead you followed the scent of roasted beans into the coffee shop along the east side of the lobby.

You ordered a skinny latte and found a table in the corner. You dropped the heavy print on the table before you set down your stemmed mug and flopped onto the chair. You leaned your elbows on the table and rubbed your forehead. A cup clinked across from yours and you sat up, startled by the figure before you.

“Long day?” Ransom asked.

You looked around confused.

“What?” You replied. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was walking by actually and I saw you through the window. Almost didn’t recognize you but… you look… tired.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “And I saw that manuscript in front of you and thought maybe we could have another chat.”

“I don’t want to talk about you reviewing my book until you decide you don’t want it,” You hissed.

“Okay, well, what if I told you we could have a yes or no by the end of our discussion, hmm?”

You squinted at him and ran your fingertips down the side of the hot mug.

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeated coyly.

“What changed your mind?”

“Look, can I help it that I feel a little bad about how it all turned out? Seeing you here, sulking, it really got to me.” He feigned pity.

“I wasn’t sulking,” You insisted. “I was taking a breather between all my meetings. There’s a lot of interest over my book.”

“Is there?” He pulled out the chair opposite you and sat. “Because I made a few calls and I’m pretty sure there isn’t.”

“You what?”

“A lot of people don’t wanna snatch a book out from under the Thrombey stamp,” He explained. “And as far as I’m concerned, we didn’t finish our negotiations.”

You chewed the inside of your lip and considered him. There was a twinkle in his eye. This man would make himself the bane of your existence until he could declare himself the victor. As it was, he might actually be the only prospect you had left.

“Fine. I guess I’m here already. If you want to talk, let’s talk,” You said.

His eyes sparked as they had back in his office.

“Alright,” He began tersely, “May I?”

He pointed to your manuscript and you slowly slid it over to him. He turned it and opened it. He bent over it dramatically as he read. You waited as he glossed over a few pages and sat up.

“Promising. I said so to the editors but you understand that it’s not all up to me.” He said. “It’s not that I don’t wanna publish you, I’m just being cautious. This company is my legacy.”

“It’s your grandfather’s legacy,” You affirmed.

He bit his tongue and blinked. He took a breath before he continued.

“Whatever,” He said. “It is my company now and I have to keep it alive. That means making smart decisions. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I’m just a writer.” You shrugged.

He sighed and reached for his mug. He dribbled a little down his chin and onto his blazer. He swore as he looked down and set his cup back on the table.

“Could you grab some napkins?” He asked. “Shit.”

“Napkins?” You repeated. You knew he was the type to have help but you were not looking to be his nanny.

“Please,” He said sharply as he held up his wet hand. “If you don’t mind.”

You slid out of your chair and grumbled as you crossed the cafe. You pulled out a dozen serviettes from the dispenser and returned to him. You dropped them on the manuscript and he grabbed them impatiently. He wiped up the coffee and left the napkins crumpled beside his cup.

You lifted your own, the foam entirely flat now, and took a sip. The espresso was strong and your cheek twitched. You set it down as you tried not to cough. The caffeine further addled your nerves.

“So what exactly are you offering?” You asked.

“I went over my grandfather’s notes and spoke with my team. It wasn’t all impractical. We can honour the printing terms but may have to tinker with the numbers…” He began and you nodded.

You listened intently as he went over his points and referred to your manuscript several times, flipping pages back and forth. He suggested a sex scene to liven it up but that didn’t really fit the motif of a medieval mystery set in a monastery. That disagreement didn’t last long as he plowed through his terms.

As you listened, you sipped and your head began to ache from the excess of caffeine. Three coffees a day would do that to you. Your stomach flurried as well and you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. You left the dregs of your latte untouched and touched your stomach.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Drysdale…”

“Ransom,” He corrected.

“Sorry but… uh, I don’t feel very well.” You said. “I think… I hate to do this but I think maybe we should reschedule.”

“Well, there’s not much else to say. I’m sure you could give me an answer before you race off.” He stood as you did.

You leaned heavily on the table and grabbed your manuscript. You took your bag and groaned.

“Really, I feel… sick.” You said. “I gotta go.”

“Wait, wait,” He followed as you stumbled past him. You weren’t sure what was happening. Maybe it was the leftovers you ate for dinner last night. “You okay?”

“F-fine,” You shook your head to ward off the haze at the edge of your vision. You checked your phone. “Look, I gotta catch the bus.”

“You sure you can handle that?” He was overly concerned for a man who had as good as laughed you out of your office. “I can drive you.”

“Why would you do that?” You stopped just outside the building.

“Because you’re sweating a lot and I think it’d be a lot quicker to drive than to wait around for transit,” He said. “But hey, your call.”

You stared at him and your head pulsed. You touched your forehead and nodded. “S-sure,” You accepted. “Thanks.”

“Hey, we’ll just take it out of your final offer,” He kidded.

🖊️

Ransom

She barely buckled her seat belt before she was out. She slumped in the seat and thumped against the door at the first corner. Ransom hadn’t expected it to take effect so soon but she had downed her latte quickly.

When she got up to grab the napkins, he sprinkled the foam with the powder and quickly sat back. The idea hadn’t occurred to him until he spotted her through the glass. The drugging, that was. The thought of what he would do to her had played over in his mind since their first meeting. He couldn’t just let a writer walk all over him like that. He was in charge now.

He glanced over at her as he pulled up his long drive. She was still out like a light. He had to admit, she wasn’t a great beauty but she had a charm about her. And she was perfect to test out his toys on.

He got out and rounded the car. He opened her door and undid her seatbelt. Her bag and manuscript flopped onto the floor as he lifted her. He closed the door with his foot and carried her up the short walk. She was entirely limp. Completely helpless. He smiled.

He took her to the basement. It had taken more than a year but it was finally ready. Oh and what timing. It was like she was sent to him, just asking for punishment. Her trite little mouth had earned her more than a place on the scholarly blacklist. He had to make sure she paid.

He set her down on the velvet couch and undressed her a piece at a time. He fondled her chest as he bared it and sucked on her nipples just a little. She didn’t move at all. He checked her breathing and carried on.

When she was naked, he played with her cunt. Spread her legs and poked his fingers inside as he looked her over. She was so tight his cock throbbed at the thought of her walls around him.

He lifted her from the couch and carried her to the special contraption he’d designed himself. He laid her over it on her stomach. The angled board had her ass raised and her legs dangling off the end. He secured her wrists and ankles with the straps to keep her from slipping. He wasn’t worried about resistance.

He moved her hips just slightly and reached under her to spread her pussy. He positioned her clit against the little bump beneath the leather. He took the remote in hand and turned the vibe on. The buzz filled the room and he watched her cunt quiver. He dragged his fingers along it and felt her arousal. She came within minutes.

He walked around her as he thought of what to do to her next. He wheeled over the machine in the corner. He carefully lined up the dildo with her pussy. He pushed it inside of her an inch at a time. He made her take all of it; a whole eight inches of rubber. She didn’t flinch though her breath shuddered.

He neared her side and lifted her eyelid. He only saw the white as she remained entirely unaware. He rubbed himself through his jeans and turned the vibe up and hit the button for the machine. The dildo moved in and out of her as the device whirred quietly. Her cunt made wet sounds as she was fucked helplessly.

He went behind her and watched it go in and out. He dialed it up just a little, her body jolting a little from each thrust. He tucked the remote in his pocket and strolled close to her head. He undid his pants and pulled his throbbing dick out. He rubbed it against her lips and smeared his pre-cum around her mouth.

He delved inside as he glanced back to the dildo. He held her head in one hand as his other dove into his pocket and increased the speed yet again. He began to rock his hips and soon kept time with the rubber. He sank so deep into her throat that she choked and her body spasmed. Still she didn’t wake and he could barely stop himself from cumming.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and a trail of spit dribbled from her lips. He went to the machine and removed it from her glistening cunt. The leather-bound board was soaked with her cum already. It sent a thrill through him and his cock twitched. He growled and turned away as he resisted the urge to fuck her right away.

He went to the chest of drawers and opened it. He pulled out a bottle of lube and clear glass plug. He should start small, he told himself, but he wanted to see her stretch for him. He wanted her to feel him tomorrow.

He crossed to her and squirted the lube between her cheeks. He massaged it over her hole and mixed it with her natural juices. She was so wet he wasn’t sure he even needed the lube. He dipped his fingers inside her pussy a few times before he returned his attention to her ass.

He poked his index finger inside of her. She definitely was unused. He played with her and added another finger and then a third. She quivered as the vibe had her cumming yet again. He peeked up at her to make sure once more that she was still asleep. He didn’t need to be so paranoid. The pills would even have him out for the count.

He pulled his fingers from her ass and positioned the plug against her tight ring. He began slowly, pressing it just until she began to open and then retreating. He paused as he reached to stroke himself. He was so hard it hurt.

He kept on, each time her hole gaped just a little more around the plug. At its widest breadth, he heard a sleepy grumble escape her. He pushed it just a little more and it slipped in all the way. Her ring closed around its stem and he thought he would cum just at that sight.

He shuddered and calmed himself. He grabbed his cock and tapped the tip against the flat end of the plug. He guided it down along her folds and felt the vibration ripple through him as he brushed against the hidden vibe. He angled himself up to her entrance and held himself there.

He wiggled the plug and slammed into her as hard as he could. Her legs jolted and he thrust again with just as much force. He wanted her to feel it, even in her subconscious. He wanted her to suffer. He picked up a rhythm, violent and frantic as her cunt clung to him. She came and he grunted as he fought to restrain his own climax.

He gripped the plug and pulled it out slowly only to press it back in. He did it again and again as he fucked her. His heavy breaths swirled around him as he watched her asshole gape. He was on fire, desperate for release.

He stopped and removed the plug entirely. He held it by the stem and held it against her back as he slipped his cock out of her cunt. He eagerly entered her ass with a rumble. She was still so fucking tight. He lost it. He fucked her so hard, his special toy shook beneath her.

His voice got louder and louder as he every thrust sent a ripple through him. He snarled and pulled out suddenly. He stroked his cock as he rubbed the tip along her ass and spilled himself down her thigh. He would have to wait to cum inside her.

He let out a shaky breath as he let go of his cock. He pushed the plug into her ass again and backed away. He left the vibe on as he paced around the room and cracked his neck. A couple minutes and he’d be ready for another go. Maybe he could cum in her mouth this time. That was easy enough to clean up.

🖊️

You awoke with a start. You sat up on your couch and looked around your empty apartment. You winced as you felt an ache in your ass; your cunt too. You hissed and touched yourself gingerly. You glanced down; you wore the same clothes and there was nothing amiss but the thrum in your core.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes. You could barely remember leaving the cafe but how had you ended up back here? You only remembered the headache and the horrible stomach ache.

You reached for your phone and found several notifications across the lock screen. Foremost was the email from Blood Like Wine Publishing. You opened it and quickly read through it.

‘...I am excited to work with you on your first novel and the company is eager to see this through to its greatest potential.

Hope you feel better and look forward to our meeting next Wednesday,

Ransom Drysdale Editor-in-Chief Blood and Wine Publishing’

You stare at the email in confusion. Had you said yes? Ransom offered you a drive home… then it was all black but you must’ve come to some agreement. You must have found your way into your apartment and passed out on the couch. So why didn’t you remember any of that?

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