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A Dish Best Served Messy: Chapter 1-3 (Patreon Preview)

DISCLAIMER: This Patreon exclusive series contains diaper usage, weight gain, babyfication, humiliation, domination, shrinking, masturbation/diaper sex, hypermessing, anal play, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Co-Written By: LittlePissy

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CHAPTER 1

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” chanted Alyssa and Karley, each with giant smiles on their faces as they watched their friends, Morgan and Sawyer, go head to head in beer shotgunning, their favorite pre-game ritual.

Staring across the room at Morgan, Sawyer was determined to one-up her rival for once. Having never won against the group’s ring leader in all their years of bitter friendship, her eyes always went red when even the slightest mention of competition came up. With her modest C-cup boobs and naturally wavy hair, someone like her shouldn’t have had so much intense jealousy within her. But when you’re “friends'' with Morgan, those feelings just occur so naturally.

Standing tall in opposition with her buxom D-cups and the curves that could turn a priest’s eyes, Morgan was cool, calm, and collected as she blocked out everything around her, focusing only on the task at hand. Not that she was incredibly worried. No one could suck 'em’ dry like her after all. Ingesting slurp after slurp of the hardy stout, her tongue finally tasted air as she finished off her can. She then proceeded to toss the can onto the ground and stomp on it with a victorious smile on her face.

“And we have a winner!” shouted Alyssa, rushing over to Morgan’s side to hold her arm up as if she’d just survived 12 rounds with Mike Tyson. With a cheeky grin, she then reached over with her other hand and gave Morgan’s massive tit a big squeeze, “A BIG winner, no less.”

Morgan reacted with faux outrage, completely used to Alyssa’s shenanigans. “Hey hey! Stop squishing the merchandise!” laughed Morgan, pushing Alyssa’s hands away playfully.

Sawyer, standing alone on the opposite side of the room, removed the can from her mouth, dejected to have lost yet again. However, unlike most nights where she’d fly off the handle in a fit of rage from her loss, she instead took a deep breath and set herself down on the nearby couch. “Congrats, Morgan,” she said, doing her best to hide the venom that coated her tongue as she watched Morgan, jealous that she was once again having her tits fondled so brazenly.

Morgan approached Sawyer, stumbling slightly as she walked. “BUUUUUUURRP! Thanks, Sawyer,” she responded, completely disregarding the fact that she burped directly in Sawyer’s face. Plopping down on the couch next to her best frienemy, she placed her arm around Sawyer's shoulder and kicked her feet up, “Don’t be so down, you’re wrecking the mood. At least you’re still better than Karley.”

Sawyer playfully pushed Morgan’s hand off of her. “Gee, thaaaaanks. Too bad that’s not much of a high bar,” she said, causing everyone to chuckle at Karley’s expense.

“Hey, no fair! You know I get tummy aches!” yelled Karley in her own defense, causing the girls' laughter to only grow louder and more intense.

Leaning her head back and stretching out her arms, Morgan relaxed on the couch, finding that her tummy was feeling a bit funny after chugging that first beer. She wasn’t worried, however, as she was known for her iron-clad stomach, never having once thrown up before. “Well, Karley, you’ll have all day tomorrow to practice at the beach. Tommy and the boys said they’re bringing a shit ton of beer,” she said, already feeling excited to try on her new bikini for her boy toy.

Smirking, Morgan watched Sawyer shift uncomfortably at the sheer mention of her big, buff, boyfriend, “And don’t be thinking of yourself as a seventh wheel,” she said, nudging Sawyer with her elbow, “Just you wait, we’ll help you find a boy to play with at the beach tomorrow. Summertime means lots of new hotties coming to the beach.”

“Yeah, and lots of dudes looking for one-night stands with out-of-town college girls,” said Sawyer, rolling her eyes at Morgan’s faux pity. Still, she refused to let Morgan get to her. In just a few minutes, her plan would be in motion, a thought that filled her with unbridled ecstasy.

Grabbing a beer for herself, Karley sat down in a plush chair and cracked her can open. Looking around, she couldn’t believe how fancy this house was, especially in comparison to her small rental house that was overrun with adult baby paraphernalia thanks to her job as a part-time diaper dominatrix. “Seriously Alyssa, thanks for letting us stay at your dad’s place over the weekend,” she said, before tipping back her can, only to choke softly from drinking too fast a moment later.

“Yeah, thanks and all, but I was meaning to ask you. What’s with the giant pacifier statue out front?” asked Morgan as she pointed through the front window towards a giant carved statue of a binky that was placed front and center in front of the oceanside mansion.

Giggling, Alyssa answered, “Oh, lol-omega-lol, my dad’s a higher-up in CrissBaby Diaper Company. Apparently, he oversees new product development and testing or something dumb like that.”

“He got any freebies I can snag?” joked Karley half-seriously. Diapers were expensive, after all, even with the amount she was charging her clients.

Scoffing, Morgan opened another beer and rolled her eyes. “Well, honestly, I think it’s super tacky and kinda creepy,” she said, fully unaware that she was bringing down the mood in the entire room, “Like, it’s a fucking binky. I know people are cool with diaper wearers now and whatever but do they need to be so in your face about it?”

The other three girls all chuckled along half-heartedly, never wanting Morgan to believe for a second that any of them harbored any resentment whatsoever. Shooting knowing looks at one another, they watched strategically as Morgan tipped back her beer, knowing that soon, Morgan’s reign of terror would finally be over.

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“Are you sure this stuff’s gonna work?” said Sawyer, who was already skeptical of entrusting her revenge plan to Alyssa and Karley.

“It has to!” said Alyssa confidently, “My dad said this stuff is so gnarly that not even the paid product testers wanna try it.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it up!” said Karley, her anticipation growing.

Opening the small, padded box, Sawyer reached in and lifted out a small vial containing a glowing pink liquid. “Bring me the baby bottle,” she said sternly, prompting Alyssa to rush the bottle over. Carefully, Sawyer poured the concoction into the bottle filled with CrissBaby Baby Formula and watched as the milk took on a light pink hue.

“Is it done?” asked Karley, turning to Sawyer, who then turned to Alyssa.

Nodding her head, Alyssa said, “Once we feed it to Morgan, she’s gonna be the center of attention for a whole different reason.” The girls all giggled manically.

“This’ll teach that bitch for sleeping with our boyfriends,” said Karley, getting a nod of agreement from Alyssa. The two scorned girls were more than happy to join Sawyer on her quest after she told them all about Morgan’s philandering.

Meanwhile, Sawyer was keeping quiet as she let the two girls feed into their own anger. So what if she wasn’t being entirely truthful when she told Karley and Alyssa about Morgan’s infidelity? One white lie in the face of everything Morgan had done to her was nothing. At last, years of torment and being one-upped constantly by her adversary were at an end.

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“Do you think I should use the tanning oil with SPF 5 or 15? I wanna keep my tan absolutely perfect!” asked Morgan to the group while keeping her eyes focused on her expertly tanned skin.

Rolling her eyes, Sawyer dutifully answered, “I’d go with SPF 15. Your tan is already so perfect anyway.” Internally, she cringed, hoping that her sudden helpfulness wasn’t going to tip Morgan off.

Luckily, Morgan was much too self-absorbed to pay much attention. “Hmmm…SPF 5 it is!” she said gleefully as she knelt down and placed the tanning oil in her beach bag. Standing back up, however, she felt the gravity of the alcohol she’d been gulping down since she arrived at Alyssa’s dad’s place. Placing her hand on the table, she thought back to how many beers she’d pre-gamed with, knowing for a fact that she’d only had three so far. Nowhere near enough to get her this lit.

Sensing Morgan’s growing unease, Sawyer grabbed another beer from the hidden pack she had slid under the couch and offered it over to Morgan. “You want another one?” asked Sawyer, knowing that Morgan’s ego would never let her turn it down.

Sure enough, despite all the warning signs, Morgan forced a fake smile and took another beer from Sawyer, fully unaware of the muscle relaxants she was ingesting. Cracking the can open and tipping it back for a few big gulps, she hoped that the ice-cold beer would soothe her senses. Unfortunately, it only made things worse as the room began to spin around her. “H-Hey, guyth…I fink…somefings wong,” she said, as her body slumped back onto the couch, leaning against Sawyer in the process.

*hsssssssssssss*

Feeling a warmth growing around her butt and hearing the faint hiss of someone peeing, Sawyer knew exactly what was happening. She wasn’t exactly thrilled that Morgan was urinating on her, but this would only add to the humiliation. Biting her tongue, she waited for a few extra seconds, knowing the larger the mess, the deeper the embarrassment. Looking over at the expression on Morgan’s face, she clearly had no idea what she was doing, making this moment all the sweeter.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Sawyer got her game face on. She sprang up from the couch quickly, causing Morgan to slump over into her own piss puddle. “Oh my fucking god! Did you just fucking wet yourself?!” she screamed, drawing Karley and Alyssa’s eyes to the situation at hand, both of whom had growing smiles on their faces as they watched the fruits of their plan begin to ripen.

Scrambling away from the wet couch, Morgan threw herself to the floor with no idea that she was still mid-accident. The front of her clothes were completely soaked by this point, bringing confused and terrified tears to the corner of her eyes. She’d never been so drunk that she’d wet herself before, and it wasn’t an experience she ever hoped to repeat. Trying to lift herself up from her newest puddle forming around her on the carpet, she found that her body was no longer listening to her, leaving her stranded in the middle of the floor.

Sawyer, Alyssa, and Karley stood over Morgan, each with sadistically vengeful looks in their eyes. “Well, girls, I’d say step one was a smashing success,” said Sawyer, bending down to pat Morgan on the only dry spot she had visible. She then proceeded to place a set of medical gloves on and roll the delirious girl onto her back, “Alright, time for step two.”

Together, the three girls proceeded to strip Morgan naked. “H-Huh? W-Whad are…you…” was all she could sputter out. In the back of her mind, the only part of her still conscious it seemed, she was a bit grateful to be freed from the damp clothing, but that relief was counterbalanced by being fully nude in front of her fully-dressed friends. She blushed, flopping her arms upward towards her face in a futile attempt to hide herself.

Grabbing her arms and throwing them to her sides, Sawyer hovered her face directly over Morgan’s. “Well, well, well, isn’t this quite the predicament,” she said, placing a gentle hand on the drunken girl’s hair and patting it softly, “Hmm…remind me, Morgan. What was it you once told me…oh yes! Little girls who can’t control their bladder need to be diapered.

With her eyes widening in horror, Morgan may have been practically numb from the alcohol by this point, but she had no intentions of letting Sawyer, or anyone else for that matter, diaper her like some drooling baby. And yet, she could do nothing more than lay prone on the ground motionless while Karley produced a large diaper from her bag and began to unfold it. “So, who wants to do their honors?”

Placing her arms around Alyssa and Karley’s shoulders, Sawyer's smug grin grew a mile wide as she looked down at Morgan, who was so helpless that it was almost too much. Shifting the eyes to the girls at her sides, she stated gleefully, “You know, I think it’s only fitting that we all do it together.”

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CHAPTER 2

Propped up on her knees, 15-year-old Morgan stared down at her prey, straddling the younger girl’s torso while keeping her arms pinned down. “I warned you once and I warned you twice, sticking your tongue out at me isn’t very nice,” she rhymed in a sing-songy tone, enjoying the superiority she felt, “I think I have just the punishment in mind for a little brat like you.”

Looking up at her tormentor, the younger girl in question, Sawyer, squirmed beneath her, furious that someone only two and a half years older than her had the audacity to treat her like she was a child. She was twelve, for Pete’s sake. Of course, her pedantic parents would never trust her enough to stay home alone. And they just so happened to hire the biggest bully in the town too! Morgan was notorious to every middle schooler in town, boys and girls alike, known for orchestrating the most embarrassing pranks and punishments she could come up with. She’d enter a room and kids would scatter, terrified that they’d end up her next target. And, as luck would have it, her mom and Sawyer’s mom happened to be neighborhood besties.

This meant Sawyer got to grow up with Morgan pretending to be the older sister that she never really wanted. Thankfully, her parents moved across town when she was nine and she saw Morgan a lot less, mostly during the occasional weekend visit.

Sawyer thought she was in the clear, having been Morgan’s favorite target for years. An assumption that was proven false one fateful Halloween night. Her parents were going out to a big costume party and, despite Sawyer’s reasonable protests, they still insisted she have a babysitter just in case until she was in high school. Typically, her sitter was on the older side, usually a grandmother type. However, as luck would have it, all of the usual sitters were tied up with prior engagements.

Enter Morgan, whose mom was accompanying Sawyer’s parents to the party. Even as a young freshman in high school, she looked like she could be a model with how attractive she was, a fact that only drove Sawyer’s jealousy towards the girl. Her own modest, slightly goth appearance was a near-perfect contrast to the preppy JV cheerleader.

From the moment Sawyer’s parents stepped out of the house, a war was heating up between the two girls. Being told that she was in charge, Morgan took this as the opportunity to show off the worst of her egotistical personality, attempting to order Sawyer around for her sadistic amusement.

Sawyer, who was angsty enough to her own parents, was certainly never going to take Morgan’s crap lying down. She didn’t care that her mom had told her to behave and listen to Morgan, like hell she was gonna be playing servant and court jester to an adolescent tyrant. Unfortunately, her bratty, defiant behavior would only make this night go so much worse.

Though, not even Sawyer would have predicted that tonight, Morgan would do something so terrifyingly cruel. Something that would stick with Sawyer for years to come.

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“Hey, Sawyer, don’t be shy! Look up at the camera!”

Morgan flinched awake, her eyelids fluttering open slightly before reclosing. They were so heavy that she could hardly pry them up for even a crack. In spite of the fact that she had been sleeping, she was positioned fully upright. Pulling her arms, she could tell that they were tied behind her back. Not only that, but her feeble attempts to call for help were thwarted by something round and rubbery jammed into her mouth.

“That’s a good girl, you’re making your babysitter so proud! Yes, you are!”

Scouring her brain, Morgan tried to remember any details she could from prior to passing out, but all she could remember was pregaming at home with her friends. When she left or what bars she went to were complete mysteries. If she got drugged by some asshole while out at a bar, she had no memory of it.

“Doesn’t that feel so much better? Go on, give the camera a good look at what you did.”

Suddenly, Morgan’s ears focused on the dialogue that was happening around her. She’d hoped maybe she could learn something about her captors by listening in, but as the voice continued to speak, it became clear exactly whose voice it was.

“Oh my goodness, you’re still not done?! I’m not sure that diaper can handle another load!”

There was no mistaking it. Morgan was listening to a recording of her own voice. And not just any recording. It was the sound from a video that she could never forget for as long as she lived. Halloween 2015; a night that she considered to be her magnum opus of punishments.

Muscling her eyes open with everything she had, Morgan came face to face with the very same video. Displayed on a home theater projection screen were the fruits of Morgan’s labor, shown in all its high-definition glory.

Centered on screen, Sawyer was down on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably as she proceeded to show off a lumpy, brown-stained diaper. The fart sounds, the slimy fecal noises, and the symphony of diaper crinkles were constantly clipping the mic, adding to the humiliation of its main subject. Even still, Morgan’s voice cut like a sharp knife as her hand entered from off-screen and started to smush the back of her diaper. “Jesus, you’re absolutely destroyed that thing!” she said, showing little remorse for the mortifying situation she was putting Sawyer through as she kneaded her mushy diaper like freshly-mixed dough.

Deep down, part of Morgan wanted to relish the chance to rewatch one of her favorite home movies. But as she looked down at her mostly nude body and found herself duct-taped to an office chair, any thoughts of enjoying the moment died off quickly. Funny enough though, it wasn’t the tape that had her blood running cold. It was the ridiculously massive white diaper that was secured around her hips that heightened her level of concern to an all-time extreme. Grunting and struggling, she fought against her restraints, hoping that she could even get herself partially free.

“Enjoying the show?” asked Sawyer, her words causing Morgan to freeze in place, “Took me five years to be able to face this video again. Not that I was ever allowed to forget it.” Stepping in front of Morgan, she leaned down and placed her hand gently on Morgan’s cheek before pulling back and slapping her across the face.

Morgan reeled from the impact of Sawyer’s hand, moaning in pain as the sting of the slap caused her eyes to water. With no time to recover, she felt Sawyer grab onto the back of the chair and spin it around until she was facing a row of home theater seats where both Alyssa and Karley were sitting. Each of them had a bowl of popcorn in hand and a big smile on their face.

Sitting down between her allies, Sawyer sat forward so that her eyes were at perfect level with Morgan’s. Sighing heavily, she savored the moment, having waited seven long years for her revenge plan to come to fruition. “I’m going to tell you a story,” she said, her voice turning deep and melancholic, “The story of a quiet girl who lost everything. Her friends, her school, and even the very home she grew up in. All because someone decided to physically fight her into a diaper, followed up by force-feeding her a bunch of laxatives. And then, to top it all off, you filmed it and sent it around to all your best friends. Unfortunately, one of them did a fucky wucky and sent it to everyone at school, and that girl who filmed it all seemed like she was finally going to get the punishment she deserved. But since she wasn’t the one who posted it online, and her dear ol’ daddy was the chief of police, she got off scot-free.”

Morgan was sweating bullets as she listened intently to every word Sawyer was saying. Yes, she had gotten away with doing so many of the horrific things she did because her dad was an influential figure, but it wasn’t like she really did anything that bad. They were just a bunch of jokes!

However, as Sawyer continued her well-rehearsed speech, she learned quickly how little of a joke it was to everyone else. “Meanwhile, that poor, quiet girl couldn't so much as walk to the corner store without constant ridicule. It got so bad that her parents had to pull her out of school and move her somewhere else. But the video would eventually follow her until homeschooling became the only viable option. Sports, class trips, prom, all of those things would be forever out of reach.” Standing up, Sawyer towered over Morgan with a sarcastic smile. “Now tell me, does it sound like justice to you?”

Filled with a strange combination of rage and fear, Morgan didn’t know if she wanted to bolt the fuck out of this room or strangle Sawyer until she was blue. Still, defiance didn’t seem like it was going to be the best option. Looking down at the ground, she swallowed her pride and shook her head no, hoping that her faux remorse would be enough to get Sawyer to back off on whatever crazy punishment she had up her sleeve. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Suddenly, Morgan’s head was whipped back as Sawyer pulled up on the roots of her hair. “Great, I’m glad we’re all in agreement then,” said Sawyer as she held up a large baby bottle with a murky pink liquid inside. She ripped the pacifier that had been tied to Morgan’s head out of the girl’s mouth before quickly replacing it with the bottle’s rubber nipple.

Pressing her tongue forward, Morgan tried to force the bottle back out of her mouth. This only resulted in her squeezing a few dribbles of liquid out of the bottle, allowing her to taste whatever concoction Sawyer and the others had prepared for her. The taste of milk was unmistakable.

“Go on, drink up,” said Sawyer in a sickly-sweet voice, “Once you finish off your bottle, we’ll untie you from the chair.” With a smug grin, she watched the resistance in Morgan’s eyes start to fade as the teary-eyed girl contemplated what her best option would be.

Looking back and forth at each other the three girls, Morgan searched for any shred of guilt or empathy she could latch onto. No one seemed to be budging, though, as their expressions ranged from stoney to outright entertained. Realizing that no matter what she did, Sawyer would find a way to make her drink the bottle, she decided to take her up on the offer and start drinking. If Sawyer was willing to let her go after she drank one baby bottle, she could get out of this with relatively minor embarrassment.

The girls smiled at each other as Morgan began to drink down the baby bottle. None of them knew exactly what the pink stuff that had been mixed in with the milk would do. All Alyssa mentioned was that it was an experimental drug that would give someone a “Little’s body.” Whatever that entailed was anyone’s guess.

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CHAPTER 3

Determined to get through this nightmare scenario as fast as humanly possible, Morgan chugged down the milk as if her life depended on it. The taste was nothing more than bland milk, but she knew better than to assume that’s all it was. After she filled up Sawyer with laxatives all those years ago, there’s no way she wouldn’t take the opportunity to make it even, especially since she had been changed into a diaper while unconscious.

Holding the bottle upright, Sawyer’s satisfaction was greater than she’d ever imagined this moment to be. After years of torment and ridicule, not to mention having to grovel to the queen bee throughout all of freshman year to even get close to her, it was finally all worth it. Squeezing the bottle slightly, she chuckled as she listened to the gurgling noises Morgan made as she tried to keep up.

By the time Morgan had chugged down a third of the bottle, she was already feeling incredibly full. Tilting her chin down, she caught sight of her tummy, which was looking unusually full. The extension of her gut was definitely peculiar. Sure, she’d already stomached a lot of milk, but surely it wasn’t enough to cause that much bloating.

“I-Is she…getting fatter?” asked Karley, turning her head sideways as she looked Morgan up and down. Her question seemed to catch everyone’s attention, including and especially Morgan’s.

Reaching down with her free hand, Sawyer pushed a finger into Morgan’s belly. She expected to feel the tightness of a stuffed stomach, but instead, while there was definitely a build-up of pressure inside, her finger sunk in almost an entire centimeter. She’d known Morgan for too long to know that she never allowed even half an ounce of body fat to grace her wonderful slim stature. “Well, it wasn’t called the Little Body Formula for nothing,” she said, grabbing a handful of Morgan’s flabby flesh and giving it a rough jiggle, “Looks like that perfect beach body will be joining your pride in exile.”

“MMMMMMMM!” screamed Morgan as panic set in. Whatever Sawyer was forcing her to drink was fattening her up like a goddamn cow. She needed to separate herself from the baby bottle and fast. Pulling away from Sawyer’s grip, she tried to wiggle the nipple out of her mouth. However, there was only so much she could do with her arms and legs tied down.

Sawyer, meanwhile, kept a tight grip around both Morgan’s head and the baby bottle, refusing to let either out of her clutches. “Now, now-oof…baby Morgan, you have to…finish your meal!” she shouted, struggling to subdue the surprisingly strong captive. Knowing that she couldn’t hold her like this forever, she practically crushed the bottle in her hand trying to force as much fluid down Morgan’s gullet as possible.

For Morgan, it was all she could do just to avoid drowning during this fiasco. With no choice, she swallowed mouthful after mouthful until she finally felt a rush of air push its way out of the bottle. With a belly the size of a volleyball and pink milk dribbling down her face, she finally broke her mouth free from the bottle, taking an exasperated breath “What the fuck is wrong with you three?!” she screamed at the top of her lungs before glaring upward at Sawyer, “I swear to God, my dad is a lawyer, Sawyer, and he’s gonna make sure you pay dearly for this one!” She then turned her head towards Alyssa and Karley, “And you two! When I take over Tri Delta next year, you’ll be lucky if I even allowed you to clean the toilets, much less run the sorority with me! All three of you are fucked!”

The girls stepped back from Morgan, none of them able to hold eye contact with the green-eyed she-devil. Even Sawyer felt her rock-solid resolve dwindling slightly. If all this formula did was make her a little pudgy and bloated, then what was the point? She wouldn’t get another shot at Morgan quite like this.

Smirking, Morgan felt their meek energy growing and fed off of it like a carnivore feasting on its helpless prey. Fear was how she climbed to the top and fear would be how she got herself out of this mess. Targeting Alyssa and Karley, she knew that if she could push her minions back under her heel, they would never try anything like this again. “Alyssa, Karley, we’ve been friends all through college! I seriously can’t believe you would fuck me over like this!” she shouted, watching the guilt seep across both of their faces, “Now, whichever one of you unties me will get mercy next year. So who’s it gonna b-”

*GRUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBLLLE!!!*

Morgan’s persuasive speech was cut off by an ominous gurgling sound that was emitted from her lower half. Instantly, her proud, upright posture slumped over in uncomfortable pain as she reeled from the quaking in her gut. She tried to regain her composure, but it was too late.

Stepping up to where Morgan was seated, Sawyer leaned down and flicked her on the forehead in between her eyes. “Sorry, Morgan, but none of us are buying these empty threats. Your bullshit isn’t gonna work anymore,” she said as she extended her foot under Morgan’s chair and kicked it hard from underneath. The shockwave was enough to make the girl groan her way through a new set of cramps. “In fact, I’d say it was about time for you to shit out all of that bullshit.”

“Oh my god, she really is getting…pudgy!” yelled Alyssa, pointing to one of Morgan’s sides, where a love handle was rapidly forming. Sawyer had been so focused on putting Morgan in her place that she didn’t even see that her rival was taking on pounds like nobody's business. It wasn’t just Morgan’s love handles either. Her belly, her arms, and even her thighs were getting plumper and flabbier.

“Guess the freshman fifteen comes for us all eventually, huh?” chuckled Sawyer as she placed her hand on Morgan’s tummy and rubbed it a little. Even though she was barely touching her, she could still feel the tremors that were impacting her bowels.

Shaking her head wildly, Morgan didn’t know if she was trying to escape or attempting to wake herself up from whatever horrific nightmare this was. “N-No! What’s happening to my body, you bitch!” she said, her voice turning fearful as she watched her figure balloon out of control. The only thing that didn’t seem to be changing was her boobs, which if anything, almost looked like they were getting smaller thanks to her surging midsection.

“Well Morgan, I’d say it’s only fitting that your outsides match your ugliness on the inside,” said Sawyer boastfully, “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about being kind to others without everyone drooling over your bombshell body, and…you’re not even listening to me are you?”

No, Morgan was not listening. Instead, she had far more pressing things to worry about. Specifically, it was the pressure in her bowels that was capturing the majority of her focus. Curling her toes inward, she flexed every muscle she had in an attempt at preventing the harshest embarrassment possible. Sadly, there was nothing she could do as one last big wave of cramps broke down her final wall of defense.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*

Morgan’s face twisted as a rush of sloppy, brown mush began to pile into her diaper. Having a mostly liquid texture, her poop squeezed out from under her seated position and rapidly filled the rear of her diaper until it was drooping over the back of the chair. “Eeeeeeeeeew!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. She strained against her restraints, trying desperately to break free from her smelly seat, but all she ended up doing was squishing the soupy mass around and coating most of her bum in sludge.

With her phone out, Sawyer made sure to capture every last second of Morgan’s demise on film, which soon enough would be immortalized on the internet. “Oh yeah, keep filling it up, diaper dumper! All those AB losers online will love seeing a hot college girl pooping her brains out!” she said, struggling to make herself audible over the unholy sloshing sounds that were produced in Morgan’s overly full nappy. A nappy that was starting to look a bit too full. “Uh, Alyssa? Are you sure this thing can hold this much shit?”

“Oh definitely,” said Alyssa, standing up from her comfy theater seat and approaching Morgan to give her diaper a hardy squeeze, “My dad’s shown me photos of these things swelling up as big as a bean bag! I’m sure it can handle whatever Morgan throws at it.”

True to Alyssa’s word, the diaper seemed to be doing just fine as it grew wider and more discolored, with Morgan perched up on top looking like a neglected toddler in her ridiculously bloated diaper. However, while her diaper was getting bigger, Morgan appeared to be getting smaller. “Ugh! Untie my legs!” she shouted, drawing everyone’s eyes to her feet. Her calves, which were duct-taped to the legs of the chair, were slowly pulling upward against Morgan’s will while her toes could barely manage to tap the floor. Even in her seated position, it was obvious to everyone that Morgan’s legs were shrinking inch by inch.

“She’s getting shorter too!” said Karley, flabbergasted by the transformation Morgan was undergoing. Notice that the other two were too in shock to act, she ran to Morgan’s aid and quickly undid the tapes holding her legs in place. Much like detaching an anchor from a ship, Morgan wobbled about on her gelatinous diaper, unable to stabilize herself as her diaper continued to expand.

By this point, Morgan was at a loss for where her body was producing this much poop from. She’d only drunk one baby bottle! How could she have this much shit inside of her?! Mercifully, Karley also decided to release her arms, giving her the freedom to move about. Not that she’d actually be able to move anyway with her diaper being the size of a mini-fridge.

*GUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGLE!!!*

A new noise was added to the symphony of organic sounds being produced by Morgan’s body, this time coming directly from her gut again. All of a sudden, it was as if the serum she was fed had kicked itself into overdrive. Grunting, she tried to push the rest of the stomach-churning substance out of her, unaware of the other changes affecting her body. Her boobs, which no longer only “appeared” smaller, shrunk from D-Cups to flat as a board in a matter of seconds. Additionally, her arms and legs continued to shrink alongside her tits, resulting in her losing almost an entire foot off of her height. The big finisher, though, was her face, which seemed to take on the same soft, doughy look that her torso did.

At last, the gushing, gurgling noises that Morgan had been producing for nearly five whole minutes finally subsided, bringing her transformation to an end. Gone was the outrageously hot cheerleader who could make almost anyone of any gender do what she wanted, replaced by a short, stubby, and chubby girl who barely looked old enough to be in high school, let alone be heading into her senior year of college.

Quivering in her seat, Morgan tried to lift herself off of her muddy rear but lacked the strength to move more than a couple of inches in any direction. Zapped of all energy, she leaned back and sunk into her diaper, which had taken on so much waste that it was now touching the ground. She closed her eyes and passed out within seconds, clueless to the fact that the formula wasn’t even close to done with her. With the Little’s body came a Little’s mentality, after all.

Looking at each other, none of the girls knew quite what to say. Sawyer, who’d been the ring leader of this whole revenge scheme, was frozen stiff by what she’d just witnessed. All she’d planned to do was make Morgan shit herself like crazy so she’d finally understand how it felt. This…this was something else…something far more insane than she had bargained for.

Balling up her fist, Sawyer stepped forward and rounded behind Morgan, doing her best not to gag from the pungent aroma. “Let’s…uh…get her to the nursery, Alyssa,” she said, trying her best to sound like she was certain of her choices, “There’s no turning back now. Regardless of what we’ve just witnessed, we have to stick together.”

Nodding their heads in nervous agreement, Alyssa and Karley looked at each other, knowing they were in too deep to change their minds. In a few hours, Morgan would wake up again, and they’d need to be ready for when that happened. TO BE CONTINUED…

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yk i can see op’s pov and your pov so i wont even get in there… but people are saying wild takes in your asks when the opinion was about /that/ day and not the whole thing and its valid to prefer “+ot3” (ion even know why in every r/nance stuff it has to have st/ddie or chr/ssyvickie tho when those shippers (the first ones especially) often ignore robin&nancy but thats another convo). i dont think nancy is ooc in your au (if anything st/ddies tend to do that and sometimes some ronancers ig like robin knowing how to use a gun... we need to be serious that girl would choose a lamp or other weird object to defend herself/other ppl like mike does in certain scenes). ppl suddenly forgot what an AU is. and about the tags.. our tag has been flooded by st/ddie since the beginning, 1 or 2 more posts kinda related to the ship are nothing. anyway people tend to forget that we all have different hcs and we are not forced to take one as a fact. sigh.

i really like your content (mostly ww!robin, the lowkey toy story au and the premise for academic rivals au🫶) especially how you took werewolf robin and gave us angsty stuff and not just puppy stuff so i hope this doesnt make you go away from the fandom permanently bc i genuinely appreciate every post/au/prompt whatever you gave us. sorry for the rant!!!

yeah, people (well, mostly one person) really blew it out of the water for no reason. thankfully the OP is really friendly and reasonable, it's just a shame someone else felt the need to insert themselves and misrepresent the situation on both sides instead of just letting them handle it themselves if they'd wanted to. (and we won't get into how that person is in their 30s and mostly interacting with minors/teens who call them "miss daddy".)

the take wasn't even about dis/liking the sapphic senate, it was just a suggestion about how i thought a more open prompt would've given a wider variety of results since not everyone is going to ship that poly. (and i'm aware the OP initially never imagined it would blow up this much, it's just that if i was ever going to share a prompt list like that, i personally would've made it more open-ended anyway just in case.) and please, the anon complaining about the one post T0T all my most recent posts in the tag have literally been explicitly ronance related; with all the tag spamming we've had to endure, especially right at the beginning, and with ste/ddies still continuing to clog up the tag, why is this the hill you're dying on?

and i'm glad you like my content !! i will definitely be back, it's just a matter of when. it would take a lot more than some petty anons and someone old enough to know better with a grudge to make me leave for good asdfghjk. for now, i'm just dreading the start of clairisatober tomorrow-

#asks

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Omg!! The Stranger Thibgs Official Acc (well...I’m 99% sure it is) posted a video! It’s a bunch of static on these TV thingys with background opera music and they each show a picture of something with uhm blood on it. What do you think? Although You acc probably haven’t seen this yet since they literally JUST posted it lmao.

yep looked it up .The vid obviously hints at brenner’s return like we all suspected- monitors like the ones used to spy on El and Will at hawkins lab, pic of doors, the rainbow room, eeg machines (all 4 things are associated with Will/El). A bloody 8 ball (uh oh Kali in danger?). The monitors also were filled with static -which indicates El tracking someone .And we all suspected El and Kali would team up to track Brenner-so that makes sense. I also still think the gals and Will also end up at pethurst (for diff reasons) - talked about that theory a long time ago. Also an anon just mentioned how there are 7 screens so it could connected to Will too (”it was a 7 it got me”).

other strange things I noticed- we see a bloody chess board and then later bloody dice like d&d dice maybe (probably indicating a plan or plans of our heroes doesn’t go as expected)? Like-bloody 8 ball, bloody chess board, bloody dice, plus there was also something else with blood that I couldn’t recognize- regardless sounds like multiple plans may go wrong for our heroes.

the song choice.Quand le bien-aimé reviendra from the story ou La folle par amour (The Woman Crazed with Love). cough “crazy together/”only love makes you that crazy”.

Nina is in love with Germeuil but her father (lonnie), dissaproves. Germeuil and his rival fight a duel. Nina believes that Germeuil has been killed and goes mad, forgetting aspects of the traumatic incident in a manner consistent with a diagnosis of psychogenic amnesia (cough did has similar amnesia too after tr*uma). Before this though her father separated the 2 and she had already gone mad without him. Nina” is essentially “a young woman forced by a repressive male relative (her father) to abandon her lover, whereupon she promptly goes mad.”She only regains her reason when Germeuil reappears unharmed . cough me who has seen the st movies and know Will thinking Mike is dead may go dark phoenix... yep. Although i thought that’d be like s5 stuff.

Song lyrics: “When one’s beloved returns close to his lovesick friend, the spring is reborn, the grass will always bloom. But I look around— alas ! My beloved does not return...my beloved’s tender voice will paint its raptures and flames for you, because it is for him to teach you. (Will is a painter, has firepowers, and is a friend)

AND NAH, This isn’t m*leven, we saw what happened when her dad separated her from Mike in s3- she had a dance party with Max, looked at other boys in a magazine, and said Hopper was right and they were spending too much time together. And in response to Mike’s love/crazy confession just says “What makes you crazy?”

also, we may get something tommorrow cause the caption on youtube says hawkins lab will be working at 9am tomorrow?

#stanger things #el hopper #kali prasad #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #byeler

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richie x reader where he pretends to hate her but actually doesn’t and the losers don’t know why he hates her but he’s actually in love with her

The Quarry - Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

a/n: of course!! nobody died/ moved away in this and some street layouts were changed to help with plot details!! also, this is in she/her pronouns as of the request, but lmk if i need to make an alternate version with different pronouns for anyone!! enjoy, and ty to this anon who sent in requests for a bunch of underrated characters!!

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Finally, the last day of sophomore year. The Losers burst through the front entrance of Derry High School and headed towards the trash cans, like usual, to dump the contents of their school bags into the garbage. Y/N, the only other girl loser besides Bev, joined them as she had done since the 5th grade.

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Y/N had been brought to the group by Stan, the shyest but most friendly loser. The others had been suspicious of her at first, but she soon proved herself worthy of being a loser when she stood up to the Bowers Gang, who were making fun of the others.

Richie instantly liked Y/N. With her fiery personality and sarcastic humor that in ways rivaled his, how couldn’t he? They grew close fast, soon becoming best friends. They did everything together: homework, skating, they even killed Pennywise together when they were only 12.

But in the 8th grade, he started pushing her away and blowing off plans with her, he never even told her why. They were obviously in the same friend group, so he couldn’t ignore her forever, so he went for the second best option: being a dick.

Now Y/N had very thick skin, but when he started hating her all of a sudden, she started to become very insecure and upset over him. Alas, she wasn’t about to let a man talk to her like that and not do anything. Eddie was the only one who knew how Y/N truly felt about how Richie treated her, having confided in him early on. But in the eyes of the other losers, Y/N didn’t give a shit what he said about her.

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“Dude, why does she have to tag along for everything?” Richie groaned when he saw Y/N approach. “I don’t know, maybe cause these are my friends too? An odd concept to you, I know, since you think the world revolves around you.” She shot back and turned to the rest of the group. “What are you all doing tomorrow?” She asked. “I-I don’t know yet. I was thinking we sh-s-should go down to the quarry if everyone else is c-cool with that.” Bill said, still stuttering but only slightly, as he was growing out of it as he got older.

The rest of the group agreed, including Richie, (surprising, considering he never agreed to anything if you did), and you made a plan to meet at the quarry with food at noon for a losers-only picnic. Y/N bid goodbye to her friends and walked back home.

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“Bye, mom!” Y/N headed out of her house, backpack over her shoulder and bike in tow, to meet her friends at the quarry. As she neared the end of her street, she hopped on her bike and started riding down the sidewalk. “Yo Y/N, wait up!” She looked back to see Mike riding towards her, a couple of the others trailing behind.

Mike, Ben, Stan, and Y/N all lived in the same area of Derry, while Bill, Beverly, Eddie, and Richie lived on the exact opposite side. Going anywhere usually meant each half of the group gathering and then meeting halfway. Speaking of the others...

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“I still don’t understand why we can’t do anything without Y/N. She always makes everything so boring!” Richie complained as he walked to the quarry with the other 3 losers in his half. “Dude, you were just fine and dandy with her until the end of middle school when you started acting like she’s worthless!” Eddie argued back.

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you, but you need to learn to at least deal with her, got it? She’s our friend and no matter what reason, you need to tolerate her because we love her.” Eddie gestured to Bill and Beverly who nodded, and then to Y/N and the other 3 losers approaching, who were all laughing at some dumb joke she said. I do too, he thought.

Richie’s heart skipped a beat and butterflies erupted in his stomach as he looked at you. Fuck, why does this always happen?! He suppressed the urge to hug you (why the fuck did he want to hug you for no reason?!) as he greeted the other three losers with a smile and wave. When she saw him smile, it was her turn to get butterflies in her stomach, as per usual. But forget it, she thinks. He hates you.

Y/N stripped down to her bathing suit and waited for the others to do the same. Richie subtly checked her out as he pulled his shirt off and turned to talk to Eddie and Bill. His muscles became more toned since last year, so Y/N was surprised when she saw him. She not-so-subtly checked him out as well. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer!” Richie calls behind him. “Could say the same to you, Tozier. I saw that, earlier!” Richie’s face flushed and he turned to Eddie again. That whole ‘jumping in the water with only undergarments on’ thing ended in 7th grade when everyone hit puberty, it just wasn’t going to work anymore (and for obvious reasons).

Before anyone could battle her, she ran towards the edge of the cliff and jumped off. Her body hit the cold water and it felt amazing compared to the sweltering summer heat. She swam out of the way for the boys to follow and unsurprisingly, Richie was next. He was always the daredevil of the group. This was followed by Beverly, then Bill, Ben, Stan, and then Mike and Eddie at the same time.

After they all ate lunch, Y/N sat on the little shore on the edge of the water. She soon heard her name being called. “Y/N!! We’re playing chicken, get over here!” Beverly yelled. Y/N swam over and hoisted herself onto Bill’s shoulders. Beverly got onto Mike’s shoulders and the game started. Richie sat next to Stanley as he watched the game from the rocks. “You like her, don’t you?” Stan said gently. “What?! Of course not? Why would you even think that...” Richie wasn’t convincing him. “Whatever you say, my friend.” Stan said and patted him on the shoulder. Richie rolled his eyes and turned back to the game.

Y/N defeated Beverly for the second time and raised her arms in victory. That’s kinda cute, Richie thought. And he didn’t even second guess or correct himself this time. “We play the winner!” Stan yelled towards Bill and Y/N. “We do?” Richie whispered to him. “Yep, we do.” Stan replied and swam towards them. Richie soon followed suit.

“Okay Richie, get on Stan’s shoulders. Whoever wins the most rounds out of 3 wins.” While Bill explained the game and all the rules, Y/N looked at Bev on the rocks. Bev gave her a wink and a thumbs up, whatever that was supposed to mean.

The game began and she tried her hardest to push Richie off of Stan’s shoulders. “Damn Stan, you got grip!” She laughed and Richie laughed too. Why was he being so friendly all of a sudden? She decided to talk to him about it later, she was having fun and she didn’t want to ruin it.

Richie finally got her off of Bill’s shoulders and she tumbled into the water. She came back up and started laughing along with everyone else. “Y/N, we should clean that up real quick.” Eddie said and pointed to her elbow, which was scratched up. “Oh okay, that’s fine.” She said. “It must have happened when I was fighting Bev because it looks like it already started to heal up. I didn’t notice it at all.” She laughed and went up to the rocks to clean the small wound.

She grabbed the rubbing alcohol from Eddie’s backpack and started pouring some on the edge of a spare towel she brought. “Well, this is gonna hurt.” She said and hissed as she placed it on her elbow. She felt a hand rubbing her back and leaned her back onto the person’s chest, thinking it was Stanley, only to realize as she was reaching for the Neosporin and a bandaid that it was Richie. Since the other losers were maybe 10 feet away, she thought now would be a great time to confront him.

“What’s with you being all chill with me now? I thought you hated me.” She said and Richie sucked in a sharp breath. “Eddie talked to me earlier as about you. He said that I should ‘at least put up with you’ because you were part of the Losers Club and you deserve to be treated with respect because you’re their- our! Our friend.” He explained. Her heart sunk as she thought she realized what he meant.

“Oh, so you’re just being nice to me because you have to be?” She asked, dissapointed. “No no no!! Not at all, I’m genuinely sorry. To be honest... I don’t know why I was such a dick to you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should’ve had a mature conversation with you on why I was feeling so insecure and shit instead of ghosting you. Not only did it fuck up our friendship, but it fucked up any chances I had of being with you, as more than friends.” Wait, what did he just say?

“It wasn’t cool and I feel so stupid knowing that I-” “Just shut up.” Y/N cut him off and placed her lips on his. He got over the shock fast, brought his hand up to hold her face, and kissed back. Their moment was cut short by Beverly. “Yeah Tozier, get some!!” She yelled and Y/N giggled as they pulled away and stood up. Richie laughed and flipped her off.

“I know I’m not off scot-free, but does this mean you’ll at least give me a chance?” Richie asks hesitantly as they walk towards the other losers. Y/N put a finger to her chin and pretended to think. “Hmmm... okay. But only one. And we’ll be discussing boundaries and all that jazz tonight when I sneak you through my window and you stay the night.” She says with a serious tone and Richie nodded. He picked her up and spun her around. “Thank youuuuuuuu!” He sets her down and kisses her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Ewwww, do we have to deal with all your gross PDA now?” Ben and Mike say in sync and all the losers laugh. It’s not perfect, she thinks, but it’s pretty fucking close.

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #it chapter 1 #it chapter one #richie tozier x you #richie tozier x y/n

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Meet the cast of The Right Stuff on Disney Plus: Actors and the real Mercury Seven comparison

Revisit the space race in this new series from Disney and National Geographic.

The story of the Mercury Seven is about to be retold for a new generation on Disney Plus, with an all-new cast in tow to play the aspiring astronauts.

Set in the 1950s, The Right Stuff depicts the desperate attempt by the US to beat Russia into space, starting as NASA selects seven elite candidates from the armed forces to be considered as potential astronauts.

Disney Plus has assembled a large ensemble cast for this latest adaptation, led by Suits star Patrick J Adams as media savvy marine John Glenn, and Jake McDorman as his rival Alan Shepard.

Who will be the first to make it into space? You’ll have to tune in to find out, but in the meantime, get to know the cast of The Right Stuff with our guide to the key players.

Jake McDorman plays Alan Shepard

Who is Alan Shepard? Shepard is an accomplished test pilot who is selected to be part of the Mercury Seven programme. He’s a charming ladies man but dislikes people prying into his personal life, nor does he know how to handle himself with the media. His main rival is John Glenn, with the two of them depicted as frontrunners for the coveted astronaut job.

What else has Jake McDorman been in? McDorman is probably best known for his lead role in Limitless, the short-lived television series based on the Bradley Cooper film of the same name. He also played Mike Pratt in the long-running US remake of Shameless, Jeff in vampire comedy What We Do in The Shadows, and Captain Metropolis in HBO’s Watchmen series.

Who played Alan Shepard in The Right Stuff (1983)? Shepard was portrayed by Scott Glenn in The Right Stuff film adaptation, who recently appeared in Marvel’s Daredevil and The Defenders as blind ninja Stick.

Patrick J Adams plays John Glenn

Who is John Glenn? Glenn is selected from the Marine Corp to be a part of the Mercury Seven and quickly rises to the challenge. He is very determined to be the first American in space, as he feels it will guarantee his legacy for generations to come. Glenn is also very polished and media savvy, gathering attention from the press with ease.

What else has Patrick J Adams been in? Adams is best known for the role of lawyer Mike Ross in the hit legal drama Suits, which he played across the first seven seasons. He has since appeared in Orphan Black, Legends of Tomorrow and Amazon Prime Video’s Sneaky Pete.

Who played John Glenn in The Right Stuff (1983)? Acclaimed actor Ed Harris played John Glenn in the original film, who currently stars in HBO’s Westworld.

Colin O’Donoghue plays Gordon Cooper

Who is Gordon Cooper? Cooper is a test pilot in the United States Air Force and the youngest of the recruits to the Mercury Seven. He’s skilled at his work but has a troubled home life which could wreck his chances at being selected.

What else has Colin O’Donoghue been in? O’Donoghue is probably best known as Captain Hook in the ABC fairytale series Once Upon a Time.

Who played Gordon Cooper in The Right Stuff (1983)? Dennis Quaid played Gordon ‘Gordo’ Cooper in The Right Stuff.

Aaron Staton plays Wally Schirra

Who is Wally Schirra? Schirra is a test pilot with a naval background who joins The Mercury Seven.

What else has Aaron Staton been in? Staton had a starring role as Ken Cosgrove in the acclaimed period drama Mad Men. Video game fans may also remember him as Cole Phelps in the 2011 detective game L.A Noire, which was recently re-released on next gen consoles.

Who played Wally Schirra in The Right Stuff (1983)? Lance Henriksen played Wally Schirra in the 1983 film, known for his sci-fi roles in Aliens, The Terminator and X-Files spin-off Millennium.

James Lafferty plays Scott Carpenter

Who is Scott Carpenter? Carpenter is another test pilot with a naval background selected to be a member of The Mercury Seven.

What else has James Lafferty been in? Lafferty is best known for his role as Nathan Scott in the teen drama One Tree Hill, which he played for a period of nine years. He has since appeared in the Netflix horror series The Haunting of Hill House.

Who played Scott Carpenter in The Right Stuff (1983)? Charles Frank played the role in the film adaptation, who went on to be a recurring player on American soap opera All My Children.

Micah Stock plays Deke Slayton

Who is Deke Slayton? Deke is a test pilot hailing from the US Air Force who makes it through the rigorous testing to become a member of the Mercury Seven.

What else has Micah Stock been in? Stock recently appeared in the Amazon Prime Video original movie Brittany Runs a Marathon, and earned a Tony Award nomination for his performance in It’s Only A Play on Broadway.

Who played Deke Slayton in The Right Stuff (1983)? Scott Paulin played the Air Force veteran in the 1983 film, who also had roles in Teen Wolf and Turner & Hooch.

Michael Trotter plays Gus Grissom

Who is Gus Grissom? Grissom is a US Air Force pilot and member of the Mercury Seven, who enjoys hunting in his spare time. He keeps out of the limelight in comparison to the likes of fellow trainee astronaut John Glenn.

What else has Michael Trotter been in? Trotter’s previous roles include Reno in Marvel’s Inhumans and Elden Donahue in the American drama series Underground.

Who played Gus Grissom in The Right Stuff (1983)? He was first portrayed by Fred Ward in the 1983 original.

Jordan Woods-Robinson plays Mike Turley

Who is Mike Turley? Turley is a journalist who begins prying into the personal life of Gordon Cooper, as public interest in the Mercury Seven reaches stratospheric levels.

What else has Jordan Woods-Robinson been in? Woods-Robinson played Eric Raeligh on The Walking Dead, a recurring role throughout seasons five to eight.

Nora Zehetner plays Annie Glenn

Who is Annie Glenn? Annie is John’s wife who looks after their children, but struggles with a severe stutter.

What else has Nora Zehetner been in? Zehetner recently bagged roles in Kiefer Sutherland political thriller Designated Survivor and the final season of Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD, where she played Viola.

Patrick Fischler plays Bob Gilruth

Who is Bob Gilruth? Gilruth is one of the key figures in the early years of NASA, who directs the Project Mercury programme. He’s looking for only the finest recruits as the US races to beat Russia into space.

What else has Patrick Fischler been in? Fischler has recently appeared in Twin Peaks: The Return, surreal fantasy drama Happy! and the Apple TV+ original series Defending Jacob, starring Chris Evans.

Jackson Pace plays Glynn Lunney

Who is Glynn Lunney? Lunney is a young employee of NASA working on Project Mercury, taking orders from Gilruth on the administrative side of the programme.

What else has Jackson Pace been in? Pace found a breakout role in the early seasons of political thriller Homeland as Chris Brody, the son of Damian Lewis’ mysterious veteran. He went on to play Gage in The Walking Dead and Luke in Netflix’s Grace and Frankie.

The Right Stuff is available to stream on Disney Plus from Friday 9th October.

#the right stuff #the right stuff cast #colin o'donoghue #jake mcdorman #Patrick J Adams #James Lafferty #micah stock #michael trotter #Aaron Staton #Patrick Fischler #jackson pace #Nora Zehetner #jordan woods-robinson

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Still Single / Heathen Disco 2020 End of Year Recap

I guess I’m back! I started gingerly dipping back over into Tumblr to publish some reviews as a means of cutting through all the bondage photos and anime screencaps and people still living on Tumblrs (shout out to anyone still Tumblin', it's alright). I also redoubled my efforts to do great radio shows, and that seems to bother some of you enough to unsubscribe, but I'm feeling great about all that. If you wanna hear those shows, you can go to Mixcloud and listen to your hearts' content. Those 5-6 reviews on here actually turned up worthwhile music in my PO box, so thanks to those who submitted.

This was gonna be the year I reintroduced myself to the world. Don't make plans like that. Things are a lot better now than I thought they'd be, and the time I burnt up on movies and self-reflection this year was probably more needed than another DJ gig or whatever. Radio sustained me, I will freely admit, and finding records out in the wild once shops reopened was really killer too.

Anyway, time for a year-end recap, right?

Top 10 albums, historical (alphabetical): Adulkt Life – Book of Curses (What’s Your Rupture?) Bailterspace – Concret (self-released) The Cowboy – Wi-Fi on the Prairie (Feel It) Angel Bat Dawid and Tha Brotherhood – Live (International Anthem) Home Blitz – All Through the Year EP (Sophomore Lounge) MJ Guider – Sour Cherry Bell (Kranky) David Nance – Staunch Honey (Trouble in Mind) Theo Parrish – Wuddaji (Sound Signature) Schisms – Speech Copy Rap Master (Fort Evil Fruit) Sweeping Promises – Hunger for a Way Out (Feel It)

25 more, just because, also alphabetical: Ana Roxanne – Because of a Flower (Kranky) Clemency – References EP and remixes (2 B REAL) Tara Clerkin Trio – self-titled (Laura Lies In) Dezron Douglas & Brandee Younger – Force Majeure (International Anthem) DJ Python – Mas Amable (Incienso) FACS – Void Moments (Trouble in Mind) Green/Blue – self-titled (Slovenly) Gun Outfit – Clean Runs the Thread (Joyful Noise) Janedriver – You Know It’s True EP (self-released) Junk Drawer – Ready for the House (Art for Blind) Lavender Flu – Barbarian Dust (In the Red) / Tomorrow Cleaners (MEDS) … technically two releases, but really just chapters in the same book Lewsberg – In This House (12XU) Melenas – Dias Raros (Trouble in Mind) The Midnight Steppers – Isolation Drives (Radical Documents) Oily Boys – Cro Memory Grin (Cool Death) Optic Sink – self-titled (Goner) Permission – Organised People Suffer (La Vida Es Un Mus) Pool Holograph – Love Touched Time … and Time Began to Sweat (Sunroof) Riki – self-titled (Dais) Sacred Product – Same Old Gag (Eternal Souncheck) The Soft Pink Truth – Shall We Go on Sinning So That Grace May Increase? (Thrill Jockey) Special Interest – The Passion Of (Night School/Thrilling Living) Luke Stewart – Luke Stewart Exposure Quintet (Astral Spirits) Vanessa Worm – VANESSA 77 (Optimo Musik) Jim White & Marisa Anderson – The Quickening (Thrill Jockey)

15 reissues/archival, alphabetical yet again: Dadamah – This Is Not a Dream (Grapefruit) East Village – Hotrod Hotel (Slumberland) The Eighteenth Day of May – self-titled (Cardinal Fuzz/Feeding Tube) Endless Boogie – The Gathered and Scattered (No Quarter) Flaming Tunes – self-titled (Superior Viaduct) Anthony Moore – OUT (Drag City) Musica Transonic – self-titled (Black Editions) Naujawanan Baidar – self-titled (Cardinal Fuzz/Feeding Tube) No Trend – Too Many Humans/Teen Love box set (Drag City) The Only Ones – Live in Chicago 1979 (Alona’s Dream) Rema-Rema – Wheel in Small Doses Extended Version (Le Coq Musique) Vertical Slit – Live at Browns (Siltbreeze) Vivienne Styg – Rose of Texas (Tall Texan) The Whip – self-titled (Wantage USA) Various Artists – Strum & Thrum: The American Jangle Underground (Captured Tracks)

Top 10 Record Scores this year, A to zed: The Church – Sing-Songs 12” EP (Parlophone) The Equals – Equals Party live promo 12” (Phonogram) HNO3 – Doughnut Dollies 12” (R & S) Annea Lockwood – Glass World of Anna Lockwood LP (Tangent) Optik/Equal Phaze – split one-sided 12” test press (no label) Six Finger Satellite – Severe Exposure LP/12” (Sub Pop) Sweet Breeze – Across the Desert LP (Feathers) Tappi Tíkarrass – Miranda LP (Gramm) Various Artists – Best of the Beat Greatest Hits LP, purple sleeve (Espera) Various Artists – Le Mysterieux 12” EP (Musique Pour La Danse)

Favorite movies discovered in 2020:

“The Pyx” | 1973, d. Harvey Hart “Ring of Darkness” | 1979, d. Pier Carpi “Rivals” | 1972, d. Krishna Shah (and RIP to Mike “McBeardo” McPadden, who made me aware of it, as he made many people aware of the insane secret histories of genre cinema) “Satisfaction” | 1988, d. Joan Freeman “Savage Three” | 1975, d. Vittorio Salerno

Resolutions for 2021: Open things up, share more, care more.

_______ New Year, Doug Mosurock

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Knock ‘Em Dead

request: could you write a fic for bill where the reader is a volleyball player and he kinda gets flustered seeing her in short shorts when the losers go to her games and gets jealous when other people from their school flirts with her? tyy

A/N: I will admit that the ending isn’t the best, but isn’t that fitting for Bill?

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The whole week before the big volleyball game against Rockland, your rivals, you were more nervous than you had ever been before. You were the head captain of the team and didn’t want to let anybody down.

Though Bill wanted to support you no matter what he started to worry about your health as you hadn’t been sleeping for days. He would sneak over to your house and see you working on game plans and absentmindedly bouncing your volleyball. In the mornings he would bring you coffee to try and help get you through the day but he could still tell that you were drained.

The night before the game on Saturday was the worst out of all of them. Bill showed up at your window again, but you weren’t in your room. It was nearly ten at night and usually, you would listen to your parent’s rules about staying in your room.

While thinking for a little bit about where you could be he heard the distinct sound of you practising in the backyard. He walked around your house to the backyard and found you hitting your volleyball up in the air multiple times. He chuckled at how determined you were to be in the best shape possible to win tomorrow.

“Hey Bill, what are you doing here?” You asked as you engulfed him in a greeting hug.

“You need some sleep, come on,” Bill mumbled into your hair as he pulled on your arm that was wrapped around his waist.

You were about to argue but soon realised that it would be no use against Bill. That boy could persuade you to do anything. He brought you up to your room and handed you some pyjamas to change into. He turned around and waited until you gave him the okay. He didn’t hear anything for a while and saw you were passed out in bed still in your day clothes. His heart swelled at the sight before him and he cuddled up next to you.

The next morning, you woke up and saw a note where Bill usually sleeps.

Good morning sunshine, I hope you slept well. I didn’t want to leave because you always look like an angel in the morning but had to so you could focus on winning. Good luck on the big game today, I know you’ll knock ‘em dead.

-Bill

You smiled at the lovely note and began to get ready for the day.

Bill sat in the middle section of the school’s bleachers, making small talk with the rest of the losers while waiting for the game to start.

“What number is Y/n?” Mike asked Bill.

“Number nine,” Bill absentmindedly responded as the gym doors opened and the rival team walked out onto the court. The other teams family and students cheered for them as they made their way to their positions to warm up. Only a second later did the loser’s own team walk out of the door opposite.

Bill immediately searched for Y/n among all of her teammates. When he finally found her his cheeks reddened. He completely forgot that she wore such short shorts during games. He averted his gaze from her and continued his conversation with Beverly.

About halfway through the game, Y/n’s team was only up by two points and the tension was unbearable. Bill was on the edge of his seat while he watched Y/n set the ball when someone’s conversation ripped him from his thoughts.

“Dude, look at number nine’s ass.”

Bill’s blood started to boil as he heard people behind them talking about his girlfriend’s butt.

“Man, she’s fine.”

Beverly glanced over at how Bill was taking the boy’s comments and saw that his jaw was clenched and he was trying to steady his breathing.

“It’s nothing she hasn’t heard before, Bill.” Beverly laid her hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down.

Bill’s head whipped around to meet Bev’s eyes and she knew that she had said the wrong thing.

“People say this shit to her face? How do you know?” Bill questioned Bev.

“Cause I’m a girl, we all get it, but since she’s on the volleyball team it’s a little bit worse. I walked down the hallway with her the other day during passing period and it was ruthless.”

Bill was stuck in his mind for a little while as he thought of everyone that could’ve actually made a move on her at school or made nasty comments towards her.

“I wouldn’t mind hittin’ that.” The same guy from before commented while leaning forward a little bit to see better.

Beverly turned to look at Bill but only saw a blur of him as he whipped around and propelled himself towards the guys behind them. His fist made contact with the guy’s nose and immediately blood began to flow.

The referee was one of the first people to see, especially after all of the guy’s friends started yelling at Bill to calm down. The ref blew his whistle to get the game to stop so they could pull Bill off.

Your eyes rolled as you looked straight at the scene, thinking that there was no one you knew up there. Quickly the tides turned as the guy that made comments before started to fight back. When you saw that Beverly was pleading someone to get off you looked down at the fight and saw Bill.

You rushed over to help him up and tried to pull the two boys apart.

“Stop, you’re going to kill him.” You screeched at the other boy.

When the boy saw you his eyes widened in realisation. Bill got in one more punch before you pulled him off.

“Bill, baby, are you okay?” You asked as you pulled his hands away from his bleeding face.

There was a cut above his eyebrow, one on his lip, and under his eye.

“What were you doing?” You curiously asked as you knew he wouldn’t have started a fight for no reason.

Bill didn’t answer your question as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. You were deeply confused as to what was happening but nonetheless kissed back. When he released your cheeks you smiled up at him and asked what that was for.

Bill shrugged, “Showing people that you’re mine.”

He bent back down and peck your lips again, wincing at how his cut hurt.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” You began to walk him out of the gym after you told your coach to put someone else in.

Bill’s eyes widened and he stumbled on his words, “But you’ve worked hard for this. You’re supposed to knock ‘em dead.”

“Yeah, well you were almost knocked dead.” You laughed as Bill pouted at your words.

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Recent Songs I Enjoy

2016

I Can't Give Everything Away (David Bowie, 1/8/16)

Strange Brush (Pillar Point, 1/15/16)

Transparent Eyeball (Hexvessel, 1/29/16)

Oriar (Heron Oblivion, 3/4/16)

Human Performance (Parquet Courts, 4/6/16)

Echo in Aetheria (Martin Fisk & Brian Nesselroad, 4/9/16)

Lost Boy (Lush, 4/15/16)

Chariots (Paper Route, 6/10/16)

Fade Out (Rival Sons, 6/10/16)

Bleeding Heart (Regina Spektor, 7/22/16)

Find Us Anyway (Breezesquad, 9/23/16)

Return to the Void (Vangelis, 9/30/16)

Soul Buster (Ayane, 10/4/16)

Baptistina (Glen Phillips, 10/7/16)

I Can't Believe I Found You in That Town (Mike Doughty, 10/14/16)

A Simple Love (Moby & the Void Pacific Choir, 10/14/16)

Enigmatist (Rising Sun, 10/28/16)

Different Animals (Western Education, 11/18/16)

Tip-Track 303 (Tappy, 11/23/16)

2017

Jaws (Hidden Empire, 2/3/17)

Record on Repeat (Sallie Ford, 2/10/17)

Near to the Wild Heart of Life (Japandroids, 2/27/17)

Patient Zero (Aimee Mann, 3/8/17)

Out of My Head (Tashaki Miyaki, 4/7/17)

Four Cypresses (Grizzly Bear, 6/23/17)

You're So Cool (Jonathan Bree, 8/25/17)

Dear Life (Beck, 9/8/17)

Dodecahedron (Carbon Based Lifeforms, 10/6/17)

Baralku (Emancipator, 10/23/17)

Strange Planet (Shpongle, 10/27/17)

Fractal Jungle (the Night Gaunts, 11/22/17)

What Are You Like (Pugwash, 11/24/17)

Like a Motherless Child (Moby, 12/11/17)

2018

Your Ghost (Rooftop Screamers, 1/2/18)

On Division St. (Nation of Language, 1/11/18)

Strange Wind (Shannon & the Clams, 2/16/18)

The Crown (Shiraz Lane, 2/23/18)

This Wild Darkness (Moby, 2/26/18)

Cinders (the Moondoggies, 4/13/18)

Seeing Is Forgetting (the Beat Escape, 4/27/18)

Operator (Roger Joseph Manning, Jr., 5/18/18)

Do You Wanna Be Mine? (Mikaela Davis, 7/13/18)

The Message (Still Corners, 8/17/18)

Totter (Sigh Society f/ Inko, 9/19/18)

Aloha Enola (the Waterboarders, 11/1/18)

All My Friends Are Falling in Love (the Vaccines, 11/13/18)

Goodbye, Cassini (Breezesquad, 11/30/18)

Hirosaki (Rising Sun, 12/7/18)

2019

Seventeen (Sharon Van Etten, 1/8/19)

All That Remains (the Constellations, 1/10/19)

Mystique (Textasy, 2/25/19)

Unbearably White (Vampire Weekend, 4/4/19)

Wire Walker (Big Search, 4/12/19)

The Thing Is (Foxygen, 4/26/19)

You Had Your Soul with You (the National f/ Gail Ann Dorsey, 5/5/19)

Just Exist (Eliza & the Delusionals, 5/16/19)

Help Me Stranger (the Raconteurs, 5/17/19)

Evil People (Ian Daniel Kehoe, 5/22/19)

Might Be Right (White Reaper, 5/27/19)

A Song for You (Kishi Bashi, 5/31/19)

Come and See (Operators, 5/31/19)

Breaking Your Silence (the Generationals, 6/10/19)

Jump (the Bird & the Bee, 8/2/19)

Spell (Inko, 9/6/19)

Imminent Spirit Animal (Octo Octa, 9/6/19)

Highway Hypnosis (Billy Strings, 9/27/19)

A Taste of the Dusk (M83, 9/30/19)

One More Time (the Electric Light Orchestra, 11/1/19)

For the First Time (Best Coast, 11/5/19)

Blinding Lights (the Weeknd, 11/29/19)

Skeleton (Lisa Loeb, 12/13/19)

2020

Labyrinth (Emancipator, 1/21/20)

Automatic Driver (la Roux, 1/24/20)

Dreamers (Daniel Tagliaferri, 2/2/20)

New Low (Sarah Harmer, 2/21/20)

Tanda (Oforia, 3/20/20)

Depths of Power (Magic Sword, 3/27/20)

Don't Stand So Close to Me (John B. Williams, 3/31/20)

Problem Addict (Once & Future Band, 4/10/20)

The Adults Are Talking (the Strokes, 4/10/20)

Isolation (the Tea Party, 4/26/20)

My Only Love (Moby f/ Mindy Jones, 5/15/20)

Stuck in a Summer Love (Sébastien Tellier, 5/19/20)

Arrow of Infinite Life (Mototsugu Endo, 5/30/20)

Leave a Little Light On (Phantom Planet, 6/18/20)

Only Lonely (Rose City Band, 6/19/20)

Underwater (Kenji Sekiguchi, 6/26/20)

Avalanche (Aimee Mann, 6/28/20)

Live in Favor of Tomorrow (the Lemon Twigs, 7/9/20)

Lift of Love (Roy Rosenfeld, 7/10/20)

Meadows in Bloom (Jonathan Bree f/ Britta Phillips, 7/17/20)

Leave Me Alone (I Dont Know How But They Found Me, 8/5/20)

Parallel Sunset (Xoma18, 8/21/20)

Astral Projecting Through Liminal Spaces (Billy Cobb, 9/11/20)

Don't Let Me Run (Blitzen Trapper, 9/18/20)

Cityscapes (Tim Reaper, 9/25/20)

Robber (the Weather Station, 10/14/20)

Sabotage Looks So Easy (Catherine Anne Davies & Bernard Butler, 10/16/20)

Earth to Dora (the Eels, 10/30/20)

Ode to Lieutenant Glahn (the High Water Marks, 11/13/20)

#music #2020 #2019 #2018 #2017 #2016

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

January 19, 2021

Heather Cox Richardson

On January 20, 2017, Trump took the oath of office and gave his “American Carnage” speech describing America as a hellscape, and we were off to the races.

Trump vowed he would smash norms and boundaries to “drain the swamp.” He filled positions in his administration with political operatives and appointed his son-in-law Jared Kushner to manage so many projects it would have been funny if it weren’t so deadly serious. The policies the administration advanced were usually hastily and poorly conceived; when the courts overturned them, Trump complained of “the Deep State.”

Days after he took office, he issued the travel ban aimed at Muslims, the first in a series of actions throughout his presidency designed to subordinate people of color to white Americans. The racism in his rhetoric and regulations pulled white supremacists behind him. On August 11-12, 2017, they rioted in Charlottesville, Virginia. Their protest of the removal of a statue of Confederate General Robert E. Lee became an attempt to create a political vanguard.

The “Unite the Right” rally turned violent, injuring more than 30 people and killing 32-year-old Heather Heyer, whose last Facebook post before she joined the counter protest in Charlottesville read: “If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.” Three days after the riots, asked about the violent protests in Charlottesville, Trump said that “you… had people that were very fine people, on both sides.” People took that, rightly, as Trump’s support for white supremacy and the gangs that advanced it, a support illustrated dramatically in summer 2020, when he and his attorney general, William Barr, used federal troops against peaceful Black Lives Matter protesters.

By spring 2017, there was another crisis on the horizon. The FBI was investigating the cooperation of Trump’s presidential campaign with Russian spies. Trump’s former National Security Adviser, retired lieutenant general Michael Flynn, had lied to the FBI about conversations with then-Russian Ambassador Sergey Kislyak, and Trump pressured then-FBI Director James Comey to stop the agency’s investigation of Flynn. When Comey refused, Trump fired him, prompting the deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein to appoint Special Counsel Robert Mueller (then-Attorney General Jeff Sessions had recused himself because he, too, had lied about conversations with Russians) to investigate the ties between Trump campaign officials and Russian operatives.

Both Mueller’s report and the report of the Republican-led Senate Intelligence Committee established that Russian operatives had interfered in the 2016 election to help Trump. They indicated that Trump campaign officials knew what the Russians were doing and were willing to accept their help. The Senate Intelligence Committee also noted that Trump’s campaign chair Paul Manafort gave sensitive internal information about the campaign to a Russian operative in Ukraine. Trump continued to call these allegations the “Russia hoax,” but observers noted that, for all his feuds with other leaders, he seemed oddly solicitous of Russian President Vladimir Putin.

Trump came to office with an expanding economy. In the first three years of his presidency, the economy continued to grow, in part because of tax cuts that slashed the corporate tax rate by 40%. Trump promised that these cuts would be “rocket fuel for our economy,” but economic growth stayed at about 2.9%, the same as it had been in 2015, and more than 60% of the benefits from the cuts went to those at the top 20% of the economic ladder. Even before the pandemic, Trump’s economic policies were projected to add about $10 trillion to the national debt by 2025, an increase of more than 50%.

And then the pandemic hit. Trump first downplayed the crisis, then insisted that Democrats demanding he address the crisis were overplaying it: he called it a Democratic “hoax.” The pandemic tanked the economy, undercutting his best argument for reelection, and by summer 2020 the administration had decided its best option was to reopen schools and the economy and to try to achieve herd immunity through infections. The result was a disaster. Today, on the last day of Trump’s administration, the number of Americans we have officially lost to Covid-19 has topped 400,000. That’s about the same number of people we lost in World War Two.

The pandemic threw about 22 million people out of work and forcing businesses into bankruptcy. As the faltering economy undercut Trump’s plans for reelection, he tried to destroy faith in mail-in ballots, trying to drive people to in-person voting sites. Then, when that didn’t work, he pushed the idea that Democrats would steal the election. Although his Democratic challengers Joe Biden and Kamala Harris won the 2020 election by more than 7 million popular votes and secured the Electoral College by a vote of 306 to 232, Trump and his supporters continued to insist the election was stolen.

On January 6, 2021, Trump and key members of his administration rallied his supporters to attack the counting of the certified electoral ballots for Biden and Harris. Encouraged by the president, the crowd marched to the Capitol with the plan of disrupting the vote. They overpowered the police, killing one officer; broke into the building; and came within a minute of taking our elected leaders hostage, or perhaps executing them on the gallows they built.

In the wake of the attack on the Capitol, the House of Representatives impeached Trump for the second time—the first was in 2019 after he withheld congressionally-approved money to Ukraine in an attempt to bully the newly-elected Ukraine president into announcing an investigation into Joe Biden’s son Hunter in the hopes of weakening Biden as a potential rival in the 2020 election.

So, Trump leaves the White House tomorrow facing a second Senate impeachment trial.

Trump has split the Republican Party. His true loyalists intend to turn America into a right-wing, white, Christian nation as embodied in the 1776 Report the administration released yesterday. In the last days of the administration, Trump’s Secretary of State Mike Pompeo is pretty clearly trying to position himself for a 2024 presidential run, tweeting from the official government account of the State Department a long list of what he considers his accomplishments. Others are likely planning to give him a run for his money. Today Senator Josh Hawley, under suspicion of inciting the January 6 rioters with his support for throwing out Biden’s Electoral College votes, slow-walked Biden’s nominee for Secretary of Homeland Security because Hawley objects to Biden’s plans to create a path to citizenship for undocumented immigrants.

Establishment Republicans are trying to regain control of the party. After the January coup attempt, some corporations announced they would no longer donate to Republicans who had voted to challenge the certified electoral votes, while others declared a moratorium on all political spending. The corporate turn against the Trump wing of the Republican Party strengthened the backbone of the establishment Republicans. Today Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) stood on the floor of the Senate and put Trump at the center of the January 6 attack on the Capitol. "The mob was fed lies," McConnell said. “They were provoked by the President and other powerful people."

But McConnell went on. He claimed that neither party has a broad mandate after the 2020 elections, which, he said, meant that the Democrats have no call to advance “sweeping ideological change.” He is referring, of course, to the plans of incoming President-Elect Biden and Vice President-Elect Kamala Harris, which he has every intention of stopping.

Today, President-Elect Joe Biden arrived at Joint Base Andrews. He traveled in a private plane since Trump refused to extend him the traditional courtesy of a military plane offered from an outgoing president to an incoming one. Trump will not attend Biden’s swearing-in; he will leave for Florida in the morning. In his place, three of the other living ex-presidents will be attending the inauguration: Republican George W. Bush, Democrat Bill Clinton, and Democrat Barack Obama. It’s a party of ex-presidents, together to emphasize the peaceful transition of power. Trump won’t be there.

The tide is already turning against him. Vice President Mike Pence has announced he will not be able to attend Trump’s farewell ceremony as he is attending Biden’s inauguration instead. House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) and McConnell—who will become minority leader tomorrow after the two new Democratic senators from Georgia are sworn in—are not going to see Trump off, either: they will be attending church with Biden before his inauguration.

Tomorrow at noon, President-Elect Joe Biden takes the oath of office. He intends to return the government to the principles the Democratic Party has held since the late nineteenth century: that the federal government has a role to play in responding to the needs of ordinary Americans. He has also embraced the traditional Democratic idea that the government should actually look like the people it represents. In an implicit rebuke of Trump’s white nationalism, he has tapped the most diverse set of officials in American history. They are also extraordinarily well-qualified and have many years of experience in government.

Biden and Harris have already outlined a very different administration than Trump’s. Their first task is to combat the coronavirus. Biden wants 100 million vaccinations in his first 100 days in office, and is mobilizing the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) and the National Guard to make that happen. To rebuild the economy, they have advanced a coronavirus relief package designed to protect children, first, and then women and families. It calls for expanded food relief and rent and mortgage protection, as well as expanded unemployment benefits and a one-time relief payment.

Trump’s administration is, perhaps, ending where it began. This weekend, Russian opposition leader Alexei Navalny returned to Russia after his near-fatal poisoning by Putin’s agents in August. Upon his return to Russia, authorities immediately detained him. Trump refused to join other nations in condemning the poisoning, but yesterday, Senator Mitt Romney (R-UT) demanded that the U.S. hold Putin accountable for “the corruption and lawlessness of the Putin regime.” Joining Romney in calling for new sanctions against Russia were a range of senators from both parties.

The act is called the “Holding Russia Accountable for Malign Activities Act.”

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#Quotes #political #corrupt GOP #criminal GOP #history #Letters From An American #Heather Cox Richardson #Lord of the Lies #authoritarianism #January 6 2021

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Harringrove for Australia: Ihni♥

hi there!! the gorgeous and fabulous and fantastic @ihni asked me to write this for #HarringroveforAustralia! and here it is!! ♥

prompt: someone wants to get back at Billy so they do something Very Stupid that leads to Billy getting hurt; guilt and hurt/comfort ensues!

tags: mentions of abuse, bruising, implied (light) blood, past child abuse, hurt/comfort, angst, hopeful ending (♥!)

You can catch it on AO3 here if you so desire!

Word Count: 4,452 (i’m legit the worst i’m so sorry i went over my word limit!)

thank you babe and thanks again @tracy7307 for putting the whole thing together!

(kay time to finish and essay, bye, love you)

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~On Your Best Behavior~

Steve may not be the smartest kid in school. He’s right at average in even his favorite classes, and, truth be told… there’s not a lot of those. He likes to think he has street smarts, but Tommy always has to show him up; has to remind him what position his “rich boy privilege” has left him in. It’s gotten to the point where he feels like there’s nothing special about his own knowledge. He doesn’t know about history, or grammar, or even music, or movies… some days it feels like he doesn’t know anything. Like everyone’s right when they say his head is just there to carry his hair around.

But if there's one thing he knows… one thing he’s absolutely sure of… it’s that Billy Hargrove is the biggest asshole in all of Indiana. And Steve has met Mayor Kline.

But Billy takes it all. He’s the culmination of every jackass in the state, all rolled up into this punk who can’t seem to keep his fucking shirt on. He saunters around like he owns the place, shoving into Steve in the hallways and wagging his tongue like it’s some kind of… threat or something, Steve isn’t sure.

He just blew into town like a wild thunderstorm a little over 2 months ago and already he’s given everyone grief- at least, everyone Steve knows. He cheats on every girl he’s out with (if the girls of Hawkins are to be believed), he’s in detention every day for mouthing off to teachers, he stole Steve’s friends which… yeah he’s having a hard time reconciling that one because if they left that quickly maybe they weren’t too good of friends but still.

And worst of all, what absolutely takes the cake in the Shit-Show that is Billy Hargrove and his bullying….

He picks on the kids.

He picks on Steve’s kids. He scares Max, he bullied Lucas, he nearly killed all of them with his little stunt with the car that first week he was here. He splashed them with rain water once as he drove past them, he kicked over Dustin’s bike when he was standing outside of the arcade, he dropped Max’s backpack in the mud the other day. Hell, one time they were all bouncing a basketball around and Mike missed it and it accidentally rolled over to Billy (who was leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette) who took out a pocket knife and stabbed it, letting all the air out before tossing it back and walking away.

He’s a jerk. An outright punk. And yeah, maybe the stuff he’s done isn’t criminal. Maybe most of it at this point is just kind of bratty and petty. Maybe Max explained away the Lucas thing pretty definitively (with a lot of “He didn’t mean it that way”s and “You don’t understand the whole situation”s and “He hates all boys who look at me”s and one quiet “It’s his dad who’s the strict one…”), but… but still. It doesn’t matter, he’s still an asshole and people shouldn’t just be able to get away with being an asshole like that.

Yeah, sure, Steve himself was kind of an asshole for a little bit. Yeah, sure, Steve got let off the hook a lot of times for doing some of the same things Billy has done. But Steve had reasons. Plus he was young when that stuff happened. He doesn’t do that anymore.

Either way, it shouldn’t really matter why Billy’s doing it or not. They’re horrible things to do and Billy needs to stop.

Which all leads up to right now, which finds Steve in a diner with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike (because Will and Max had a project they had to stay behind and work on). They’re on the heated topic of Billy because apparently the older boy popped the tires on Dustin’s bike.)

“He’s such an asshole.” Dustin lisps into his soda (that Steve was very reluctant to give the boy, but he pouted about his bike enough that Steve gave in.

Mike nods, mumbling angrily into his french fries while Lucas, across from Mike, rolls his eyes.

“We need to do something about him.” Dustin says again, before getting that sly little grin on his face that lets Steve know he’s hatching a plan.

And if Steve’s honest, it’s a very very childish plan. Mike is even adamant that it’s childish, claiming they could come up with something better before switching his tune with very little convincing, citing Billy as a child. So it really is childish. And Steve knows that because someone did this to him once back in the 5th grade. It pissed him off to no end which, honestly, is the only reason Steve begins to consider it. It’s not like any real harm can come of it, it’ll probably just be more annoying than anything which is honestly what Steve wants.

He mulls over it for a second before deciding: “Yeah. Sure. Fuck that guy… tomorrow. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

Dustin and Mike laugh triumphantly with each other.

Lucas has become stunningly quiet as he takes a big sip of his water.

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When Steve rings the doorbell around 5:30 pm when he’s sure his intended target will be home, the sound comes out as a far more pleasant chime than he was expecting. He doesn’t come to this side of town very often, even though Tommy used to live on this street back when they were kids. It’s not bad, but Steve definitely notices the dying grass, the empty front yard, the worse-for-wear sidewalk…

He waits patiently, mentally preparing what he’s going to say, while hearing heavy footsteps approach the door in a way that Steve can only describe as menacing.

The door swings open, and there before him, in all his 6’ glory, is Billy’s dad. Mr. Hargrove.

He’s only an inch taller than Steve and yet he carries himself like he’s got a foot over him.

“Can I help you?”

Steve clears his throat. The house is deafeningly quiet, even from the fully opened doorway. It confuses Steve for a second, because any time he drops Max off home and Billy is there, the house is raging with music. And Steve knows Billy is here now, if the arrogant blue Camaro is anything to go by.

“Hello! Mr. Hargrove, right?” Steve offers his hand up, putting on his best ‘good rich boy’ voice that he saves specifically for meeting friends of his parents. “Steve Harrington.”

“Harrington.” Mr. Hargrove says with some kind of bitter admiration in his voice. “I’ve heard about your parents.”

Steve isn’t surprised. Neil takes his hand firmly. It feels like a power move, how hard the man grips, but Steve does his best to rival the strength. He needs to be as credible as possible here.

Steve just isn’t quite sure what to say about his parents. He opts for a charming smile that doesn’t quite disarm Mr. Hargrove like he was hoping.

“So,” Mr. Hargrove begins, letting go of Steve’s now sore hand. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, well Mr. Hargrove-”

“Go ahead and call me Neil, son.” The man says in a way that feels more intimidating than he thinks it should. Steve hears a door close rather harshly from inside the house. Mr. Hargro- Neil grimaces at it for a split second.

“Okay uh… Neil. I just wanted to talk to you about your son. Your son is Billy Hargrove, correct?”

“That’s correct.” Neil’s face stays as stoic as before.

“Well I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but I felt someone should bring it up with you. Your son has been a… a… menace. To a lot of people at school.”

Steve worked through so many words in his head and menace is what tumbles out of his dumb, nervous brain. It’s like he’s holding cotton in his mouth, he feels so stupid.

It does the job though. If human eyes could turn red, Neil’s eyes would be like a firetruck. Or maybe the fire itself.

“He has, huh?”

“Yes, sir.” Steve hates saying sir. Feels he needs to, here. “And outside of school as well. To a lot of little kids and… and even to your younger daughter.”

Steve knows Max isn’t his biological daughter. At least, he’s pretty sure. Pretty sure the dad is Billy’s and the mom is Max’s. But it slips out before he can stop it. More cotton balls falling from his mouth. Still, it’s working as he meant it to.

Right? This is what I’m trying to do?

Because suddenly, seeing the tension in this man’s jaw and the fire in his eyes, Steve’s not quite so sure he wants to be here anymore.

“Oh really? And have your parents witnessed this?”

Steve blinks. He doesn’t really understand the question.

“Uh… excuse me, sir, my parents?” Steve starts to pick at the side hem of his jeans.

“Yes.” Neil’s teeth are clenched. Steve fights not to take a step back. “Your parents. Do they notice too?”

Steve really has to wrap his mind around the question before he can come up with an appropriate answer. This man has heard of his parents, probably because people gossip. If people are gossiping, it’s probably about their money. It’s always about their money. Their influence even though, if anyone were to ask Steve, they don’t really have any. They’re never around to influence the town like everyone seems to swear they do. They just have money, and apparently money talks. As far as Steve is concerned, it’s more of a whisper, but he knows not everyone feels the same way. He knows someone who lives in a house like this, with untended gardens and unpaved walkways, probably doesn’t feel the same way.

He thinks he has an answer now.

“Yes, they have noticed. They think it’s a little… embarrassing.”

Neil looks like he’s going to growl. Steve takes that step back now, even though he doesn’t think about it.

“That’s very interesting.” Neil really might as well be snarling at this point. “Well, thank you for telling me, son. I’ll definitely have a chat with William.”

Steve nods his head and before he can think about it or even say a word, the door is in his face and the man is gone, the only thing left behind being the sound of heavy footsteps.

Steve feels like he’s in a bit of a daze as he walks back to his car, but not before tripping over the crack in the poorly paved walkway. And Steve may not be the smartest kid in school, may not be the smartest kid in Hawkins at this moment, but if there’s one thing he does know, it’s that Billy is getting grounded right now.

He’d call this a success.

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Billy isn’t at school the next day.

Steve tries to pretend like he’s not nervous about it.

And really, he isn’t all that nervous. Sure, it’s in the back of his mind for most of the day, but he’s not exactly nervous. He's not even sure what he would be nervous about.

It’s not until he sees Max yelling at Dustin and smacking him upside the head that he gets a little nervous.

It’s not like it has to be a particularly special occasion for Max to do something like that to Dustin, but still. There’s something in Steve’s gut that tells him he’s involved in this. If Max’s angry eyes that turn on him are anything to go by, he’s right in his assumption.

“Did you come to my house last night?” She asks like she knows. It’s hardly a question.

“Yes.” Steve shoves his hands in his pockets to keep them from lifting in the air in submission.

“You idiots! What were you thinking?” Max yells, smacking Dustin then Mike then Lucas, who whines that he didn’t want it to happen. She then turns to Steve, punching his arm harshly.

“Woah woah woah, what did we do?” Steve asks like he doesn’t know.

“Like you don’t know, you moron! You- you! Did you talk to Neil?”

Steve is so taken aback that he just nods. Max growls.

“You moron! Never come to my house again!” Max’s face is red with anger, absolutely fuming as Dustin and Mike and Lucas sputter all at once in a vain attempt to make things right. But Max isn’t listening, she’s laying her board on the ground, about to skate away.

“Wha-? Max, what’s wrong? We were just-”

“I don’t care what you were trying to do!”

“Your brother is an asshole! You say so all the time!” Dustin yells in a desperate type of defense. Max’s eyes look far more hurt now than anything else, even as she’s still glaring daggers.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says and there’s a lot less malice in her voice now. Her shoulders are slumped as she starts to skate away.

Steve can’t take it.

“Max.” It’s in vain. He tries harder. ”Max! Where’s your brother?”

“Stay away from him.” Max calls back, pushing off to skate faster.

The boys all look to Steve, who knows in an instant.

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At least, he hopes he does. It’s not until he’s about a mile out from the quarry that he starts to have second thoughts about if his gut was right.

He’s driving slowly, mind reeling, heart pumping blood so loudly through his ears that he can’t hear his music, when he sees a figure he wasn’t expecting to see.

Hop?

It is. It’s Hop. Standing above a hunched over boy that Steve is praying is the boy he’s been looking for. He knows it is- no one else has that haircut in Hawkins.

Steve steps out of his car gingerly, does his best to avoid twigs and leaves on the ground as he walks up to the pair to listen in on what they’re saying.

Hop’s face is serious, with a tone to match.

“Look, like it or not you’re still a minor. If you keep not showing up for school your parents are gonna get in big trouble.”

“Promise?” Billy’s voice is weak.

“Har har. Get to class tomorrow.” Hop says, entirely unimpressed. A few seconds go by, the white noise of Indiana bugs fill in the silence between them in the strangest way Steve has ever experienced. Suddenly the air is different. It shifts in a very personal way. Steve immediately picks up on the fact that he shouldn’t be here, right before Hop begins again with:

“… You... know, right? If you need someone to drive you I can-”

It’s soft and sincere and Hop’s hand is reaching out towards Billy’s shoulder gingerly, like he’s going to pet a strange animal, when he catches something in the corner of his eye- and that something is Steve.

Hop clears his throat, and Billy looks over to Hop at the sound.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find someone.” Hop says, voice void of emotion. Billy turns his head just enough to see Steve out of the corner of his eye before he whips back around. “Stay outta trouble, kid.”

And with that, Hop gives what looks like a sad smile in Billy’s direction before leaving. He gives an odd nod of acknowledgement to Steve as he passes, his face looking rougher than usual. More tired.

Steve takes a couple of steps forward, suddenly finding himself in the position of approaching a strange animal. This “strange animal” that he’s seen almost every day for the past couple of months.

Billy’s still sat on the ground, his legs in a folded up form of criss cross that allow his elbows to hook around his knees. Steve thinks he looks rather small like this. He hasn’t moved to look up at Steve at all. Steve isn’t even sure if the boy looked at Hop when he was here.

“Hey…” He starts, hoping it’ll get the boy’s attention. It doesn’t. “Uh, Billy?”

He’s met with the white noise of the screeching bugs. They stand there until Steve can’t take it, which is only about 3 seconds tops.

“Billy?”

Again, nothing. Billy doesn’t even move-doesn’t even flinch.

“Hargrove.” Steve is stern with it this time.

Steve’s getting impatient, but Billy’s a rock. Steve shifts to sit in his hip.

“Hey, asshole!” He calls a little louder than he needs to when he’s a few feet away. The response is rather instant this time.

“You called?” Billy’s voice drawls and it gets under Steve’s skin like nothing else.

“God you’re annoying…“ Steve groans, exhaustion visible in his face and audible in his voice. He rubs a hand down his cheek as his heart races with the words building up in his mouth. The cotton balls are back. “Hey uh… Why weren’t you at school today?”

He doesn’t know what to expect, but the unattractive snort definitely isn’t surprising.

“Ha…” Billy’s laugh comes out more like a puff of air. “Got some new accessories that I don’t think fit the dress code.”

Billy’s looking at the ground when he says it and Steve almost doesn’t hear. Certainly doesn’t understand.

“What? What are you talking about?”

Billy’s shoulders shake and it takes a few seconds of debating if Billy needs a comforting hand or something to realize he’s chuckling and not crying. The boy shakes his head, curly mullet bouncing in a way that’s far too light for how Steve feels right now.

“Why do you care, huh Harrington? Miss me that much?” Billy looks to his feet now. Steve sees the hint of a smirk on his lips, past his curls. “Can’t handle a day without me?”

“Shut up, it’s not like that-”

“You came all the way out here to look for me.”

Steve pauses.

“I was heading here anyway.” He lies. Billy snorts like he knows it’s a lie. Because he does know.

“Right. It’s fine to miss me, babe.”

Steve’s face burns.

“Don’t call me that.” He hisses, blood boiling where it’s pumping fast through his body. Billy cackles for good measure.

Steve’s got half a mind to turn around. Damn this guy, whatever he got, he fucking deserved it. He’s an asshole. Whatever happened should have happened.

But…

But Max. The image of her red face and tired eyes flashes into Steve’s memory. She was livid. Screaming. Close to crying.

You don’t know what you’re talking about.

Steve didn’t like that. Because how is he supposed to know if no one says anything? How is he supposed to understand if no one tells him?

He sighs.

“Look Hargrove I… I’m sorry. Okay?”

He feels defensive. Billy almost looks at him, but looks at Steve’s shoes instead. Steve still can’t see his face from the shadows of the trees and curls.

“Sorry for what?”

“I… I-” Steve stammers because he didn’t expect a question.

“Use your words, princess.” Billy says on a snort and Steve breaks.

“I don’t know! Okay? I don’t know. It’s just… Max was upset this afternoon and said something about your… your dad, I guess and now I… she made me feel awful and I don’t even know why but I do know I’m sorry, alright? So can you just quit being an asshole and accept my apology and-”

Steve’s eyes wander back to the boy at his feet. Billy’s shoulders are tense. Up by his ears, muscles taut all down his back, absolutely strung out.

“What do you know about my dad?” His voice is dark now. Dangerous. There’s a growl in it. A familiar one.

Steve fights his step back.

“I just… Not a lot. I just met him-”

“Shit.” Billy whispers, loud enough for Steve to hear. His shoulders are shaking- like a leaf in the fall wind and suddenly Steve feels that concern again.

Billy throws his head back, eyes closed and grimace on his lips as he shakes his head in what looks like disbelief, hair falling down behind him as the sun catches him and makes his face light up in a way that's near blinding and Steve knows this is a serious situation and thus is definitely not thinking about how the late evening sun does Billy and his gorgeous skin every favor.

“Shoulda known. The rich and famous Harringtons.”

Steve rolls his eyes at the statement.

“We’re not famous. We’re not even that rich, I-”

And that’s when Billy finally turns his head to Steve. Finally lets Steve see what he’s been wanting to see- that stupidly smug face with that stupidly cocky grin, telling Steve everything is fine and-

And-

“Holy shit… Billy, what happened?”

Billy’s face is more purple than it is tan. The skin around both eyes is bruised, his left worse than his right. There’s a bit of red on his cheek and his lower lip is split. The side of his neck has a few bruises as well, and Steve knows just from looking at them that they weren’t done out of passion- not romantic passion at least. No, rather a far more malevolent passion.

And now Steve notices the way Billy is moving. Gingerly and slow, like everything aches. It probably does.

Good lord…

“Billy?”

Billy’s looking up at Steve with the saddest eyes and it hits Steve like a freight train. There’s no anger to be found in them. Any fire that was there is there for a split second before they just turn tired. Bloodshot and worn and tired. His lips curl up into a grin that carries poison in it.

“I ran into a wall. Fell down the stairs.” Billy says, in a voice that tries so hard to be innocent that it’s haunting. “I’m a real clumsy kid.”

Billy’s voice wavers at that last part and it strikes Steve like a knife to his chest. Because he doesn’t want to say it, doesn’t even want to think it… but he thinks he knows. This happened to him once. Those words sound familiar and they link back to when Steve was 13- the first and last time his father ever backhanded him- and Steve could see the fear in both of his parents faces as they implored him to tell everyone he just fell down the stairs.

Steve doesn’t know what to say. What to do with his hands. Just looks into Billy’s eyes until he can’t anymore. Until he’s fidgeting and his mind is racing and his heart is threatening to rip a hole in his chest and-

“Can you do me a favor?” Billy asks, voice quieter than Steve’s ever heard him.

“Uhm…” Steve has to bite his tongue before he starts babbling.

“Real simple favor.” Billy turns his eyes to his own shoes. “Never come by my house again. Alright?”

Steve’s heart drops. He sees Billy heave a heavy sigh after he says those words.

“Wha-?”

“God, Harrington.” Billy’s exasperated. Tilts his head back and this time the light catches all of that purple on his face. It’s a universe of the most confusing pain Steve’s ever felt and he feels stupid even thinking that. “Can you hear me or do you have too much dried hairspray caked in your ears? I need you to listen.”

“I’m listening.” Steve’s voice is near a whisper. He can’t take his eyes off the bruising.

“Good. Don’t come by my house. Ever again.”

Steve feels a lump in his throat. Billy turns blue, expectant eyes on Steve, who just nods in what feels like shame. The most hideous and painful shame.

“Yeah… yeah okay I uh… fuck Billy. Shit, I’m so sorry-”

“Save it.” Billy stretches his legs out in front of him, head tilting back, face catching the sun.

“I’m serious I-”

“I said save it.” Billy screws his eyes shut. “I don’t wanna hear about it, alright?”

Steve nods, heat prickling the back of his eyelids.

Billy sighs.

“I’ll be back in school by Monday. I’ll be sure to be a real asshole. Make up for lost time.”

Billy’s acting like this is normal. Like this isn’t major. Like Steve didn’t just discover something he’s sure in a million years he wasn’t supposed to see.

The curly haired boy looks up with tired blue eyes and Steve can’t do anything. All he can do is watch this boy ache when he moves and it makes Steve livid. Saddened. Frightened.

“Billy… I don’t know who’s doing this-” A lie. He’s pretty sure. He has a good inkling, at least. He saw that man. “But they shouldn’t be. You don’t deserve it.”

And now all Steve can think about is how he didn’t believe that statement not 20 minutes ago. Any action Billy made always left Steve begging for a comeuppance. The boy’s an asshole, sure, but… no one deserves this.

Steve is boiling over it. Boiling in a cold sweat because it took this- this horrific moment of realization to realize the boy’s just a kid. Like him and Tommy and Jonathan. Just a stupid 17 year old who does some bratty things.

Billy looks up at Steve and chuckles in tired disbelief.

“You don’t deserve it.” Steve implores, made desperate by the disbelief he sees in Billy.

Billy just looks up at him, looking utterly hopeless, utterly defeated.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Neither can take their eye off the other, and Steve’s sure it’s for different reasons, but his mind is racing, rushing, flooding with his own- with his own concern for the exhaustion that he sees, with his fear of how long this has gone on, with his (truthfully, surprising) anger towards the fact that this boy’s beauty has been bruised and bloodied and that’s a new revelation… beauty…

Billy looks away first. He tells Steve to go. Raises his voice a bit when Steve takes a step in the wrong direction and moves to sit with him. Insists he’ll see Steve at school and it’s all a blur as Steve’s voice doesn’t allow him to say anything.

And in a few minutes of his rushing blood deafening him, he’s back in his car and Everybody Wants to Rule the World comes to life through the speakers as he drives away from this boy that he didn’t know he cared this much about until… until maybe too late.

And Steve’s blood is rushing, boiling inside of him until... until a near calm smile rests on his lips. A small, hopeful smile.

Because Billy promised to talk to him Monday. To keep their dynamic going.

Maybe the ball is back in Steve’s court. And if it is, he’s definitely running with it.

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Fandoms I will be writing for + the original characters within

Including a brief summary of each.

Birds of Prey Valerie Steward - Crime boss, rival of Roman Sionis, has Renfield Syndrome, usually likes the most expensive and lush possessions. Has very large circles beneath her (In a social/hierarchical sense). Can be incredibly eccentric, and very passionate.

One/Omni- The first of the Blackcoats, a large group of highly trained marshal-like operatives. Omni himself usually does not get involved in combat, and pays close attention to details.

Two/Hyinth- The second in the first thirteen/High Council of the Blackcoats. Isn’t quick to rush to violence, though they will do what they must to get things done.

Three/Cettie- The financial backer of the council. Doesn’t usually get involved with the violent sectors of the organisation, she finds it a waste of time.

Four/Aven- Pure bodyguard material. That’s it, that’s Aven. Not himbo- he’s to smart and sharp for that- just muscly man who will protect at all costs.

Five/Aretha- Now when I tell you that this woman knows how to kill someone and get away with it, I mean it. She trained to be Valerie’s understudy in a sense, and has perfected her own technique in disposing of people when asked.

Six/Giga- The techie. Honestly, they know so much about random stuff they will RAM it down your throat. They’re also kind of jokey, hence the pun.

Seven- Seven gave up his name when he was fairly young, and is now one of the most powerful and down-to-earth of the Blackcoat high council, as he is the one who oversees the training regimens.

Eight/Axel- A total wild card of the group. Rarely follows orders, and lashes out with violence fairly frequently. He’s honestly a big softie though.

Nine/Jerra- Usually the one that gets sent in when they need an undercover job done, or a mole of some description. He’s a phenomenal actor.

Ten/Rocsas- One of the youngest. He’s very ‘in’ with the word on the streets of Gotham,and often informs the council of riots/coups that are being planned by the gangs of the city of crime.

Eleven/Ixi- Iris/Thirteen’s twin. They are very detached, and don’t often show emotion in the work place. It is suspected that they show lots of affection in a domestic setting though.

Twelve/Brutus- As his name suggests, he is the strongest of the group, naturally born this way and has honed his skills in since starting training. He is very protective, and follows orders. Not always the brightest spark though, but occasionally he will get a good idea.

Thirteen/Iris- Sometimes referred to as the ‘softest’ of the High Council, as she is much more compassionate than the majority of her peers. She doesn’t mind it all that much, and often interjects in debates with the more emotional side of the story.

Twenty-Six/Kalmiya- Almost an entirely blank slate, she is seen as the perfect soldier. Little room for emotions, much room for logic. However, she does seem to learn social cues and expressions very quickly off of other people.

CATS A note- about the cats ocs; Just because they are stated to have mated with another Tom/Queen does not mean I won’t write for them. If I write for the children, the bond between parents is not usually mentioned.

Ariadne-A witch’s cat. She is quite mysterious, but once she warms up to you she’ll adore you like there’s no tomorrow. She is able to teleport over a short distance, has slight telepathy, and sometimes has visions of the future.

Graciette- The pub cat. Daughter of Skimbleshanks and Jennyanydots, younger sister to the mischievous twins Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, and older sister to the young kitten Electra. She is always on time, and is very enthusiastic about overseeing the games in the pub.

Leviticus- The oldest triplet, son of Ariande and the Rum Tum Tugger. He is very close with his grandfather, Old Deuteronomy, and very wise.

Squiggletigs-The middle triplet, second son of Ariande and the Rum Tum Tugger. He is usually found with Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, he is much more playful than his older brother. He’s like the middle ground between Leviticus and Pixietrick.

Pixietrick- The youngest child of Ariande and the Rum Tum Tugger, and their only daughter. She’s very much like her father, both in appearance and in personality.

Fantasma- The inventor’s cat, and daughter of Graciette and Alonzo. A lot of her time in the junkyard is spent finding random little trinkets and other doo-dads to use for her inventions, or just random collections she has. She’s very shy, and very sweet.

Zilke- The blind cat, mother of Quaxo/Mistoffelees and Victoria. She tried to stick by Macavity when he was kicked from the tribe, her love blinding her to the near regicide that was committed. Eventually, she became actually blind.

Seattine- One of the two pirate cats, rumoured to be descendants of Growltiger himself. They rarely come ashore, but when they do, they play many a shanty for old Gus. Seattine favours the concertina as her instrument, and is usually very upbeat.

Hurdeon- One of the two pirate cats, rumoured to be descendants of Growltiger himself. They rarely come ashore, but when they do, they play many a shanty for old Gus. Hurdeon favours the hurdy gurdy, and is a lot calmer than his twin sister.

Doctor Sleep Elva Warren- The owner of a sweet little antique shop in New Hampshire. She is always welcoming to new faces, and she knows just what cheers them up when she meets them, what to say to make them smile, all because of her Shine.

IANOWT Marilyn Higgins - An uncool kid like Stan and Sid, though a lot of people consider her to be less cool then them. Mostly because of all the morbid facts she spouts, especially during Science class. Probably also doesn’t help that she knows a fair few ways that the world could end that make some people uneasy.

IT Melissa Farley- A British exchange student from a small village in Norfolk. She is very kind to those around her, even willing to take them in and introduce them to her family’s traditions and interests. She has even offered to tutor some of the Losers, should they ever need it. Tiffany Crandall- A farming gal from Ludlow, Maine. She moved to Derry with her grandmother and grandfather after her parents were hit by a speeding Orinco truck. She is neughbour’s with Mike Hanlon, and has very little fear when it comes to brawls. It’s traffic and roads she doesn’t like.

Moulin Rouge Celine Bisset- A dancer in the Moulin Rouge. She is usually quite gentle, unless her client asks for her to be rougher and more assertive. She ended up becoming a dancer there because her fiance left her stranded when he ran off with another woman.

Overwatch Asteria Murphy- After surviving an omnic siege where Blackwatch was sent to free the inhabitants of an apartment block, Asteria joined Overwatch to try and make sure nothing like that happened again.

Mars Virgil- Son of Asteria Murphy, and Jesse McCree. Grew up in Deadlock Grange with his mother, and Robert Virgil- the man he assumed was his father. He joined Overwatch after an attack on his mother’s diner, and found out his true family soon after.

Resident Evil Village Ihrin Moreau- Sister of Salvatore Moreau. Unlike her brother, her experience with the Cadou did not mutate her into a fish at first glance. It is when she comes into contact with water that her first stage mutation reveals itself, and her true mutated form shows when she is critically injured. She is vain and practically unfeeling unless something catches her eye.

Aeolus Aetos- Self proclaimed “Lord of the Wing”. Aeolus is a man who’s mutation made him think so highly of himself that he only concerns himself with his own problems. He is vain, and keeps himself the most pristine he can. Being mutated to appear part eagle gives him both his pride and his expert hunting skills

Mori Russell- One of the village hunters, who survived the lycan attacks by fleeing into the forests, and hiding out of sight.

Lena Vaughn- Daughter of the local brewer. Also survived the lycan attacks, but because of her skill with a shotgun rather than running away.

Shallow Grave Deirdre Sullivan- A failing artist who moved from her family home in Ireland to chase her dreams. She’s partway there, she’s just lacking in the money.Money that she has a hand in keeping away from David.

Star Wars Alaana Rohiikshuul- A Jedi consular/seer. She is very down to earth, and tries her best to have the mysteries of the Force reveal themselves to her so that she may write of them. It is this constant search for knowledge that has her meditating for days on end, lost in her own thoughts. Alessandro Rohiikshuul - Alaana’s twin brother, and the slightly more impulsive of the two. This is not to say he is outwardly violent. Like Alaana, he makes sure to exhaust all other options beforehand. He is much more openly passionate. Othkiir Rohiikshuul- A young, feline force sensitive from Alaana and Alessandro’s home planet, Tmryn. He can be a little all over the place sometimes, but he tries to do everything he can for the greater good.

Daesha’Tiatkin- A Twi’lek force sensitive who deserted the Jedi Order in her late teens- opting to live a scoundrel’s life. She does what betters her, and usually her alone, though you should not mistake this for having no moral compass. She is impulsive, and almost always optimistic.

Kyden Kenobi- Son of Sith!Obi-Wan and Sith!Alaana. Captain/Commander of the Night Witches squadron in the Empire’s fleet. Usually incredibly goofy and sweet.

Trainspotting Ava Byrne- (First film)- A philosophy student who got stuck in Edinburgh when she left her home. She got stuck in the same apartment building as Renton and the other boys, but refuses to divulge in their illegal activities. (Second film)- Ava didn’t end up leaving Edinburgh, the best thing she managed to do was write “The Ethics of Drug Use”, which was of course inspired by the boys’ old lives. She hasn't properly seen the boys since Mark left, though she will occasionally pass Simon or Daniel in the street, and give them a semi-respectful nod.

Misc (Special Ingredients- my original story in the works) Tex Hudson- The eldest brother of the trio of brothers, and he was the one to change his name when he got married the first time, as if it would help him in his family’s “business”. He has quite a temper, and is usually rather gruff. There are occasions where he can be sweet, they’re just growing exceedingly rare. Sloane Sawyer- The middle brother, and arguably the most elegant of the three. Always in a suit, he acts like the perfect gentleman in front of others, however when there’s no one else around, he tends to gloat about how many kills he has under his belt. James ‘JJ’ Sawyer- The youngest brother, but also the tallest. Standing at a whopping six foot nine, Jamie may seem like a beast of a man, but he actually quite gentle. He’s a little slower than the others when it comes to figuring some things out, but he doesn’t let that slow him down anywhere else. He is incredibly sweet, quite passionate, and not afraid to show his vulnerable side when his brother’s aren’t around.

Victoria/Victor Farley- A pirate captain who sails within the Devil’s Ring (more on that in their first piece), and acts however they so please within the pirate code. Born as Victoria Farley on mainland England, they followed their father through to the centre of the Devil’s Ring- becoming one of his crew in the process. From there they fought on and on, till they became a ship’s captain themselves.

Scenarios/genres I will write -Fluff -Angst -Smut* -Horror -A combination of those stated above *This will only be written when I am in the mood. Bear in mind these may take longer than usual because I have to be in the correct mindset. I will edit this when necessary

Character Q&A is currently open!

I will include trigger warnings and such at the beginning of each Oneshot/imagine/headcanon list.

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auburnfamilynews · 4 years

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Chuck Cook-USA TODAY Sports

Time to Barn Hard

Here we go... With under 24 hours until the kickoff of Auburn’s 2020 season, the luminaries here at College & Magnolia offer their sage opinions on what Tiger fans will see tomorrow afternoon. Most of us see a close contest destined to give us that all too familiar fall Saturday heartburn but there are a few brave souls who are prepared to barn hard no matter what.

Auburn (-7.5) vs Kentucky (O/U 49.5)

2019 Auburn fans won’t recognize 2020 Auburn. Bo Nix is going to take a huge leap forward. His receivers are healthy for game one. Our fearless leader has finally found someone he trusts enough to manage playcalling duties. The defense will reload with All-Conference (and maybe All-American) talent. A talented (and deep!) group of hard-hitting running backs. Pre-season optimism has overwhelmed pre-game jitters for me. Look for Chad Morris to show off all his weapons Saturday. He has a tendency to put up a lot of points in his first game at a new school. Brace yourselves, Wildcats. Let’s barn hard, yall.

Auburn 48

Kentucky 14

-Josh Dub

I was talking with a friend of my wife’s the other day and she asked how I thought Auburn would do. I was raised by an old school Auburn fan who taught me to sandbag and say that we were just hoping that everyone buckled their chin straps correctly and that they just had fun out there. That was met with my wife telling her, I always do this. I responded by saying that I just lower the bar so that, when they win by 40 in a game I don’t expect, I get the rush of being a kid again and genuinely happy when Auburn wins.

That said! HERE WE GO!

Auburn has got stars everywhere on the outside and in the backfield but a bunch of green horns on the starting line on offense, so IF Chad Morris (or Gus if he is still calling the plays) can use quick screens and....this route called a slant...to hide the fact that the Auburn offensive line will look a lot like the French army circa 1938, then they might buy a few chances for Anders to kick some field goals.

On defense, you don’t lose D Brown and Marlon and get better. You probably don’t maintain the production you had last year on the D-Line. You can get back there, but that takes time and experience. That said, I am a bit more bullish on the defense as a whole. There is a ton of talent to go around on the line and the secondary and the Linebackers may be the best in the conference. Once again, the defense will keep Auburn in every game for the most part. And that new line will be tested against a really well coached, running offense that Kentucky brings to the Plains.

I love what Mark Stoops has been able to build in Lexington, and sort of done what Matt Campbell has done at Iowa State, that team you just don’t want to see cause they are scrappy and will take advantage of your mistakes. On the betting lines, I am staying away from this one with spendy cashy monies but with fakey non-existant moneies, I love the Cats getting a touchdown and a hook because I see this one being in the 3-4 range with Auburn probably winning, just based on history and going with my heart, but I could totally see Kentucky pulling this off as well.

Gimme Auburn over Kentucky 27-24 and the defense had to get a late stop to seal this one away. Nothing like a late missed FG to start that stomach ulcer.

(betting pick: UK and the points, Over at 51)

-Drew Mac

Auburn *should* win this game. Auburn *should* have the talent advantage. But hey, this is 2020. Who knows what havoc Covid will have wrought on install for any given team.

That being said, I trust Bo Nix’s development as a true sophomore. I think this Auburn team, while still going through some growing pains, will finally start to hit on explosive plays with a veteran WR corps. This Kentucky defense is not the one that one 10 games two years ago.

The only way things go sideways is if the retooled defensive line can’t stop the Kentucky ground game, which is an extremely valid concern. The Wildcats have three returning backs who combined for 1,900 yards and 18 TDs while sharing the spotlight with Lynn Bowden Jr last year, and Terry Wilson is no slouch. I think the Auburn linebackers are going to have to earn their keep as best LB group in the SEC here in week 1.

Auburn takes this one with some big plays through the air and a defense that bucks up in the second half. 27-13 Auburn.

-Ryan Sterritt

I’m a huge proponent of playing a patsy in week 1. In a normal season fall camp doesn’t really give a complete picture of how an offensive line communicates in real time, how well the quarterback has his timing down with his receivers, if the tailback has fumbling problems, mike linebacker being able to switch the defensive alignment based on tendencies, etc. etc. But if you can’t play a patsy I’m a huge proponent of playing a top 10 team who will keep you engaged without distractions leading up to kickoff and will tell you so much about where you can go from here. What you don’t want is a trap game in week 1.

Folks what we have here is a trap game in week 1.

We’re 14 points better than Kentucky. I genuinely believe that. Talent wise and coaching we’re at least 2 scores better than this football team at home. And it does not matter one bit thanks to COVID.

I am so concerned over what we’re going to look like out there considering how many guys were held out at various points of our extended fall camp thanks to COVID. Which wouldn’t be as big of a deal in a normal year, even though it would still be a big deal, but OH YEAH WE HAD NO SPRING PRACTICE. So in keeping with my tradition of being absolutely God awful at Barnin’ Hard, this tiger ain’t changing his stripes for this one.

Keys to victory:

- Stop a Kentucky ground attack with a defensive line that is fully capable of plugging the gaps and have your linebackers make plays in space. This will only work if our corners, who will be in a lot of one on one situations, make plays. Jaylin Simpson is the guy that will get picked on, and this is a fine opportunity for the redshirt freshman to get thrown into the deep end to see if he’ll sink or swim in his first meaningful snaps. If he can hold his own, we’re in good shape.

- Establish an intermediate passing attack early in this game. Keep their defense off balance early on the offensive script and allow Bo Nix and an offensive line that will struggle but has a higher ceiling than that of the last 2 seasons gain some confidence early.

- Get the fastest player in all of college football 10 touches/targets for the day. This one may appear in all 10 entries of “Keys to Victory” for our schedule this year. Scheme to get Anthony Schwartz the ball in multiple ways. And then scheme off of it to get other players in positions to be in favorable coverages.

- Rotate your running backs in a way that makes sense instead of giving the “guy with the hot hand” 25 carries. This running back room is deeper and more talented than it has been since the healthy parts of 2016/2017 for Pettway and KJ. Give these guys a chance to punish Kentucky’s defense with fresh legs for 4 quarters. Make them hate playing us.

- Oh, and finally, get some sound sleep and show up alert for an 11 AM kickoff. I don’t need to explain to any of you why this is obviously something we should all worry over.

All in all I think being at home does matter, despite 20,000 people in the stands. Traveling in these uncertain times has to account for something, right?

Auburn 27 Kentucky 21

-Josh Black

If the first few weeks of football are any indication, I’m expecting some low scoring sloppy games on Saturday. And while Auburn’s rivals have essentially “warmup games” to start their season, Auburn will play another ranked opponent in Week 1. That’s JABA right?

Anyways, I’m really excited to see this group of Running Backs led by Captain Shaun Shivers this season. I’m really excited to see Shaun get the opportunity to start and it’ll be interesting to see how many carries he and the rest of the RBs get on Saturday. This is an experienced receiving corps too led by Seth Williams, “Flash” Anthony Schwartz and veteran Eli Stove.

The biggest question to me (other than the offensive line) will be the defensive line as it’s hard replacing Derrick Brown and Marlon Davidson. And we can all hope for better O-Line play this season and a more mature Bo Nix as he enters Year 2 as the starting QB.

As I said earlier, I’m thinking this is a low-scoring game and I’m a bit concerned about this one, with the 11AM kick and all but I’ll take Auburn in a close one.

Auburn 17 Kentucky 14

-Will McLaughlin

I firmly believe Auburn has a significant talent advantage at the skill positions in this matchup. Yes the Cats have an athletic QB, a strong stable of backs, intriguing WRs and a surprisingly good secondary but across the board I’ll take Auburn. However, it won’t matter if the Tigers lose the line of scrimmage battle which is way more likely than any of us wanna imagine.

As you have probably read, heard, seen by now, Kentucky has one of the best offensive lines in the country. This isn’t a group made up of 3-star kids with heart. Left tackle Landon Young was a 5-star recruit. Center Drake Jackson was a 4-star ranked as a top 150 player. Future NFLer Darian Kinnard was a 4-star recruit as well. This is both an experienced AND talented front who enjoy physically beating the hell out of their opponents. Everyone in the world knew that a run play was likely coming last fall and it rarely mattered. While I trust Rodney Garner & Kevin Steele to rebuild this front 4 for the Tigers, I am concerned about them being ready to go week 1. Even with Derrick Brown and Marlon Davidson last year, Oregon pushed around the Tigers for one half. This UK OL is of the same calibre and it wouldn’t shock me if they came out the gate with similar success.

Then there’s the other side of the ball where the UK return plenty of experience of a solid front 7. However, they were actually pretty porous against the run last fall allowing over 5 yards a carry against SEC competition. The problem is I am not sure if Auburn is ready to take advantage. In most years, when I see a defense susceptible to the run, I expect an AU victory that borders on dominant. I just don’t know if the Tigers though will be ready to go on Saturday.

That’s why Anders Carlson will be the x-factor. I think Auburn’s offense will look disjointed but generate enough explosive plays to get into UK territory consistently. They don’t put the ball in the end zone as much as we would like but Anders knocks through 4 big kicks. The defense rebounds from a rough first quarter to limit the UK offense to only 2 touchdowns on the day. Auburn recovers a late onside kick to escape with a hard won victory.

Auburn 26 Kentucky 20

-AU Nerd

Auburn at 11am.

Auburn in season openers.

Auburn as favorites vs hungry teams.

Yuck. I am finding it hard to Barn as hard...——record scratch—-

(The boys are back in town starts playing)

Just kidding!

The Boys are back!

Guys we are gonna kill em.

Auburn 34- Kats 24

-Son of Crow

Most of the time I have some idea of what to expect. There’s a gut feeling, an inkling, an intuition. Even days when I publicly avow a big win, and we end up losing, I realize that I knew it deep in my soul. This time, I have nothing. I guess that’s what 2020 will do to a man. I can’t pick this game with my heart or my gut, so I have to go with the limited knowledge that we’ve been able to glean from the practice fields. Somehow, Gus has kept it tighter than usual this season. He’s keeping spies, leaks, and COVID out of the fold.

It’s not a big secret that Auburn’s level of talent is superior across the board, but Kentucky might have the mix of experience to go along with its skill to make this a very scary opening contest. We’ve heard that the Wildcats’ lines are both going to be solid, and that gives us a flashback of what the Oregon offense was able to do for about a half last year in Arlington. Auburn can’t afford a slow start on Saturday, because we’ll be breaking in a new offensive line. Now, that might not be the worst thing in the world — our line last year was nothing much to write home about — but they started to get better down the stretch. That said, this year’s group might be more maulers than linemen. Sometimes you just need some dudes being guys up front to push people around. We might have that, thus the run game could come to life with a much more talented group in the backfield. Not to mention, Bo Nix’s sophomore development with a true quarterback coach could be something unparalleled.

Kentucky will give us a fight, but there’s no way I’m picking us to lose this game. It’ll probably be close, and uncomfortably so for a while I’d wager. Still, the home “crowd” and the overall talent win out in the end. I think someone else mentioned Anders Carlson being a weapon in this one, and I agree. I think he hits 3 kicks and Auburn scores 3 touchdowns. Tigers 30-21.

-Jack Condon

In our preseason predictions I pegged this as one of the three games that Auburn could lose, and had it at the top of my list as the one I’m most worried about. That may seem weird, but we really just have no clue how any team, including our own is going to look on Saturday. We’ve all seen how bad some of these other teams already playing have looked, and I guess people think that there’s no way their own team could look that bad, but I’m not so sure. That said, I believe this Auburn team has all the components necessary to be better than last season and thus easily handle a Kentucky team that is, well they’re Kentucky. The new look offense should give an older, more seasoned Bo Nix a chance to throw some higher percentage passes, we have an SEC caliber stable of running backs for the first time in a couple of seasons, and presumably a fully healthy group of receivers. The new-look offensive line doesn’t concern me at all, because, well, I’ve lived through the last two seasons. At this point Kevin Steele and co. have earned my utmost confidence that the defense will pick up right where they left off.

Tigers 37 - Cats 12

-AU Chief

Man alive I wish I wasn’t so worried about this. Kentucky is well coached. They know what they are, and they don’t try to do things outside their comfort zone. Their strengths could cause problems for us. And yet, Auburn has more talent. 2020 is going to be a weird year, but I think having better athletes is going to win out more often than not, because teams are going to have to keep things simple. I like everything I’m hearing out of fall camp. I still don’t know about that line though. I could see a backdoor cover for UK where Auburn has to recover an onside kick to clinch things. I could see a front door cover for Auburn putting the game away late. I’ll stay on the safe side.

Auburn 24

Kentucky 17

(Auburn wins, UK covers; under)

-James Jones

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[Veterans didn't die] The night of taking back the wall and their reaction of eating meat and Eren and Jean's fight. Seeing just Hange with other squad leaders made me miss the fallen veterans. Also the evening where Trost are sending the Survery Corps off with smiles on their faces. Along with their reaction to Erwin's scream lol and riding off to Shiganshina.

tweaked and cut around the requests a bit so i could fit it into one fic but hope this is sufficient!

A Splendid Night

Survey Corps. Canon Divergence.

1304 words.

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a celebration quite like this in all my time in the Survey Corps,” Mike remarks, his mouth curled upward in a slight smile as he raises a glass of mulled wine to his lips. The Survey Corps does spend money on a few holidays every few months, but they have never had a celebration on this scale. It’s strange to be feasting on so much food and wine when their food is usually so strictly rationed, and Mike can’t recall the last time he saw soldiers young and old conversing with each other so boisterously, unafraid of what the future may hold tomorrow. Perhaps it is because they have found answers to questions they had been wondering for much of their life - the operation of the Titans, the enemies beyond the Wall, and the true ruler of Paradis - but Mike cannot help but believe that such celebration is premature. Still, it has been so long since they have had a chance to celebrate anything.

“Is that so? But perhaps you’re misremembering,” Nanaba teases. Happily, she pops a fatty piece of pork into her mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh after she swallows. “It’s been a while since you first joined. How many years has it been?”

“Ah, Nanaba, don’t tease him like that,” Hanji says, but they laugh as they speak. They speak with their mouth full of food - juicy beef, fresh greens, and mashed potatoes - and their horrible manners clearly disgust Levi, who sits next to them with his nose wrinkled and an expression of pure revulsion. The squad leader doesn’t seem to notice at all and continues speaking. “If Mike’s an old geezer, then I am too since we practically joined at the same time. Anyway, it’s not as if you’re that much younger. Didn’t you join a few years later?” Their mouth is dripping with sauce that they’re about to wipe away with their shirt sleeve until Moblit hands his squad leader a napkin.

Nanaba waves off this comment dismissively. “Oh, but a few years can be a lifetime. That’s what differentiates the veterans from the new recruits,” Nanaba says.

“You can’t even compare the two,” Levi grumbles. Despite being treated to foods much richer than the ones that are typically offered to the Survey Corps, but he has kept to his typical diet of bread, beef stew, and beans. He has, however, treated himself to a full mug of beer instead of refraining from alcohol as he usually does. “Those brats may have survived Titans and helped crown a new queen, but they’re still kids. It’ll take them years to get to our level.”

“Are you quite sure about that?” asks an amused Erwin. He turns over to look at where the other side of the room where the newest soldiers - too experienced to be called new recruits but not experienced enough to be considered veterans - are having a squabble of some sorts.

Compared to the older members of the Scouting Legion, the younger soldiers are a lot louder in their celebrations. When the veterans begin their drunken singing, the young soldiers join them despite not knowing the words. They mumble along, laughing because they’re getting the tune wrong. Some of the veterans even offer to teach them the melody, joking that if they’re good enough they’ll be able to drop out of the Survey Corps and join the drunken choir that Dot Pixis holds every night for the Garrison. At another table, young soldiers gossip excitedly about the new queen and what this means for the rest of them while others discuss the upcoming expedition to Shiganshina. It is, however, neither of these tables that Erwin refers to, but at another table where Eren Jaeger - humanity’s greatest weapon - currently sits with his friends.

Sasha Braus, the archer who had been a key player in clearing one of the villages that had been invaded with Titans earlier that week, is currently fighting off one of her comrades as well as two of Levi’s men. Her love of food - meat and potatoes especially - has been talked about ever since she had joined the Survey Corps, so it is no surprise to anyone present to see her hungrily going after a huge slab of pork that is meant for everyone. Her long-time comrade Connie Springer is holding her back, and Auruo and Gunther from Levi’s squad are doing their best to pin her back, but she seems to be holding up impressively well, kicking and biting at them. It was only when the three of them teamed up to tie up the soldier that they could finally relax.

Meanwhile, voices of Eren and his other friends began to escalate. Eld and Petra, who were sitting nearby and observing the conversation, watched as tensions rose with the newest recruits - a young soldier originally from the Military Police named Marlowe and other recruits who had not been involved with the government coup - argue with the others about their lack of experience. As they eavesdrop, Eld and Petra snigger, hiding their laughter behind their hands. Perhaps if they had been paying closer attention to the conversation at hand, they would have noticed that it was escalating to a point that would soon lead to Jean punching Eren right in the jaw.

“Holy shit!” Petra shouts, attracting the attention of those nearby. While Eren’s peers are quite used to the fighting - sitting by with resigned smiles - it is clear that Petra and Eld are unfamiliar with Eren and Jean’s relationship to one another, which is why they feel the need to break up the fight. Of course, this only results in them being caught up in it as well. When Petra moves to pull Eren away from Jean, a fist flies out to punch her in the ribs, and she falls back reeling.

“Shit!” Eren curses, turning back to look at Petra. He looks genuinely worried, rushing over to the fallen soldier and bends over to offer her a hand. “Did I hit you? Petra, are you alright?” As he attends to Petra, he leaves his back completely exposed to Jean, who is about to take advantage of this moment only to be held back by Eld.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Jean yelps as Eld pulls him back by the collar, choking him. Angrily, he yanks himself away from the veteran soldier and charges immediately at Eren, tackling his long-time rival to the ground and taking down Petra along with them.

“You punks,” Eld growls, going after them only to get caught up in the fight as well.

At the veterans’ table, Levi pushes back his chair, the chair legs scraping against the stone floors. With a dark expression on his face, he mutters, “Fucking brats,” and stomps off to deal with the fight. The four are too busy fighting to notice the Captain approaching, and it’s only when Levi knocks over Eren and Jean with one sweep of his leg that the others realize he’s there. As expected, he yells at them - Petra and Eld as well, who cower as the Captain barks angrily at them - and lectures them about causing such a mess.

“He’s just like a dad, isn’t he?” Nanaba says with a smile.

“Don’t let him hear you,” Hanji says in a sing-song voice, but they tap their goblet of wine against Nanaba and gives their comrade a wink. “You’re absolutely right, though.”

“What a splendid night this is,” Erwin hums happily. It’s been a while since the Survey Corps has ever been this lively.

“A splendid night indeed,” Hanji agrees, lifting their glass for a toast.

The others lift their glasses in unison and drink up. It may be the last night they can enjoy together like this, so they enjoy it while they can.

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softforcal · 5 years

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Can you continue the nascar HCs with Luke?? It was so good and all your writing is amazing

NASCAR LUKE X READER

-okay so this boy is an unlikely race car driver

-unlike his other pack of race car driving friends, he’s not the guy that’s always concerned about ‘going fast’

-like, he can be cocky, but he’s more chill and less intense

-you meet him at a club and his friends are being classic cocky, young race car driving scoundrels, flirting with girls

-and then there’s this tall blonde guy

-and he’s so pretty and angelic but he looks pretty chill

-you start talking and you ask what the big deal is because its obvious some people recognize these guys

-and he kinda of bashfully tells you that him and his three friends are nascar drivers and they’re pretty young but successful so they get a lot of attention

-and he’s used to girls hearing he’s a race car driver and asking for him to give them a ride somewhere and he just assumes you’re one of those girls and is just like “and no, i wont take you for a ride in my car.”

-and you’re like “please don’t. i don’t really feel like dying tonight.”

-he blinks at you first then just laughs because okay, damn

-but maybe you’ll let him buy you a drink

-so you begin talking and you just connect really well, suddenly the club is closing and you’re both being kicked out, his friends long since gone with girls

-”i should really give you a ride home.” he says

-you laugh, “no thank you.”

-you wave down a cab and as you’re getting in, Luke’s like “can I at least get your number?”

-you give it to him and he watches your cab drive away and he’s just like… wow, she’s amazing

-the next morning he meets up for breakfast with his friends, but its two in the afternoon cuz they’re all hung over, and Luke’s like “so i got this girls number-”

-and he tells them about you and they’re all kinda like… “don’t text her until tomorrow.” because these fucking racecar drivers fancy themselves ladies men or some shit

-but Luke spends the entire day staring at his phone and wanting to call you

-he finally just says fuck it and gives you a call

-you answer the phone and he kinda of blanks at the sound of you saying hello then snaps back into it and is like “hey, it’s Luke, the guy from the club-” “race car guy!” “yeah, that’s me. look, i wanna take you out.”

-the next day he shows up at your place in his decked out car and you take one look at it and you’re like “nope, i am not getting in your car, we can walk somewhere but i am not letting you drive.”

-and he’s shook again because “come on Gorgeous, i’m a professional.”

-but he finally gives in and walks with you to the main street and you two spend the entire day poking around and laughing and he’s such a fucking sweetie

-but he’s itching to show you what he can do behind a wheel

-”look, if you can make it to date number 5, i’ll let you drive me somewhere, deal?”

-this boy is determined to make it to date number five

-when he drops you off at the end of date number two, he kisses you for the first time and he’s never felt anything like it. it even rivals the way he feels when he’s on a racetrack, that exhilaration, and fuck, just like that, he’s addicted

-date number five, he shows up in his beautiful car and you’re just like, “please let me take back the whole date number five thing because i really didn’t think we’d get this far-” and he just laughs, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you, “not a chance.”

-he opens the car door for you and you get in and you’re just like holy fuck please don’t let me die

-he actually drives the speed limit in the city

-he blasts music and you both belt out the lyrics

-and then you realize he’s driving you away from town and you’re like… “where are we going?”

-”there’s an old highway shoot that no one uses anymore.” he explains, “figured if i’m going to show you what driving fast is like, you’d prefer if there weren’t many cars around.”

-and then he just presses down on the gas pedal and his car just flies

-you have to admit it’s exhilarating

-and this fuck is driving with only one hand on the wheel while his other hand is on your thigh

-this arrogant, cocky, fuck

-but wow, you’re laughing and having a great time right away

-and he is so sexy

-like what the fuck, now you know why girls are into this

-”pull over.” “what?” “please?” you grab his hand and he slows down, pulling off the side of the road, “so how many people do you think use this road?” you ask. “not many, why?”

-you grab his face and kiss him

-the stick shift is in the way and the front seat is very difficult to make out in, but this guy is big so it’s probably going to be tough no matter where you are in the car

-straight up one of you accidentally bumps the horn and you pull away laughing and you’re just like, “get out of the car.”

-he is out of the car fast and you sit on the hood, he comes around the car and slots himself between your legs, cupping your face then kissing you again

-straight up fucking on the hood of his car

-oddly enough, he’s never fucked a girl on the hood of his car before and holy fuck he thinks he’s in love with you

-lots of kissing

-you both finish and you just lay back against the hood of his car. he pulls his pants back up and lays down next to you, which makes the whole car shift down cuz boy is big, but you both just look at the sky

-”wanna try it in the back seat?”

-ya’ll are raunchy but the adrenaline is pumping fam

-you just chill and talk and finally Luke’s like “we should be heading back. wanna drive?”

-its a huge compliment that he’s letting you drive but you say no, “maybe on date number ten.”

-both of you laughing

-he drives you home and opens the car door for you, leaning against his car and watching you walk up to your house, you turn, “wanna come in?”

-he stays over for the first time. lots of sex fam.

-he can be soft but rough, like, it’s a good combo, but he generally likes having control

-waking up in tangled sheets with this blonde boy

-”so, i have a race coming up, i was thinking you might wanna come?”

-”a race.”

-”yeah, like, on a track. my friend Michael hurt his foot so he’s not driving but he watches from one of the VIP booths, i always have a plus one ticket if you want to go. he needs some company-” Luke tries to downplay him wanting you there but you see right through him and agree

-the day of the race Michael picks you up because Luke’s at the track

-the car ride is nice, you get to know him and he’s pretty sweet

-he tells you that Luke has had a thing for you since day one

-and Luke never really invites girls to come see his races

-but Michael also warns you that being a race car driver is dangerous and he’ll be there for you if anything happens

-”do you think something bad will happen?” you ask. “Nah, Luke’s one of the best.” Michael grins.

-once in the VIP section, Michael points out which car is Luke’s and explains the whole race situation

-the race stars and you understand what Michael means by you getting anxious about it right away

-Michael actually reaches out and grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze because yikes, this shit looks dangerous

-you keep your eyes on Luke’s car

-any risky move he makes or swerve or acceleration leaves you breathless

-it seems to last forever

-when the race finishes and Luke is first everyone cheers and Michael pulls you into a hug, “told you Luke’s the best.” he grins

-but part of you is still like, fuck, what if he’d crashed? because one car DID crash and that’s scary

-but you like him too much already

-you’re so fucked

-he does pictures and everything and he is sexy as fuck in his red, race car outfit

-he finally comes over and kisses you, wrapping you up in his arms and lifting you off the ground before placing his race car hat on your head

-then he looks at Michael, “hey Mike, how’d the girlfriend like the race? wasn’t too scared was she?” he teases, fingers brushing your chin. “she was scared, think you got yourself a keeper mate.” Michael laughs

-so he just called you his girlfriend

-going out and meeting all his race car buds and he introduces you to them all and they all assure you that this guy is head over heals for you

-all the race car guys, Luke included, live life on the edge because their job is dangerous, so Luke’s a take life by the horns kinda guy

-he’s all in right away

-so much love

-so many ‘i love you’s’

-going to all his races and watching, terrified but relieved when he doesn’t get hurt

-fucking while wearing his race car hat (lol)

-him teaching you how to be a better driver

-whenever you drive he always wants you to go over the speed limit

-car sex

-he’d be the guy that buys you a car for your birthday

-or as an anniversary present

-slow dancing all the time because you two are in your own little world and sometimes boy just needs to slow down after a race

-having a huge mansion

-like. you’re dating an amazing race car driver, he makes cash money fam

-wow. so i didn’t know how much i loved Nascar Luke.

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eddieeatsass · 5 years

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Stripped Bare - Chapter 3

Summary: Eddie gets an offer from his company to work in Barbados over the summer. Beautiful weather, all expenses paid trip, and a stay in a suite at one of the most highly rated resorts in the world. How could he say no? Unfortunately, Eddie soon realizes there were a lot of reasons to say no. His skin doesn’t take kindly to the harsh sun, his suite ends up being the size of a shoe box, and, oh yeah, it’s also a nudist resort. Pairing: Reddie (side Benverly and Stanlonbrough) Rating: E Warnings: Eventual smut, explicit language

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The rest of the week was uneventful. Stan was back at work, as was Bill, and that combined with the tantalizing freedom that Friday offered was enough to put Eddie in a good mood. He got Saturdays off, the one day a week where he got to seclude himself in his room and recharge for the work week ahead. He’d been too reluctant to take advantage of the free spa services that employees had access to, his social anxiety getting the better of him, so instead he gave himself spa days. Crammed in the tiny bathtub that his room offered, filled up to the brim with cheap bubble bath, and adorning a face mask that made him just a little bit itchy. It wasn’t ideal, but it was much more enticing than the alternative that was currently being offered to him.

“Come on, Eddie! It’s so much fun. Don’t you want to see what this place is like after-hours?” Bill asked with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

He’d been trying to convince Eddie to come to a little un-official staff party later tonight, or rather, early tomorrow morning. The pool deck didn’t close until 10:00, meaning the cleaning crew didn’t get done until 12:00. Meaning the party didn’t start until roughly 1:00am, which is roughly way past Eddie’s bed-time. He was surprised Stan had agreed to it so quickly, being the only person Eddie knew that had more elderly qualities than he did.

“I can imagine it from the comfort of my warm bed, where I’ll be asleep, at 1:00am.” Eddie said.

Bill pouted, actually pouted, and Eddie felt his heart soften just a little bit.

“But I wanna finally introduce you to Bev and Richie.” Bill fluttered his eyelashes as he continued to pout.

Eddie sighed, already resigning himself to defeat. Bill had been talking non-stop about getting everyone to meet. He knew if he missed it, he’d feel excluded later on. So, he let his FOMO drive him, despite his body already protesting the long night ahead of him.

“Will we get in trouble if we get caught?” Eddie asked, fighting the smile down as Bill’s eyes lit up.

“Nope! Mike is in on it!” Bill responded through a toothy grin.

Eddie sighed again. “Fine.”

Bill had him wrapped up in a hug before Eddie could even finish.

The night crept up on Eddie faster than he expected. He’d gotten off work at 7:00 and was left to kill six hours on his own. His first instinct was to take a nap to prepare for the late night he’d soon have to endure, but the fear of sleeping through until morning and having to see Bill’s disappointed face was enough to deter him. Instead, he decided to get ready early. He ran himself a bath, taking time to exfoliate his entire body and shave everything that needed to be shaved. Once the still water had lost its warmth, Eddie turned on the shower and washed off all remnants of cheap hotel bubble bath. He went through the steps of his shower routine, humming an indistinct tune as he lathered shampoo into his hair. The whole regime only knocked about an hour off his time, but he felt fresh and clean and more equipped to handle whatever tonight threw at him.

With newfound pep in his step, Eddie took the time to pick out something to wear. He hadn’t had many opportunities to wear his clothes yet. Five days out of seven he’s wearing his uniform and one day out of his remaining two he usually spends in his pyjamas.

After some consideration, he settles for a thin pink t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts; a simple outfit, but one that he knows will be comfortable for the long hours ahead of him. In the first few days of being at the resort, Eddie had gotten a harshly unwelcomed sunburn. After bathing in aloe and practically drinking sunscreen from then onwards, his skin was finally easing into a tan. He’d avoided wearing pink while his skin still rivaled a tomato, not wanting to bring extra attention to the burn, but now that the angry red was turning into softened caramel, his favorite shirt contrasted with his tan in a way that made Eddie look like he was glowing.

Eddie appraised himself in the mirror, doing a little twirl to check himself from all angles. These shorts hugged his ass a little better than any of the others he owned, and it may not have been a coincidence that he chose that pair to wear tonight. It’s not that he was trying to impress anyone… it’s just that this would be his first time since being here that he was getting together with his coworkers off work hours, and maybe he’s taken notice that everyone who works at this resort seems to be god-level good-looking… so sue him, he’s wearing the good ass shorts.

As he was beginning to style his quickly drying hair, a knock drew his attention. He set down his styling gel and comb and traipsed over to his door, opening it somewhat hesitantly. At the sight of tight blonde curls, he relaxed, opening the door wider to welcome Stan in.

“You look good… What gives?” Stan inquired, making a beeline for Eddie’s bed where he let his body flop down unceremoniously.

Eddie closed the door behind Stan and reclaimed his spot in front of the mirror, scooping a dollop of gel from his bottle and getting back to work on his hair.

“Nothing gives. I just want to look good for tonight.” Eddie responded.

“Mhm… So, who is it?”

“What?”

“The guy you’re trying to impress, who is it?”

Eddie sighed and let his hand drop from his hair, turning to level Stan with a look.

“There’s no specific guy. I just… figured there might be a guy…”

“Well as long as you’re not going after Bill. Or Mike. Because I’ve got dibs.” Stan stated matter-of-factly.

Eddie snorted. “Stan, you can’t call dibs on humans… And you definitely can’t call dibs on two humans, that’s just not fair.”

Stan shrugged as if to say ‘I don’t make the rules’. Eddie laughed despite himself and turned back to the mirror, determined to finish his task at hand.

“Well, they’re both good choices.” Eddie decided aloud. “You’d be lucky to get with either of them.”

“And what about them? Wouldn’t they be lucky to get with me?” Stan asked with mock offense.

Eddie made a show of looking Stan up and down out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re alright.” He shrugged before dodging a pillow Stan hurled his way.

“So, are we on operation Get Eddie Laid tonight?” Stan asked.

Eddie sighed as he abandoned his hair, deciding it was as good as it was going to get. He capped off his gel and set it aside along with his comb before joining Stan on the bed.

“If it happens, I’m definitely not gonna complain, but I don’t even know if anyone’s going to catch my attention.”

“What about Bill’s friend?”

Eddie’s nose scrunched up as he shoved Stan playfully with his shoulder.

“Come on, his own best friend describes him as ‘the world’s biggest nerd’ and goes on about his escapades of pantsing the principle at their high school graduation. Twice. Not exactly the makings of a stud.”

Stan shrugged. “Well, I’m sure there’ll be someone there tonight who gets the privilege of pulling the stick out of your ass before fucking it.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore Stan’s sly jab. Stan was just as uptight as Eddie, if not more-so, in most aspects of his life. But when it came to intimacy, the chase, the pining, the flirting, the catch, Stan was different. While Eddie’s upbringing had caused him to stay sheltered and refined, Stan’s had led him to steer in the other direction. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but in the private parts of his life, Stan was unrestrained.

“So, Bill and Mike, huh?” Eddie steered the conversation in a safer direction.

Stan’s face seemed to soften under the mention of their names, but he tried to conceal his reaction with a non-committal shrug. “They’re cute.” Stan said.

“Come on, Stan. I know it’s more than that.” Eddie goaded kindly.

Stan let his posture relax a little, conceding to the line of questioning.

“Mike is… sweet.” He started hesitantly, trying to find the words to explain his thoughts. “He makes me feel safe, and every time he speaks, I feel like I’m getting lost in the sound. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to play catch up because I was too busy listening to his voice instead of listening to his words. But he’s also our supervisor, which gives the whole thing an extra thrill.” Stan smirked mischievously, causing a small chuckle in Eddie.

“And Bill is…” Stan sighed dreamily, in a way that Eddie doesn’t think he even notices. “Bill is funny, and so full of this life that makes being around him invigorating. Yet at the same time he’s thoughtful and compassionate, genuine and intimate, soft but not weak.”

“It sounds like you’ve really taken a liking to them.” Eddie acknowledged.

“Yeah. But we’re only here for another couple of months, so-” Stan tried to shrug again, his shoulders noticeably tenser than before.

“A lot can happen in a couple of months.” Eddie offered.

Stan let out a sigh before pushing himself up off the bed, resigning from the conversation.

“Come on, I found something the other day I wanna show you.”

The walk through the resort felt unfamiliar. Despite having been there for nearly two weeks, Eddie still hadn’t ventured far outside his work zone. The winding halls that carried them were surprisingly barren. Eddie supposes it’s because it was a Friday night and most guests were convened to the pool deck or the restaurants, or out exploring the city. It offered the perfect opportunity for them to weave in and out of new areas with no inhibitions.

Stan seemed to know where he was going, so Eddie followed dutifully. It was a good five minutes before they stopped in front of a set of tall oak double doors.

“Are we allowed here?” Eddie asked anxiously, glancing around him and seeing no one and nothing in sight.

“What, are they going to fire us and take on the new round of experienced workers waiting anxiously to get jobs at a nudist resort?” Stan’s dry humor did nothing to quell Eddie’s stress, but the view inside the room as Stan pushed open the doors was enough to disintegrate it within seconds.

Before them was a giant room, completely empty of life and dimly lit, reminiscent of an 80’s style arcade. There were bright posters on the walls, unplugged arcade games with black screens and dimmed lights, dusty couches propped up in a corner, and in the center of the room laid a pool table, balls already racked in their starting position.

Eddie’s eyes were as bright as stars as they flickered around the room, taking everything in.

“What is this place!” He asked excitedly.

Stan closed the doors behind them and followed after Eddie.

“It’s an old game room. I’m assuming it’s not in use anymore because no kid is gonna wanna spend time here when they have every game they want at their finger tips now, and the adults who come here to vacation probably have better things to do.”

Stan broke off from Eddie to make his way over to the pool table. He ran a finger along the edge, gathering dust and wrinkling his nose at the grainy grey fluff that collected on his skin.

“Remember when I was USM’s 2014 Pool champion?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, throwing Stan a look over his shoulder. “How could I forget?”

When they were in college, Stan and Eddie had taken up pool. It had started as a casual way to pass the time between classes, blow off steam while studying for exams, and spend their Friday nights when they avoided the ragers being thrown in nearly every dorm on campus. While Eddie developed a healthy appreciation for the game, Stan became obsessed.

Near the beginning of their new hobby, Stan had found a monthly pool tournament run by some of the students on campus and had joined on a whim one fateful night. It soon became clear to everyone that Stan had a gift. He sunk every ball in record time, never flinching or second guessing his move. It was like this weird, lanky Jewish boy showed up out of nowhere and revealed himself as the Pool Messiah.

Stan’s competitive side bloomed quickly, and he continued to heighten the stakes with determination to sweep everyone under the rug. One tournament turned into two, turned into four, turned into a whole year of Stan obsessing over the game. He’d spend every free moment he had in their pool hall, even forgoing the usual ‘Stanley Uris essentials’ to get in more practice time. Pressed shirts and khakis turned to sweat pants and hoodies, daily showers turned into one a week, and his diet began consisting of Cheetos and Red Bull. Eventually the year rounded off, the last tournament came and went, and Stan earned the title of USM’s Pool Champion of the year. He didn’t get a trophy, no plaque or ribbon, there was no book to sign his name in for the future generations to remember him. But what he did get was the satisfaction of knowing he’d won, and it seemed to be enough to quell the competitive streak he’d been riding on all year.

The next day, the very next day, Stan was back to normal. He wore his usual slacks and button-down shirts, was freshly washed and freshly shaven, discarded all traces of junk food in their shared dorm room, he’d even shined his shoes. It was as if the last year had never happened.

Sometimes Eddie wondered if he’d dreamt it all. If it had been one long fever dream. He’s also considered that it may have been a drawn-out practical joke that only Stan was in on. Eddie wouldn’t put it past him to commit to a bit for an unruly length of time just to get to see people’s reactions.

But then there were moments like this, when Stan proudly brought up his title, and all Eddie could do was nod and pretend to be reminiscent.

Sighing, as if he was easing back into reality from a dream, Stan procured a small packet of wet wipes from his pocket (which he never went anywhere without) and began wiping down the pool table. "Wanna get in a few games before the party? See how rusty my skills have gotten? I bet I could still beat you-" Stan cut himself off with a tumultuous scream. Eddie's body reacted before he knew what was happening, and his legs were carrying him across the room, his arms reaching out for Stan who was stumbling back from the pool table in horror. Eddie's eyes grazed the table, half expecting to see a dead body beneath it, but came up empty. He grabbed hold of Stan, who'd backed himself up against the wall, and tried to make eye contact through the frenzy. "What! What happened!?" Eddie yelled, trying to get Stan's attention despite his gaze being firmly planted over Eddie's shoulder to the pool table. "Li-Liz-" Stan was interrupted once again, this time by the double doors bursting open and slamming against the walls. Before them stood Mike, panic written all over his face, and clearly out of breath. "I heard screaming, what happened?! Are you okay?!" Mike was asking them both, but Eddie noticed his attention was solely on Stan. Eddie turned back to his friend, eyes pleading for an answer. He could see that Stan's face was flushed from embarrassment, clearly taken aback by his own reaction to whatever had caused this commotion. After the three of them had stared at one another for what felt like one too many beats, Stan cleared his throat. He shrugged Eddie's grip off his arm and straightened his posture. "There was a lizard." Stan's voice quivered on the last word. Eddie and Mike exchanged silent looks, both battling internally to react appropriately to the (seemingly over dramatic) situation. Mike was the first to speak. He took a few tentative steps into the room, addressing Stan gently. "Where is it?" "O-on the pool table." Stan stuttered. Mike nodded and proceeded to the offending area. At first glance he couldn't see anything, but once he crouched down, he came face to face with the demon itself. Mike couldn't help but chuckle. "This little guy?" Mike cupped his hands around the lizard, removing it from where it gripped to the hardwood edge of the pool table. "This is a Hemidactylus Mabouia gecko, also known as a tropical house gecko." Mike began walking towards Stan, who's eyes were as wide as saucers as he traced Mike's every move. "They're non-venomous and completely harmless." Mike added, before stopping right in front of Stan. He opened his palms to show a tiny brown lizard no larger than 3 or 4 inches. The lizard was sitting still, seemingly content to be in Mike's hold. "You can touch him, if you want. He won't bite. But even if he did, their teeth aren't big enough to pierce the skin." Mike added the last part as if it was supposed be calming. When Stan refused to move a muscle, Eddie reached forward tentatively and began petting the lizard's back. “Huh… Kinda slimy, kinda rough… this is actually pretty cool! You should touch him, Stan!" Eddie knew that Stan could read through his fake enthusiasm, but he also knew that he wouldn't back down from this in front of Mike. Stan shot Eddie an inconspicuous glare before he outstretched a shaky hand. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as his hand came in contact with the terrifying animal. "There we go, see? He's totally cool." Mike supplied in an encouraging tone. Stan peeked one eye open, settling it on where his hand connected with the lizard. Its eyes blinked one by one and Stan suppressed a shiver. "You know, in some Caribbean cultures it's actually considered good luck to have one of these guys in your house. So... Seems like you might get lucky tonight." Stan's breath stuttered as he made eye contact with Mike, who was still gazing at him with the same tenderness as when he'd first walked in the room. Eddie watched the air between them become charged as Mike's comment sunk in. Without another word, Mike re-cupped his hands, sealing the lizard in safety so he could carry it outside. "Well, see you guys in two hours!" Mike shouted over his shoulder as he retreated, leaving the two boys in stunned silence.

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