I’ve been inspired to write a little bit again, seeing some of my favourite writers return within the last few weeks with some wonderful fics cough @taelonsamada cough @dominimoonbeam
So here is a ridiculously ridiculously late fic I wrote for the absolutely wonderful @romirola. I cannot apologise more for the wait on this I’m awful but I hope you still enjoy it and I’m so excited to get caught up on your Mulan fic!!
It’s early days Milo/Sweetheart, hurt/comfort and some small confessions.
Words: 2,824
It is a light fic but please check the tags for any trigger warnings if you are feeling kind enough to read!!
Nobody had wanted this job.
Sweetheart hadn’t been surprised when their co-workers had snubbed their noses at it, not even chancing the file a second glance.
Capturing a low-life drug dealer wasn’t exactly unusual for the Department, nor was it a large achievement. Certainly not a task you should waste your time on, if you could help it.
But Sweetheart couldn’t help their curiosity getting the better of them. They’d always had a thing for the underdog.
Besides, their priority would always be to keep Dahlia safe, even if they had to push down their competitive nature to remember that sometimes.
Picking up the abandoned file and taking it to their desk, Sweetheart prepared for the usual. A man seen around parking lots leaning through car windows or a woman spending suspicious amounts of time in club bathrooms. It had only taken them a few sips of coffee and a skim read of the first page however, to realise that the summary of the case had been deceiving.
A new drug. One that enhanced your core, giving empowered people more energy to use their abilities. The perp, a young Sonal-Energetic, estimated to be between 5’9-5’11 and in his early 20’s, had been photographed around academies in Dahlia, dealing to college athletes.
There was no possible way that this man had singularly created and distributed this drug.
He was the bottom of the food chain, hunched posture and frequenting the same places, not markers of an experienced criminal.
‘Easy pickings’ as their superior would say, and if Sweetheart could be the one to arrest and question him then they’d be first choice for taking down the rest of the operation.
Sure, arresting a drug dealer wasn’t a career defining moment.
The attainment of taking down an entire empowered drug ring however, just might be.
This is actually a really good perspective and explains why the MCU is the way it is. It is essentially one-off entertainment without the backup of DVD sales (of course Disney being Disney it is still backed up by massive merchandise and spin off sales). The movie is designed to be “disposable”. The rewatch value is low because it’s not intended to be sold on DVD for people to treasure and rewatch every year at Christmas (or whenever) with family. The idea is to generate hype, through manufacturing controversy or teases or gossip. Keeping spoilers under wrap is integral because the rewatch value is negligible. It hinges on surprise or shock (or wtf value) to entice audiences to give up their money to see it in theatres. It is about spectacle, about being loud and colourful and busy, so that for the first 30 minutes after you walk out your senses are still buzzing and you feel like that was worth your $30 or however much. It takes a while for your brain to come back online after the sensory overload to then try to pick apart the plot, and by that stage it doesn’t matter, you’ve already hyped it up to your friends.
And the story or characterisation doesn’t matter because no one is watching that again to care.
ALL OF THIS. Shows are given no chance anymore. Everything is about easy money with little risk, and nothing important ever comes to us that way. Which is why this is the age of fanfiction and YouTube creators.
David loves the height difference between him and Angel. He loves being able to tower over them and fully envelope them, and it makes him happy that he can keep them safe.
Angel still waits for David to come home every night. David initially gently told them not to, as they’d always end up falling asleep in weird positions that left them sore, but eventually he gave up after seeing how stubborn they were about it. It gives him another reason to look forward to coming home - so he can take them to bed and see the way they curl up into him in his arms, still half asleep.
On days Angel is tired or had a rough day, David could always tell. He’d cuddle with them on the couch and let them play minecraft and ramble about their day. He’s developed a liking for that game now, as it’s something that helps them relax.
He loves the way Angel would always turn in his direction when he walks into the room. The bright smile that lit up their face every time ignites fireworks in his core. He can never resist, and would always walk up to them and give them a kiss before doing whatever he planned to do.
Angel has definitely pretended to stay asleep even as the car came to a stop in front of their house, just so that David could carry them in. The smile on their face would give them away, and David would always notice and let out a chuckle, kissing them on the forehead.
Angel now comes home with flowers to give to David every other month, even if there’s no special event or anniversary in particular. David now has a few vases around the house, and he’d prep them and display them. David gives them flowers too, so their home end up filled with them all year ‘round.
When David picks Angel up they always wrap their legs around his waist, holding onto him like a koala bear. David holds them up with one hand. (He strong)
Somehow David can perfectly recreate a dance after seeing it just once. It’s unfair. Angel would show him the most recent tik tok dance trend (eg the samba whisk), and he’d do it perfectly first go.
I love how everyone’s freaking about how happy Sam sounds in the foolsiverse. The fact that the setting of the audio is so close to Sam’s HBS 23. Grinding on each other in the club and Sam’s lack of dancing skills included. Got me thinking about how it reflects with canon!
What are the main differences between the two?
🩷 Sam’s maker is Vincent
🩷 William doesn’t seem to be in the picture
🩷 Sam is a healer
🩷 Darlin’ is proudly part of the pack when they meet
AND WHAT HAS CHANGED SINCE HIM AND DARLIN GOT TOGETHER IN CANON?!!
Sam’s leaving the Solaire house WITH Vincent and is returning to healing as his profession. Darlin’ has returned to the pack and both them and Sam are a big part of it.
They are finding their happiest versions together, despite all of the fucked up shit. I love them I love them I love them.
A little Darlin’ fic draft for ya as an apology for my latest absence
Set during their early days on the channel aka their ‘suicide mission’
Also it’s unedited sorry I’m tired like, always lol
Tw: violence, injury
You shouldn’t have been shocked by it, the vampire had chosen to keep Quinns companionship for years, of course she was fucked in the head.
Pulling and slicing you apart like a ragdoll as you struggled to regain your footing. Not your best performance, but you made it out.
Keeping a weapon on you is only useful if you’ve got a good grip and God knows you’ve never been able to let go.
That vampire’s dagger protection had just as quickly become her undoing, as you’d shifted from under her grasp and unarmed her. Blindly punching and pulling as you quite literally fell apart.
A jagged cut down the entire length of your spine.
It was new. You had that to thank her for at least. That bruised ache across your body had become numb to you, boring almost. This, this stung like a bitch.
You’d tried to glue it. Reaching behind you to pull and stick your skin together like you were something out of a Tim Burton movie. Each time you joined your shoulder blades in search of healing, you just ended up ruining what had already been mended. Your flesh tearing apart over and over again despite your efforts to accomplish the opposite.
You weren’t sure where this tolerance to pain of yours had come from. You still remembered the first time you’d gotten sick without your mother there and although loathe to admit it, all you wanted was her side to nuzzle in and her sweet voice, however hoarse it had become over the years, to tell you it was all going to be okay. That the bad feeling would have an end.
Now, you couldn’t recognise yourself without hurt. Because that pain was the only thing keeping you present, keeping you from fading behind that flaming anger you’d tended since you were young.
The fever continued to creep up around you, an embrace. Not quite your mothers but as warm as it. A body’s way of telling one to slow down, only urging you further to figure out where to go next.
Love how the Shaw Pack timeline starts with ‘Sam is born’
Because, yes, that man is so important to the pack - he’s saved them, he’s loved them, he’s brought more people into the pack, he contributes to both to their physical and mental healing journey and THATS HIS FAMILY
A little Darlin’ fic draft for ya as an apology for my latest absence
Set during their early days on the channel aka their ‘suicide mission’
Also it’s unedited sorry I’m tired like, always lol
Tw: violence, injury
You shouldn’t have been shocked by it, the vampire had chosen to keep Quinns companionship for years, of course she was fucked in the head.
Pulling and slicing you apart like a ragdoll as you struggled to regain your footing. Not your best performance, but you made it out.
Keeping a weapon on you is only useful if you’ve got a good grip and God knows you’ve never been able to let go.
That vampire’s dagger protection had just as quickly become her undoing, as you’d shifted from under her grasp and unarmed her. Blindly punching and pulling as you quite literally fell apart.
A jagged cut down the entire length of your spine.
It was new. You had that to thank her for at least. That bruised ache across your body had become numb to you, boring almost. This, this stung like a bitch.
You’d tried to glue it. Reaching behind you to pull and stick your skin together like you were something out of a Tim Burton movie. Each time you joined your shoulder blades in search of healing, you just ended up ruining what had already been mended. Your flesh tearing apart over and over again despite your efforts to accomplish the opposite.
You weren’t sure where this tolerance to pain of yours had come from. You still remembered the first time you’d gotten sick without your mother there and although loathe to admit it, all you wanted was her side to nuzzle in and her sweet voice, however hoarse it had become over the years, to tell you it was all going to be okay. That the bad feeling would have an end.
Now, you couldn’t recognise yourself without hurt. Because that pain was the only thing keeping you present, keeping you from fading behind that flaming anger you’d tended since you were young.
The fever continued to creep up around you, an embrace. Not quite your mothers but as warm as it. A body’s way of telling one to slow down, only urging you further to figure out where to go next.
I don’t want Angel to be latent. I love them how they are, they’re so cool Like imp!angel was literally executed because imp!Damien could not handle them being a badass.
Them being an unempowered alphas mate is hot and important
fuck listeners that overwork themselves, gimme a listener that can never get shit done. gimme a listener that struggles to get out of bed because the thought of doing things is so physically exhausting. gimme a listener who cannot and will not do work until someone drags their ass to their desk and tries to help them focus. gimme a listener with executive dysfunction
for those telling me about treasure, i honestly don’t know shit about them since i haven’t listened to porter’s playlist at all LMAO
origamiaround
blakekathryn
kaledo-art
dailybridgerton
stormborns
turnnoffyourmind
discoholicmusic
yousharknotpass
baratheonpilled
