#just a wee bit more and we should be ok

[alex51324]

That Tweet, take 2

OK, so my first reaction to That Tweet, by Djenks, was as follows:

My money is on DJenks realizing that he shat the bed & now furiously trying to write himself out of the corner he's in. (My second guess is that he basically already knows there won't be a Season 3, but there's some network or business-related reason for not announcing it yet.)

But now that I've had a bit more time to think about it, I am kind of seeing a scenario where he could've intended it to be a fuckery all along.

Step one is that we imagine him being a bit disappointed by how Lucius's death fooled absolutely no-one. It's likely that he was planning for the reveal that he was alive to be a much bigger moment than it actually was; maybe he even has some Big Reveal ideas that he had to put on ice once it became clear that there was very little actual suspense surrounding Lucius's fate. This is, obviously, since I don't know him personally, a big hairy guess, but it seems like a very plausible reaction for someone to have, when they put a lot of effort into planning a surprise and it falls flat because everyone guessed it.

Step two is him deciding to sell Izzy's "death" a little harder, with the emotional death scene and the funeral (where we do not actually see the body, and a mourner, Wee John, is missing) and all. It's laying it on a little thick, in my opinion, but again, we did all confidently (and correctly) assume that Lucius was alive based on the evidence that "this show wouldn't do that" and "The Stede-Ed reunion won't work if he's really dead," so you can see how a showrunner could, hypothetically, get to--

Step three, is Djenks opening up his socials at the crack of dawn on Thursday morning, expecting to see reams of speculation and analysis about how Izzy could have survived, and being genuinely shocked to instead find seas of angry and devastated fans suggesting that he should perhaps give up television in favor of a career in going and fucking himself.

Step four, realizing that he drastically overshot the mark re: creating genuine suspense over character death, he tweets out a big obvious hint.

I don't love this interpretation--for one thing, there is nothing in the episode we saw that would provide a plausible in-universe reason for faking Izzy's death. It would be pretty easy to create one--have Prince Ricky No-Nose vow personal vengeance against Izzy Hands in specific for calling him a syphilitic cunt/his role in foiling the "end of piracy" scheme--but we did not see anything like that. To make the funeral scene work as a fuckery, it would be necessary to insert a flashback between the "death" and the funeral in which A) this happens, and B) the other characters find out about it. That's a cheap trick that I personally hate--the old, "Haha, I made you feel a thing by deliberately withholding context"--but again, if it's an overcorrection for the complete and abject failure of the effort to create suspense around Lucius's fate, I guess I can live with it.

If Izzy's death is a fuckery, that addresses a lot of the other problems with the finale. First, Ed and Stede's obviously-doomed, harebrained scheme to give up piracy and be innkeepers (in a dilapidated shack, on an island where we see no other people or settlements) is plausibly funny, as long as we aren't thinking that Izzy died for it.

Second, the tonal whiplash of going from the funeral to the wedding is also fine if everyone involved knows perfect well that the guest of honor at the funeral is actually recuperating just offscreen.

(Thirdly, there's Captain Frenchie--I haven't seen much discussion of that, but the only problem I had with it is that I can't think of any moments from the season where he stood out as being a leader for the crew. I might've missed something; he's not one of my particular blorbos, but it wouldn't have taken much, just something you can look back on and see how it was setting up him becoming captain.

And, crucially, we do have those few little moments of setup for Frenchie as First Mate to Captain Izzy. Frenchie was there during the dark days, during which he presumably underwent some skill development, pirate-wise, and definitely bonded with Izzy to some extent. We see him holding Izzy's hand during his breakdown, and he presumably helped hide him and definitely lied to Blackbeard about it, and then how they were sitting in the cell on Zheng's ship--it isn't a whole lot, but you can look back and see why it makes sense for Izzy to pick him.)

Making Izzy's death a fuckery doesn't do anything to fix the way the whole Zheng thing fell flat. (Why give her a massive fleet in the first place, only to take it away? Why did we get those scenes of ships being towed across land? What was she doing selling soup on the Republic of Pirates? For that matter, why did she come to the Caribbean in the first place, after becoming Pirate Queen of the Chinese seas?) It doesn't help with how Ed and Stede keep repeating the same beats of getting closer, then running away, then reuniting without ever talking about their relationship or their issues. It doesn't address why the Kraken Era had to go that dark, if the whole thing was just going to be smoothed over in the space between episodes 4 and 5, and how Ed never really takes responsibility for any of what he did.

However, middle installments of trilogies are notoriously difficult to write, and it isn't particularly fair to judge them before you get to the last part. Most of the weak points could look better in hindsight once we know how it all turns out.

(And, not for nothing, as long as Izzy is alive, we can still get something where Ed reckons with the Kraken Era, and particularly-but-not-exclusively what he did to Izzy. I don't see how that works with a dead Izzy, though--it's too easy for Ed to keep minimizing what he did and offloading blame onto him.)

There isn't a whole lot of evidence for an Izzy Lives scenario. All we have is:

This Show Wouldn't Do That (which, recall, was point 1 in why we didn't believe Lucius was dead. However, it is weakened by the absence of point 2--unlike with Lucius, the person who "killed" Izzy isn't a character we're expected to like or root for.)

No body at the funeral. I initially interpreted the funeral as being intended as proof that Izzy was really dead, a sort of "don't get your hopes up, guys," after what happened with Lucius. But again, if we're thinking about the framing of Izzy's "death" as an overcorrection to how completely non-fooled we all were by Lucius's, maaaaaybe not? I mean, if he really wanted to hammer the nail into the coffin, we would have seen Izzy lying in the grave, or his body being sewn into a shroud of sailcloth (as was the custom), or something. (Also, point 2b, the unicorn did have two legs.)

No Wee John at the funeral. There are certainly Doylist reasons he might've been left out--maybe the way the shooting schedule worked out, it saved money or some other resource to just leave him out of that scene, something like that. But for an in-universe reason, "somebody had to stay back and nurse Izzy" makes a lot of sense. (I mean, if this show operated on real-world logic, someone would have had to stay with the ship, but that's never been a concern before.) Wee John helping Izzy with his makeup for Calypso's birthday was presumably a bonding experience that involved some vulnerability on Izzy's part, so it would be weird for him to just nope out of the funeral, but plausible that Izzy would find him acceptable as a caregiver.

Stede and Ed's conversation over Izzy's grave could, just barely, make sense as a conversation about how Ed and Izzy are now on separate paths, with no particular guarantee that they'll see each other again. It takes a certain amount of massaging to make it fit, but it almost could? (Except Zheng's part really doesn't--unless the grave actually contains someone Ed cares about, or she isn't in on the secret that the funeral is a fuckery.)

I'm not in love with any of this, or even particularly convinced by it--my enthusiasm for any Season 3 is going to be pretty dampened, unless the announcement that it's been picked up includes the information that Con O'Neill has a contract to appear as a major character in all 8/10/whatever episodes--but IDK, I guess it's maybe not outside the realm of possibility? Ish?

#our flag means death #ofmd #izzy hands #I'm just spitballing here

[mordaciousmurderer]

Sticky and Sweaty

Captain John price x fem!reader smut

CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI

A/N: Yall just happened to be left alone for a stake out and you’re stuck in the hottest, dampest room. Ok guys i literallt cannot write smut but i am so fucking horny for this man I just HAD TO. asks r open for suggestions ;3

CW/ Fem!Reader, p in v sex, unsafe sex, fingering, porn with plot? a bit of aftercare, praise, price calls you a good girl

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“Captain, I’m telling ya that nobody will show up. Laswell already ruled this area useless.” You groaned, your knees up to your chest and your back pressed flat against the wall. The two of you had been sitting in the dimly lit attic of a now abandoned safe house. Initial intel stated that the current drug ring they were investigating was doing a drop at this location and there was a chance that there would be hostages involved. Despite more current info saying that we spooked them and the drop was moved, Price insisted that you guys stake out here. Not only was it boring, it must have been at least 100 degrees in the attic.

“Just wait. A bit longer and we’ll pull out.” He was leaning against a table maybe three feet away from you. You could see him tuck his thumbs underneath the traps of his tactical vest.

“Thats what she said. Did you really have to pick the hottest room in the world?” You chuckle, adjusting your position and cringing as you feel your vest stick to your back. Your immature yet somewhat humorous joke was only responded to with an eye roll.

“Watch your mouth Lieutenant. You really can’t handle the heat hm?” He taunts, knowing he was just as sweaty as you. Both of your cheeks were flushed a gentle pink, a result of the temperature as well as the (not so) subtle flirtatious statements that had been thrown back and forth for the last hour.

You can’t help but whine slightly at the teasing statement, too uncomfortable to hold back a sour attitude anymore. “Can I PLEASE take off my vest? Since Ghost and Soap are on overwatch we’ll have a bit of warning if anybody comes up.” you pleaded, moving forward slightly to sit on your knees. Your desires to maintain the professionalism of this mission were fleeting with each bead of sweat that dripped down your temple. You couldn’t help but be painfully aware of being alone with your handsome Captain, one who you had been flirting with for as long as you’d been in the 141, the subtlety fading away with time.

Price pushes himself to stand up straight, stepping ever so slightly closer to you. “And why should I let you do that? Just because it’s a wee bit warm?” He rocks, shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels which makes his chest pop forward slightly. “You’re a big girl, deal with it.”

You felt your thighs involuntarily squeeze together at the name, staring up at him from the floor. You couldn’t help but pout, damn near close to miserable. “Cmon… I know you’re just as hot as me.” You retort slyly.

Price felt himself going mad, taking another step towards you. You had an odd sense of persuasion in your voice, he hardly had the heart to say no to you. You were right, it was way too hot. He would kill to tear his vest off this second. Price purses his lips, “Fine. 5 minutes.” He agrees with a sigh and watches as your eyes light up. He watches as you practically tear the vest off, studying the way your t-shirt soggily clings to the curves of your torso. He bit his lip subtly, not realizing he got caught up in staring.

“Hey.” You interrupt his daze, standing up and setting the vest down on the table he was previously leaning against, coming to settle directly in front of him. “So you only let me take it off so you could get a better look?” You said lightly, a smirk coming across your face.

He stepped even closer, his hands settling on either side of your waist. You felt your heart flutter, this being the first time he’s touched you like this aside from lingering hugs and guiding hands on your lower back. Your hungry eyes met his, suddenly aware of your breathing. “Tell me to stop. Tell me I shouldn’t be doing this.” He mumbles, one hand snaking up your torso and landing to cup your jaw. You tilted your head slightly to press into the touch. “What if I don’t want to?” You respond and the tension in the air climaxes before he leans down, his lips crashing into yours.

Instantly, you kiss back hurriedly and sloppily. He was clearly just as desperate as you were, as he took almost no time to press his tongue into your mouth. His hands roamed your body, grasping your ass firmly, leading you to pull him closer by the straps of his vest. He pulled away slightly, glancing down at it. “Take it off.” you say simply and he pulls it over his head, plopping it next to where you had set yours. It takes maybe a second to reconnect your lips and you two head backwards, your back making contact with the wall you were previously sitting against. You feel your breathing stutter when his thigh splits between your own, pressing upwards.

“Fuck-“ You breath out when he trails down to kiss and nip at your neck, careful not to leave any marks where it’d be visible to the rest of the team. The forbidden nature of this made this all the better. Once again he comes back up to connect your mouths, pressing up against you. His hard on pressed against your lower stomach and you reached down to palm him through his combat pants which was met with a slight groan into your mouth. You felt your arousal pooling between your thighs, his hand coming to wrap around your neck gently.

“Can’t even control myself around you love-“ He breathes heavily, pulling back to fumble with the belt on your pants as you do the same to his. He pushed your pants down to your knees, watching closely as you pulled his cock out. Your eyes stayed locked on his length, pleasantly surprised by the size. You grazed your thumb over the slit, smearing precum over the head and beginning to pump your fist up and down, rotating slightly as you came up.

Price groaned, throwing his head back slightly. Your touch sent shivers up his spine, his mind melting at the slick sounds that filled the room. As much as he wanted to let himself come undone under you, he had other priorities. He gently moved your hand away smiling when you cocked your head to the side in slight confusion. To ease this, he simply slides your panties to the side, revealing your throbbing core to him. He smirked when he heard your breathing hitch as he slid his fingers through your folds, chuckling lowly when he felt your arousal. “Darling you’re absolutely fuckin’ soaked. Must have been all worked up for a while now..” He mutters in your ear.

“Price-“ You whine out, watching as his fingers disappeared between your legs. You whimpered pathetically as he began rubbing circles on your clit, extra sensitive from the prolonged tension. “Please. Please.” You sigh shakily, desperate for him to be inside you.

He shakes his head, slipping two fingers into you and curling them to draw out another moan from you. “Use your words love. What do you want?” He purred, enjoying the way you switched from a stoic soldier to a whining mess. You subconsciously stepped slightly further apart, desperate to feel him. “Fuck me. Just fuck me-“ You choke out and make a small sound of disappointment when he withdraws his fingers from you.

With that he wastes no time in lining himself up with you, briefly sliding the tip between your soaked folds before pressing into you, both of you moaning out in sync. You gripped at the fabric of the shirt on his chest, your brain going blank at the stretch his cock gave you. He set a mind numbingly slow pace, taking his sweet time before he bottoms out inside you, holding that position. You huff, looking back up at him to kiss him again. He begins thrusting into you, moaning into his mouth whenever his cock rams into your sweet spot. The lewd sounds of damn skin against damp skin reverberate throughout the room.

Price growled, not quite fucking you as deep as he’d like. He breaks the kiss to pick you up by your thighs, pressing you flush against the wall to distribute your weight in a way that was comfortable for both of you. It’s now when he starts pressing vigorously into you, helpless whines steadily flowing out of your mouth as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix in the most mouth watering way. “Y’look so beautiful fucked out under me like this.” He utters, groaning as he thrusts into you, feeling your juices drip down him and onto his heavy balls.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself involuntarily clenching down on his length, approaching your orgasm. “John I’m close.” You whimper out, clinging onto him for dear life. He continues fucking you with the same pace. “Go ahead love, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.” He grinds down a bit, his pubic bone coming to rub your clit which brings your orgasm hurdling through you. You cry out, coming undone all over him as he fucks you through your high. You feel your cunt pulsating and with a few more thrusts he felt himself nearing the edge as well. The way you clenched around him harder than before coaxed his orgasm out of him. He pulls out of you, his cock settling between your two stomachs as ropes of cum shoot out onto both of you.

The two of you sat panting quietly for about ten seconds before he set you down gently, quickly putting his hands back on your waist when your legs slightly buckled beneath you. “Whoa- You okay love?” He asks you gently, one hand coming to cup your cheek. You nod with a smile, leaning in to kiss him once again which he gladly reciprocates. “That was.. Holy fuck.” You grin, your cheeks a steady shade of pink. He can only help but smile back dumbly for a few seconds before he remembers the cum on you guys. He quickly turns to see what he can use to clean up, settling on a couple napkins on the table next to you guys.

He wipes your tummy off gently, you watching him intently as he does. “You did so good. Took me so well.” He coos as he cleans you up, then himself. Once he finishes, you pull your pants back up and he does the same, only to be interrupted by the crackle of comms from the two vests you guys previously discarded.

“Cap, LT, we got two vehicles approachin’ the house.” Ghost’s easily identifiable voice droning through. Price looks down at you with a smirk on his face, adjusting his hat slightly. “Would ya look at that… Guess this building wasn’t so useless after all.” He states plainly, a twinkle in his eyes.

Masterlist

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #mw2 #captain john price x reader #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare ii #x reader

[ayashitetsuko]

Izzy had to go on a business trip. He told his spouse Jim about this on their afternoon walks, and Jim was unexpectedly excited: their girlfriend Archie would be in the same city at the same time.

“Please, you two should hang out!”

Izzy didn’t give an answer right away. Sure, not a bad idea. He liked Archie; he approved of her relationship with Jim. Heck, they had had threesomes a few times. But he was still unsure about going out with Archie without Jim.

“Yeah, okay.” But he remained vague with the answer and did not do anything to follow up.

Jim was over the moon. They even offered to arrange the accommodations after the two’s business in the city was done. “Ooooh this is cool, you get to spend the weekend together!” Their group chat was filled with these messages. It was almost as if Jim shipped their girlfriend and husband.

The trip happened. Jim sent both of them to the airport. For the first few days, Archie and Izzy were busy with work matters. They called Jim back home to talk about their day, separately.

It wasn’t until the last day of work that Archie sent this pic to their group chat with the message: “Otw to steal your husband”

“OMG pls do yasssss”

“You two are aware that I’m not a dead object, right?”

“Lol sorry papi x”

“S ok birdie xx otw to pick up the devil now”

“Hey I heard that”

So Izzy went to see Archie. He hugged and kissed her lightly on the lips when they met, but otherwise they acted just like good friends when they went for dinner. Even when they checked in at the hotel, they opted for twin bed. So on the first night, they slept on separate beds. Nothing happened.

Jim was disappointed.

“You shared a room and nothing happened!? Que!? Why? 😢”

“Ah we’re tired, sweetheart. Old bones.”

“Birdie, have you fed Jojo?”

“Jojo is fine! I need you guys to talk!”

“We talked. Unless talk is how you married couples are calling it these days.”

“GAH!”

Archie and Izzy just laughed. They went on to do more touristy things that day. Checking out the biggest bookstore in town (“Birdie, are you sure you don’t want this special edition Star Wars thing?” // “😤”), buying chocolate for people at home (“How many nieces do you actually have at home?” // “Ah, that’s me, I’m my own niece”).

That night, something quite different happened.

Archie and Izzy went for a drink and after a few glasses, and their laughter became unbearable, they found themselves sitting closer to each other—none of them tried to move farther when their skin accidentally brushed. Izzy even moved slightly closer to Archie; he began to speak to her in whispers. At some point, he playfully traced the skin in her upper arm.

Archie knew what this meant. “Wanna go back and make your little spouse’s dream come true?”

Izzy chuckled. He pulled Archie closer when he felt her arms on his shoulders. “I have an idea. Let’s go back now.” The two of them kissed. “We’ll make this fun.”

Later, in the wee hours, as they slept with Jojo by their side, Jim received something on their phone.

It was a video.

It opened with a scene of Archie lying on her stomach. She was obviously naked. “Hey babe. Someone wants to say hi.” Then Izzy appeared on camera, exactly behind Archie. He did nothing but to kiss Archie’s naked shoulder and winked at the camera. “Wish you were here, babe.” Then Archie placed her phone in such a way that it was able to record everything that she and Izzy were doing; all their activities in clear view.

Jim bit their fingers in excitement when they saw their husband pulling Archie’s hair as he fucked her from behind. They squealed happily whenever Archie and Izzy kissed. When the two reached orgasm, Jim screamed so loudly that it kicked Jojo off the bed.

The cat walked away from its owner. He stared back at Jim with a judging, disapproving look.

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Read my Archie x Izzy x Jim smut here.

#izzy hands #modern au #jim jimenez #ficlet #ofmd fics #archie ofmd #polyamory #smut #fluff

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 50: Tristan Hates Horses, I Think

Been a while! Tumblr’s annoying as hell changes to the text editor took a lot of wind out of my sails, ngl. It had some problems they're resolving as they go, but it was really annoying to use and to edit if you write any amount of youknow……words….

And I was talking to a friend about this, and they were like “have you tried writing it in google docs and copy pasting it after?” And I happily realized when you copy paste from google docs, it also copies the PICTURES. This has literally saved hours of my life, y'all. It has turned something that was so frustrating I didn't want to open tumblr again into something that is no longer an obstacle so I can write once more!

So lets travel to Yugi’s brain, where Tristan desperately has to make up for all the work he hasn’t done because he was just a wee tiny bit possessed.

It may be hard to pick up where Tristan is on this picture, and I hope I recorded it somewhere in OBS like 2 months ago when I finished the series because it was such a funny animation, but hot damn this boy has hops.

And  you can see him there on the ground in the bottom left corner, that isn’t a rock, that’s Tristan having toppled a man with his bare hands, a man who had a sword and was sitting on an armored horse.

Can you believe this guy ran for school president? And then lost and humbly became the janitor?

Meanwhile, Joey discovered magic.

Confirmation that duel disks are made out of old tank parts.

Realizing for the first time that magic exists, they decide to peace out.

Back in the real world, Mokuba and Roland don’t know where the hell Seto went. Which is weird, I figured Seto would at least leave a note or a text message or…anything…but apparently even if he did, he just disappeared at some point down in Marik’s old living room.

So Roland and Mokuba decided that in order to find him, they would have to take a massive Boeing 747 to find their lost child.

Some kids have a motorcycle, some kids have a scooter, Mokuba just wants the most boring ass big commercial plane that is meant to sit a couple hundred people in an awkward way. That’s what Mokuba wants.

Just Mokuba things.

My bro who edits these for me wrote in huge ass letters "ROLAND SIGHTING" While saying "ROLAND ROLAND ROLAND" so I want y'all to know how much we appreciate a good Roland in this house.

Speaking of, I know it's like season 5 but...who is the other guy? He wears funny sunglasses but I have never heard his name, not once.

But this is when the plane was filled with heavenly light.

They begin to see the fight happening between Seto Kaiba (the OG Seto, the one that is cool and isn’t depressed because his not-wife died) and Bakura (who is now Zorc). Don’t ask me how the time stuff works, and why we see it now of all the times in human history, and right over Egypt in the sky. Don’t ask me why.

I assume it’s time compression shenanigans, just like FF8, so maybe it’s just every moment in time is able to see this UFO in the sky, but overall, it’s here because it looks cool. The fact that this right here is actually not a physical place, but is actually a figment of Yugi’s imagination shaped by Pharaoh’s botchy memories--is neither here nor there. Instead, it’s everywhere. 

Seto is unimpressed by this, because he knows how science and timelines should work, and this wouldn’t pass Kaiba Corp inspection.

Back at the yellow palace made of cheese and mario blocks, Pharaoh is still knocked out from that time he summed all 3 dragons last episode, which to me feels like just eons ago. 

But it’s OK, he’s fine now.

Typically he’d be dead, because his dragons died on the battlefield and their life force is connected to their monsters. But not only is Pharaoh 1.) already dead and 2.) the author of this universe and cannot die or this universe ceases to exist he’s 3.) got the puzzle, which means he can’t actually perma die, unlike everyone else in his court who is perma-gone.

He is not surprised by what is currently happening in Egypt’s downtown strip.

This is probably every day in Domino. Every day Seto Kaiba wakes up everyone in town with his three-headed dragon princess just because he can. Hell, Seto was doing this fight with Bakura on the top towers of Domino just this morning (or last morning…not sure if time passes in real life the same way it does in puzzle life)

The audacity of Yami right now, the one moment Yugi isn’t there to scream about ledges, this boy is leaping joyfully off that ledge. 

He fuses with the dragon which gives him this familiar outfit.

I thiiiiink it’s the same outfit as Alexander season? I’ll be real with you though, I don’t really want to look it up. Either way, good to see the return of putting on a ton of armor in a card game, I don't think we've seen it Canonically since that one time Joey did it against Valon, and ever since then, Joey kind of forgot it was a thing he can just do.

But unlike Joey, Yami doesn’t take the opportunity to punch Zorc in the face, instead he just loses yet another time.

This time he didn’t even pass out, he barely even died. This is progress, truly.

But as Zorc is powering up the peepee missile to fire in Yami’s face (what a way to die!), Shadi has decided to inform us why he’s been stalking these kids for this entire show.

So there’s two ways to read this. 1.) Shadi was Hassan the entire time but had to go back in time from this moment in order to do it or 2.) Shadi possessed the power of Hassan last second so Yami could avoid death one final time.

Both of these explanations don’t fully make sense to me, I’ll be honest, because in order to know that he’ll be needed in the first place, Shadi had to know that Yami would die at this particular moment--a moment that is a different timeline than has ever existed before.

So really, Shadi was just going by a hunch. He was like “I dunno, I’ll see how this goes.” which is more in line with the Shadi we know and love.

Is it a crying shame that Shadi, who has been with us for so many seasons, and it so integral to this show had such an unceremonious death? Yeah. I feel like I didn’t quite get the closure I wanted but I’m also sort of confused as to…what happened. But I’ll leave it there because apparently we get more Shadi content in Dark Side of Dimensions.

Anyway, I have no idea if these images will even fit into a post with how how tumbler does posts nowadays, and I'll be real I had to re upload the last bit of it, which I suspect was over 15 images???? Not sure??? but we found a workaround! google docs works!

Also, Seto didn’t die today! Instead it was Shadi! For a SECOND time!

I cannot believe how freakin lucky Mana is, this girl is still kicking and if Mana survives everything I am…going to be astonished, that’s what. Mana secretly OP, who knew?

And always you can read the rest of these here

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

if I turn it into a link it doesn't work right because the text editor is really, really bad. I hate it a lot. But uh...feel free to copy paste it until I can get links to cooperate.

#yugioh #photo recap #yugi muto #joey wheeler #seto kaiba #tristan taylor #ygo #bakura #yu gi oh #yami muto #S5 #Shadi

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ofmd s2e4 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

it's been a busy week since last thursday and shit's only gonna get busier for me after tomorrow so hopefully i can get through these two episodes out before i go to bed lol!!! anyway once again these posts are just me rambling so i can process the insane amount of information in these episodes and if u want to read them too that's fine.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

rip everyone who wanted homoerotic sword fighting in the gentebeard reunion. have a headbutt as a consolation prize.

obsessed with stede holding raw room-temperature meat against his bruised face bc that's not even a little bit how that works. i love this show.

ok so jim saying "he'll probably get around to killing you after he's rested" in response to stede saying ed needs to regain his strength actually gives some pretty good context to why they want ed of the ship so bad. bc they DID fully try to kill ed and now he's here and alive and like. if i were jim i would be pretty worried abt ed holding a grudge abt that.

wont lie stede being like "we dont just banish people, that's not us!" makes me thinkg abt how they fully banished izzy from the ship in e6. i mean technically izzy banished himself on accident but. lol.

also izzy's absence in this scene indicating he is not yet considered part of the entire crew

roach: i need that steak back, it's dinner stede: (pulling the steak away) oh, right fang: maybe let's put the banishment to a vote? stede: (steak back on his face, apparently having forgotten he was literally just about to give the meat to roach) aw do we have to :(

ed chained to the ship is doing. a lot for me. i wont lie.

buttons saying he's been to the gravy basket a few times... how many times has this man almost died??????

it is deeply funny to me that they edit the split second flashback of the drowning and mermaid hallucination to look all creepy as if that whole scene wasn't set to an incredibly sappy 80's love song (said with immense affection)

OBSESSED with stede trying to be like. encouraging to izzy. and being like "he cant hear you he's got no head" about izzy yelling at the ruined figurehead. this fucking dork.

so ive seen ppl talking abt how the crew's in a deadlock abt banishing ed and which ppl they think were pro-banishment and which were against, but the scenes with the crew make it look like everyone's voting for ed to get kicked out. so tbh i think like either of the following interpretations are pretty valid: the crew is split 50/50 on if they should banish ed OR the crew 100% wants to banish ed and stede was gonna try and leverage izzy's vote to try and get more ppl to change their mind. doesnt rlly matter either way tho

also the fact that izzy was the one to keep ed's body is. interesting. the others must've known abt it and helped izzy hide the body in the secret room. but izzy being the one to be like "no we're not throwing him overboard" is. something. no conclusions abt this atm im just rotating this fact in my brain.

i also just have a lot of thoughts abt the mutiny and the fact that like, jim's a trained assassin and the others are also pretty experienced killers and they probably knew they hadn't completely finished the job. and there was plenty of opportunity for them to do something about that. but instead they hid his body and waited for ed to succumb to his injuries. it feels kinda like ed's "technically i outsource the big job" rule. idk. thoughtssss.

frenchie in this scene is so funny bc he seems both actually apologetic abt kicking ed off the ship but also very relieved/vindicated to see him go.

didnt realize olu almost said smthng to ed lol i thought ed was just saying "fuck you" to him for no reason ghfjkghjkfh

"first time i've ever been on this side of a walk of shame" wee john i have so many questions. how many times have you been banished from a ship.

obsessed with archie just being like "way to make this awkward brah." her shitty boss put her life at risk in an attempt to make her and her coworkers kill him in a weird roundabout suicide attempt and her summary of the situation is "well, this is awkward :/"

"shitty sailing with you" sick burn, jim

"you're making it really hard to look up to you, man" LOVE how black pete is still a blackbeard stan. despite everything.

just ONCE i want someone to appreciate roach's sandwiches :(

"dont you want your sammy" STEDE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

also i disagree with the subtitles here im like 99% sure says "you're no fuckin mermaid" not "you're not a fuckin mermaid" but that's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

stede looks SO sad abt not being a mermaid

love how everyone in this episode just sort of nods and is like "yeah okay" every time buttons tells them he's turning into a bird

altho with stede in this scene specifically im convinced that he's just jumping at the chance to follow ed to the island. he was absolutely gonna come up with some shitty excuse to go ashore anyway but it's nice of buttons to give him plausible deniability

i love how much ed hates nature

why do the subtitles say "gyp-" this has been bothering me all week. the line is "like a drifter"

i also love ed's line delivery of "a wolf?"

anyway dumb posts abt the spider tattoo backstory: 1, 2, 3

i love to see ed getting hugs... wish i could give him a hug :(

ok also buttons talking abt the gravy basket made me think ed needed like some sort of spell or smthng to snap out of it but instead it just kinda wore off by the end of the episode (maybe, depends on how you read the whole buttons turning into a bird scene). this is very funny to me for some reason

anne rubbing the cup she's holding against her tit. queen.

stede bonnet idiot dumbfuck moments

i LOVE anne's line delivery of "eddie motherfuckin teeeeach" like yeah that's cj's girl alright. or was cj's girl. who knows.

SECRET HANDSHAKE im cryinggggg. i love them.

stede's voice sounds so weird when he says "i wasn't looking for you" and that's because he's fucking lying through his teeth

LOVE how anne and mary look at each other after the "shipmates" "former" interaction like they are immediately on the same wavelength. and that wavelength is fucking with ed and his ex. they sniffed out a messy relationship dynamic and were like "oh hell yeah we need more of this in our lives"

ed is SO bitchy this whole scene i fucking love it. ed's face when he says "him?" fdhjksgfjhdgkj

ed: whatever 🙄 anne: whatever? 👀 mary: whatever! 😈

wee john getting more goth is so good

drunk izzy rambling at the ship's figurehead is so funny to me tho i miss drunk izzy

ed's crew lady macbeth "out damned spot" moments

i like how there's a goat in the background of this scene in anne and mary's house and it is unexplained and also never seen again.

ed's face after stede says "that's romance" is soooo good this bitch is so pissed. like oh would you have met me at the docs if i peeled the guard's face off instead of just paying him off? is that what fuckin does it for you???? not that it matters bc i dont care. but. cunt.

yeah im just focusing in on all of ed's faces in this scene. "quite the shift going from wearing people's faces to antique collectors" gets ed to freeze in the middle of bringing his drink up to his lips and just kinda stare off into the distance.

"how did you meet" has ed kind of frowning for a split second before stede starts answering and then he rolls his eyes very dramatically and sighs deeply

ed immediately being like "actually i was gonna kill him myself!" trying to undermine stede's meet-cute story. also anne and mary nodding along in complete unison bc this is just normal pirate conversation to them.

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also as someone who has been team "no ed was dead serious abt the plan to steal stede's identity" this was very vindicating for me. it's a bad plan and it doesn't make any sense but logistics literally dont matter in this show. what matters is giving this story the "falling for the mark" trope makes ed's character arc in season 1 that much tastier!!!!

ed and stede going back and forth telling their story i cant fucking wait until theyre happily together telling this story and instead of ed trying to downplay it and ruin the meet-cute-iness of it they're just building on each other and being sappy and adorable

"more like i relented" one of the biggest lies i've ever heard this man say fjhkgjkfdhk

"until he completely boned it" SAY IT. FUCKING SAY IT. SOOOOO TRUE ED.

auauhghgh the beard bit......... crying

THE!!!!! QUIETEST LITTLE "thank you" OF ALL TIME. TIED MAYBE WITH ED SAYING "thank you" AFTER "i think you're very sophisticated" IN 1.05

i dont blame stede for trying to get ed to open up right after that bc that was the first bone ed's thrown stede's way since he woke up. unfortunately ed is not in the mood to talk abt his near-death experience and mermaid hallucination sequence.

LOVE anne's little gesture when she says "rabbit" and the little hip cocking

stede being like "uhhhh we could leave" during the knifeplay exhibitionism moment

i giggle every time at the way the crew is instantly like "fuck closing our eyes we're doing any fucking surprises"

ngl idgw the crew yelled abt the piñata reveal. but ok

loooove stede's half of the crew just blowing past all the screaming and tension from ed's half. jim screams "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!" abt the blindfold and roach is like "you won't want to stay the fuck away from this caaaake!" like roach fdhsjfgdhfjkghkj read the room?????

i love how much stede just. completely misses all of annie's flirting

ed coughing during the blunt session i love himmmmm

ok but ed's trying to be like "im totally over stede i dont even like him" and then ed reminiscing fondly with a distant smile abt the 1.06 stabbing scene

"and that was the... second time you left your wife?" underrated line

love how annie's been all quiet and seductive and then when she goes to make her move she's just like "WOUND THIS" and aggressively sits in stede's lap

also ok. "they're gonna be so jealous" is that annie talking abt ed and mary or is that annie using they/them pronouns for mary.

BUTTONS JUMPSCARE

also i love how they have that one medusa painting just. in their kitchen. im obsessed with the interior decor of this lesbian antique store that annie and mary live in

the way she's so touched by the poisoning attempt hjfgfjksghskjhgjkh

buttons being like "aahhhhhh do i give her... this bowl......????" fhjkghkfsjhk

"yeah, babe" TEALORANGES WIN

im honestly sad izzy's pathetic wet beast moment only really went for like three tiny scenes in one episode bc this shit was so funny to me. crawling away saying "you're born alone you die alone" over and over again. sir what are you even doing.

god buttons in this episode is so fucking funny bc i keep forgetting he's there. also why is he even there. like was he even invited to dinner or did he just sit down and annie and mary were like "oh ok i uh. guess we'll go make another plate??"

ed's face after buttons says the bit abt "i can tell this rabbit was intelligent" is soooo funny why is he so fucking pissed fdhsjkgyjdfkghjk

NO WAIT HE'S PISSED BC THAT WAS HIS FRIEND. THAT WAS HIS FRIEND THE WOLF HE WAS TELLING HIS SECRETS. NOW IM KINDA SAD :(:(:(

stede talking abt the sea when what he's actually talking abt is ed part 2 electric boogaloo

ed very calmly. standing up. and smashing the chair. im obsessed with him.

stede bonnet stupid dumbass moments

IMPROMPTU BLANKET FORT TIME

ed's voice is so quiet at the start of this scene he's not even yelling at stede until stede says "it's not fair" ohhhhhh my babygirl is so fucking sad........

"you ditching me without a note or anything" ed's literacy confirmed

"expecting me to just melt back into your arms" eddie my man. stede has not given literally any indication that he expected this at all. you are telling on yourself fhdjskghfkjshd

this scene is so fucking good i barely have anything to say abt it. just. u can rlly tell david jenkins wrote this ep himself lolll

"i was all in, mate. i was all in." IM SOBBING

oh nooooo i forgot that ed's line delivery of "im sorry my horrible naked chin disgusts you so much" isnt actually as sarcastic as the words itself make it seem. like it feels like ed wanted to say that all angrily and bitter but instead he just sounds sadddddd

ok ok but the way stede says "i love your chin naked or otherwise" and then after a pause (during which ed is keeping INCREDIBLY still bc u know otherwise he's just gonna burst into tearssss) stede whispers "ed" and ed is immediately like "don't" and then. stede going in for the "i love you" but like the way he's so slow with it?? he's literally like "i. love." and idk if it's bc he's trying to make this as clear as possible or if he's giving ed enough time to cut him off if he doesn't want to hear it

and ed DOES he DOES cut him off with "you don't get to say that to me" and he like. keeps glancing at stede out of the corner of his eye but not quite looking at him directly bc he knowwwwws it's like staring into the sun baby and ed knows if he looks at stede's face it's literally all over.

but also ed's face after stede pivots to "i love everything about you" he's SO pissed. he quietly groans and rolls his eyes bc this bitch. finding stupid loopholes to not being allowed to say "i love you." fuck this guy ed hates him so fucking much (lying)

oooooh when stede says "you don't have to say it back to me" ed's mouth opens and closes a bit before "not about to" bc this man is trying. SO hard not to cry (so am i but it's not working sorry there are tears on my face right now)

idk idk idk smthng abt "it's nice. feels good." makes me hurt so fucking bad bc the entire time since ed's woken up stede's been getting headbutted and snarked at passive-aggressively but stede's still like "i love being near you it makes me happy :)" brb i need. a fucking moment.

honestly tho how did annie and mary even overhear that bit bc they were on the other side of the room and stede was whispering SO quietly. opposite of when ppl in this show dont hear things despite the things being said like two feet away from them (1.03 geraldo and jackie talking abt how blackbeard was looking for stede, 2.01 zheng saying the indigo was worth way more than she spent on it)

LOVE how anne being like "stede likes the ladies" is how ed figures out "ohhhh wait ok theyre just fucking with us, got it" bc this guy??? liking women????? lmao

this also HAS to be why he gets over mary like his brain mustve gone "wait hang on why the fuck would he go back to her he doesn't even like women. guess maybe he really did panic huh" hdjksghfckghkjsh

obsessed with these TINY tiny details abt the ed/jack/annie/mary polycule dynamics we're given. ed would've expected as much from annie bc she's a fucking psycho. mary apparently used to not be like this. im putting the pieces together im connecting the dots.

ed and stede's knowing smug looks at each other. im obsessed.

annie being rlly sensitive to the word "bitch" im considering that more hints abt the polycule backstory

yayy fanny newspaper

"really? i mean she stabbed you, you poisoned her, and then she jumped on my face" stede this is all part of their very elaborate and deeply toxic sex life ok stop kinkshaming them

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curious if ed and stede are too distracted by mary spelling out their worst fears to comment on all the smoke coming into the room

"everything must go" like a fucking clearance sale. this is such a silly line. this is a silly show. i love it here.

WHY DONT THEY MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE HERE THO

wait are they crying while they hug??? bro these girls are so fucking messy i love them

ed saying "see you guys" before he leaves them in their burning house. i would die for him

ok team arts and craft time while making a prosthetic for izzy. obsessed with how the b plot of this episode is literally "the crew struggles to get along but they eventually set aside their differences and work together when they realize there's someone even more cringe and pathetic than any of them"

"YOU ARE!!! HARASSING A CRIPPLE!!!!!!" is suchhhh a funny line im sorry im gonna miss izzy at his lowest fhsjkhjksf. literally they just knocked on the door my dude calm downnnn

obsessed with izzy being genuinelly touched and expressing it by saying "fucking cocksuckers." this man is allergic to having feelings.

stede and ed painfully talking over each other bc everything is awkward and difficult. i love them.

ed's face when stede offers to let ed stay. his very quiet "yis." the way he says "might be nice" and then VERY QUICKLY looks away

stede yelling GREAT at the top of his lungs fhdsjkguydfgfjkhl

i love when these guys try to play it cool bc theyre so fucking bad at it hgdfgvjfxdkgjjdkkgjhfdkh

stede bonnet dumb idiot moron moments

ed staring off lovinglyyyyyy

buttons jumpscare

also is that fucking sage. are we doing cultural appropriation here

buttons saying "Earth Wind and Fire i wanna go higher" hfjkhgfdjkhgjkh

i love how ed. does not question this "fuck yeah, brother. fly."

ed teach lovesick fool moments

i love how happy ed sounds telling stede abt buttons he sounds like his old goofy self for the first time all season.... im gonna cry

also i like how the crew adopts izzy as their new creature. 10/10

post credits scene is annie and mary at dinner with buttons. i guess it's after stede goes to comfort ed but before they go eavesdrop on that convo.

buttons enjoying his last meal as a human. and also he's like "there's too much fucking on that ship i need to get away from it all." and his way of doing this is becoming a bird. love that.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #anne bonny #mary read #izzy hands #gentlebeard #s2e04 #txt #mine #og #ofmds2rwwiptjdmtaors

[riddle-me-ri]

ok so um either more harvey like this please or with uh line from prompts: "i'd hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice." because you do him better than me and i would like all of him so yes THANK YOU I LOVE YOU YOU ARE PRECIOUS TO ME 💚

A/N: asdfggh finnie ilysm it's the only reason I'm breaking my own damn rules lmao. The fact you like what little of Two-Face I have actually written to the point of me writing something for him explicitly is absolutely bonkers but anything for you 💚💚 

Please bare in mind, dear readers and users, I don't prefer writing for Two-Face/Harvey Dent. I like the character and all but I don't know him incredibly well. I'm just getting by with this because it's my general take on him lmao. So please, please, please don't request him. 

This is just a one off thing for a super close and dear friend of mine. If you send a request for Dent I will delete it. I'm sorry but them's the breaks. 

Also really didn't have any ideas for this one other than the wee bit I had from this set of headcanons. You don't have to read it, I'll paraphrase it here but in case you're curious rip. 

Trigger Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (blowjob, overstimulation, piv intercouse, orgasm denial, rough sex) and strong language

Word Count: 2.0 k

Harvey Dent/Two-Face x Reader - Guilty As Charged

The intimate trial between you and Harvey was stuck at a stalemate. 

He had accused you of being far too gorgeous than usual, to the point of distracting him from his work.

However, why must you be punished for something that only comes natural to you? You reserve the right to roam freely in your apartment just as well as he did! 

Perhaps it may be easier to just concede, remove yourself from the ever growing tension and he'd be appreciative and all yours once his work was done. 

Be that as it may, the better option, you didn't want to concede. You wanted him there and now. 

You didn't doubt he wanted you too. 

"I'll make you a plea deal, gorgeous." Harvey smirked. His signature coin twirling in-between his rough thick fingers. 

"You be good, wait for me in the bedroom. I'll get my work done and I'll be all yours for the rest of the day…" 

You defiantly crossed your arms. "And if I refuse?"

A shudder ran down your spine when you heard his other side, Harv chime in. "Ima take you here and now anyway I see fit." 

Oh. 

Oh shit. 

You stood your ground. "Sorry, Harvey…no dice. I'm beautiful and you're just gonna have to deal with it." You smirked. 

Harvey sighed heavily, almost guttural. He shook his head, scoffing. He should have known better, you were almost as stubborn as him and he loved you for it. Even if it did make you a pain in the ass sometimes. 

He walked over to you around the coffee table in swift strides. Towering over you, he twirled a loose piece of your hair between his fingers, meanwhile he flicked his coin in his other hand. 

"We both know I'm guilty…" You mumbled teasingly. 

"Oh no I know, just deciding your punishment, gorgeous." He winked. 

You hummed softly, expectantly. "I'm certain the punishment will fit the crime?" 

The coin landed in Harvey's open palm. He flipped it onto his other hand for good measure. You watch his hands and expression, looking to get a read on the results. 

He cups his hand around the coin to keep you from peeking. Harvey clicks his tongue before sighing. 

"I hate to do this to you, sweet thing…but you give me no choice." He grumbled. 

Harvey pinched your chin between his finger and thumb. He leaned in and gave you a sweet, almost apologetic kiss for what's to come. Although both of you know, either of you are the farthest thing from sorry. 

"Get down on your knees, baby." Harv growled under his breath.

Well, time to face the music. 

You got on your knees but kept intense eye contact with Harvey. Instinct lead you to place your hands on his thighs, but waited until he gave further instructions. No sense in prolonging your sentence. When the both of you will get yours in the end. 

Harvey shoved down the sweatpants and boxer briefs he was wearing, already feeling relief in his groin. He had been getting harder by the minute as he watched you lounge in nothing but a oversized t-shirt and panties. Practically begging for his attention, knowing damn well he was going to be busy today. 

You bit your bottom lip to restrain the proud grin from growing along your face as his cock stood at attention just inches from your lips. You put your hands back on his thighs to keep yourself propped on your knees. 

“You knew better, knew I’d be busy…” He groaned, his hand folding over the back of your head. Fingers dove into the strands of your hair, he pulled on them slightly, like a jockey to the reigns of their horse. You winced softly at his tight grip. 

“And yet you insisted on having my full attention…well gorgeous, is this what you wanted?” 

Even if that wasn’t necessarily the truth, in the moment you were willing to accept it as a temporary motive. 

“Y-Yes, sir.” You replied meekly. 

His grip on the back of your head tightened, pulling the strands from your scalp that more harshly. Yet, you couldn’t deny the damp pool gathering in your underwear. 

Using his other hand, Harvey cupped the side of your face and aimed your lips near the bulging head of his dick. You swiped your tongue across your lips before slowly opening your mouth. Harvey took it as a chance to knock the wind out of you, by thrusting his cock into your mouth, his head hitting the back of your throat. 

Your nails dug into the skin of his thighs as you groaned around his cock, trying to overcome your gag reflex. As you attempt to swallow, your throat slightly constricts around Harvey’s head and it draws out a groan from him. 

You attempt to slowly pull your head away and barely perform a sucking motion, before Harvey tightens the grasp on your hair, causing you to whine around his cock. 

“We’re doing this my way, this is your punishment, remember?” 

You try your best to nod and muffle out a confirmation, but Harvey didn’t pay any mind. He gradually dragged his dick out from your mouth, painstakingly slow as air slowly started coming back through your mouth and nostrils. 

You groaned again as Harvey fully thrusted back into your mouth, head bobbing again against your throat. As he slowly began building up a pace of harshly ramming his cock into your mouth, you picked up tightening your lips and hollowing your cheeks every time he fully sheathed himself into your mouth. 

Harvey’s groans and growls were enough sign of not only his appreciation for your efforts but that he was close. You prepared yourself to swallow every last bit and not waste a drop of his cum. Only for him to remove himself from your mouth and remove his hand from the back of your head. 

You panted as you were able to finally catch whatever air you could, but you were confused. You swallowed your built up saliva and some of Harvey’s slick when you looked up at him. 

Harvey was heaving, catching his own breath as he tried to pull himself back down to Earth. 

“A-Ass on the sofa…now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. 

You got up from your knees and sat down on the couch cushions, ironically where your alleged offense took place from the start. 

“Brace yourself on the armrest, gorgeous.” 

Your knees sunk into the cushions as your fingertips dug into the armrest of the couch. Harvey’s weight causing the couch to sink under his weight. He grabbed your waist, his touch flaming hot against your skin. 

His fingers toyed with the band of your underwear, before gripping it and slowly shedding it from you. If you looked over your shoulder, you could see Harvey’s eyes blown as he saw your slick absolutely pasted to the fabric. 

“I see…you’re not one bit remorseful for what you did…” He chuckled into your ear after he tossed your panties to the side. He resumed his grip on your waist, as his knee came up between your legs to spread them wider. 

You were a whimpering mess that couldn’t form cohesive sentences or a witty remark even if you wanted to. You just knew you needed him, that you were always guilty of. 

You gasped when you felt the searing heat of his cock head rubbing itself between your folds as it collected your wetness there. Between his strong heated body covering you, his warm fingers, and his flaming dick; you were already breaking out into a sweat. 

“Ready?” He grumbled just above a whisper before shoving himself fully into you, like he did your mouth just moments ago. 

One of his hands shot up to muffle your scream of shock, pain, and eventually pleasure. Harvey didn’t wait nearly as long for you to get accommodated before he started pumping his dick into you. Trying to catch back up to the speed he had going in your mouth. 

Your knuckles were turning white from the death grip you had on the couch armrest. You thought for sure you were going to leave imprints in the cushion. 

Harvey’s head came to rest between the valley of your neck and shoulder. You could hear and feel every grunt and gasp, which only turned you on that much more. He leaned in and began peppering hot kisses along your skin until he came to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. There he bit down hard, you could feel the skin slightly break. 

This only caused you to groan in pleasure more than pain, “H-Harvey!” 

Your walls continued to convulse. Tightening around him whenever he fully thrusted into you, especially so when he would hit your cervix. You could feel yourself getting bounded tighter and tighter by your nerves, about to combust, apparently so could Harvey…

He thrusted out abruptly and didn’t plunge back in like before. 

“No, no, no, no…Harrveeyy..” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you were so close to that apex of pleasure. 

You whimpered as he bit down on just below your earlobe and the start of your jawline. “You must’ve forgotten this is a punishment, doll…”

“I-I’m sorry, I-I’ll be good, I promise…please, baby…” You whined pleadingly. As if you were trying to get out of doing a lifer’s time in the penitentiary. 

“Is that an admission?” He tapped the tip along your damp folds. 

“Yes, yes, I’m guilty, I’m so sorry, please…please…” You groaned. “I-I’ll be good, sir, please just let–AH!” 

Your pleas were cut short by your cry of pleasure as your cunt was occupied by his cock, once again. 

“This what you wanted?” 

You nodded so fast and hard your head could have popped off. “Y-Yes, oh God, yes…oohh please, please!” 

Harvey brought one of his hands back up to your face. He brought your face to the side to face his, he leaned in and kissed you passionately. As your tongues swirled, mouths vibrating from your moans. Harvey began thrusting in and out of you again, slowly but surely building the pace back up. 

His other hand went up your shirt and strongly grasped one of your tits, pinching the nipple there and rolling it in between his fingers. 

You thrusted your hips backwards to meet his thrusts, your walls tightening again, strangling his cock like a vice. 

“H-H-Harvey…mmm..I-I-” Your statement was cut off by your cries of pure ecstasy. Every cell in your body was vibrating just beneath your skin causing goosebumps to appear on your sweaty sticky skin. 

Yet, Harvey never let up. The hot friction, his cock fully splitting you open again and again, even after your orgasm. 

“H-Harvey! I-I-ah…”

“I know you’ve got one more for me, baby…make sure you remember this…” He panted into your ear. One hand went to grip your waist while the other met your mound. 

You couldn’t stop the tears as your nerves were electrified tenfold from your previous orgasm. You felt the knot in your stomach churn again, waiting to come unraveled. As much as you couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t handle it if he stopped again. 

A silent scream left you as you felt Harvey roll small short circles on your clit. Your legs and arms began shaking as you felt another numbing wave come over your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body instinctively trying to pull away from the overstimulation, but Harvey’s grip made you ride every last crashing wave. 

Everything was white for a moment. Your vision a blinding white. White noise softly buzzing in your ear. No words, thoughts, or feelings except satisfaction and exhaustion began to overcome you. Whimpers fell from your lips as Harvey slowly removed himself from you one last time. His seed mixed with your slick slipping out from between your folds. 

You collapsed onto the couch, your back to the cushions and your head against the arm rest you were holding onto dear life for a minute ago. Your legs still shaking from the aftershock. 

You didn’t even notice Harvey had got up and retrieved a damp towel and water bottle for you. You flinched as he began wiping you clean. 

“Doing time does a number on you, huh, gorgeous?” He chuckled, breathless himself. 

You hummed, chuckling softly. “Something tells me the judge enjoyed the time served just as much as I did…”

Harvey scoffed with a side shrug. “Hm, guilty as charged.”

#ri writes #don't ask why I know so much legal lingo... #I watch a lot of crime tv #lmao #i had one chance to put it into use #okay? #even if it was cringe rip #two face x reader #harvey dent x reader #two face x reader smut #harvey dent x reader smut

[my-soupy-brain]

Bedroom Hair

Description: You're in a new relationship with coach Ted Lasso and his wild hair in the Richmond breeze makes your heart pitter-patter. Time to seal the deal with this tall drink of water.

Relationship: Reader (f) x Ted Lasso

Warning: Oral sex, intercourse, fluffy talk and love

Smut level: 🔥🔥🔥 (basically all smut)

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It can’t be helped.

The way Ted’s hair looks when it’s breezy on the pitch, his long dark auburn locks whipping round on the edge of his visor as he leans over to talk to Beard.

It makes you insane. 

Yeah, you should be in your own office right now. You have plenty of work to do. But watching your clandestine boyfriend coach Ted Lasso is far more important. And more fun.

“Can I pick those eyes off the ground for ya, love?” Keeley chimes in to your left. “Looks like you may have a wee bit of drool there too.”

You laugh and blush. “Which player strikes your fancy?” She asks with a wink. So far, you haven’t given your true affections away. But before you can make up an answer to get her off your scent, Ted turns around and waves at you with a wink, and your face turns red. 

“Ah-ha! It’s NOT a player at all that ya fancy,” Keeley chides. She waves at Ted and you do, too. When he catches your wave, he stands still for a minute to look at you before turning back around toward the pitch.

Keeley looks at Ted’s back, then at you. Then at Ted’s back. Than at you. Ping-ponging until you crack.

“OK! OK. Yes, Ted and I…” you don’t finish and Keeley is clapping her hands and jumping up and down. 

“But shhh, no one knows. I don’t know if it’s even allowed… it’s just…” your stammer, your face turning red. Ted turns back around and sees you still standing there, and he sends a small wave at you again. 

“I’m fucking insane for him,” you admit, eyes staring at Ted's back, unblinking. “Insane.”

Keeley is open-mouthed at a your confession. “OK, babes. I need details. How did this happen? When did this happen?!”

You laugh, your eyes still watching Ted’s back and broad shoulders, his hands in his joggers and his silhouette against the sun. That perfect nose, that smile… 

“Earth to Y/N. Details,” Keeley reminds.

“Right, so yeah. It was after an away game, about three weeks ago? We met up with some of y’all at Crown & Anchor. And… I don’t know. He walked me home and he was so sweet, and I tripped on something and he grabbed me…and the next thing I know we were kissing…”

“Well, I’m happy for you two lovebirds. He’s too good to go unloved, and you’re so full of love you’re busting at the seams. Perfect match, I say,” Keeley declares. “How’s…the…ya know…” she asks with a wink. “I don’t know, we haven’t gotten that far yet,” you answer proudly, smiling at Ted’s back. Her mouth drops open. “Oh, girl. It’s been too long for you, whatcha waiting for? You’re proper fit, he’s proper fit — get together already!” 

You nudge her shoulder and laugh. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. The feeling of Ted’s body with yours, tangled in sheets. You wonder what he looks like under all those layers — the polo shirts, the sweaters. As your mind wanders, Keeley bids farewell and heads back into the building.

But you’re still in quicksand, watching Ted do his thing. 

In a few minutes, Ted’s instructed the team to the other end of the pitch, with Beard and Roy following them out of eyesight. He spins quickly and looks both ways, making his way to you in the doorway under the bleachers. Before you know it, his arms are around your waist, and his lips are kissing your neck, your ear, your cheek, and your lips. 

“Hey babydoll, how’s it goin’ over here?” he asks with a grin. You blush and smile at him, removing his visor and running your fingers through his wind-swept hair. “Just admiring’ the view, coach,” you whisper. “You’re so perfect, so handsome,” you murmur, your pupils blown wide while your hands rake through the tousled amber locks in the breeze. He laughs a bit and backs you up to the wall. “Yeah? You like this, huh?” he teases, his hands and thumbs working circles on your hips. “Why d’ya like this look so much?” He jokes, running his hand through his hair. You hum, and flirt with batting lashes and dark eyes. “I guess because I wonder if that’s what your hair would look like between my legs or hovering above me,” you whisper to his ear, your finger tugging on his whistle. Your eyes go wide: Did you just say that out loud? Ted goes silent, still, almost dizzy at the words that leave your beautiful lips. He wraps his arms around you closely, hands skating down your side to your ass, which he squeezes lightly while he leans into your ear: “You wanna find out?” You squeak with disblief, followed by a tiny gasp leaving your lips in a puff of air. He kisses you chastely and backs away.

“Back to work, sweet pea. See you soon,” he says, turning and jogging back out to meet the coaches and team on the pitch.

You float back to your office, stunned. Sure, in the few weeks you’ve been with Ted, it’s been lots of Rom Communism movie nights, cuddling, kissing, and caressing but you haven’t done *that* yet and to have him affirm what you’ve been thinking about has your head spinning.

By the end of the night, and after hours of sweating and struggling to concentrate because of what Ted said, you are finally packing up your laptop from your desk when you feel a large, warm set of hands on your hips. You stop what you’re doing to place your hands on top. 

“Hey, sugar,” Ted whispers, his lips kissing your neck and nuzzling your ear.

“Hey there,” you answer sweetly. You’re letting him make the next move.

“I was thinkin’… it’s Friday night. Your place or mine? Let’s stay in, hm?” Ted asks, his hands working their way south, down your thighs, before coming back up to your hips. 

“Yeah? Stay in? Why’s that, coach? What do you wanna do?” you ask innocently. He chuckles, his breath fanning over your neck.

“Because I wanna take you apart, that’s why,” he mutters, his lips sitting on your neck gently, holding your body tighter. You gasp at the admission

“My place,” you request. Ted backs up, nods, and grabs your hand. “Let’s go!”

—

Your stomach is in your throat the way back to your flat. 

At a traffic light, Ted leans over and kisses you, his tongue tracing your bottom lip while you pull back, your eyes starry with lust. Whatever unlocked in Ted is about to be unleashed on you, and you can hardly wait.

You make your way up the stairs and Ted’s hands have already starting their journey, rubbing your body and standing chest-to-back with you while you fish for your keys.

But once inside, he’s his amicable, coy self. He sets down his bag, removes his jacket and shoes and plops down on the couch.  You take a moment, confused. 

You don’t even remove your heels or suit, sitting next to him on the couch and staring at him. 

“How’s it goin’ darlin’?” he asks, his eyebrows up and curious. As if he didn’t dangle sex talk in front of you earlier, promising to “take you apart.”

“Ted…am I…misreading…” you are trying to ask the question but not sure how.

“Misreading…what?” he asks, slipping his hand behind you and lifting you into his lap, your skirt hitching higher over your thighs, heels dangling off the edge of your couch. Your stomach clenches in need, the heat of your bodies covering each other.

“I’m so…confused…” you stammer, Ted nods like he’s listening, his fingers opening the buttons of your blouse and sliding it off your shoulders. This is a game, you think. He’s playing with you.

“What can I help make clear for ya?” he asks nicely, his hands massaging your breasts, working their way back to the clasp. 

“I thought you wanted to…take me apart…” you murmur into his lips, making his twitch into a smile. His fingers dance to your back where they unclasp your bra, your breasts pebbling against the cool air of the room.  

“Hmmm…take you apart…” he murmurs, his lips kissing up and down your neck and shoulder. “I don’t recall…”

You groan, your core throbbing now. His hands are under your skirt, rubbing your ass and pushing you back and forth against his erection behind his khakis. 

“Ah, yes, about my hair,” he says in jest. “Yeah, I remember now darlin’…” 

Before you can respond with another ribbing he’s pushing your skirt higher, hands gripping the rounded flesh of your ass while ducking his head to your breasts to mouth and lick a nipple. His arms push you back and forth, making you moan with the friction. 

“Yeah…that’s right…I do wanna take you apart,” Ted mutters to your lips, dragging wetly across his with your tongue jutting out to meet his.

With no warning he picks you up to carry you to it your bedroom. He sets you on the edge of your bed, while he kneels on the floor, fingers working your skirt and panties down to your ankles. 

You manage to return the favor, leaning in to pull his shirt off over his head. And you marvel at his body. Broad shoulders and chest, a defined collarbone, an incredible pattern of hair down to his soft but still defined abs.

You can’t resist: You rake your fingers down his chest to feel his oven-hot skin. But he doesn’t let you do that long before he works his belt off and unzips his khakis to ease the tension of his cock hitting the metal confines. He quickly eases you to your back and grabs your thighs, dragging you to the end of the bed. He wiggles his eyebrows at you before kissing each knee, then higher in each thigh, before nudging you open with his perfect nose and then his tongue. 

“Is this OK, darlin’?” he asks gently, the less precocious but always gentle Ted asks you. You nod furiously. “Yes, yes… oh, please Ted…” you answer.

A slow ascent of his tongue from your hole to your clit has your legs shaking in his palms. He holds you steady, one large hand holding your waist while you struggle not to buck against his face, the other gripping your thigh.

The sensation is perfect. All the workup today, all the daydreaming about this happening, and your nerves could light sparklers with the fire going through your bloodstream. Just as you’re getting used to his tongue’s ministrations, he sucks hard on you, pushing two fingers inside your channel and curling them just right against your velvety walls.

You gasp for air, squeaking his name out as he presses harder, his mouth sucking stronger. And you tumble over the edge, your fists in the duvet, your head and hair tossed back on the pillow. Your legs flail for a moment at the inability to move and let your body dance the way it needs to with the sensation. 

Ted pulls away with a slurp, wiping the his mouth on your thigh, sending sparks of pleasure through your body as you watch his dark eyes climb higher to meet your eye line.

Slack-mouthed, panting, sweaty: That’s all you are. Your body is listless, floating in post-orgasmic bliss, when Ted crawls over you, draping his body to your side and holding you close.

“How're ya feelin’ babydoll,” Ted asks quietly, nuzzling your cheek with his nose — his perfect nose. His hands massage your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger. You sigh, a heavenly sound of a woman sated.

“I feel…amazing, baby,” you whisper in reply, leaning in to kiss him. You taste yourself — a little bitter, a little sweet — on his tongue.

He kisses his way to your ear and whispers: “I’m not done with you, darlin’.”

You groan and smile as Ted’s hand skates down your back, to your ass, to your thigh, which he encourages over his hip. Now naked like you, he nudges himself closer to your center, letting his tip bump into you and rub against your slick folds, teasing you both while you kiss and move your bodies in sync.

Enough playing, you decide. “Do you want me?” you ask, making eye contact. His face is flush, his lips wet from kissing.

Ted nods. “I want you, baby…” he croons.

You smile, kissing him again, his hands searching your body before going still as you encourage him between your thighs and notch him where he belongs, using your legs around his waist to draw him in. Your body takes in every delicious inch.

You move slowly together, savoring the moment, getting used to the stretch. Your fingertips wipe away the sweat beading along his temples, flecked with the tiniest bit of gray, before you hold his face in your hands to kiss him deeply.

His hands are so warm and big, the way they caress your body. The deep huff of his breath, his moans of your name, sound beautiful spilling from his lips. His hazel eyes flutter closed at the sensations he’s feeling, but when they’re open they’re so full of love your heart could explode.

The deep, slow push he’s giving you is beautiful in its own way, but you want him to give it all over to you. “Ted… I want you to show me…what you’ve thought about with me,” you request, leaning up to kiss his lips again. Ted’s stomach flutters at your words with memories of thoughts he’s had running in his head. “Are you sure,” he asks, bringing his forehead to yours, a tendril of hair falling down. You nod. “I’m sure, baby…” 

With that permission he sits back on his heels slightly, holding your hips in his hands and angling them up so he can drive into you. You can see his hips working faster, harder, as he pushes and pulls in you. His name on your lips makes him feel amazing, lucky he can be the one who does this to you.

He quickly moves his thumb to your clit, pressing and rubbing it to help you along. When your breath hitches and your head throws back, he can tell you’re almost there. “That’s it, my good girl…that’s it…let me hear you…” he coaxes you while profanities and whimpers and a small scream leave your throat. His balls tighten and his cock throbs at the noises you make as he presses his palm into your swollen sex while you ride out the last of your orgasm.

“Oh, oh my God,” you sigh out loudly, a chill crawling up your spine and suddenly feeling cold in the room. Ted notices your teeth chatter and leans back down over your body, a sheet over his back, to warm you. His thrusting slows to a quieter and more intimate pace, while your lips connect and hands touch and soothe everywhere. You tongues dance lightly while you both smile and whisper to each other.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You make me feel so good.”

“I never want this to end.”

“You’re just how I dreamed.”

“Never let me go.”

“I’ll never let you go.”

“So this is what making love is like,” you whimper, feeling the crest of another orgasm building. Ted smiles, leaning into your neck. “It can only be making love with you,” he replies, you sigh. You kiss him harder, holding him closer to your body, your legs tighter around his middle. 

As he kisses you again, he laces his fingers with yours and your head goes dizzy with the romance of it.

Before you realize it, he’s rolled you to your sides, staying buried deep while his hand massages your breast, lips kissing and nibbling along your neck and shoulder. With a slight change of his hips, you’re crying out. “Yes, come for me sweetheart,” Ted encourages with a grunt to your neck. Your leg over his hip tightens as you feel your peak approaching. “Let me hear you…”

That pushes you over the edge, your fingers clawing at his back. He watches your face go slack with pleasure, the blush spreading from your cheeks to your neck and chest. When you bite your bottom lip as the waves recede, he grows harder, his hips stuttering on his own precipice. 

“God, Ted… I’ve never felt like this…” you pant and plead into his lips, eyes searching his. “I want to feel you, too. Please… please let me feel you. Inside, I want you inside…”

He nods hurriedly, leaning in to kiss you again, the squeeze of his hips in your leg and the pain-pleasure of your fingernails in his back send him tumbling over. His hand holds your ass to keep your bodies close as he empties himself in you and slows down. 

“Oh, sweetheart… shoot… what you do to me,” he murmurs into your lips. 

You hold him close, peppering his stubbled cheeks with kisses, fingers raking through his thick hair. He slips out of you but keeps you held close to his body, your combined juices leaking into the bed (not that you care). 

His eyes connect with yours, happy and relaxed. You kiss him lightly on the lips and nibble on his bottom lip while his hands move into your hair, rolling you to his side to snuggle into his chest. Your fingers dance through the hair there.

He stops your hand and holds it, kissing your knuckles. 

“I hope I lived up to the hype, darlin’,” he says with a sad smile, waiting for your answer. “You did. You didn’t hype it enough,” you answer, leaning over to kiss a bare nipple. 

“And to think, this is all because of my hair,” he adds, joking. You try to brush it back into place, failing as it falls over his forehead in an auburn waterfall.

"Well, it's more than that, too sweetpea. I love you from your head to your toes, you know..." you wink, and he smiles hearing you say the L word.

Your heart flutters again before setting down under the covers, bodies twisted together, falling fast asleep. 

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #i fucking love this man #oh the things i'd do or let him do #enjoy friends

[peanutbutterex]

🔪 gimme all your Roach thoughts

🐈‍⬛️ Frenchie too.

My two favorite characters aside from Ed!!!

Ok to start off with Roach. In an ofmd discord server i am it but has sadly died, I once got told I was protective of Roach. And I mean, this man is a world class chef in my mind and I see him as needing food to be perfect, so I will defend him on that. And with season two, he invented peanut paste, or peanut butter, which is what my url is named after!

Also his crazed love of torture is so lovable to me. I love a crazed character, and even rooted for him to be able to torture the hostages because he wouldn’t go all the way. And how excited he was to cut off Lucius’s finger was priceless.

He also has some pf the best one-liners. “Come back, this is all a dream, come back!”, “knives are knives, meat’s meat” “mm we’re tender as hell” “we eat, but how often do we taste” and those are just the ones that come to mind now. He is so funny and chaotic I absolutely adore him and Samba being such a gem definitely adds to it.

Oh Frenchie, where do I begin with Frenchie. The fact that the first piece of art that wasn’t a sketch from memory I did for OMFD was of Frenchie says a lot in of itself (should I post it here? I don’t think I did). I will say I am so sad as a witch with 3 cats that he would be afraid of me because he is someone I would love to be friends with!!!

To start off, I love his songs. I have the words to “To Death We Go” (the full version) memorized and have sang it a lot. Also the fact that he was willing to play his lute for Ed’s song is iconic!!!

This man is also so smart??? Like the ability to think on the fly and even more think of scams on the fly is soo impressive he needs so much more credit. Also he is the kind of guy who is always aware of what is going on. He is the one who asked Ed if the crew was going to live or die, he is the one who found the invitation to the fancy party, and unlike Stede’s first reaction was completely supportive of Ed after he got mocked at said party. Where Stede said “How could you?” Frenchie said “they’re such dicks about spoons!”. Not to mention he almost definitely helped Stede get the information necessary in order for Stede to get the aristocrats to turn on each other. This guy has such street and emotional smarts that he is such an amazing addition to the cast and why I wanted him to fill Lucius’s role for Ed in season 2.

In season 2 I was a bit disappointed that we did not get to see this supportive, aware, and emotionally intelligent part of his character as much, but I understand why. Ed was in such a state that Frenchie did not know the reasons behind and did not want to get killed, so he did not try to support Ed as much, which makes sense for his character. I feel awful that he felt he needed to lock away his trauma in a box in his mind because of how unhealthy that is, but I also am aware that the atmosphere of Ed’s ship at the start of season two was not the kind of place to talk it through as a crew, so I understand why he did that too. Still, he had enough of a heart to try and help Izzy instead of killing him when Ed shot him despite how awful Izzy had been to all of them in the past, which is commendable. And these traits that Frenchie has makes so much sense why Ed chose him to be the new first mate, along with how Frenchie has been supportive of Ed in the past.

I also find Frenchie’s superstitions to be kinda funny and cute. His explanation of women having crystals in their bodies is iconic, as is his fear of cats. It is also so endearing how he channeled his fear of cats, making the most iconic flag of the revenge in season 1, it being the one bloodied with Nigel’s blood and used by the British as a symbol of the revenge, using a witch costume for his costume in the fuckery in s1e6 with Wee John along as his cat, and then having a feral cat on his jacket and the new flag of the revenge in season 2. As a cat enthusiast myself, I love the cat motif with Frenchie and what it means to him. God I love Frenchie’s character so much, and although I do think Olu deserved to be captain after he was basically elected as one in season 1, my love of Frenchie makes me so happy that he is the new captain of the revenge at the end of season 2.

Now with both of these characters together, I personally see them as besties, along with Wee John. Their interactions with each other are so sweet and fun I only wish we got to see them play off of each other more in the show. While I personally ship Frenchie more with Wee John and Roach more with Buttons (i am sitting on a whole manifesto for this ship i just need to find the right time to post it), I do get very happy when I see ship art of these two.

I am sorry this is probably much more than you expected but I love these characters so much and I don’t get to talk about them enough so I had to get all of my thoughts out there!!

#ofmd #our flag means death #frenchie ofmd #roach ofmd #asks #peanut’s ramblings #can you tell how much I love these guys

[branmer]

🧡💚🖤💖💕 for b5!

for this meme

sorry i took a wee bit to reply to these! but here we go! controversial opinions under cut >:)

🧡that the minbari soul stuff is real and should be taken at face value, which imo completely ignores several in-show details we get that indicate that the trilumanaries weren't detecting souls, but human dna. we even get this pretty much explained to us in atonement when it's explained that the triluminary glows for delenn because she's a child of valen and therefore descended from the jeffster himself. that's also why the triluminary glowed for other humans that were interrogated! not because it was picking up fragments of of valen's soul in them all, but because it was just picking up human dna! and ok, granted, i have no fucking clue how that works either re the triluminary somehow being an advanced scanner or the dna stuff lol, but b5 has plenty of examples of stuff where tech is simply so advanced it gets mistaken for or used as magic (the fucking technomages damn it). anyway i just. do not understand why people take the soul stuff at face value when the show itself LITERALLY DISPROVES IT. gOD

💚 i talked about neroon in my previous response so i will turn now to branmer. again this is a taking things at face value thing, but i really don't get it when people just assume delenn is totally correct that he didn't really want to be a warrior and was forced etc, especially since in that same convo she says stuff that contradict that! saying stuff like 'he believed in the rightness of the war' doesn't sound like a guy who felt bad about joining the fray, it sounds like he was very into it in fact! and then the fact that she gives that very uh, interestingly worded response when sinclair asks her how branmer felt about the surrender... anyway I just think that if branmer became a warrior it was because he wanted to and because he got some fulfillment in the role and i think a lot of what delenn says in that scene is her trying to assauge her guilt because she feels he wouldn't have become involved in the war if not for choices she made. i also like, really don't see what right she had to claim him for the religious caste when he had chosen the warrior caste. that sounds a lot like her attempting to invalidate a legit choice her friend made just because she didn't agree with it and is actually very uncool!

🖤same answer as before: delenn. i just think she is a much more morally complex and interesting character than she gets portrayed as by fandom and i think her characterisation from mid s4 onwards did her an immense diservice. i much prefer her more conflicted characterisation in earlier seasons, tho i will give s4 credit for rbl, an episode which straight up says 'delenn is actually very blinkered and prejudiced and lets this effect her perspective and her decisions in a not great way' but then concludes with lennier going 'and actually that's a good thing!' NO IT ISN'T LENNIER, and you need to have a proper talk with her about it!

💖i mean honestly i think it's probably that i have issues with the latter season's portrayal of delenn and sheridan as always righteous and correct and a total power couple girlbossing their way to glorious success. i think there are a lot of things that are quite effed up about the establishment of the interstellar alliance and how much power ends up consolidated in their hands with zero oversight. what's interesting is that i feel like s5 sort of attempted to criticise it with sheridan making many terrible decisions as president? but im not actually sure if that was deliberate and not just... bad writing on jms's part and him not realising he was making them do incredibly stupid things

💕i feel like all my ships are smaller ships that aren't super popular lol, probably the most popular is marcus/neroon. i put down neroon/sheridan last time for this one haha, but for the sake of a bit of change i will also say: any of my oc ships. i have many minbo ocs and i do love to ship them with each other haha

thank you for the ask <33333 sorry again i took a bit to reply

#the minbos

[assortedvillainvault]

Hi Thalassa! Chance anon here! Thank you for the FANTASTIC Blitzwing content! (The Starscream bit was both hilarious AND perfectly in character for Random!). You’re amazing and I hope you feel appreciated! On another note, could we maybe get some headcanons for transformers prime Starscream and/or the Horned King figuring out that they have a crush on the human reader too, please? Thank you for your time!

Chance anon you're very welcome! Hard to not to feel appreciated with such kind words! :D

You absolutely can get this it's not like I think about exactly this sort of stuff on the daily or anything ahahaah MY BOYS ILY

I'll do the Horned King at a later date, Starscream needs some love.

TFP Starscream x Reader

Starscream is self centered and extremely one track minded, if it's not to do with killing Megatron or proving he's the more competant leader then he's not really going to register it as important.

Meaning the process from meeting you to realising he has feelings is taking the sceneic route ok it's going to take him a WHILE.

Doubly RIP becuase as a human you're not even going to register as worth his time, at least initially.

I'm going to assume Megatron has decided in his space-crack induced haze that as Optimus gets three humans he should at least get one and has yoinked you off the face of the Earth to prove a point to his Ex and ostinably use you as bargaining bait. C'est la vie.

To make matters more insulting he's handed you off to Starscream for 'care'. Starscream is furious at his downgrade to babysitter and you're not particularly jazzed that the 30ft robot made of knives and stiletto heels isn't exactly keeping his wits about where he STANDS you've had to run out from under his pacing like four times already on day one.

What Starscream does appreciate, once he's had time to cool down, is that he now has a captive audience to rant to.

It's a lot of screeching and snideness to withstand without a goddamn clue what he's mad about at first. Unfortunately nothing he rants about is enough info for you to escape with, but you live in hope and Soundwave stopped by to sneak you some earplugs about two months in to your eternal gratitude.

The first time he staggers into his quarters - where're you've been kept for 'security reasons' - battered, bleeding and with a wing half torn off, you're stunned silent. He doesn't seem to register your presence, instead twisting himself thouh the doorway with a snarl, the remaining wing high and trembling with effort.

It's obvious that this damage isn't autobot induced. You'd heard of Megatron's tendency to beat his second senseless as stress relief, and while you'd laughed about it as revenge for his shitty attitude previously, the reality stikes you sharply and uncomfortably under the ribs. Starscreams viceral hatred of his leader doesn't seem quite so comedic anymore.

You can't really change anything, but from then on you listen properly when Starscream complains, dropping a genuine query or comment here and there. The surprise in his crimson optics when you contribute the first time stays with you into the wee hours of the night.

He starts being nicer...for him. No longer do you have to worry about being manhandled or crushed, and sustenance is no longer brought with an eye roll about you being an inferior species. He even starts asking about the flight capable creatures from where you lived, clearly his love of flight transcending the species barrier as he listens to you talk about birds, bats and insects from your home life.

You can't help but grow an appreciation for the Air Commander's acerbic humour and turn of phrase. Starscream is the king of sassy scarcasm - you about made him trip over air when you cracked up over a snip at Shockwave, and in doing so you missed the giddy half smile on the commanders own faceplate watching you crack up.

As with all good things, it must come to an end. The autobots stage a rescue, and you're whisked away in the fist of an unstoppable Arcee, just able to catch a glimpse of Starscream fending off Bumblebee before the groundbridge cuts you off.

Megatron is furious that he got shown up by Optimus (Again) and took it out on Starscream (again) and now...now his quarters are empty, and cold, and quiet.

He sits in the dark, looking helplessly at the empty spot on his desk where you would sit and swing your legs while speaking with him and feels...hollow. You had become a bright spot on the Nemesis right under his nasal ridge, and he's let you slip through his claws before he even realised what exactly he was losing.

He rakes his claws through the wall plating with a roar of frustration. The sparks flare under his optics like tiny supernovas, and he turns to the console with a sneer.

Spite has fuelled Starscream for over four million years. It's pushed him though battlefronts, grief, abuse and the very limits of his own frame, all in the name of survival and, eventually, victory.

Now? Now, it's going to get you back.

Come hell or high water.

#Ty for this ask I had a blast #Starscream occupies a special place in my heart #he was done SO dirty in the show and his character speaks to my on a molecular level #fuelled by spite indeed. #starscream x reader #tfp starscream #maccadam #x reader #thalassa responds #asks

[thesconesyard]

Yeehaw!

When the Cactus Blooms

21. An Unconventional Steed

“How did you end up here?”

Scotty looked up at Jaylah. They were working together on another of the carts. Despite being a thief, John Harrison had had some good engineering ideas and Scotty would be damned if he didn’t use them. The first cart he had fixed was the best one they had now, and he intended to make the others just as good.

“Ye know lassie, we don’t normally ask each other such pointed questions. We all got our share of blows in this life and we don’t always want to be reminded of them.”

“Oh.”

“No, no lass!” Scotty said quickly at the expression on her face. “Ye can ask me, I don’t mind. My lows weren’t the lowest here. Just take care of some of the others.”

“Ok,” Jaylah said softly.

“I ended up here because of a unicorn,” Scotty answered, turning back to the work in front of them.

“Oh. Wait- what?” Jaylah looked at him in confusion.

“Aye.” Scotty kept his eyes down, trying to keep his face blank.

“A unicorn?”

Scotty nodded.

“Montgomery Scotty…”

“Oh fine lass, I’ll tell you,” Scotty laughed. “I had a wee brother—”

“Had?” Jaylah asked as her eyes widened.

“Have, aye, sorry,” Scotty said quickly. “I don’t get to see him…” He shrugged. “We were a pair, always up to something. Finally we got in a wee bit too deep with the wrong people. We were forced to either produce an actual unicorn, or, well, no more Scott brothers.”

“What did you do?” Jaylah demanded. “Those aren’t real.”

Scotty let out a chuckle.

“We did what any pair of trouble-making brothers would do.”

“You made a fake one?”

“Oh nae lass. We did one better. We found a horse named Aon-adharcach.”

Scotty grinned at Jaylah’s blank look.

“It's unicorn in Gaelic. We rode it together through the town. Thought we were a pair of right smart ones. Fortunately the people we had wronged found it funny as well. And here I am.” Scotty smiled again at Jaylah, before turning back to his work, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Can ye hand me that?” he asked, pointing at a tool, before Jaylah could ask anything else.

Scotty had finished the work on the cart with Jaylah and then had gone off on his own. He needed time to settle himself and think. Or maybe try not to think. He hadn’t thought about his brother in a long time and the memories still hurt.

He wasn’t aware of how much time had passed until the smell of something delicious wafted by. Scotty looked up from where he was sitting on the far side of the tree at the creek to see McCoy standing next to him. In the doctor’s hand was a bowl. His bottle of good whisky was in the other.

“A unicorn huh?” McCoy smiled gently as he made himself comfortable on the ground next to Scotty. He handed the bowl over and produced a spoon from his shirt pocket. “You missed dinner and you should eat.”

“Thank you love,” Scotty said quietly as he accepted the meal.

“Eat and then if you want to talk we can. Or not,” McCoy said carefully. “I won’t push.”

They sat in silence as Scotty ate, shoulders pressed together. The creek murmured in front of them and a breeze ruffled Scotty’s hair. He set the bowl and spoon aside when he was done, then leaned against McCoy’s warm body even more.

“Ye told me about yer life before, it’s fair I tell mine,” he said quietly. McCoy didn’t say anything, just joined his hand with Scotty’s.

“I lost my wee brother because of it all.”

“I’m sor—”

“He’s alive,” Scotty said quickly. “At least as far as I know. I’ve nae heard from him in years.”

“You write to him?”

Scotty shook his head. “Cannae. The people we were in with… They’d know. After the unicorn trick I made a deal to keep Robbie safe. We were lucky they’d found that humorous.”

Scotty’s head fell to his chest, and he let his memories swirl around him again.

“They wouldn't hurt Robbie and would make sure he stayed safe, on two conditions. One was he had to leave Aberdeen. It was the only home we knew, but our parents were already gone, so…”

“What was the second?” McCoy asked gently.

Scotty closed his eyes tight against the tears forming.

“I had to leave Scotland and never see him again.” It came out as a faint whisper, and Scotty felt a tear slide down his face. McCoy’s arm went around his shoulders and pulled him closer.

“I went to London, but it wasn’t enough. The urge to go back was too strong,” he continued. “So I worked until I had enough to cross the ocean. But then I would spend each evening staring at the sea. I had to go further where I wouldn’t be tempted. Here I am.”

“Oh darlin’,” McCoy breathed. “Does he know? Why you left?”

Scotty nodded.

“He didn’t want me to. But they would have hurt him, killed him if I hadn’t.”

McCoy didn’t say anything else, he just held Scotty close, and Scotty was grateful for it.

#yeehawgust #day 21 an unconventional steed #star trek #montgomery scott #Jaylah #leonard mccoy #oops I made myself sad with this one #when the cactus blooms

[lily-in-thevalley]

Where Have You Gone in the New Year? Pt. 1

Set in the Au @i-should-be-doing-alright and myself lovingly call "the main timeline." You and Brian are getting ready for a small party your friends have put together for New Year's Eve (mostly just setting the stage and shedding a little light on things that have happened up to this point so the other parts of this story that come out later will make sense)

No warnings really besides some cursing, it's fluffy (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

I'm planning to have the second (more drama-y) part of this come out on New Years so hehehe (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) enjoy this little bit.

Also, as always, I'm posting this while barely awake so please gently acknowledge any spelling errors so I can fix them (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

“Brian!” Your excited giggle rang out across the entire flat from your bedroom. From their seats in the kitchen Roger, John, and Freddie knew there was only one thing that could’ve made you shriek like that.

“God they’re already getting sappy, it’s not even ten in the morning and they’re giggling like school children.” Freddie’s annoyed tone hardly came out, but on mornings where you and Brian were being particularly squirrelly before he’d gotten to wake up, you found that tone directed towards you.

“It’d be one thing if they were actually together. You know? If they had a reason to have their hands all over each other or whatever but they’re ‘just friends’” As John spoke the last few words Freddie rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, ‘just friends’ don’t kiss and insist on sleeping together…Or promise their virginity to each other” He took an elongated sip to let the giggles coming from your room drive his point home. "And they don’t sound like that behind closed doors.” The three of them looked up as your bedroom door opened, all looking simultaneously like deer in headlights, and very annoyed.

“Enjoying our morning are we?” John’s sarcasm went unnoticed by you and Brian. The two of you were filled with too much excitement, considering it was nearly ten in the morning, to care. Brian answered with his sleepy yet happy smile.

“Yeah, it took us a while to really wake up,” he kissed your cheek gently “They didn’t sleep the best last night so we slept late.” As Bri sat to talk with the boys about a gig, your gaze was fixated to him. It’s not that you were spacing out as you were prone to do, it was merely the way the sun was catching his untamed curls was mesmerising. For too long, in your very strong opinion, had Brian tortured his hair with a flat iron. It was only in the wee hours of the morning before he subjected his curls to unbearable heat did you get to appreciate them. When Brian stood back up you snapped out of your little staring fit.

“I think I’m gonna go for a shower. (Y/n), care to join me?” At his question your eyes lit up, Freddie and John shared an eye roll, and Roger pretending to gag into his breakfast. This time, you felt their teasing reactions as a pang of hurt.

“What’s so wrong about that? We shower together a lot. Brian can hardly wash his own hair without making it a mess and it saves money on the water bill.” You felt a bit defensive, and you thought, rightfully so. Neither you or Brian saw anything worth fussing over when it came to showering together.

“Oh nothing dear, if you two refuse to be a couple and then act exactly like a couple that’s totally ok by me.” With that, Freddie took his opportunity to head back to his room, “I just thought you two might like to tie the knot before getting so domestic with each other.” After Freddie, John saw it as his chance to retreat. It was Roger who really dug his nails in the deepest though. Perhaps it was just because of your unique friendship with Brian, but the simple poke at you hurt more than what the others usually said.

“Just don’t fuck in the shower yeah? I know you two are…planning whatever you’re planning but other people still have to go in there.” That was the bit that turned you sour. The constant insinuation that you and Brian were having sex every minute you had alone, when in reality, you two promised to make your first time special. Years and years now were put into the pact you two made at the ripe age of seventeen, a pact that you two would save yourselves for each other until the time felt right. When you ran into Brian again at university you hardly expected him to remember, but he was the first to bring it up a little over a year ago.

***

You had Brian sat up on the edge of your bed, feeling incredibly lucky that he agreed to pose for your art project. He’d been posed for nearly half an hour and had started shifting a bit in his spot.

“Let’s take a break Bri, I’m getting hungry,” choosing not to let him make a retort about having to figure out how to replicate the pose, you stood up and reached for his hand “We can use the drawing to get you posed again later.” Brian didn’t need to be told twice, instead of taking your hand however he layed back on your bed. His hands flew up and made a grabby motion, something you two made use of to say you wanted to cuddle without having to say it. Very happily you curled up on top of him, without a doubt, your favourite way to cuddle with Brian. From that spot you could easily listen to his heart beat. The same heart beat that seemed to be racing as the seconds ticked by.

"Hey um…angel?" If his heart didn't tell you he was nervous the slight waver to his voice did.

"Yeah love, what's up?" you paused to stroke his chest, hoping to give him some confidence. Instead though, you filled his stomach with even more butterflies.

"Do you…hm" Brian was having trouble choosing his words.

"Brimi love, don't worry about the right words" with a little smile you looked up at him.

"Remember when we were kids? Well, when we were teen-agers?" Again he spoke without an ounce of certainty. "That time when um…heh, we were trying- experimenting rather…and my father walked in?" Both of you felt your cheeks warm up and go pink. You *did* remember when you were younger and experimenting together. Most of all, you remembered the shocked, traumatised, embarrassed, and slightly angry look on Harold May's face when he caught you both seconds away from actually having sex. Suddenly understanding his nervousness, you nodded.

"Um, yeah love. I remember that whole… thing. Why do you ask?" For the moment between your question and his answer your heart beat matched his. Honestly, you thought he was going to ask you to try something like that again now that (as you assumed) he was more experienced.

"Because I uh-" he chuckled nervously "I was wondering if you remembered the pact we made after that. The one regarding our… first times you know?" If you had thought that your cheeks were warm before they were burning red now. Here you were, laying on Brian's chest, and he was asking if you remembered that you two wanted to share your first time together.

"I- I remember it brimi," in a more hushed tone you added "I um… still haven't had my first because of it. Along with some other reasons but-... Why are you asking me all of this?" Brian spoke quickly, as though he couldn't get the words out fast enough for fear of not getting to say them before offending you by mistake.

"Because I've kept up my end of the deal and- not that I'm saying you haven't or that I expected you to I mean- you and I didn't see each other for years and- what I'm trying to say is um- well I'm saying," he took a deep breath "I still want us to have that moment together" the poor boy's blush had taken over his whole face, making it hard for you not to smile. Very carefully (to be mindful of the little curls that started to break free from their straightened prison) you ran your hand through Brian's hair to sooth him.

"Brian," nervousness overtook the hint of excitement on Brian's face at that before you finished your sentence. "I'm so happy you brought it up." A soft smile snuck into your face while he looked dumbfounded.

"What? You are?" He sounded as confused as he looked, which sent an odd feeling of giddiness through your body.

"Of course I'm happy! I wanted to ask about it but well- I figured you might've moved on and found it childish."

"I thought you might have moved on- (y/n) I-" the both of you shared a giggle, "I'm not good looking enough for anyone to want me like that." That earned a sharp poke at Brian's chest.

"Hey now! Yes you are!" In retaliation of your poke, Brian lashed out and tickled your sides, resulting in a full on giggle fit that had you both breathless by the end of it.

***

Now, on New Year's Eve morning the conversation was far from your mind. After the boys had gotten their teasing out you and Brian went for a shower together. A moment that, no matter the circumstances, calmed both of you right down. You both could be in the worst mood that had you spiralling throughout the day but if either of you suggested a shower together it was all fine. Something, you suspected, could be accredited to your undying love and adoration for Brian. And something, he suspected, had something to do with his undoubted and unwavering infatuation and love for you.

Of course, neither of you knew the other felt this way. When you found yourselves together under the warm water of the shower however, it felt like it didn't need saying. In those short fifteen minutes before the water heater gave out on you, you felt closer than anything. Neither of you would say anything either if your hand lingered a bit too long on his shoulder. And neither of you saw fit to say anything if you found his smile directed towards his hand gently massaging soap into your hip. It was all just part of being such close friends.

While you were getting dressed Brian sat on the bed, a question wandering to the front of his mind.

"What do you think you'll wear to Freddie's little party tonight?"

"Oh- I'm not sure yet love. What do you think?" A subtle (yet blatant) way to ask him what he wanted to see you in. A little purr hummed in Brian's chest while he thought.

"Maybeee… that nice pant suit you got? The one that's blue with the cream pinstripes?" Immediately you knew exactly the one he was talking about. Brian, Roger, John, and Freddie had gotten together to get it for your birthday. Of course, this was after fighting for a week over what to get you and Brian telling them that you were eyeing the suit in a shop window. Quickly you pulled it out of your wardrobe.

"This one yeah?" It'd have to hang up for a while longer, seeing as it was still early in the morning. That didn't stop you from holding it over your current, more casual, and relaxed outfit.

If Brian were honest with himself, he didn't care what you chose to wear. Not out of apathy, but because he genuinely thought you were stunning no matter what you wore at any given moment. Instead of explaining this to you, he gave you a smile.

"That's the one. Or whatever you want really." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Why thank you Brian, I think I'll go with this though." With that, you put the outfit back to hang in your wardrobe and kissed Brian's cheek on the way out of your room.

While there was a lingering anxiety over having to attend Freddie's party, you knew Brian would be there. There was always comfort to be found in his presence. You could say he was the lingering cure to your lingering anxiety, and today there was no exception to that.

Throughout the day, when you found yourself thinking too much about what might happen that night, he would take your mind off of it. When you were worrying yourself into an upset stomach (for hours after you were informed that Mary, Brian's former girlfriend and Freddie's current girlfriend, intended to be there) Brian curled up with you on the sofa and cuddled away your nerves. After a while, his comforting presence convinced you that, yes, you could still go and have fun if she was there. You could celebrate the new year with your friends even if people you didn't particularly like were there.

That night, with your hand in Brian's on the way down the road to the pub where everyone was at, you were certain. You could have a good time that night, and it was exactly what you intended to do.

[lingering-42-long]

I’ll be home for Christmas pt2.

Part 2 of the I’ll Be Home For Christmas series. This one is shorter, I wanted to capture the everyday life that goes on when your loved ones are away. I think this is an overlooked issue some writers forget. It may be a bit boring but it does show the domestic side to things. Fell free to leave me feedback or requests! I love doing them and they make my day!

Warnings: none

Summary: A snippet of the in between part. 1 and part 3

Finding the perfect Christmas tree, wrapping presents and decorating the house for Christmas should have been a fun experience for (y/n), but truth be told, she deeply missed her Scot’s man. Johnny was away serving his country and it was only a week till Christmas. (Y/n) was beginning to wonder if he would be able to come home. She hadn’t heard anything from him, since he left five weeks ago. Thankfully, she was not alone. Johnny’s parents and cousins came and help make the holidays more inviting for her.

Right now (y/n) was sitting in the living room with Johnny’s mom as the two were wrapping last minute gifts. The tv in the background was playing A Christmas Carol, the one with Patrick Steward as Scrooge. The fireplace had a nice little fire going. Johnny’s mom, Eilidh, talked about how Johnny was in his youth, occasionally showing pictures of him playing on the football (soccer) team as a goalie. Keith, Johnny’s dad, came in and undressed out of his winter gear. Johnny was a spit image of his father, who was just as fit and good looking as Johnny, though older, adorning the crows feet around his eyes and the aging on his hands, and did not possess the same short, military mohawk that his son wore.

“Hello loves!” He called out. Eilidh stood up and kissed Keith. “Hello love! Did you get the mail?” She asked.

“Sure did. Nothin’ much but ther’ is en letter fer ye Lass.” Keith held a letter to (y/n), who jumped up and took it carefully. She opened it and quietly read it to herself.

To my dearest,

She rolled her eyes. He was always so cheesy when writing letters.

I have missed you so so so much these last few weeks. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten the time to write to you sooner. Work has me pinned down and it’s killing me. I do lie awake every night wondering how you are doing. I know this is a stressful time, I’m sorry. I wish I was there to help you. I’m assuming your with the family? I know mum and dad really love you. Mums probably telling embarrassing stories and dad is watching tv or making coffee. I can picture it. Is Christie there? I miss her and her wee youngens.

He was referring to one of his close cousins and her three kids.

Will we ever have kids? Crazy thing to think I know, I wonder at night.

I miss you all. More so than usual. I miss you the most. I want to be back with you for the holidays. I don’t know if I will be able to make it for Christmas. We are pushing hard but it’s taking forever. I promise I will be home as soon as I can. I miss you my Bonnie Lass. I think ghost is starting to get tired of me talking about you in front of him.

Ghost,Simon Riley, The lieutenant that Johnny had befriended. You had noted that he was a pretty quiet man and prefer to keep to himself. It was a nice surprise to know that Johnny had befriended somebody so… reclusive.

Anyways, I have to go to bed, we are leaving to a new place. I love you my Lass. Please don’t forget that.

Love,

Johnny

Tears pricked (y/n)‘s eyes. Usually Johnny would write long 3 to 5 pages worth of material or send small notes throughout the week. For him to be this tired and this overworked The only send a small note, made her heart sad for him. She could tell by his writing, that he was incredibly tired and he was missing his family. Eilidh saw her crying and came over to comfort (y/n)

“There there.” She hugged her. “It’s ok. Did he say he would make it?” She asked.

“No. He didn’t know.” (Y/n) sniffed

“Oh. That’s sad. So it is…. But you know he loves you and he knows your safe with us. That makes it all the worthwhile.” Eilidh tried to lighten up the mood. (Y/n) nodded and put the letter down. Johnny would not have wanted her to feel sad on a special holiday like this.

Later that night (Y/n) was finishing the last gift wrapping. Keith was the only one up as he was watching football on the tv. “Ah Lass its getten’ late. You sure need to be asleep.” He looked at the time.

(Y/n) glanced at the clock as well. Sure enough the clock showed that it was 11:35pm. “I know.” She sighed. “I’m just worried about Johnny…”

“Ah Lass. Don’t be worried. Johnny is a strong man. He will be ok” Keith turned off the tv. “Tomorrow is a big day. Why dont ye tackle it then?” He jestered to the decorations (y/n) was working on.

“Ok” I smiled.

Keith headed upstairs as (y/n) cleaned up her mess. She looked at her phone, expecting a call or a text, but nothing happened, as usual. It was really disheartening. She left the porch light on, Just in case Johnny came driving down the road. It was never chain locked when he was away. (Y/n) sat waiting for someone who she knew wouldn’t come tonight, or tomorrow, or the next day. Yet, she waited. The song ‘I’ll be home for Christmas’ sang in her head as she stared up at the stars, wondering if her Sargent was safe and well, She hoped he was. She wasn’t the only one missing her partner on this day.

Johnny laid on his cot in his makeshift tent thinking about his girl. He missed her so much, he didn’t think his heart could take it much more. But duty calls and he did love the thrill. It was a toxic thing he had gotten into, and the fact that he wanted to settle down and marry… he was starting to second guess himself. Not his love for (y/n), Never, but about what he perceived on what his life was meant to be like. His head and heart hurt.

Johnny looked outside and stared at the night sky. He wondered if she was sleeping ok, if she was eating fine. If she was having fun, if she was missing him. He remembered the song ‘I’ll be home for Christmas’. How fitting. A song for a World War 2 soldier missing home, now Johnny was missing his girl. He knew it would not be long before he saw her but it still drained him knowing that he was away from all the festivities. ‘I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.’ Johnny thought as he closed his eyes and went into a dreamless sleep.

#john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #cod x you #cod x reader #x reader #fluff #soap x reader #part 2 of 3

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 619

McCoy

McCoy pulled Scotty closer in the bed and snuggled in, tucking his face into Scotty’s chest. The room was cool around them and the Scotsman was warm. A shiver of contentment went down McCoy’s spine. He felt Scotty’s chest move in a laugh.

“Don’t ye want to get up?”

McCoy shook his head against Scotty. He just wanted to hold him close for a while, breathe him in, and enjoy some peaceful time together. He knew the rest of the day would be lively with their two families celebrating the holidays. Just for a bit he wanted the quiet of them together.

“Not yet,” McCoy whispered.

“Ok.”

Scotty held him tight, and ran a hand over McCoy’s hair. The prince’s eyes closed and he let out a contented sigh. Every morning should be this good.

McCoy didn’t know how much time had passed, he was too comfortable. Finally though, he lifted his head from where he had tucked it. Looking up he saw Scotty’s eyes open up.

“Did you fall asleep?” McCoy asked, slight smirk on his lips.

“No,” Scotty said. “Just relaxed.”

“Me too.”

“Ye ready to get up now?”

“Maybe.” McCoy moved away from Scotty and stretched out his body, with a yawn. “What do you do at home?”

Scotty gave him a puzzled look.

“In the morning, on Christmas. Do you eat then do presents or presents then breakfast?”

“Oh. When we were wee lads Robbie and I would try to beat each other to the tree to get presents. Now we’re bigger, we usually wait until everyone is up. Presents, then breakfast.”

“We always did breakfast first, so any of the staff who volunteered to work could get home to their families sooner.”

“Do ye cook dinner then?” Scotty grinned.

“No,” McCoy poked his finger at him playfully. “Most of it was prepared and cooked yesterday. It just needs to be warmed and that.”

“I like that,” Scotty said.

“I do too. Just because we’re royal doesn’t mean we should keep others from their loved ones.”

Scotty nodded his agreement. “It’d be nice if more people thought that way.”

A few moments passed in silence, until Scotty’s stomach grumbled. Both boys laughed.

“Guess it is time for breakfast then. Presents can wait,” Scotty said, pushing back the covers.

McCoy reached for his wrist as Scotty began to move from the bed.

“What love?”

“I—” McCoy’s stomach twisted. “I really wanted to get you something special, but, I just…” McCoy shrugged his shoulders and dropped his eyes. “I just never could think of the perfect thing,” he finished quietly.

“Oh Len—”

“I really tried and- and I’m embarrassed. I feel like I should know you better and give you the best gifts.”

Scotty moved back close to him.

“I don’t know what more I could give you than that I love you with my whole heart. I wanted something perfect—”

“Ye do know me best,” Scotty said.

“I’ve got presents for you of course, but I just couldn’t get that *one.* That something truly special. And, well, I’m sorry for that Scotty.”

“Oh mo ghràdh. Don’t be sorry. I’ve got ye don’t I?”

“But—”

“No. No ‘buts’ Len. We’ve got each other and that’s the greatest present I could ever get.” Scotty smiled at him gently.

“Ok,” McCoy said slowly. “I tried—”

“I’m sure ye did, love. But don’t worry over it.”

McCoy nodded again, though he still felt a pang that he could have done better.

“I think I have a first gift for ye right here,” Scotty said with a twinkle in his eye as he looked around.

“You do?” McCoy looked around the bed for where Scotty could have hidden something. Before he had finished glancing around Scotty’s hands cupped his face and brought their mouths together.

McCoy held in a laugh as he pressed into the kiss.

“I like that present,” he said a moment later. “I’m sure I hid some gifts like that around here too.” McCoy smiled brightly at his fiancé.

Part 620

Scotty

Reluctantly, the couple managed to get up from the warm bed and get dressed. Actually, Scotty was accustomed from home to have breakfast and to give gifts in pajamas, but here in the palace it just didn't seem appropriate to him.

They made their way down the stairs and could already hear the voices of their family from the dining room. A smile stretched across Scotty's lips as he heard his mother's laughter. She was so happy. And that was really important to him.

"Good morning, Merry Christmas!"

The others' heads spun around and Leah just grinned.

"Oh, did you guys finally fall out of bed?" she asked with a meaningful look and Leonard rolled his eyes.

"Like you've been up that much longer," the prince replied with a nod to Robbie. The younger Scott brother's hair was still very disheveled and he immediately blushed.

"Even today you can't refrain from your teasing, can you?"

Eleanor stood up and walked over to her son and Scotty, wrapping them both in her arms.

"Merry Christmas, my dears."

More hugs followed, and after a happy breakfast, everyone went into the great living room together.

Scotty's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the many presents under the huge, decorated Christmas tree.

He had never seen such a big mountain before. So many colorful packages. It was unbelievable!

"Well then, pick out your presents."

The young members of the families didn't need to be told twice. Even though they were all grown up by now, at that moment the little child in them came out again.

Gifts were torn open, shown to each other, marveled at together.

Everyone had gotten something for everyone, so that a large pile arose for all.

Leah hugged Robbie enthusiastically as she opened one of his gifts. It was a complete matching set of earrings and a bracelet that went with the necklace.

"With a location feature," Robbie said, pointing to the bracelet. Apparently he wanted to make sure they could always find each other in an emergency, because he had rebuilt the same new bracelet for himself.

Leah had a voucher for Robbie to visit a shipyard where the newest ships were designed and built.

Both very special gifts.

And Scotty, sitting a little to the side with Leonard, finally had to admit what he had wanted to tell his fiancé before.

"I... I've thought about it for so long, but... I don't have anything special for ye either," he admitted, his eyes averted to the side. It wasn't until Leonard grabbed his hand that he looked at him.

"You were right, leannan. That we have each other is the greatest gift possible."

A smile stretched across the lips of the two young men and with a long kiss they sealed their words.

They only let go of each other, when Scotty heard his mother's exclamation.

"Oh, the Yule bread!"

Francine quickly jumped up from her chair and ran out of the room, only to return a short time later with a whole lot of bread.

The Georgiarians looked at her in surprise as she gave them each a loaf.

"What's this?" asked Dr. Boyce. He, too, was apparently part of the royal family in some way.

"It's a Scottish tradition that everyone in the family gets their own Yule loaf. There's a wee trinket hidden in one. Whoever finds it will have a year ahead of them filled with good fortune," Alasdair explained, and David, sitting next to him, examined the loaf in his hand.

"I'm curious then."

Everyone went at their bread and Scotty laughed out loud when he saw Leonard's face suddenly contort.

Only a moment later he pulled something silver out of his mouth and laughed triumphantly as well.

"I got it! I got it!" he shouted with his mouth full.

"Well now, that's a surprise," Francine said, glancing at Granddad, who probably couldn't believe it. Still, he smiled softly.

"Well... I guess it's time for the luck to pass on to the younger generation."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Last night a tree fell in a storm, taking out two smaller trees that were thick with vines. The whole tangled mess came down, completely blocking the way to get out back, which meant to feed Ryoga I had to scramble through a jungle of an overgrown area and go way, way around.

I spent hours and hours, cutting with clippers and a handsaw. This was made tricker with one of the trees not falling but hanging in the tangle. A wee bit dangerous and involving careful cutting. On the plus side I just ( by like five minutes) did manage to make a tunnel through it all in time to get the wood shavings in the animal houses before it was fully dark.

So I go in, eager to flop and maybe watch a movie (I really should work on Mom’s gift and that letter I have to add to one of the Christmas cards)

There had been a message about a problem with my debit card. Okay, not the card but my funds. So I needed to frantically needed to do something, mainly a scramble for $50 and a transfer…

Oh, my internet was out. Of course.

A half hour of work my internet was back, albeit half speed and no images loading. I just needed to go to the website and…

The ipad won’t work.

Ok, to the computer!

Which is now so out of memory it didn’t want to work. I’d need to delete MORE of my photos in a frenzy, completely unable to see what they are since it hadn’t the memory to show me.

OK, crisis averted, well, except for the $50 I now need to find for the place I moved it from….But that can be tomorrow. I can just eat my cold leftovers (microwave doesn’t work and I am too tired and sore to wait around for the oven) and watch a movie…

Recently I foolishly let my tv know about the internet, in an attempt to use it to stream Disney + when I got it to watch Doctor Who. This did NOT work (yeah, it’s pre D+, but you’d think it would be updatable) , nor did trying to get my ipad to “talk” to the tv. But now every time I turn it on I have to manually disable the internet stuff, because the system couldn’t be rebooted without a PIN that I assume came with the tv but has been lost). If I don’t writing appears across the screen demanding I either finish setting it up for a “service” that monitors your viewing to “help” you find stuff (HELL NO!) or disable it (but only until the next time). This should just take….

Oh, great. Turns out you can’t disable it without internet access, and my wonky internet isn’t good enough for it to consider me connected. I can’t even watch a DVD without researching how to get my tv to act like a good old fashioned tv attached to a player.

**sigh**

At least I had a pleasant 2hr break from aggravations in the middle of the day while I talked to/read** to Mom over the phone.

**Still on Going Postal. Mom, the Terry Pratchett fangirl (80+ years old is still a girl!), was also a post master (as was my grandmother, and grandfather, and Pop was a clerk for a while!) so we are having a little extra fun with this one. Seriously, I mean, it’s like every time we watched Miracle on 34th Street. Certain depictions of postal work, either reminding her of her old devotion to her work (we actually made Christmas morning deliveries a couple times, just in case they were gifts) or the reasons she was very glad to finally retire (you do not want to hear about all that, besides, the structure of the system might be different.) I dunno what book I will read to her next, but I know there will be one.

#my day #tired #busy #stressed #if only I could finish Mom’s gift #I made two attempts and both went wrong #but maybe painting will help #if I ever get this crumbly old sculpey to let me finish the legs!

[luasworkshop]

Sleepy prompts: 33 for Jinana-Evander, 19 for Aleis-Lua :3

Jinana-Evander is Here

Aleis has always been a night-owl. They fare best when they rise late in the morning and work until the wee hours. Lua is quite the opposite, despite their protestations otherwise. While they can be energized in the right situations working late or at an event, on a regular day, they wake early and head to bed not very long after it’s dark. Asra calls them ‘grandpa-kin’ at times to tweak their nose.

It’s a relatively quiet night, Aleis and Lua have the house to themselves, peacefully working on their own projects. Or relatively peacefully - there have been an increasing string of irritated huffs and quiet swearing from Lua’s desk as the hour gets later and later. Aleis doesn't pay them much mind, Lua doesn't make these noises to communicate – it’s just the nature of making things at times.

But as those noises start getting interspersed with yawns, Aleis offers a quiet “Bedtime, Lu?”

“Mmh, no.” They say, waving it off.

Aleis shrugs and lets it pass for now.

Another hour later and Lua is hunched close to their work, the swearing almost like breathing at this point. Aleis inquires again and gets a much more curt “No.”

“You sure?”

“I’m going to finish this.”

“You’re getting exhausted, Lu. I think you should go to bed.”

Lua, frazzled, glares wild-eyed.

“You DEFINITELY should go to bed.” Says Aleis, tone getting much less kind.

Lua sags a little, irritation shifting to a more pleading look. “Just… just a bit longer. It’s close.”

“I mean I won’t make you, but I do think you’re past the point of good decision making.”

Lua huffs but doesn't move from their desk, returning to the intricate clockwork in front of them. “Just… when I hit a good stopping point… please.”

“You don’t need my permission but alright.” Aleis is already braced for the inevitable meltdown from their partner. It’s just a question of when now.

Lua fares well a little longer, but when they go to get up to get a glass of water from the kitchen (following some sort of a small snap of something metal breaking and a particularly pointed hiss of frustration), they stumble out of their chair. In a minute there’s a small crash from the kitchen and a wailed “FUCK.”

“Are you ok?”

There is a sniffle around the edge of Lua’s voice, and the thumping of frustrated cleaning “I’m FINE.”

“Did you break a mug?”

“I’m so fucking clumsy!” They yell, tinged with the start of tears.

“You’re exhausted, Lua. Stop fighting it. You need sleep.”

There’s a second small crash – Lua throwing something hard as they clean. “It was the green one I liked too.” There’s genuine distress in their voice. It’s too late, and everything is far too much.

Aleis recognizes the tone – this is less of meltdown and more of a breakdown. “Lua, love, it’s fine. You’re fine. Let’s go to bed.”

Lua, finally, gives in, voice a bit broken from frustration tears “Let me clean this up first.”

“Of course Lu, you know we can magic it back together, yeah?”

“Yeah. But I’m not any good at that spell.”

“It’s fine, just leave it for morning. Asra or I can help.”

There’s no response from the kitchen.

“Lua?”

“Y...eah. Yes. Ok.”

Aleis gets up from their desk, joining Lua in the kitchen, hugging them from behind. They’re hunched over the sink, trying to calm down. They know they “shouldn't” get upset over such little things, but it’s harder when they’re tired. So much harder.

“Aw, it’s a clean break and only a couple pieces, it’ll fix ok.” Says Aleis, seeing the little pile of broken pieces next to the sink.

Lua nods, still hanging in frustration and increasing embarrassment.

Aleis kisses them on the cheek. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”

They do chuckle “Sorry, Aleis. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. It’s ok. Just for fucks sake go to bed.”

“I’m going, I’m going, let me get some water first.”

Aleis, reaching around them, turns on the tap, and gently levitates some water for them. For a storm mage, manipulation of water is easy, for Lua, despite their love of water, remembering to solve problems with magic never seems to come first. But they do accept this, drinking what’s offered before turning around to peck Aleis on the lips. “Bed, then.”

#Aleis #Lua #My Writing #Thank you again :3 #Looks like I'll get to these at about one a day #so the others will be soon #Yes Lua is slightly a dumbass and a pain in the ass #They don't mean harm #they're just not very in tune with themselves #sleepy prompt