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faorism · 2 years

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[very long post featuring a food truck turned tattoo ot3 au with mentions of former gang involvement, paying off loans, and carceral system including parole]

toby, instead of a cooking school for kids, works with incarcerated people and recent parolees. eliot has history with bike gangs and didnt snitch on anyone, but he always kept clean; they could never pin anything on him except some low level nonviolent crimes. eliot went through the program while doing time. he had a little bit of savings he kept aside, plus what he made working with toby after getting out. he got a dinky used food truck with all he had.

because the truck was bought rundown but cheap, he needs to take it in a lot to the shop closest to his mcsweetens. the best mechanic they have for a truck like that is parker. when she meets eliot, she squints and asks, hey dont i know you? and eliot flips through his mental rolodex and places her: sterling your parole officer too? which shes like oh yeah! that guy sucks right? so, about your truck blah blah. (she has had a hard life, in and out of juvie and foster care growing up for general nonviolent thievery. sterling nearly had a blood vessel burst in his forehead when she told him she got a job at a mechanics shop; she just smirked at him and said that her carjacking days were when she was a minor and hence, sealed.)

eliot puts out good food consistently until eventually, he gets traction and then he gets included on a show like diners, drive-ins and dives. his food truck gets HOT to the point that he can expand to a second truck, which parker offers to help him shop for it so he doesnt end up with another clunker. eliot is like, isnt that bad for business? and parker gives him a look and thats how eliot knows its real friendship between them. he may also kinda sorta maybe be attracted to her, but hes desperate for friends and also eventually she mentions having a guy in her life, so eliot doesnt bother.

then, a few years in, it may be ambitious with two (very busy!) trucks already out, but toby is willing to put in seed money for eliot to open up a brick and mortar, where eliot can have more freedom to experiment with his menu. eliot takes him on even as parker complains that he should replace his first truck first.

her suggestion comes back to haunt eliot when the truck dies right after hes signed the lease for the building. he feels DOOM but parker suggests that he can save on interior design by using the old truck parts for decoration. for all the years of steady customer devotion, she will chop it up for just the cost of materials and even that will be at retail price. which. feels like love really really deep camaraderie right there! (i think nate and sophie are used car salespeople who also have the side hustle of selling used parts, so they are parkers source for fixing the truck plus who she brings eliot to for the second truck)

it's a big expense to replace the truck and start up the business at once, but... eliot had a vision. he takes on loans which gives him a lot of anxiety, but its okay! his businesses continue to be successful, he can make his payments, and overall, he feels settled financially. so while not everything is smooth sailing, he's just really proud of what he's done and he wants to maybe have that reflected with how he relates to his body maybe. so. to celebrate paying off one of the loans and/or hitting an important anniversary of some kind, he wants to confront the fact that hes been wearing long sleeves since hes turned his life around because he has tats from his gang and prison days. it fits a marketable aesthetic, but he wants to move on.

he knows parker has a few tattoos of various quality: random things like a herseys bar and toucan sam. but her newer ones she's got since hes known her are very good, including a stuffed bunny toy on her thigh and (lately) her favorite tools down her back. he asks for who did, and she excitedly sends him to nana divine's tattoo parlor and piercing.

looking through the artists at nana's, he comes across a photo that stops him dead. its a gorgeous photo of sleeves: from the shoulders, citrus spills looking so plump and ready to eat in vibrant yellows, reds, whites, and greens on black skin. the fruit and leaves transform into circuit boards at the person's wrists. (alec, btw, has plans for an elaborate fandom space themed back piece; he has the outline for the enterprise already. also, on his legs he gets flashes by favorite artists plus newbies at nana's parlor who need to work on people flesh)

eliot sees that while the artist he was looking at (an alec hardison) didnt tattoo those specific tattoos, he did design them for himself. they... are gorgeous. and they inspire eliot like nothing else hes seen, and alec has done similarly thoughtful designs on light skin as well, so he's versatile. he says hes willing to do cover ups AND he prefers to work on large pieces/collections, and eliot is like yes. okay. okay. perfect.

eliot makes an appointment with alec, who is just so friendly and nice. hes younger than eliot expected considering his skill, but alec has been around nana's so long as her foster kid that he's moved past apprentice early. eliot talks about himself, more than he usually does with strangers. says how he is now a chef, and he wants to get vegetables and herbs, maybe some kitchenware or even truck/engine stuff if alec needs filler.

eliot says he is thinking just the arms and upper chest and shoulders since thats the most people see, since he wants to wear tank tops. he wants alec to plan it all at once.

(alec during this first meeting is straight with him: i dont recognize a lot of these, maybe cuz youre from way out of town. I won't refuse taking you on for this, but I need to know now if any of these support fascism or white nationalism. eliot sputters absolutely not, man. the fuck. which is nice! for sure!)

this is a dream scenario for alec, who is in love with the idea and likes the challenge of including coverups as part of the plan. he works not only with eliot for reference shots, but with parker. (parker, who he met because she has gotten her recent pieces from nana and who he has settled into a FWB situation, which slowly slowly slowly is progressing into Friends With Romance as parker warms up to him at a measured pace. parker helps with the engine stuff obviously. parker is very excited to work on something for eliot, who is happy to have her involved too.)

alec gets super into drawing the map for eliot. and then during his spare time, just.... keeps going on his tablet. he makes a separate copy of the file and just doodles the rest of what would be eliots chest and his back and down to his upper thighs,, and while alec's on the legs might as well keep going. it's a masterpiece that would take years and a fuck ton of money to complete. but obviously alec would definitely not show this because that's not fair and not what eliot asked for. this is just for alec.

when alec and eliot are doing a sit down to discuss the draft on alecs tablet, eliot is like wow. fuck this is. amazing. he asks if alec can print out a copy since he's more of a paper guy, so alec calls over shop grunt bre to print it out. hes like, theres the one that's flat and a separate file that's warped to a body, make sure to get both. when she comes back and hands eliot the paper, he goes silent.

and alec is like something wrong? and eliot turns the paper over to reveal that bre accidentally printed out alecs doodles for a full body map. its... honestly, a masterpiece. there would be a garlic braid down eliots spine. across the chest would be a "statement necklace" of chefs knives. his arms carry a bounty greens that he uses for his main recipes. theres the hint of machinery but also brick peeking out from strategic places, and its just beautiful.

alec is so absolutely embarrassed and guilty and he apologizes so hard. but eliot is like. so. i'll pay you for the full design hours. ill need to work out a budget thatll be extended over time so obviously no way this can be right away, even if we could fit it all in quickly with your schedule. you should probably make sure the design works with the rest of my tats but.... fuck man, eventually i want this all. i never would have thought to ask for this but... you have time to walk me thru it all? i can come in again if... alec is like omg yes.

eliot and alec spend a lot of time together. parker, knowing her two favorite people are together, join them when she can to hang out. eventually, eliot just starts asking parker when she's free to make sure if he has a session, she can join. alec makes a group chat for coordinating that quickly becomes chaos, memes, and begging eliot to come over to alecs to cook for them before they die of scurvy.

and as i said, eliot realizes two or three years like, fuck, i... i... really like this person @ parker. he wishes it was just wanting to have sex with her but nope, he's all i wanna kiss her and cook her breakfast. BUT he values their friendship too much to follow up on those feelings. and then he meets alec, and then he meets alec and parker, and eliot spends all this time with them, and eliot falls deep. plus, he doesnt want to make alec uncomfortable with his attraction to either him or parker, so eliot just tries to bundle it all up.

but theres only so much they can play themselves. i am not sure of the exact moment things tumble over for the three, but they do. they do, and they confess. parker makes sure to tell eliot that duh, of course she wanted him. like:

parker: okay but I clearly came onto you like. Years One and Four and you just weren't interested

eliot: ....what. no.

parker: yes i did

eliot: no, you didn't

alec: i distinctly remember her checking in around that time your two's Year Four about potential open relationship stuff if there was someone she really really liked.

eliot: absolutely not

parker then reveals she had asked eliot what she should order from the food truck sometime in Year One, thinking it was a very clear sign of interest and trust, and Eliot got the trust part of it, and fed her something delicious and even created a dish after he bought the storefront that exactly suited her tastes, but no, no he did not detect """"interest"""" at that or any other time.

eliot, turning red: hey! that aint nothing! how was i supposed to know!

parker: it worked on hardison

alec: damn eliot you could have been in this (points between eliot and parker) and maybe eventually this (points between all three) years ago

parker: so sad you didnt read the very clear signs 😔

eliot: (lip twitch)

and they have fun and alec keeps working on eliots tats with parker chilling in the room. eventually, once alec is Finally Done, he brings eliot to tat conventions for awards/display, which he of course wins. by then they are all together to the point of basically being married so there's a bit of, Look At My Beautiful Babe Who I Love. (eliot cannot help but preen a little.)

eventually, eliot gets alec to sign his canvas with his initials plus parker's, since she helped and because Eliot Is Like That, and ill just let you guess where those ended up 👀

#eliot spencer #parker leverage #alec hardison #leverage #leverage ot3 #thiefsome #faorism headcanons #faorism writes fic #faorism work #maybe ill draw this one day

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catoscloves · 2 years

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tvd/to for the ask

tvd

favorite character: caroline forbes (honorable mentions: tyler, rebekah, & klaus)

least favorite character: the s*lvatore brothers (they're just so overrated :p) and al*ric

brOTP: klaus/rebekah/elijah, matt/bonnie, matt/tyler/jeremy, stefonnie, barolena in any variation, carenzo, denzo, bamon, defan i guess :/

OTP: to absolutely no one's surprise forwood, klaroline, steroline, also carenzo and rebekoline as wasted potential crackships. as for non-caroline characters (yes i show favoritism towards her oops): jeremy/anna, klayley, bamon, bonenzo, elejah, beklena, mabekah, matt/bonnie (you two deserved so much more), denzo, kennett, stefonnie, and klaus/bonnie.

OT3: sterowood, bamenzo, klefaroline, matt/rebekah/nadia, [whispers] jeremy/anna/vicki

NOTP: st*ferine, m*roline (although they did have gr8 platonic chemistry/friendship, i just hated when it turned romantic because of ~heteronormativity~ and the fact that being together made their romo relationship extremely stale and uninteresting), d*roline, d*lena, also probs KC at some point based on scenes i like to avoid romanticizing as a general rule

favorite storyline: beklena finding the cure together/elena's vampirism in general. also elejah and forwood's interactions in s2 the good old days, s6 dark!steroline (chef's kiss), s3 klaroline, klaus versus his hybrids, klefan going on a murdery road trip together (they are hizzie before hizzie was even hizzie goodbye), katherine and nadia reuniting before the writers ruined that, bamon and the prison world, bonnie + shane's interactions (dark!bonnie was so so close we could have had it all)...... for such a terrible show it gave so much material.

least favorite storyline: d*lena sirebond nonsense probs, caroline/andie being reduced to a blood bag, st*ferine in s5.

what I wish had happened but didn’t: abby actually working hard for her and bonnie to have a relationship, caroline hating on DE in s4 for the RIGHT REASONS and reminding elena of the fact that she did not "jump into bed" on the first date but was assaulted, elena being free of the [redacted] brothers and regaining agency in s4, sheila having more of a presence on the show (and replacing the s*lvabros/al*ric as PRIMARILY BONNIE'S CARETAKER because she would prioritize her granddaughter first, but also protecting the rest of the scooby doo gang as well she'd also teach bonnie to value her self worth and not allow them to step all over her), BONNIE BEING ALLOWED TO MOURN the same way her white friends were allowed to, a motivation for bonnie outside magic, more love interests for bonnie, bonnie/qetsiyah interaction, caroline having motivations/storylines outside of male love interests, at least half the characters on this show being queer, luke parker being allowed to actually date men, nora realizing her exgirlfriend took the side of valerie's abuser over valeria and that she can do better/dating bonnie, katherine and nadia exploring their mother-daughter relationship, the mikaelsons and bonnie securing some kind of alliance

what happened that I wish hadn’t: d*roline (do i need to explain), tyler!klaus (it could have been an opportunity for michael trevino to show off his acting skills the same way nina dobrev did by playing multiple characters in one body, but instead the writers just had to go there), the second KC biting scene (which was completely unnecessary/recyled idea and totally could have been handled differently), katherine pursuing stefan instead of prioritizing her daughter

the originals

favorite character: klaus mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson (i love literally every character on this show tbh)

least favorite character: mikael i guess? also greta and her supernatural n*zis

brOTP: klebeklijah, davina/cami, davina/hayley, haymille, haybekah, vincent/klaus, klavina is totally my platonic crackship sh

OTP: klayley, klamille, haybekah, haylijah, elijah/gia, elijah/aya, kolvina, klaus/aurora because i find the toxic patterns of their relationship hella entertaining

NOTP: uhm idk...... s5 haylijah i guess

favorite storyline: when klaus found out about rebekah's "betrayal" (i have a lot of thoughts about this arc and the acting in these eps was*chef's kiss*) and totally went off his rocker lmfao, cami becoming a vampire (which for some reason isn't really popular), klamille's slow burn development, haylijah's s1 chemistry and buildup (i lost interest after s2), the introduction of genevieve's character, hayley becoming a hybrid, gia's vampire transition, marcel putting klaus on "trial" after davina's death, lucien becoming a hybrid 2.0 (which is basically just an original on redbull lmfao, how does JP expect me to buy that there's something more powerful than the very first vampires on earth), kol and rebekah bodysnatching, freya reappearing as the Long Lost Sibling in s2

least favorite storyline: elijah's character regression in s5

what i wish had happened but didn't: klayley basically "adopting" davina in some sense; and i wanted cami to be dark!cami for a little while longer so klamille could parallel steroline. also klayley exchanging platonic gestures (klaus's hand on hayley's shoulder, her hand on his arm when she told him kindness=/= weakness) should definitely have been utilized more.

what happened that i wish hadn't: [stares into the distance mournfully] s5

#anna answers #anonymous

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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You're really good at writing imo. Are their any fanfic authors or any books you recommend that helped you improve your writing?

Thank you so much! That’s very kind!

And oh boy DO I

For years before I actually wrote anything I was a fanfic lurker and I read a lot. My last church choir job in the Before Times was during the final seasons of GoT and I read a lot of fic during the sermon. Which is just to say, that I think there are a lot of fic writers — both within and without the GG fandom that have influenced me and inspired me. I wouldn’t say anything has directly improved in an instructional sense, like “this is how you should write, yadidiyadda…” but reading a lot has let me learn by osmosis: what I like to see, what I don’t like to see, and a lot of it has inspired me, particular tropes and story premises and things like that, so! Let’s have some lists…

First, in the non-Gossip Girl category, there are writers in different fandoms whose works I think about a lot and really enjoy and kind of…look up to, if that makes sense. In the Shadowhunter Chronicles, the media that has had as much as an obsessive hold on my heart as GG, one might argue, I really admire @themimsyborogove and revisit her work often. And—we’re not mutuals so I’ll refrain from tagging bc I’m shy— ashesandhoney writes some awesome fic (and, if I may be so crass, they write very good smut—is it weird to cite a smut influence? Oh well, too late). TSC is a fandom that’s been racked with both a poor movie and poor TV adaptation, so finding fic that satisfies a books-truther just as myself is a tall order, but these two both are lovely (and Mimsy writes showfic too that I just know is wonderful bc she wrote it). And tsc & these writers opened me up to the magic of trying to write the ot3. I’ve used ashesandhoney’s herongraystairs fic as a frame of reference for writing d/b/n (not that the characters are the same, or the relationship dynamics between the three are the same, it’s more a…vibe thing? Like, how do you illustrate this love and how these three connect to each other?)

And in GoT I will never forget ashleyfanfic and justwanderingneverlost they made this amazing au where the Starks are prohibition bootleggers and it reads like an hbo miniseries hatfields and mccoys kind of epic and I think about it alllllll the time. And it is one fo the first aus that left an impact for being so out there when held up against the source material, but so inventive and grounded in the characters and I just think about it at least once a week. Also ashley’s pop star au fic is god tier and lived rent free in my mind for a loooooong time. Also a smutspiration.

In the same vein of aus I never could have imagined but took over my heart, welpthisishappening’s hockey au of OUAT. before these works I was pretty much a canon-compliant/canon-divergence only kind of fic reader, and these works and these writers got me to see outside of that view and gave me permission to imagine characters in worlds outside of their own, and how exciting that can be, and without that I definitely wouldn’t have written all that I have. And lastly, I have to give a shoutout to a writer of the other GG, MrsMess and their Gilmore Girls fic. Harvest Moon healed the wounds of the revival to me and is canon in my heart, and it’s so beautifully and thoughtfully written and how could I not be inspired by it?

And as for the dair fandom itself….god I mean pretty much everyone I’ve read has made me a better writer and made me want to write and keep writing. In the beginning of the dairaissance in mid 2020 the tag on ao3 was much smaller (I think we’ve grown it by like 50%??? Just looking at it roughly??? Good work team!!!) and of course I was inspired by the great revered fic standards written by audrina (she’s retired from gg but secondaudrina is the pseud where most of her fic lives on), and bookglue aka @windowsandfeelings (I only got into her gilmore girls works through gossip girl but damn she’s a hero), and nevertothethird aka @scabopolis — like seriously I wouldn’t have written anything at all probably if not for the existence of Wrapped in Ribbons, and @pseudowoodo as well, who wrote thee seminal role-swap au.

And then of course there’s my heavyhitters, my ride-or-dies. I’ve told them multiple times, but I’ll tell em again, Nads @mysteriesofloves and Ivy @mrs-nate-humphrey were writing and posting and creating pretty regularly when I started poking my head in to the fandom, and their stories were so brilliant and well thought out and compassionate to the characters that it turned on something in my brain and made me want to write too, so I did. Then not long after I found S @strideofpride, my most beloved enabler and peer pressurer and reading what they make and talking to them about it has unquestionably made me a better writer. I have grown a lot in the year and however many months it’s been since I started doing this and I owe it to all of the above <333

As for not-fic writing I read….just everything. Everything I read informs me as a writer, directly and indirectly. Though I don’t write it, I find poetry very inspirational. Devotions, No Matter the Wreckage, Open Me Carefully, Leaves of Grass, have all informed me. Some prose writers I—not necessarily aspire to, bc how could I ever be as brilliant? But maybe…revere and internalize are: Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, Isabel Allende, Vladimir Nabokov, Kevin Kwan, Emily Henry...

#i firmly believe any reading makes you a better writer #like i'm just reading timothy zahn's silly star wars fanfic #but the act of doing the thing is it yk?#i hope everyone is okay with the tags #there are much more of you that have been so lovely and encouraging and I am grateful for you all <333 #asks #anon

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sideboot · 1 year

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The Gang Meets Jamie’s Mum Part 2 Electric Boogaloo: Jamie’s Mum Has Something Going On

part one of Jamie’s Mum meeting the gang (or i guess just ted) is here

So Jamie, even though Ted wasn’t actually hitting on his mom, is so traumatized that later he goes off to moan about this to his boyfriend and girlfriend because Keeley/Roy/Jamie is my ot3

Their relationship is new and Jamie is not planning on coming out to his mom. He’s the kind of bi where he was down to hook up with a man, isn’t that the way it is for everybody? no? sure you’re not lying about that? interesting.

but mostly he had more opportunity to hook up with women. He never expected to be in a relationship with one, much less at the same time that he was also in a relationship, so why would he tell his mom when it wasn’t ever going to be relevant.

And if he never tells her, there’s no risk that she won’t understand, or understand and then be worried about him

Awful side effect is that when his mom stops runs into the trio before a game at the stadium, she unwittingly spills way too many details about Jamies childhood hero worship(read: crush) on Roy because she doesn’t realize it’s incriminating.

Roy spends a tremendous effort to keep his face neutral, until she turns away and then he shoots a look at Jamie exactly like he just got a truckload of free blackmail material delivered unasked straight to his doorstep

Jamie: This is the worst day

We now cut to Trent Crimm, Independent, is sitting in the stands jotting down notes for his book when abruptly a woman half-falls into the seat next to him

While we’re here, in this Trent is bi, which is very important to me because we need more flamboyant/gender-nonconforming bisexual representation

Trent’s like goodness, are you all right?

she’s like sorry. I’m fine. No I’m not, I just saw what must be the most gorgeous woman in the world. I’m jealous, I wish I could look that good at that age. Or, I don’t, and I guess we’re the same age. Sorry, I’m not making any sense.

Trent is like (hm.) Yes, that’s Rebecca Welton. She’s quite the force of nature.

She’s like oh god that’s my son’s boss. (Trent: Jamie Tartt’s Mum??? guess the apple got fucking flung from the tree there) Oh god I’m being so weird about my son’s boss and I don’t know why.

Trent’s takes the leap and i like it’s quite all right. From what I’ve seen, every man who has ever met Rebecca Welton has left having fallen a little in love with her, and some of the women

Not missing a beat she’s like oh no all of them. Every one. it’s part of being a woman, getting little crushes on other women, I’m sure everyone does it

Jamie Tartt, from the locker room where he’s getting ready, suddenly senses a disturbance in the force. little bisexual shiver runs up his spine

This plot point is dedicated to the queer experience of coming out to someone only for them to thunk you over the head with an “no everyone does that” like i don’t think you just realized what you just told me about yourself

Trent is like an old hat at this and he’s like hm. Well I don’t know about any of that. I’ve never been a woman, I’ve just been bisexual.

She’s like oh. oh! Good for you! What’s that like.

Trent is like internally okay instincts were definitely right there, I’m just going to casually talk about being bisexuality

She’s very surprised to find out he had a wife and identified as bisexual. Like I’m very happy for you but I’m having trouble understanding what the point is for someone like that, like if a woman isn’t going to date another woman or even date anyone because her lingering fears of intimacy make it impossible then what’s the point

Trent is like it’s an important part of me. It’s important to me that I’m able to be myself.

Jamie’s mum is being respectful but Trent can tell she still doesn’t really get it.

Trent is like well this has been nice, oh look here’s Rebecca let me introduce you so you can get acquainted she’s like oh you traitor

TBC in our final part 3

#ted lasso show #ted lasso tv #jamie tartts mum #trent crimm the independent #not enough ship or the trio to tag i dont think #bullet fic #my post #jamies mum has got it going on

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onyxbird · 1 year

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I posted 4,114 times in 2022

That's 1,685 more posts than 2021!

198 posts created (5%)

3,916 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bostonbakeddeans

@icannotreadcursive

@vickyvicarious

@party-gilmore

@original-missif

I tagged 3,371 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#q - 1,500 posts

#dracula daily - 370 posts

#leverage - 350 posts

#eliot spencer - 221 posts

#mr. quinn - 164 posts

#leverage aus - 159 posts

#the sandman - 126 posts

#cats - 111 posts

#leverage ot3 - 81 posts

#alec hardison - 69 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#con of showing this post to my friend: we currently live on opposite sides of a large country--prohibitive to attempting joint puppetry. 😢

My Top Posts in 2022:

A ridiculous Leverage AU concept popped into my head last night that's cracking me up. So first, it's Leverage OT3 having teamed up as a criminal crew without meeting Nate and Sophie. I'm picturing it in like a cyberpunk setting, but could potentially just be a canon-adjacent setting where the OT3 joined forces without Nate's influence, still pursuing crime for personal gain.

They've become a force to be reckoned with, a target of law enforcement and other criminal elements alike--probably clashed with at least pieces of Moreau's organization more than once--but no one has been able to touch them. Everyone with any connection to the criminal underworld knows about the genius Hacker Hardison and his cyber-crime empire, and everyone knows about his two closest lieutenants: a incredible Thief and an unstoppable Hitter, known only as "Parker" and..."Baby."

Some know only that much, and, when meeting the crew, many are prone to guess that the dainty blonde must be "Baby," and thus the glowering brunet must be "Parker."

The slightly better informed know that the Thief is "Parker" and the Hitter "Baby," but aren't 100% sure which is which.

The truly well-informed folks in the criminal underworld know who is who and enough of their reputations that although "Baby" is spoken of in hushed tones, since they know of no other name for the most elite Hitter in the business, no one dares to even think of calling him that to his face. That can get difficult for people who have to do business with him directly or discuss matters involving him with Parker or Hardison. None of the three ever offer any alternatives. (Every so often a newbie criminal comes along and decides to crack a joke about the name, often some variation on "putting Baby in a corner" and is quickly warned by their peers that 1) you do not joke about Baby--he could kill you with a blade of grass and is known to materialize in the most unexpected times and places--and 2) that specific joke has been made a million times already.)

Behind the scenes, of course, the trio's partnership is quite egalitarian, and Eliot's name is used freely, but 1) neither Parker nor Eliot is comfortable being the face of their organization, while Hardison is happy to LARP his nerdy little heart out as an evil overlord, and 2) Eliot had reasons to not want his real name spread around too much and made the tactical error of giving Hardison a little too much freedom in deciding what to call him in front of people.

Nate eventually does come on the scene, finally disgusted enough to break ties with his "lawful" but corrupt organization and willing to turn to the criminals he used to chase to cut a deal. His boldness at asking for a meeting in addition to what they knew of him as an investigator piques their interest, but they're disappointed when he stumbles in unkempt and still fairly inebriated.

He gains their interest back when, even in his drunken state and having never laid eyes on any of them, he sweeps one look around their temporary HQ, immediately clocks Parker as THE Parker despite her just standing still next to Hardison, and, by process of elimination, turns to Eliot and says, "So, you must be Baby."

895 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

Dying to know how Van Helsing "signed" his phonograph entry in all-caps. Did he just suddenly bellow his surname into the phonograph at full volume in case Jonathan wasn't sure who was speaking?

(I'm also not at all clear on why VH is leaving notes by phonograph rather than just writing a note, but at least the "how" of that is fairly obvious.)

1,042 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

It seems like a lot of modern vampire fiction implies or outright shows that a vampire can drain an entire adult of blood, either completely or enough to kill them, in one meal (and they feed frequently). And then here's Dracula implying that 3 adult vampires are going to share a single small child.

I mean, I know people talk about portion sizes in the USA being excessively large, but the vampires of Sunnydale/Bon Temps/etc. are apparently taking this to the extreme.

1,494 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

Dream of the Endless is back in his cage for Halloween, and he is not happy.

I, on the other hand, am delighted by how well the design carved up, particularly how clearly Dream's eyes glow.

I ended up decreasing the width of the binding circle a bit to fit better on the pumpkin without shrinking Dream and the cage down any further, and the chains are a little chunkier to be carveable with the tools I have, but overall the concept translated onto the pumpkin very well.

I think it looks even better in person--it's hard to capture well on a phone camera.

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My #1 post of 2022

Suddenly tickled by the idea of Death giving Dream a mobile phone (whatever magical version can get service in the Dreaming) to facilitate him keeping in touch with his one (1) human friend Hob. (And maybe even making more friends? Hint, hint, little brother.)

She assures him she's taken care of everything. The only thing he needs to do is give this sequence of numbers to Hob (or any other human he wants to be able to contact him). He'll know what to do. Death has already set up everything else on the phone--she even set a ringtone for him!

Dream has never cared enough about human telecommunications to know what a ringtone is, and he's too distracted by insisting that he doesn't need a phone--he and Hob have managed fine for centuries without one--to think to ask about it.

He realizes this was a mistake only later, when he's looming dramatically and impressively over someone as Lord Morpheus, and suddenly music begins to blare:

🎶 "Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream! Make him the cutest that I've ever seen..." 🎶

(It gets through an entire verse before he figures out where the music is coming from.)

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Sick with COVID and trying to find ways to amuse myself 😔 So I found this old post from years ago and decided to redo it!

Fanfiction Questions

Fandom Questions

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Lord of the Rings in middle/high school! I was obsessed with it, and it was the first time I had reliable enough internet access to get involved in forums 🥰

2. What is your latest fandom?

Stranger Things!

3. What is the best fandom you've ever been involved in?

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2. I contributed work of my own for the first time and got a GREAT response. And that was before antis made fandom a warzone 🙄 so I wrote whatever I wanted and never got hate for it.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

😬 I'm not gonna say I regret getting involved in Stranger Things fandom. But it's definitely the most annoying one I've ever been a part of. You can't turn around without bumping into an anti or some kid screaming about p*dophilia. It's so fkn cringe lol

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

Donkey Kong, Super Mario, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2, Gladiator, X-Files, the Star Wars sequel trilogy, Stranger Things

6. List your OTP from each fandom you've been involved in.

Atton/Exile (SW:KOTOR2), Mulder/Scully (X-Files), Reylo, Bileven

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you've been in.

Kylux, Finnr3y, Harringr0ve, M1leven (I see a pattern here lol)

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Billy Hargrove brain rot, July 2019

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

The source material can be really fun 💕 I also met a couple of my bffs because of it.

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don't write in?

Not currently, but in the past I've read fic for the original Star Wars trilogy, Star Trek, Phantom of the Opera, The Office, Labyrinth, and probably more I've forgotten.

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

11. Who is your current OTP?

Bileven baby 💖💕

12. Who is your current OT3?

I don't have any, though I could see myself getting interested in Bileven + Eddie at some point.

13. Any NoTPs?

See answer to #7

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

Too many 😆 I love the entire Hopper-Byers family dynamic, so that's several broTPs right there. Also El and Max.

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Bileven is pretty damn obscure, so 😆💀

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

See answer to #7

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Bileven is my only otp for the fandom. Still going strong after nearly three years 😌

18. What ship have you written the most about?

Bileven for sure. I think I've written over 200-300k about them so far.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don't feel them?

I kinda wish I was more into J0pper? I mean, I do like them, but not enough to really feature them in my fic. It would add a lovely dimension to my giant AU though.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Not really? My tastes are very well established by this point 😂

Author Questions

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

A long, rambling fic for Donkey Kong at like, age 9-10

22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Nope! It was all necessary to my artistic development ☺️

23. Name a fic you've written that you're especially fond of & explain why you like it.

My current Billy Lives AU! It's the first fic that feels truly raw and heartfelt, like it springs straight from the essence of who I am. Working on it has also taught me a lot about the writing process, honed my writing voice, and helped me unlearn limiting beliefs.

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

My Billy Lives AU. I've written a lot of material that I haven't even published yet. I'm rewriting/editing it as we speak 😆

25. What's your most popular fanfic?

A short A/B/O fic I wrote for Reylo. Over 10k hits, good god. That fandom was so horny lmao

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

Song titles and lyrics, phrases from the text that have thematic significance.

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

Writing summaries 😖 I've gotten better at it, but it's still annoying trying to condense a big ol' story into a paragraph lol

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

I would like it to be from my Billy Lives AU, which I think has lots of illustration-worthy moments. Hell, I've got a list of illustrations I'd make myself, if I could just recover from my art burnout...

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?

Not really. If I genuinely need help with something, I have a couple friends I can ask, but usually I just wing it on my own. I'm too impatient to wait on someone 😂

30. What inspires you to write?

Powerful emotions, resonant themes and symbols, yin/yang and Hades/Persephone pairings, sad grumpy men who are practically begging for redemption arcs, music

31. What's the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

I've gotten several lovely comments that I hoard like a mound of crack. My favorite ones lately say things like "your writing is poetry," "it's so visceral," "cuts you right to the bone." But my top favorite has to be this one:

"I love how you write Billy, because it's so LEGIT. Everything you have him do or say just feels so accurate and true to his character. Like, I can imagine it all happening and playing out in front of me."

I work hard on his characterization, so hearing that had me buzzingggg!

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

Oh hell yeah. I draw from a variety of genres depending on the scene I'm writing. For my Billy Lives AU, I've used ambient, heavy metal, all flavors of rock, TV/movie soundtracks, '80s pop, and more.

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics?

All three! I've written a lot of oneshots lately to explore ideas outside of my giant AU, which def counts as a huge epic (rip me 💀). I also have a multi-chap in progress.

34. What's the word count on your longest fic?

Over 100k. Only half of it is published right now.

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

I used to, but I don't anymore.

36. What's your favourite genre to write?

Sci-fi horror, romance, drama

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why?

Both depending on my mood. My default is third person, but sometimes I switch to first to shake things up and/or internalize the characters' voices.

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs?

I usually go for canon characters, but when I sense a gap in the story I'm not above creating an OC to fill it. I'm never gonna stop bragging about how one of my OCs seemed to anticipate Eddie Munson 😆 (mostly in style and backstory, less in personality).

39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?

I make my readers feel a lot of things. Also I've been told multiple times, "I can see it happening so clearly! 😭" So... good descriptions??

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Perseverance. I tend to come up with complicated epics that would take years to write. To this day, I've yet to finish a single one. Goddammit though, I'm gonna do it someday 😠

Fanfiction Questions

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

None. The fanfics I want to read right now are so incredibly specific I doubt I could find them anywhere 🥲 so I'm just writing them myself.

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

I'm too lazy to link anyone 😅

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

Everyone who's left a kind comment on my work, and fellow Billy fans who can tolerate differences in opinion (a VERY small number 🥲).

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

Bileven for sure

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

To this day I still remember some creepy Phantom of the Opera fic I read years ago...

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

Worship The Flame, which has the most material to read (50k published so far) and really demonstrates my skills imo.

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why?

AO3 by far. It's clean and organized, I get more interaction there, and hate comments have been easy to deal with. Ff.net is just useless now. Tumblr is okay, but it's extremely hard to get views, and hate comments are more common.

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?

Sometimes! Depends on how strong my reaction was to the work and how much energy I have that day. I haven't read any fic lately though.

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

Oh, yeah. I care a lot. A single good comment can lift me out of a writing funk and give me the motivation to keep going. It literally just happened last week 💕 (Thank you kind commenter 💕💕)

Also, reblogs are the only way to get views here. The fics I'm most passionate about tend not to get reblogged (1. they involve a rarepair, so they're niche to begin with; 2. people are too scared to reblog Bileven content). So I cherish every one I get.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

Idk, I just fell into it in elementary school. It felt natural. Still does!

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Gush: I love the incredible creativity of fandom! Also, I LIVE for taking back stories from white male creators who have no idea what they're doing. And from corporations who shoot for the lowest common denominator. (Capitalism kills art, tell your friends)

Rant: STOP HARASSING FAN CREATORS FOR MAKING STUFF YOU DON'T LIKE. Oh and let's NOT do the whole censorship thing. We tried it and it was awful. Thank you.

#fandom questions

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for the ship bingo, emiya and cu chalainn?

I’m not sure whether to mark some of these haha. I don’t know if “I’m sending them to super hell” is aggressive, or just means “they’d be gay for each other,” but if it’s the latter that’s a check mark. The former, then no. Not sure if it’s quite OTP or center square so I have half marks.

I’m a multishipper, and RinxShirou (and offshoot continuations like Ishtar-Emiya) are my OTP-OTP for Archer, full hundo, but I really like YariYumi too. I think they have hilarious interactions together and vibes, and I did enemies to frenemies to friends to romance. Also it’s not like Rin would not consider Cú or vice-versa (& we already know in canon she’s down to OT3), so there’s lots of polyamorous options out there too. Even that aside, I really enjoy their relationship. They kind of hate each other, but in a friendly way, not sincerely, and they have really complimentary both visual designs, and fighting style, so the style game on point. They also know a lot about each other, which would be a hard hurdle for anyone to hop over with Emiya as a spirit unless they were around for Blade Works in person.

Anyway, I like their goofy rivalry and aggression, but that they also make a good team and have more in common than either would be happy to admit. Love when people work together /really/ well, and are immensely frustrated by that. Friendship of any kind is valuable as a heroic spirit, given their shit existences. And those two romantically or platonically give tons of insanely enjoyable material to work with. They’d be kind of a slow burn I think, and still competitive and snarky at each other while in a relationship, but it would also be really nice for them. You get some minor tastes of what that could be like in whatever the show where the UBW allies just get happy daily slice of life stories is, I think, and it’s cute af. Love them absolutely dominating the dodgeball game together. I think they’d get along really well, because brothers in arms is something Cú is accustomed to but has been without for a long time, and Emiya is always alone, but wasn’t until death, because supporting people was his identity, and him having companionship in a consistent way again even sort of competitively, would be really nice for him.

#ask #anonymous #ship game #yariyumi #fate

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2023 Fanfic Year Wrap-Up Meme

Number of Fics: 53 Number of Unique Fandoms: 6* (ASOIAF, GoT, HOTD, Harry Potter, War and Peace, Romeo and Juliet) Number of Unique Pairings: 35 (repeat ships: Throbb [6], Alicole [3], Tristheon, Theonsa, Patheon, Tris/Sansa, Montacrew OT3, Romercutio, Regulus/Evan, Dransy [2 each])** Total Number of Words: 104,970

*Counting ASOIAF, GoT and HOTD as different fandoms because that’s kind of how I’ve been doing it when tagging and stuff. **Only counting ships which were primarily featured as a focus of the story. Often times ships would hover in the background but weren’t counted. # Gen: 21 # Het: 24 # Slash: 20 # Fem: 3 *Some stories fall into more than one category.

# PG: 33 # PG-13: 17 # R: 3 # NC-17/Explicit: 0

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?. I’d say more. I actually beat what I wrote last year, despite writing less (if my calculations are/were correct) for Battleship than I did last year (in 2022).

Where did you publish/archive your stories? AO3 with some cross-posting to Tumblr. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? I accidentally fell in love with Tris/Sansa this year… Did you take any writing risks this year? Not as many as last year I think, but Battleship always inspires weird shit. *gestures at space selkies* Do you have any writing goals for the new year? I always do and then I never accomplish them. But no ok…I WILL finish that throbb WIP I started posting, good lord. What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Always hard to choose but either This Love Feel I (That Feel No Love In This) or Tore My Heart In Sunder. Okay, NOW your most popular story? Going by kudos, Sweet Misery. Story of yours most underappreciated by the universe, in your opinion? The Tris/Sansa fics, though I get it lol. Mm also Adjust For The Wind, maybe, bur it does have like 5 lovely comments which is pretty good for a niche gen fic. Story that could have been better?

There’s always a few, especially with Battleship. Most fun story to write? Mmm several were in their own ways, but like....Tore My Heart In Sunder was super cathartic in a way so lets go with that. Story with single sweetest moment? The Sweetest Marriage is, as the title suggests, pure domestic fluff.

The story that made you cry? If any did, it was probably Tore My Heart In Sunder.

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story? Hmm I don’t think there was one this year? Sexiest story? This year was really not about that lmao (like even for me). Hardest story to write I kind of want to say Homeward Bound (the space selkies ones) but idk. I wrote it super fast lbr and just kind of let it do its thing. There’s always several fics that are difficult in different ways/different types of painful and it’s hard to compare sometimes.

Easiest story to write? Mm this isn't saying much, really, especially that it being super short is part of it, but probably In Robb's Dreams. Most unintentionally telling story Ok, so actually…A Soft Epilogue probably because I think it Says things about me as a throbb shipper at least. Story you haven’t yet written, but intend to Still hoping for to materialize the throbb/reyne longfic AU somehow…

#fanfiction #fandom #writing #meme #op #kinda late this year but i've been busy #doesn't include original fic

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How does my brain choose fandoms??

Tbh, earlier this year, I half expected to be an all-Wheel of Time blog at this point in time. (This point in time being in the aftermath of the series launch on Amazon. I have some mixed feelings about the series so far that I was going to get into here, and I'll probably get into those in some other post.)

Instead, somehow I'm falling down a Ted Lasso rabbit hole...??? After ~eight years since my last big fandom swoon, the one that brought me into participatory fandom, it seems like possibly I have a new fixation and new OT3. Maybe. At least, I felt compelled to feverishly write 10K about them, and I haven't done that since Sherlock. It's fun! And weird. And my fondness for the show isn't nearly as intense as my adoration of Sherlock S1-S2 was... But neither of them is the kind of canon I expect to fall for (though Sherlock is certainly closer).

Because it's not like I haven't been fannish about other stuff, in very different ways. ASOIAF were my favorite books for many years, and GoT was one of my favorite TV shows (despite many issues). But I just wanted to lurkily read theories about where the books might be going, and reblog the occasional fanart or gifset. I didn't feel called to read or write much fic. I didn't really have any ships (which also made it harder to find fic that spoke to me). And similarly with a bunch of my other favorite books/series -- e.g., Watership Down, Earthsea, His Dark Materials, Imperial Radch, Murderbot -- I just seem to want to consume the canon (and hear others' thoughts about what details they particularly liked or what themes they noticed) but not to transform it. And I guess despite my having a lot more ambivalence about WoT than most of those, that series is also pretty firmly in the category of stuff I don't feel the need to transform. (Though I still would like to read lots of nonbinary and agender WoT fic. And some better approaches to polyamory across the various cultures. But I don't feel any desire to transform any of the canon characters/relationships, despite the myriad problems with them, and in the absence of that, I'd rather just write my own original fic than try to fix the messed up gender dynamics of that world.)

Someday I need to figure out why my favorite books are all SF/F series, but I don't seem to feel compelled to be in transformative or even very participatory fandom for those. Is it because I'm more content with those works as they are? (I have so many issues with WoT, though, despite my love of it. And with the later ASOIAF books, too. And even though I don't have issues with Watership Down, I'd love to have more of it.) Is it because I don't seem to ship non-canonical ships very often or strongly in those works (and why is that)? Is it because my favorite books spend a lot more time closely in the characters' heads, and leave far fewer spaces in the canon to wonder about and want to fill in? (I suspect that's a lot of it, and also I guess that likely contributes to why I don't generally develop non-canonical ships... The characters' thoughts don't leave me room to do so.) I also have loved a lot of SF/F shows that weren't based on books (e.g., Battlestar Galactica, BtVS, Firefly, and in a fairly different way Star Trek), and I've never felt compelled to transform any of those, either. But I think I could imagine doing so more easily than for my favorite books. So maybe it's more about the bookness and the amount of character interiority than it is about the genre?

(There's been a lot of non-SF/F TV that I've loved, too, and that I also haven't felt compelled to read/write fic about. E.g., I'm currently pretty obsessed with Succession. And I recently finished and adored Halt and Catch Fire. And Black Sails was amazing. I even had multiple polyships in Black Sails -- but they were canon!! 😍 So I guess again, I don't feel like I need to mess with canon in these cases... I just want to obsess about it lurkily.)

IIRC, I didn't actually feel a need to mess with Sherlock S1-S2 either, at first anyway, or with Ted Lasso (not that I don't have criticisms). I think in both cases, I started out quite liking the canon, and admiring things about it, but not obsessed. And then I didn't think about it too much for a while. And then SUDDENLY I HAD TO GO LOOK ON AO3 RIGHT NOW because I abruptly had to know if anyone had written any fic about a particular ship that got into my head. (Spoiler alert: there was a lot more Johnlock fic out there than Roy/Keeley/Jamie, ahahahaha.) And from that ship sprung a more general fandom obsession, and a desire to write the particular character/relationship dynamics that I wanted.

But?? Idk, that's also kinda weird if it's maybe my involvement in participatory fandom is exclusively ship-driven?? Not weird in general or in a judgy way, just unexpected for me -- I read books/watch shows for so many reasons, and obsess about them for so many reasons, not just for romance or sexytimes. And I don't know what made me fasten on these particular ships to be super horny about; I often turn to other media besides fiction fanfic when I want erotic material, and it's often kinkier than most of the fic read/write for these ships. Except for the several years in the past decade when I read and was turned on by almost nothing but johnlock(ary), why did that suddenly become my main kink, shrug emoji?? Does this mean that I'm about to spend who knows how long only fantasizing about a dumbass soccer player and the duo that he truly does not deserve??? We Just Don't Know. (For that matter, maybe I only have one K/R/J fic in me, and this thinking is all premature... But they sure are extremely different from S/J/M, and I'm so intrigued by that!)

I guess the biggest question for me, if shipping is indeed my key to fandom -- why haven't I shipped lots of non-canonical ships this hard? There are so many canons out there that I've liked that could benefit from more queer and/or poly dynamics! And lots of those canons have interesting gaps to try to address with fic, even if a few of my favorite books don't leave as much room for that.

A final piece of this puzzle may be my mental state... I was in a deep, deep well of depression and anxiety when I found the Sherlock fandom, and it was a welcome escape. But despite the fact that I've been going through some Intense Heath Stuff lately, and changing jobs, and going through other big life changes -- not to even mention the motherfucking pandemic, ahahaha, sob -- I feel like I'm coping so much better now, and I'm so much happier. I don't need to escape. Still, that's a heaping serving of stress, and maybe I just self-soothe best by diving into a ship/fandom?

Clearly the true statistical answer is that it's pointless to try to generalize from this ridiculously small data set of N=2 transformative fandoms. (Though far larger if you count all the negative examples.) But sparse data is not going to stop me from being curious about and trying to model and understand my own fannish brain! 😹

Curious to hear others' experiences of what differentiates for them a fandom that they want to read/write fic for vs. one where they just obsess over the canon.

#idk idk idk #ten thousand shrug emojis #fandom #shipping #meta #my brain #to be clear I'm DELIGHTED to be writing again #regardless of which fandom #and of how long it lasts #my stuff #long post #possibly more about the op's horniness than some readers feel a desire to know #but c'mon it's tumblr #all the thinkiness #why fandom #50

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"I know you don't care but you have my heart. For the rest of time." for gondolin ot3?

35: "I know you don't care but you have my heart. For the rest of time."

Oh boy this was hard to get inspiration for but once I did it just kept going? In ways I didn't intend? Also Maeglin decided he's gender... flux, I think? About halfway through writing this and that pronouns are tied to their names so lmk if I handled it badly. Anyway enjoy angsty oblivious internalized goth-phobia vs. angsty oblivious sunshine love confessions. Angst + angst= fluff I guess.

It’s the kind of day where they don’t know what name they want to use. A day where the Quenya of Lómion sits wrong on their tongue, where people taking the easy way out and reminding the poor child of his poor mother makes them want to scream in Sindarin and hide from the sun. A day where Maeglin is the name given too late with too little love to a traitor and a slave and everyone flinching at the Dark-Elf who is so like his father makes them want to curl up and cry. These days are rarer, here in Valinor, but Mandos couldn’t heal all of their identity issues. They’re fortunate their… housemates are so understanding. Too understanding, sometimes.

“You’re sure?”

“I will not be named after Lúthien!”

“Tinúvion is a fine name!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine, the other way, then. Maicatinda?” Tuor pauses at their look of disgust- the calculated one, with their ears back, designed to make new miners stop ignoring safety precautions through any means necessary. Unfortunately, since Tuor is not an apprentice with more bravado than sense, and is rather the sunniest immortal-mortal that their eyes have ever had the displeasure (pleasure) of seeing, it doesn’t work for more than a moment. “No, no, you’re right, that wouldn’t suit. Um, Maicitila?”

“Why not just call me Tintilo and be done with it if you insist on dispensing with my dignity?”

“Well forgive me for my inadequate efforts naming you in my third language.”

“You could,” Idril interjects, “Simply call them Rendenya, as I do.” “I am not calling our best-beloved rival my cousin.”

“Best… beloved… rival?” They ask, trying to parse the actual meaning of the words- Tuor speaks in something like a Taliska-Sindarin pidgin when the three of them are alone, and while they have significantly improved their ability to understand or infer most of it since reembodiment, there’s no way they translated feowig unselmô right. Except that somehow they might’ve, because Tuor flushes and snaps his mouth shut over what would surely have been some flippant explanation or other.

“I- yes. It’s an… in-joke, of sorts? Nickname? That’s not really coming out right. Anyway, I’d happily call you Unselmô if you like, though that’s not quite use-name material.” He gives a harried-sounding chuckle as Idril flicks her ears and sighs. They really don’t have the nerves at the moment for this kind of flirtation, but they also don’t have the nerves to let our best-beloved stand in silence, with nothing to distract from the fact that they really would like that very much.

“You make it sound as though you’re in love with me.” He- and oh he is not thinking about the implications of that now, or Idril will try to psychoanalyze him again- jokes. It doesn’t just fall flat, it stifles, like carbon dioxide coating a canary’s lungs. Tuor straightens, lips pursing before he visibly smooths his face.

"I know you don't care but you have my heart. For the rest of time." He says, a little too quickly, false calm in his voice and tension along his shoulders and neck, not through his stomach and legs, like elves carry theirs. So many little differences that no one else seems to notice. Sharp-glance indeed. He- Maeglin, now- can’t help it. He laughs.

“And how does your wife feel about that?” He spits out, and no that wasn’t what he was supposed to say-

“Rendenya,” Idril says, light glinting off the silver of her leg as she stands, and he winces because he really, really shouldn’t have said that- but. She isn’t angry? She’s a little upset, maybe, but when Idril gets angry, she gets cold, like he gets dark, fëar shaped by the hardships that bore them. “Rendonya,” she says, correcting herself (how does she always know), “I love you too. Not the same way, but the same amount. You don’t have to feel the same way, or care, but I’d ask you acknowledge it as truth.”

“How can you say that?” he blurts out, “How can you say I don’t lo- feel- that I don’t care? How can you say that it’s true? I’ve been bleeding with it since I met you, since I met both of you. I have changed, and you have changed, and my- my feelings have changed, but surely you could see?” He gestures, helplessly, but Idril and Tuor are both staring at him, mouths agape. He feels his ears flush and buries his head in his hands. Clearly, they hadn’t. A right trio of fools they made, loving each other for Valar-knew how long and only finding out after possibly centuries of misunderstanding. He hears a strained, high pitched noise from Tuor- he must have said that out loud. Mahal, kill him again.

He hears Idril sigh and move closer, still not touching because she knows him, and in concession he looks up. The softness of her smile is weighted by fond exasperation- at him, at Tuor, at herself.

“We love you Calónya. It’s alright if you love us too.” She says, quietly, and reaches out a hand without expectation that he must take it. Maeglin breaks away like he did on the cliff, someone rawer than him, more bitter than Lómion taking his place. They couldn’t take her hand then, but they can now, and oh. It took a moment to work through her spur of the moment endearment, but they have a name.

“Thank you.” They say, and their voice breaks but doesn’t waver. They turn to Tuor and offer him the closest thing to a true smile they can manage right now, ears tilting down in apology and forward in earnestness. “I’m afraid Idril is better at names than you.”

“What?” They ask simultaneously, breathlessly, and their smile becomes a little wider.

“Nányë silúmedon Calómë, hya apa Calmoth. Mae-govannen,” They add, slightly sardonic at adding the Sindarin, but feeling better for it.

Tuor jolts forward in the way he always does when he wants to tackle someone in a bear hug but is trying to restrain himself. They- Calómë- do a very quick tally of how likely they are to break into tears at any more stimulation, come to the conclusion of very likely, but worth it, and spread the arm that isn’t being clung to by Idril. Tuor doesn’t hesitate.

“Mae-govannen Calómë. Dusk-light?” He asks, and Calómë chuckles wetly, nodding into his shoulder. Of course he’s concerned with linguistics at a time like this.

“It suits you.”

#asks #jaz-the-bard #my writing #prompt fill #maeglin #tuor #idril #idril/tuor/maeglin #gondolin ot3 #i am skirting around the conlanging rabbit-hole with the knowledge that i will eventually fall into it but am simply in denial #read on ao3 for translations and more headcanons about these stupid babies <3

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As It Should Be | Chapter 8: City Adventures & Bedroom Ardor

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Summary: Your adventures in the city are a whirlwind, a dream, full of unbridled affection, teasing and laughter and it all feels so right. There’s still the matter of the talk the three of you need to have looming in the very near future. You and Jack are ready to make the jump and go all-in, to put in the work to make things work. All that’s left is for Frankie to make his decision.

Rating: Explicit - No Minors

Warnings: M/M, MMF, oral (M & F receiving), unprotected PIV sex, dirty talk, food mentions, alcohol mentions, clothes shopping, mentions of prior drug use, mentions of prior trauma, I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: FRIENDS IT’S HERE! Alrighty, I originally promised the return of the OT3 smut last chapter but rather than drop a 12k monstrosity, I decided to break it up and here it is! But first, we need to get through the fluff of their adventures in Manhattan and the angst/feelings during their overdue conversation.

A HUGE THANKS to mi esposa, @danniburgh and my friend Agent Capri Sun for beta-ing as well as their encouragement and patience with this. This series would not be where it is without their help.

Also, a shout out to @ezrasbirdie the little tidbit of an ice cream scene is just for you sweetie!

WC: ~7.8k ← He’s big, I know ;)

It was a gorgeous day out, and Frankie’s hand hadn’t left yours since the three of you left the deli after lunch. Jack had taken your other hand, and the two of them spent your walk down 5th Avenue stealing kisses on your cheek whenever they could. Occasionally, when you were stopped for a traffic light, they’d lean in front of you and get in a quick kiss of their own.

Even though you were sure Frankie hadn’t been to Manhattan before, you noticed the way his eyes narrowed as the passing stores seemed to become increasingly more extravagant. You knew the storefronts were well outside of his comfort zone, and you found yourself tugging him along more than you had been.

“C’mon, Fish, we’re almost there.”

Jack looked at you suspiciously. He had noticed Frankie’s change in behavior as well and wanted to make sure you didn’t scare Frankie off or cheat your bet. He was met with your innocently batting eyes.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Frankie grumped and sighed as he followed you and Jack. You all paused in front of Trump Tower to give it the middle finger, then moved on towards the giant, pale stone building with Bergdorf Goodman emblazoned on it, just across the street from the ugly, phallic tower that was a stain on the skyline. Jack held the doors open, and you ushered Frankie through, mostly to make sure he didn’t bolt, then you followed behind him.

Frankie walked through the entrance, scanning the clothes on display, and immediately felt out of place. His gaze fell on a jacket that looked somewhat similar to the one he owned. He took a few steps closer, then noticed the intentionally distressed material and price tag. He came to a stop suddenly, and you almost bumped into him.

“Nope, absolutely not.”

Jack moved past you and took in Frankie’s comical look of horror.

“What’re you talking about, Flyboy?”

“I said I’d do this, but I… I am not doing this.” Frankie hissed and motioned around the store, ending at a mannequin clad in a “work jacket” with a price tag of $500.

Jack opened and closed his mouth and cocked his head as he took a closer look at the jacket, scrunching his nose in disgust. You couldn’t help but laugh, already bringing your phone out to text the Statesman driver you and Whiskey shared to come and pick the three of you up.

“C’mon, boys there’s an REI in SoHo that I think will be more Fish’s speed.”

You led the way back outside of the people milling about, then leaned over and whispered in Jack’s ear.

“Pay up, cowboy.”

Jack grumbled and fished out his wallet, pulling a fifty out to put in your outstretched hand. Frankie raised his eyebrows questioningly and crossed his arms as you pocketed the bill in your hand.

“I bet Jack you wouldn’t last five minutes inside Bergdorf Goodman.”

Frankie snorted, then shook his head with a smile. “I saw another jacket on the way out that cost two months of my rent!”

Jack let out a huff and smoothed out his mustache, then put a hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“Hey, I said I was buying, Flyboy. You don’t have to worry about that today.”

Frankie twisted his lips and shifted somewhat uncomfortably. For as long as you had known him, he struggled to accept any sort of help, especially that of the monetary variety.

Your Statesman driver, Stan, pulled up a lot quicker than you thought he would considering the traffic, and you all piled in. It was about as roomy as the backseat of a car could get for three people, but you made it work with Frankie in the middle.

“Hey Stan, thanks for getting over here so fast. Could you take us to Duncan Quinn? Champ wants us to get Fish fitted.”

“Sure thing, Bourbon, sounds like fun.” Stan winked and smiled at Frankie, then pulled out of his spot and into the sea of traffic.

Jack slung his arm around the back of Frankie’s shoulders.

“Fitted?” Frankie asked, eyeing you suspiciously as your hand rested on his thigh. He was sure you were doing it on purpose to distract him. “That doesn’t sound like REI…”

“Don’t you worry, Flyboy. Duncan Quinn has been working for Statesman for years now. They’re the best at what they do, but don’t let the agents in the London office hear that.”

That gets a smile and another small grumble from Frankie. “Ok, but my hat stays on.”

Jack blinked in disbelief, and you laughed knowing Frankie was dead serious. You squeezed his thigh reassuringly and kissed his cheek.

“I don’t think you’d get away with that if you were with anyone but us, but I think they’ll let it slide.”

Sure enough, when you arrived, you were greeted by an associate who looked incredibly apprehensive until you introduced yourselves.

“Hi there, we’re with Statesman, and we need to get our friend here measured and fitted.”

Upon hearing the word ‘Statesman’, the associate’s demeanor did a complete 180.

“We’ll be lookin’ at getting him a tux and one of your Bespoke Tweed suits as well, bowtie, tie, and pocket square to match,”Jack drawled. The edge in his voice told you he had also seen the associate’s apprehension at working with Frankie, and he wasn’t going to stand for it. You both eyed the man expectantly until he cleared his throat and put his hand out to Frankie.

“Hello, and welcome in, sir. My name is Aaron, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Can I offer you any refreshments?”

Frankie allowed Aaron to guide him over to an alcove surrounded by three mirrors. Jack took a seat in the green leather high back armchair behind Frankie, and you took a seat in Jack’s lap.

“I’ll have your rosé, thank you.”

Aaron nodded and scurried off to get your drink.

“Relax, Fish, you’re going to be just fine. You looked great in your other suit. I can’t wait to see how handsome you look in one of these.”

Frankie fidgeted but smiled at your reflection in the mirror, standing up just a bit straighter at your praise.

Aaron returned and handed you a glass of their house rosé. Then, he turned to Frankie.

“Is this your first time getting fitted, sir?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Well, you’re in good hands, here at Duncan Quinn...”

You tuned out the man’s spiel and leaned back into Jack’s chest, enjoying just having his arms around you. Jack held you tight and moved to sit up a bit more, careful not to dislodge you or spill your wine. He sighed contentedly, then he rested his chin on your shoulder while you both watched Aaron work on getting Frankie’s measurements.

“I’m looking forward to dinner tonight, darlin’. Looking forward to finally having the both of you in bed tonight, too.”

A shudder ran down your spine as Jack murmured in your ear, his lips and mustache grazing your earlobe, and you squirmed in his lap.

“Me too, but we’ve got a lot to talk about first.”

He hummed. “We sure do, sweetheart, but it’ll work out. He had a lot rolling around inside that pretty little head of his.”

“Let me guess, you helped ‘quiet it’ for a bit?”

You raised an eyebrow at Jack teasingly, then leaned back and tilted your head to kiss him. You knew very well how good Jack was at that sort of thing.

Once the measurements had been taken, Aaron brought out a tux, pulling and pinning the fabric to be better suited to Frankie’s figure. You made an appreciative sound in your throat as your eyes raked over Frankie.

“Damn, Frankie.”

That was all you could manage for a moment. You could see the tux coming together, accentuating his broad shoulders, muscular back, and arms.

What was it that people said about a man in a suit?

“Our handsome little Flyboy is gonna knock ‘em dead in his tux, isn’t he, Bourbon?”

Jack said it loud enough that Frankie could hear him, and he struggled to stay still, Jack’s words igniting a warmth in his chest. Frankie had already forgone trying to keep from blushing, especially since he had known there was no way he’d be able to not blush when Aaron went to measure his inseam.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed in agreement and smiled at Frankie, noticing the way his eyes hardly ever left yours. “Damn Fish, even on base in your PT gear you turned heads, and in this, you’d fit in at any gala.”

His eyes were dark as he watched you, and when Aaron left to go get more pins, you took your chance to get up and whisper in Frankie’s ear.

“You look incredible Frankie.” Your eyes found his in the mirror as he preened, and you smiled. “Am I going to get a turn with our handsome Flyboy tonight?”

He clenched his fists and took in a sharp breath as he worked to restrain himself. You smiled, then turned to move back to your spot in Jack’s lap just as Aaron came back. Jack chuckled. You had a talent for being a tease when you wanted to be.

The next suit that Aaron went to work with was a gorgeous tweed navy pinstripe suit that made your mouth water and Jack’s fingers dig into your thigh a bit. The both of you were thinking about not only how amazing the final product would look on Frankie, but also how much fun it would be to take it off of him.

It seemed like Frankie was finally starting to relax a bit as well, and you caught him eyeing the way he looked in it appreciatively. Good, the man deserves to know he looks damn good.

Even though he was starting to feel slightly more at ease, Frankie still breathed a sigh of relief when Aaron let him know he was finished, and that the two suits would be delivered to the Statesman building.

You and Jack didn’t give Frankie a chance to be or feel awkward about paying as the both of you got up. You straightened the collar on Frankie’s shirt while Jack paid at the front. Lacing your fingers with Frankie’s, you led him back outside where Stan was waiting.

“How’d it go?” Stan asked, looking at Frankie.

“Not as bad as I thought it would be,” he chuckled, “I’m Catfish or Frankie, by the way.”

Stan nodded and shook Frankie’s hand, then Jack emerged from the shop.

“Alright Stan, we’re off to REI now. Time to reward Frankie for letting us drag him around.”

“Sounds good, Bourbon.”

The three of you piled in again, Frankie’s hand rested on your knee and rubbed small circles while he leaned back, using Jack’s arm as a headrest. Whatever lingering tension from the past week evaporated with each little touch you shared.

Frankie was like a kid in a candy store at REI. He was still hesitant at first, but after Jack threatened to buy him a kayak if he didn’t get going and find some clothes, Frankie took off and started loading a cart with an assortment of button downs, v-neck t-shirts, cargo pants and jeans.

“A kayak, Jack? Really?”

He leaned in and kissed your temple, his hand wrapping around your back and coming to rest on your hip.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it? It was the most ridiculous thing I could think of him trying to get back up to my place.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that, and well, he was right.

After you and Jack felt like Frankie had picked out and tried on enough clothes, with no small amount of ogling on your part, the three of you decided to tackle what potential gear you’d need for Colombia. Frankie led you and Jack down his mental checklist of things you’d need: a rain jacket, boots, new clothes for while you were there, several packets of hand warmers, rope and so on. You raised an eyebrow at the rope and hand warmers. Frankie shrugged in response.

“We shouldn’t need them but if I get stuck on in the fucking Andes or if we have to cold camp again, I’m not gonna freeze. Always a good idea to have some rope on hand too.”

A flicker of melancholy threatened to take hold of the moment as you thought about Frankie, your team cold camping and stuck in the mountains… of coming home one fewer than they had set out. Jack was quick to usher you and Frankie along with him.

“Come along now Honeybees! We still have to fit all of this in Stan’s car. Bless that man, we’ll need to get him something real nice for driving us around and offering to put all of our bags up at my place while we’re at dinner.”

You smiled and tugged Frankie along with you, he was still in a stupor and red in the ears at the nickname Jack had used for them.

Frankie was still antsy about Jack paying, but he had to admit, there was something… nice about having Jack spoil him a bit.

You still had a bit before you all needed to leave to make your reservation, and you knew just the thing to do to kill some time. Stan helped load up the bags of clothes that the three of you had gotten, and you leaned in to whisper the directions of where you wanted to go next. He smiled then nodded.

“Let’s go, boys, one more stop before dinner!”

You were practically giddy with excitement as you all clambered out, and Stan promised to be back in time to take you to dinner. Jack’s eyes lit up when he saw the sign, and Frankie joined him when he breathed in the smell of sugar and waffle cones that filled the street outside of the building.

“I thought some ice cream after a long day would be nice, so long as we don’t spoil our dinner.”

You said the last bit as a joke, but it fell on deaf ears. Jack and Frankie were already on their way inside. Your heart swelled as you watched them examine all of the flavors. Your boys had a sweet tooth that neither would readily admit to anyone but you. You also knew that the hemming and hawing over flavors was all just for show and free samples. In the end, you all got the same flavor: cookie dough.

The ice cream parlor wasn’t too busy, and you were able to find a small table for the three of you to share. It was almost sickeningly sweet for anyone else to watch you and your boys act like love drunk teens, your legs entangled below the table while you teased, kissed, and put ice cream on each other’s noses, then roared with laughter. None of you cared what anyone else thought. Your hearts were too busy soaring, riding the high of the care, affection and ease of being together, to even notice anyone else.

When it was just about time to leave for your reservation, the three of you wrapped up and went out to meet Stan. The car ride was quiet but comfortable. Jack played with the hair that poked out from under Frankie’s hat while your fingers were laced together with Frankie’s, resting in his lap.

The three of you arrived right on time, and the maître d saw you to a cozy half-circle booth in a dimly lit section. It was secluded enough that you didn’t have to worry about anyone eavesdropping on your conversations. This was a nice restaurant with amazing food, but didn’t go so far as to have a strict dress code as some others in the city did. You sat down first, scooting to the middle of the booth, and Jack and Frankie hung their hats on the booth’s hooks before taking a seat on either side of you.

A waiter appeared with a smile to take your drink order. You ordered an Old Fashioned while both Whiskey and Frankie opted for Whiskey’s namesake. The waiter left, and Frankie and Jack both dived into the menu. You felt Frankie’s thigh stiffen as he perused, no doubt in shock at the Manhattan prices.

“The ribeye here is delicious. So is their grilled salmon, and their rack of lamb is amazing.”

Frankie blanched a bit at the cost of each of the items you rattled off, thinking about how much money had already been spent on him, but nodded along at your suggestions. The server came back with your drinks and took your orders. Then, a silence bursting with anticipation fell over the table. Jack was the first to break it.

“So, what do you do when you’re not freelancing for Santiago? Private tours?”

Frankie swallowed thickly then nodded.“Yeah. At least, I used to.” He sighed, still feeling a tinge of shame at having lost his job, then took a sip of his whiskey. “I, uh, I actually got fired a couple of days ago.” Frankie’s gaze flickered to the table, his brow furrowed and his tongue peeked out over his bottom lip for just a moment. “It’s not a big deal.”

Frankie sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself than he was the two of you. Both you and Jack shared a glance before turning back to Frankie. In all the years you’d known Frankie, through thick and thin, if he ever said something “wasn’t a big deal”, it was, in fact, a big fucking deal.

“What happened? Y’know, Statesman will give them a call if it’s about missing a drug test or somethin’. Ginger can get it sorted right out for you, Flyboy.”

Frankie shook his head and pressed down on the small bullseye tattoo on his left hand.

“It wasn’t a drug test.” His voice instinctually lowered to a whisper. “I thought I’d only be gone a day or two max and my boss was already pissed that I only gave him five day’s notice to do the gala job. I couldn’t guarantee when I’d be back, and he couldn’t find anyone to cover for me, so he let me go.”

He looked up at the two of you, eyebrows raised and he shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but the fear that tugged at the corners of his eyes betrayed him.

“Actually, it is kind of a big deal.” Frankie admitted while he fiddled with his glass and frowned. “As long as I can fly, I don’t really care what I do, but not many places are willing to look past my record.” He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the blossoming shame that stuck to his throat like molasses. “Benny’s been trying to get me to do a fight, might take him up on it to tide me over in between jobs with Pope.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Benny’s trying to get you to fight?”

“Yeah, I’ve been going to the gym to work out and help Benny train. Keeps me decent for when Pope needs me.” Frankie gave you a slight smile and barked out a little laugh. “You know me though, Halcón, I don’t like showing off or putting on a show. Besides, it’s fucking hard to ignore our training when it comes to sparring.”

You chuckled, remembering how he had put Davis in his place the day before.

“After yesterday, I think it’s safe to say you’re more than decent, Frankie.”

Frankie couldn’t help the smug grin that curled his lips. It was infectious, and your own smile quickly came to life. Jack’s did too, but one look at him told you that he hadn’t so easily forgotten about Frankie’s recent unemployment.

The waiter came out with your food and to check on your drinks. The three of you decided on another round.

“It works out since we have the mission to tend to, but you gotta tell us these kinds of things, Flyboy. Keeping it locked up inside your head isn’t gonna do anybody a lick of good. If there is one thing I have learned, it’s that nothing good comes from not communicating.”

Frankie nodded and adjusted in his seat. “It’s an adjustment, but it’s something I’m working on, that I want to work on.”

The waiter came back with your drinks then, and you could tell by the way Frankie was studying the ice cube in his glass that he was mentally preparing for what he was about to say.

“So… uh, speaking of communication, back at the safehouse, you tried talking to me about what had happened between us, and I’m sorry for mentally bailing on you both.” His gaze flitted over to Jack then back to you. “I was scared, and I know it’s a bullshit excuse. At first, I didn’t want you to regret what had happened, Halcón, and then lose you after just getting you back. But then sitting down and eating breakfast with you guys was… amazing.” Frankie’s eyes were far away and his voice wistful. He was recalling the domesticity of it all and how he had felt like it was something he would be content to do with you both for the rest of his life. “I know it was just breakfast, but it felt right, and as scared as I was and still am, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You noticed Frankie toying with his tattoo again before he continued.

“When I realized what you were starting to bring up, I panicked because as good as everything else felt, I tried a... thing with a couple up until six months ago and it... didn’t work out.”

You frowned and noticed the way Jack’s grip on his whiskey glass tightened. There was clearly more to that story, but that would be for another time.

“I shouldn’t have run away from you two though. I want to know what you want and expect. You know I’m shit at these things, Halcón, but I’m ready to put the work in.”

He was fidgeting with the silverware that sat next to his hand, and you gently placed your hand over his and squeezed his fingers comfortingly.

“It definitely wasn’t how we wanted to bring it up to you either, Frankie,” You chuckled a little, trying to ease his nerves. “I know it was a lot to try to take in, even under normal circumstances. We’ve been talking about adding a third person to our relationship for a while now,” Jack’s gaze was heavy on you and Frankie, a small smirk mirroring the hungry glint in his eyes. “With what we do, and the… things we like, it’s hard to find someone we trust. We want someone we can be ourselves around.” Your reassuring smile soothed Frankie, as you smoothed over his gun calloused hand with your thumb. “Above all else, we want someone we care about, who cares about us too.”

You paused to take a sip of your drink and make sure Frankie’s eyes weren’t glazed over in panic, but you were pleased to find he was listening intently.

“Jack already knows this, but I’ve had feelings for you, I’ve loved you for a while now, Fish, and I think you know that too. Things just never worked out.”

Frankie looked down and fought back the shame he felt rising. He knew a lot of ‘things not working out’ had to do with his addiction. Jack leaned forward and reached out, his finger lifting Frankie’s chin and forcing their gaze to meet.

“Now listen here, son, it ain’t just been you. We’ve been figuring ourselves out, too. Hell, I told you how I almost cost us millions of lives ‘cause of my own demons.” Jack’s eyes and lips were twisted by an empathetic pain he felt deep in his chest. He had an intimate understanding of the self-hatred and shame that echoed in Frankie’s eyes and he wanted nothing more than to assuage it. “We had planned on going down to Texas for your friend’s fight.” His thumb brushed over Frankie’s cheek soothingly. “The idea was that you and Bourbon could reconnect and we could see if you and I had chemistry.”

Frankie broke eye contact and swallowed thickly, a burning filled his chest as he breathed in Jack’s comforting scent mixed with the whiskey on his breath. Your heart swelled as you watched them. It wasn’t often that you saw Jack’s grounding, gentle yet firm side come out with other people, but it seemed to come naturally with Frankie.

“If I’m honest, I wanted you that first night after the gala.” Whiskey continued, his gaze falling to Frankie’s lips.“All I could think about was everything we’d done, how easy it was, and how good it felt.”

Regardless of whether or not they were drugged by Agent Red then, Jack’s husky, thick tone now reaffirmed that he still felt that way.

“That night after, I was stunned to be the person you called, but I’m glad I was able to be there for you.” Jack’s voice was tinged with disbelief and you felt an overwhelming emotion wash over you. While Frankie’s trust in Jack had been unexpected, a blind person could have seen it in the way they were together. A nervous smile tugged at the corner of Jack’s lips and he scoffed as he remembered that night. “Yeah, I was scared as all hell, but waking up with you in my arms that morning… well, the only thing better would have been if Bourbon was there with us.”

Frankie nodded and inhaled, as he tried to ground himself from the shame he had almost spiraled into. His own lips quirking to mirror Jack’s nervous smile. You set down your silverware and cupped Frankie’s jaw.

“As for what we want and are expecting, well, we want you, Frankie,” Your gaze searched over his eyes and face, looking for any sign of his fight or flight instincts kicking in like they had the other morning. “We’re all going to have to communicate, but you would be just as important to me as Jack is, and just as important to Jack as I am. It’s simple, but not easy.” It was an oversimplification but at the end of the day, that’s what it amounted to. You bit your lip nervously, you were unsure of how Frankie would react to this part, especially now that you knew that he had a bad experience with a previous couple. “We would all care for, love, and support each other, which will take work, but you’re the only person I could see us doing that with, Frankie.”

“I want this,” Frankie’s voice was soft at first. “Part of me has felt like the last few days have been too good to be true. I didn’t expect...” Frankie paused and gestured in the space between him and Jack, “this or trust to be so… easy with you, Jack.”

Jack scooted closer to you then brought his hand to cup Frankie’s cheek and smiled when he leaned into the touch, the unspoken mutual feeling radiating off of them both. After a moment, Jack let his hand drop to your thigh as he kissed your temple. Frankie moved closer to you, and you took the opportunity to lean into him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“And you know I- I love you too Halcón, I’ve… I’ve always had feelings for you.” His eyes shone with emotion as he carded his fingers through his hair nervously. After years of tamping down the words, he had finally said them out loud and he couldn’t help the grin they brought to his face “Hell, I dropped our helo a few feet to get Tom to stop staring at you when you had to change that one time.”

There was a wistful tone in the way he recounted the memory, and you let out a hearty chuckle, then slapped his arm.

“Fish, you still dropped the helo and scared the shit out of everyone!”

“You know, even then, I didn’t like people staring too long, hermosa. Tom was with Molly, and she was expecting. I just wanted to give the captain a little reminder, cariño.”

Frankie was the spitting image of the Cheshire Cat, and Jack chuckled into his whiskey glass at the sight.

“Now, I gotta side with Flyboy on this one, sweetheart, that’s fair.”

The three of you laughed, the heavy feeling at the table long gone, excitement filling its place. You all returned your attention to your respective dishes, the savory flavors pulling soft contented moans from all of you.

Your food had been devoured and your drinks were just about gone when you felt a shift in Frankie’s demeanor. His fingers trailed along your thigh under the table and his lips lingered on your neck in between kisses as he nuzzled you. A moan escaped your lips when his teeth grazed your tender skin, and you were grateful for the seclusion of the booth.

“I wanted you all day, Halcón,” Frankie murmured as he breathed you in, and Jack chuckled, then gave the waiter his card. You hadn’t even realized the waiter had returned.

“Easy, Flyboy, we should at least make it out of here before you make a mess of our girl. We can save that for another dinner.”

Jack smirked at Frankie while he pouted his lip out a bit, and your head spun when you realized what Jack was referring to. You and Jack had fooled around a bit in restaurants before, but the thought of both of them on you, teasing you, was torture.

The waiter came back with Jack’s card blessedly fast. He must have understood that the three of you had urgent plans to attend to after seeing Frankie attempting to practically devour you.

“C’mon, honey, if we don’t leave soon, I think our Flyboy is going to try to have you right here.”

Jack slid out of the booth and held his hand out for you, then chuckled while Frankie clambered out of the booth and adjusted himself as discreetly as he could.

Stan was leaning against the car, waiting with a smile on his face at the sight of the three of you, huddled close, both Jack and Frankie holding your hands.

Frankie barely restrained himself in the car. The three of you refused to send someone up to sit in the passenger seat, but the proximity meant that it was tantalizing how easy it would be to tease you.

Any remnants of self-control Frankie had disappeared after the three of you bid Stan a good night, and they had you in the elevator.

Frankie descended on you hungrily, crowding you against the elevator wall, his hand cradled your neck and jaw as he kissed you deeply. Your moans echoed off of the walls and it was like Frankie was trying to replace your oxygen with his need for you.

“Easy, Flyboy, take your time.” Jack growled as he came up behind Frankie and kissed his neck, making him shudder.

“I was in charge this morning, but tonight, we’ll follow your lead, Flyboy.”

Jack’s words pulled a moan and then a growled “fuck” from Frankie as he reached around and palmed the bulge in Frankie’s slacks. Your hand brushed against Jack’s as you brought your hands to start unbuttoning Frankie’s shirt. The elevator doors dinged before you could get further than a few buttons. Frankie’s kisses were ruinous on your fine motor control.

The three of you were a mess of tangled limbs and need as you made your way from the elevator and into Jack’s condo.

You barely made it inside before Frankie was on you again, his hands just as greedy in their exploration of your body as his tongue was of your mouth. Everything was new, yet familiar.

You had already felt his touch, heard his moans, and come undone for him, but it was like you were experiencing it all for the first time again. Unfiltered and unadulterated, it was somehow even better than when you were under the haze of Agent Red.

Frankie rested his forehead against yours, your shared breath hot and heavy against each other. Jack grunted, and Frankie smiled as he turned to kiss Jack with just as much passion and enthusiasm as he had you.

You took advantage of their distracted state and resumed unbuttoning Frankie’s shirt, the need to feel more of his hot skin beneath your fingertips driving your movements. Jack’s whine brought your attention back to them just in time to see Frankie thread his fingers through Jack’s hair. He tugged back sharply, exposing his neck where you finally saw more of the hickey you had caught glimpses of throughout the day. The sight of Frankie adding another to Jack’s neck, bending your cowboy to his will, sent heady arousal straight to your belly.

You sank to your knees, the last button of Frankie’s shirt undone, and you pushed it out of your way so you could kiss your way over his soft tummy.

Jack’s hand found your hair and pushed you down further. Smirking, and taking the less than subtle hint, you mouthed Frankie’s hard cock, still trapped in his slacks.

“Shit!” Frankie choked out from above you, making you preen and moan into the wet spot that outlined his arousal. Frankie’s hand joined Jack’s in your hair, gripping it while he ground the rough fabric of his trousers against your tongue and cheek.

A whimper left your lips. As much as you loved this, the feeling of their hands in your hair, Frankie’s self-control hanging by a thread. You needed more. You looked up to see Frankie and Jack staring down at you. Both of their gazes were hungry and dark.

Frankie’s grip on your hair tightened then slackened and he took a step back. “Bedroom, cariño, now.” His voice was raw with need, and you loved the authority in his tone.

You stood up and made your way to Jack’s room, looking back to see Frankie and Jack, hand-in-hand, not far behind you. The change in scenery refocused Frankie. His movements were no longer feverish as he let go of Jack’s hand and shrugged his shirt off. Jack steadied you from behind, hands cupping your hips while Frankie went about unbuttoning your blouse with deft fingers.

The moment Frankie tugged your blouse off, Jack kissed and nibbled on the newly exposed skin of your shoulder. Jack’s hands ghosted around to your back and undid your black lace bra, tossing it to the side. Frankie moaned appreciatively and cupped your breast. His mouth teased your nipple while Jack tweaked the other with his fingers. The sensations of Jack’s lips, his fingers, and Frankie’s mouth were simultaneously overwhelming yet comforting, and you felt like you were floating.

“Lay down on the bed, sweetheart,” Jack murmured. His honeyed voice sang through your bliss and into your awareness. Your eyes fluttered open, and you hummed in acknowledgment, then laid down towards the middle of the bed. Frankie tsked and gripped your thighs, then tugged you closer to the edge with one strong pull so that your legs dangled off the side.

You yelped in surprise, and your boys smiled adoringly down at you.

Jack quickly unbuttoned your pants, then tugged them down your legs and off, along with your panties. The soft kisses he planted from the tops of your thighs down to your knees paired deliciously with the coarseness of his mustache as he took his time, showing his adoration of you. You sighed contentedly, then looked down at him and found his eyes shining back at you in awe, a breath-taking, loving smile on his lips. He’s gorgeous, and you’re made painfully aware of the fact that he’s wearing the most of the three of you.

“You’re overdressed, cowboy,” you tease.

Frankie had shucked the rest of his clothes while Jack was tending to you, your eyes flickered to him when he took Jack’s hand in his own and tugged Jack to face him. He kissed Jack tenderly as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of Jack’s trousers and palmed him greedily. Jack’s breath hitched, and Frankie held him close with a firm hand at the back of his neck. The room was heavy with sexual tension and you ran a finger through your folds in an attempt to relieve the ache there. You were surprised at how wet you were already.

“She’s right, get undressed. I want your cock in our girl’s mouth while I fuck her tonight.”

A fresh wave of arousal hit you and went straight to your cunt when you heard Jack’s sharp intake of breath. The contrast between the tender kiss he and Frankie shared and the way sinful commands and promises rolled off of Frankie’s tongue with ease and authority made him moan.

Your whine brought their attention back to you, and Frankie took Jack’s place between your legs with a small smirk.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Halcón?”

Your fingers halted in their movements and fell to your sides, intertwining in the sheets.

“Patience, mi amor.” Frankie murmured as he sank to his knees while his fingers ghosted over your thighs, following the same trail Jack had kissed his way down. He nuzzled your curls, drinking in your scent, his hot breath tantalizingly close to where you wanted him.

“I’ve wanted this, wanted you for so long, Halcón.”

You squirmed, needing more than just the whisper of a promise of his touch. Your sharp gasp and Jack's moan filled the air when Frankie gave your cunt a quick slap.

“Stay still, you’ll take what we give you, hermosa.”

Frankie looked up at you with a mischievous light in his eyes, then glanced to his side where Jack stood, and jerked his chin.

“Jack, get behind her and make sure she behaves.”

Jack smiled and sat behind you, framing your thighs with his own. His cock twitched against your back, one of his hands splayed over your stomach and the other cupped your breast possessively as he held you against his chest.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Frankie’s voice was thick with emotion as his eyes met yours, and you both moaned when he dragged a finger through your slick.

“Damn, baby, you’re so fucking wet already.”

Frankie dipped his finger inside of you, then flattened his tongue against your clit, and you cried out, sweet desperate relief to finally feel his mouth on your core. You desperately wanted to grip Frankie’s hair and hold him to you, to take your pleasure from him as his tongue replaced his finger and delved inside of you. His moan was a low guttural thing as he tasted you, and Jack chuckled, knowing what was going through Frankie’s mind.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Halcón.”

“Sweeter than a Georgia peach, and damn if she ain’t the best I’ve ever tasted, Flyboy.”

Frankie hummed in agreement and pumped his finger back inside you, adding a second, then he surged forward to kiss Jack. Their moans as Jack tasted you on Frankie’s lips glistening with your arousal made the coil in your belly tighten impossibly further. Frankie kissed you, letting you taste yourself too, then kissed his way back down your body until he was on his knees before you. Each kiss was reverent as he silently worshipped you and your body.

Frankie and Jack seemed to be on the same wavelength as Jack’s fingers teased your nipples in tandem with Frankie’s mouth and fingers.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?”

Jack’s voice was husky in your ear as you strained against his grip on your hip. You were very nearly beyond forming words, but managed to pull yourself together enough to answer.

“Yes!”

“I’ll bet if you ask him real nice, our Flyboy might let you cum.”

Your moan was sinful, and a rambling fountain of words spilled from your mouth.

“Please, Frankie! Please, I need-”

“Please what? ¿Qué quieres? Dime.”

“You, Frankie! Need you both to fuck me!”

Your pleading was music to Jack and Frankie’s ears.

“Mmm, that’s it darlin’, begging for us all pretty like a good girl.” Jack’s mustache teased at your ear as he nipped at your earlobe.

“Soon, baby,” Frankie promised, then kissed your thigh. “I’m gonna make you cum on my tongue first.”

Jack and Frankie’s words were like liquid fire in your veins. Frankie’s fingers drew another moan from you and stoked the fire that was consuming you even higher.

“Listen to yourself, Halcón. All of those pretty little noises you’re making, your gorgeous cunt, they’re ours. Just for me and Jack, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes! Both of yours!”

Frankie’s fingers found the spot inside you that tugged at your soul, and made you see stars. Your own supernova.

“That’s it, querida. C’mon, cum for us, soak my fingers. Wanna taste you when you cum.”

The three of you were absolutely drunk on the sexual energy in the room, and Frankie’s words were your undoing. Jack’s mouth captured yours and devoured your cry of pleasure when you came. Frankie’s moan was obscene as you soaked him, and he drank as much of you as he could while he coaxed you through your high. He didn’t stop until you whined, oversensitive and limp in Jack’s strong, comforting arms. Jack cooed praises in your ear and nuzzled your cheek. Frankie stood up with a bit of a groan and took your face in his hands gently.

“Are you okay, baby?”

The love and adoration in Frankie’s eyes made your heart sing. You were more than ok. The essence of your heart was pressed firmly against your back and cupping your cheeks. It was as if you were soaring, and there, in that moment, with your heart, your boys, on either side of you, you felt whole, complete.

“I’m more than okay, Frankie.” You sighed then tugged on his shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss with a bliss-drunk smile.

“Can we have you?”

There was a deep tenderness in his eyes, and you sighed when Jack kissed your temple. It made you fall in love with both of them all over again.

“Please,” you murmured, and Jack scooted back further on the bed until his back rested against the headboard. He moaned as he gave his neglected cock a few quick strokes.

“C’mere sweetheart, been thinking about that pretty mouth all day.”

You turned and crawled over to him, and heard Frankie mutter behind you.

“Mierda, you’re beautiful, baby.”

“Our beautiful baby girl,” Jack echoed as you took him in your mouth, tongue fluttering around the head of his cock and teasing the weeping slit.

The bed dipped as Frankie knelt and positioned himself behind you. He ran the head of his cock along your folds, lubricating himself with your cum before he slowly started to inch inside of you. Your moan vibrated around Jack’s cock, wrenching a curse from Jack’s lips.

Frankie leaned over your back and enveloped you with his presence while he waited for you to adjust to his size. Your velvet warmth gripped him tight as he rested his forehead on your shoulder and began to slowly grind into you. Jack grunted, then moaned when you started to bob up and down his cock.

“Do you know how long I waited, how much I wanted you… fuck, how much I want you, Halcón? How scared I was after that night?” Frankie wrapped an arm underneath you, his forearm braced against your chest and gripped your shoulder to support you and hold you in place.

“And somehow, you’re ours, but fuck, I’m yours too, baby. Yours and Jack’s… Shit.”

His voice was a raspy moan, thick with need, devotion, and love. He slides in and out of you slowly, trying to make it last, but after all of his teasing and edging you, neither he nor Jack were going to make it for much longer.

It felt like Frankie was trying to plant himself deep in your soul with each slow, powerful snap of his hips; as if he didn’t already have a permanent place there.

To anyone else it might have looked obscene, Frankie clinging to your frame as he slowly rutted into you while his love drunk gaze was locked with Jack’s. Your throat accommodated Jack’s girth, and your tongue swirled around him while you cradled his balls in your hand. Jack moaned while he cupped Frankie’s cheek, his chest wound tight with the emotion that hung above the three of you and connected you.

To anyone else, it was vulgar, but to you, to the three of you, it was like finally finding home.

Whiskey came with a muttered curse and a low groan. You swallowed as much of his load as you could as Jack rode out his high, his eyes rolled back, brow furrowed and lip pulled in between his teeth.

Frankie was desperate to make you cum again before he did. His fingers found your clit, and he set a pace slightly faster than his thrusts. He turned your head so that your lips could meet and he licked and kissed away what you missed of Jack’s cum.

The salty taste on your lips, still sweet from your drinks at dinner, were what finally pushed Frankie over the edge. He came with a guttural cry and bit your shoulder. The bite caught you by surprise and sent you hurtling off the ledge with him, his hips continuing to thrust lightly into you as he filled you.

You pulsed around his oversensitive cock in the aftershocks of your orgasm and pulled soft, pained whimpers from his lips, but he did his best to stay inside you so you could ride out your high.

Frankie slipped out of you with a quiet groan, and you flopped to one side of Jack while Frankie took the other, the three of you completely spent. With a groan you rolled out of bed, ignoring the displeased grunts of your boys, and mumbled that you needed to go to the bathroom.

When you walked back into the room you couldn’t help but smile. Frankie looked like he was fast asleep, tucked under Jack’s arm, and Jack’s heavy lidded eyes looked like they were losing the battle against sleep as he turned off the other condo lights with his phone. You turned your bedside lamp off, then took your spot on Jack’s free side and sighed.

“Love you both.”

Your voice was a whisper in the darkness, met by Jack’s own soft echo. There was quiet for a moment, and you figured Frankie had fallen asleep, only to hear his own mumbled response before you fell asleep.

“Les amo.”

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