#Tulsa king fanfic

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

Garrett Hedlund Character Masterlist WIP

In honor of March Madness, I created this master list of Garrett Hedlund character fanfics and may update it even after March. This may not be mobile/tablet-friendly.

Note: This may not have all of the stories posted on Tumblr and/or elsewhere since I am only one person and could only find as much as I can and unfortunately get distracted by Garrett along the way. Also, these do not belong to me. These stories belong to these lovely fanfic writers credited below and to the people behind the original source material. Do keep in mind that many of these fanfics are targeted for 18 years of age and older, so reader discretion is advised.

Tagged: @the-blind-assassin-12 (the person behind March Fic Madness 2024)

Key: ❤️‍🔥 = Smut(ty)/Explicit 🍬 = Fluff ❤️‍🩹 = Angst

Updated as of March 25, 2024

Special Events

@/triplefrontier-anniversary (A fanfic and art event to celebrate Triple Frontier's 5th anniversary which is run by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime that goes from March 1st-March 14th. Take out the slash to go to their page)

Masterlists

Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Oneshot Masterlist by @marmie-noir [Content warning: violence, sex, and 18+ content] ❤️‍🔥

TriFRambles’ Masterlist by @triframbles

Delta Landscaping Mainlist by @rhoorl ❤️‍🔥

Benny Miller Masterlist by @dameronscopilot [some 🍬, some ❤️‍🔥]

Garrett Hedlund Masterlist by @dameronscopilot 🍬❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Benjamin "Benny" Miller Masterlist by @musings-of-a-rose [Some Fluff, Some Angst, Some Smut, some all of the above]

FishBen Rec List by @thirstworldproblemss [Some fluff, some angst, some smut, some all of the above]

phoenixhalliwell Masterlist by @phoenixhalliwell [includes Triple Frontier guys x Gender Neutral!reader]

more TBA

Individual Stories

Triple Frontier

"Every Kiss Begins With A Mistletoe" by @kittyofalltrades [Santi and Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"Not So Silent Night" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Office Party Love" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader] 🍬

Sleepy Benny by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] 🍬

"I’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"An Unexpected Discovery" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Benny's Favorite Librarian" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Before I Go" by @cowboystokes (deactivated) [Benny x Black!Reader (Co-Parents)]

"Drunk Poetry" by @violentdelightsandviolentends [Benny x female reader - Content warning: cursing and alcohol mention] 🍬

"I see my shot" by @writefightandflightclub [Benny x female reader - Content warnings: alcohol, mildly steamy making-out, swearing, “unrequited” feelings and implied possible public sex acts (fade to black).] ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

"I've loved you three summers now, honey, I want them all." by @bullet-prooflove [Benny x Reader]

"Disinhibition" by @busycryin [Benny x Reader - Content warning: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex] 🍬

"Slow Motion" by @miss-beep-beep [Benny x Viet!OFC - Content Warning - some cursing and kisses] 🍬❤️‍🩹

more TBA

Four Brothers

"Hopper saves a boy’s pieces, Joyce puts him back together" by @imeanwhynotbruv (Jack Mercer Stranger Things AU/crossover - TW: abuse)

"Number" by @jackmercerenthuiast (Jack Mercer x Reader - Content warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, suggestive language, and gang violence)

more TBA

Tron: Legacy

"Masks" by @ivorydragoness44 [Sam Flynn x Reader] ❤️‍🩹

"iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours." by @solar-siren [Sam Flynn x Tron] 🍬

more TBA

Tulsa King

more TBA

More from other movies/shows/projects soon

#benny miller #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #jack mercer #four brothers #garrett hedlund #tron: legacy #sam flynn #tulsa king #mitch keller #four brothers fanfic #Tulsa king fanfic #marchficmadness24

[rosielou94]

This is a pretty big request but can you do the NSFW Alphabet of Dwight Manfredi? If you don’t want to do the whole thing just pick your favorite letters! :) here’s the template.

Dwight Manfredi x Fem!Reader: NSFW Alphabet

Here you are :) I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY please, explicit content, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation, praise and oral kink.

A/N: I've only proof read this once, so there may be some mistakes!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): Dwight is incredibly affectionate. He’ll lightly kiss you, brushing the sweaty strands of hair away from your face as he whispers how much he loves you. He craves human contact and touch after going without it for so long, and loves wrapping his strong arms around you. the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your breath as you lie next to him fills him with such a sense of belonging, like he’s finally home. For Dwight, sex is great, but the closeness and affection that comes afterwards is just as powerful.

 B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Dwight has a bit of a love/hate relationship with his body. On the one hand, he looks good and he knows it, but he also knows that he’s used his hands to inflict pain and suffering onto others throughout his time as a Capo. He found it hard to accept that his body could be used to make someone feel good; until you came along. While he doesn’t have a favourite part per say, you’ve shown him how to use his hands to inflict pleasure, instead of pain. He’ll never get tired of watching your expression as he slips his thick fingers inside of you.

When it comes to your body, there isn’t a part that Dwight doesn’t like. Every single inch of you is like a gift from heaven. He especially loves your breasts; the way they look in a nice dress, or in the new set of lingerie he treated you to. He loves watching them bounce as you ride his cock, and can’t resist the sound you make when he runs his thumbs over your hard nipples, pinching them gently between his thumb and forefinger.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): Dwight loves cumming inside of you. He takes sex with you very seriously, seeing it as an act of love, how he shows you just how much you mean to him. The feeling of him cumming inside of you lets him know that he’s yours, and you’re his. And to Dwight, there’s no better feeling.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Dwight loves it when you take control. He’s so used to being the one to order people around, to tell them what to do and where to be. He loves it when you tell him what you want and how he can please you, the fact he can surrender all his control to you.

When he’s busy working and you casually come up behind him, wrap your arms around his shoulders and tell him you want nothing more than for him to bend you over the table and eat you out, he’ll stand to attention quicker than any solider.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Dwight is experienced, having been with quite a few women in the 80’s and 90’s, before he went to prison. But 25 years of unintentional celibacy has left him… a little rusty. He’s unsure at first, wondering whether sex has changed since he’s been inside. However, once you show him what you like, and you spend a few nights together, Dwight starts to feel more confident. He gains experience by finding out what feels good for you, and that’s the most important thing to him. There’s no fancy tricks, or complicated positions; it’s all about the passion, the chemistry and the intimacy, and you have all three of those.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): Dwight is old-school in most things, and that includes his favourite sex position. He loves missionary, because your bodies are pressed up against each other and he can feel every inch of you. it drives him crazy when you wrap your legs around him, allowing to push as deep inside you as he possibly can.

He also loves you being on top, watching his cock slide in and out of you as you moan and tweak your nipples between your thumb and forefingers. This position also makes it easier for him to rub your clit, and he gets to watch your pleasure mount, gets to watch the exact moment you orgasm, walls tightening around his shaft.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): As stated above, Dwight takes sex very seriously. It’s the ultimate act of love to him, and it’s not something to be taken lightly. He cherishes every single moment with you, because he has a lot of lost time to make up for.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): Dwight doesn’t really trim his hair, as it was never something that was fashion in the 80’s and 90’s. if you asked him to trim it, he absolutely would, but for him it’s not a big deal.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Dwight is a huge romantic. Your pleasure is the only thing that matters to him. He won’t even think about his own orgasm until you’ve had one. He’ll kiss you softly, making his way down your neck, breasts, stomach and thighs. He’s desperate for as much contact with your body as possible, after being alone for so long. The soft sounds of your moans are what drives him, the need to make you feel good far outweighing his own pleasure.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Dwight doesn’t really masturbate. He didn’t get much privacy in prison (not that he had much of a sex drive anyway), and he’d much prefer to save himself for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Praise: Dwight has a definite praise kink. He loves it when you tell him how good he makes you feel, or how he feels inside you. He craves the soft whimpers of pleasure as he slips his fingers inside you, and he can’t help moaning when you tell him things like, “that’s it, right there,” “please don’t stop, it feels so good.” Hearing how good he makes you feel really turns him on.

Oral: Dwight loves going down on you. it feels so intimate, being between your legs, using his tongue and fingers to make you cum over and over again. He can’t get enough of your taste, it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever had.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): Dwight prefers doing it in bed. There’s plenty of room, it’s private and he can take his time. He wouldn’t want anyone walking in, so he wouldn’t do it anywhere that you could be caught. As he’s so broad and muscular, small, tight spaces like the shower aren’t the best place for him either, but he’ll never no if you ask.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): What turns Dwight on is your pleasure. Watching your eyes roll back, and your mouth hang slightly open as you moan, your head tilting back into the pillows as you arch your hips and back into him drives him crazy. As said earlier, Dwight won’t entertain the idea of fucking you until you’ve had an orgasm. The sight of you coming undone before him is the most beautiful thing in the world.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Anything that would hurt you. Dwight has spent way too long hurting others, and he would never want to do anything to you to cause pain.

Dwight would also never engage in semi-public or public sex. He fully believes that sex is a private, intimate act that should only be shared between the two of you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): As Dwight has an oral kink, he absolutely loves going down on you. It’s his favourite way to make you cum, and he loves circling his tongue slowly around your clit as you buck your hips into him. He can never get enough.

Dwight likes receiving oral, and would never say so if you dropped to your knees in front of him. He loves looking at the pleasure and love in your eyes as you look up him, lips straining around his girth.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Dwight prefers slow and sensual. He likes taking his time, feeling every inch of you. He has lots of lost time to make up for, and would never hurry sex with you. He wants to prolong your pleasure for as long as he can, he wants to make your most intimate moments last a lifetime.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Dwight prefers proper sex, as opposed to quickies. He doesn’t feel that quickies give him enough time to show you and your body the attention it truly deserves.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Dwight lets you take the lead on this. If there’s something you want to try, he’ll more than happy to try it, just so long as it wouldn’t risk hurting you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Dwight may be an older man, but he could happily go for round after round, hour after hour with you. He cant get enough of you, and he’ll happily pleasure you for as long as you’re able to take it. sometimes, you have to tap out and take a break. Dwight is more than happy to wait until you’re ready again, using the down time to play with your hair, massage your back and shoulders or cuddle you tightly until you’re ready.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Dwight has zero experience when it comes to sex toys. But he’s intrigued by the ones you own, and was eager to learn how to use them on you. He loves incorporating them while he goes down on you, using your vibrator on your clit, while his tongue slides back and forth across your slick folds. He even bought a cock ring for you to try while you ride him and knowing that it makes your orgasm all the more stronger, it’s now something you frequently use.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Dwight likes to tease, but only because he knows the build up makes your orgasm so much stronger. He would never withhold an orgasm from you because he lives to please you.

He loves teasing you with his fingers, sliding just the tips into your wet centre, and brushing his thumb against your clit until you’re begging him to slide his thick digits all the way in and press his thumb against your sensitive nub. He would never hold out on your for too long because he can’t resist your moans.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): Dwight isn’t loud, preferring to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you fuck. He loves telling you how good you feel, and hearing you say it back. When he’s getting close, a deep rumbling growl erupts from his chest as he grips the sheets, culminating in a hoarse moan as he spills his seed inside of you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sexting: This is something completely new to Dwight (as are cell phones as a whole). He almost fell off his chair when he opened a text from you one day to find a picture of you completely naked, phone angled down at the vibrator inside of you. He didn’t know how to respond, and after receiving a few more explicit photos and a video, he attempted to nonchalantly ask Tyson what you would do if someone sent a photo of an… intimate nature. Tyson immediately caught on and told him he should let you know how the photos make you feel. You then received several paragraphs detailing just how happy he was that you sent him those pictures. It took him a couple of tries, but he eventually got the hang of dirty talk over texts, even attempting a few photos himself.

Now, if he’s caught working long hours, you’ll always exchange a few steamy texts and pictures until you can be together again.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Dwight is about 6 ½ inches, but he’s very thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): When it comes to you, Dwight can never get enough. His sex drive is incredibly high, because he’s so attracted to you and he’s gone so long without sex. he would have you every night if he could, and multiple times during the day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Dwight finds it hard to sleep much these days, his mind whirling with thoughts of his past. You help him take his mind off of the those thoughts however, and in the moment he is completely focused on you. after sex, he likes to talk, to hold you until you’re breathing softly and slowly next to him. he still finds it hard to drift off, but the sound of you sleeping so contently next to him makes it that little bit easier.

#dwight manfredi x reader #dwight manfredi #dwight manfredi smut #tulsa king fanfic #tulsa king #alphabet #sylvester stallone #silver fox

[marmie-noir]

Secret Millionaire

Something was going on. I wasn’t stupid and the tension inside of the bar had me on edge. That paired with Mitch telling me to cover the bar while he stepped out tonight made me very suspicious of the Italian man seated at the bar. 

I didn’t say anything, wiping up a small spill on the bar, eyes turned down to avoid looking up at Dwight and Mitch both, not wanting to have my face give away the anxiety I was feeling swirling in the pit of my stomach. It was a familiar feeling, memories flying through my head until I shook them out, grabbing a handful of dirty glasses from the small rush earlier and heading to the back. With this vibe filling the air I couldn’t even enjoy how good Mitch looked with his guitar, the plucking of strings a familiar sound now as I lived under his roof. 

“Aren’t you on parole?” I stopped where I was, the deep voice of Dwight cutting through the tones of Mitch’s guitar and the sounds of the kitchen behind me. Parole? Mitch? I peeked out of the back room, looking over my boss in question. Mitch was leaned back, guitar on his thighs, plucking away a little tune as he looked at Dwight. I watched the older man dismiss him, told him he wasn’t going, and instantly I felt a little better. I liked Dwight, but more from a friendly distance. He was charming, straight forward, but I was under no illusion about what kind of man he was. I didn’t want to see him drag Mitch into anything. 

“You spying, Sunshine?” Dwight asked, glancing over at me. I crossed my arms, leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen entry, watching the two of them with slightly narrowed eyes. “I work here.” I sassed, looking between the two before my eyes settled on Mitch. “Guess if you have a problem with me being around bring it up with the boss.” Dwight chuckled, shaking his head and tipping back the rest of his drink. I moved forward behind the bar for once, Dwight and Mitch on bar stools, and I gestured to his glass as I grabbed the plate from Mitch’s meal. Dwight shook his head and I gave a small shrug, walking back to the kitchen to toss the dish into the washer. 

I lingered in the back with Charlie, listening to his rambles about the ‘good ol’ days’ until Mitch came to the back. His guitar was gone, probably in his office, and he made his way over to where I was leaning against the counter. I was doodling on the little notebook I used for orders while listening to Charlie rant. His hand rested next to my hip on the counter, leaning there, looking down at me. “You make a habit of listening in often?” Mitch asked in a low voice, not sounding upset but more curious. Cautious. Was he worried about me overhearing him? “Listen, Mitch-” His hand closed around my upper arm, pulling me behind him towards his office. I went willingly, only stumbling at first out of surprise, not pulling against his hold. Even though Mitch was big, tall and broad, I wasn’t afraid of him. His hold on my arm was gentle, not tugging me but leading. “Coulda just grabbed my damn hand.” I grumbled as he shut the door of the office. His office was pretty bare, a few photos of his bull riding days, a big wooden desk with a comfortable chair behind it, a little couch pushed up against the far wall next to some filing cabinets and stacked boxes of alcohol. His guitar set on the couch, familiar, and I looked back up at Mitch when he let go of my arm. 

“You can fire me but I’m still going to show up.” I told him, arms crossing, a little sass in my stance as I looked up at him through my lashes. 

He leaned back against his desk, crossing his ankles, his hands resting next to him to grip the edge of his desk. “Ain’t firin’ ya.” “Then what was with that dramatic move?” I asked, arms uncrossing as I looked at him with curiosity now. Mitch sighed, sounding just as tired as he did after busy nights. I watched him take his hat off, brushing his hair back before pulling the cap back into place. A habit, nervous one at that, or maybe it was his version of fidgeting? Either way it was too damn attractive, he needed to stop. 

“Charlie is a gossip. And if you wanted to talk about what you heard, or about Dwight, I didn’t want it getting around the town in the next five minutes.” He said, shrugging his wide shoulders before settling his blue eyes on me once more. “So go ahead. Ask. I can hear your brain working overtime in there.” 

I wanted to argue but in just a few short weeks he knew me so well. “Are you really on parole?” “Yep.” I huffed, looking doubtful as I took a step closer, the toes of my running shoes tapping against the tips of his boots. “Let me guess.” I said, eyes scanning over his features, taking in the small raise of his brows. “Unpaid parking tickets?” “No.” “Stealing girl scout cookies?" “No.” He sounded amused, shaking his head. 

I bit at my bottom lip in thought, eyes narrowing at him. “Slept with a cop's wife?” “Sunny-” “So no. I’m sorry Mitch I just- you are nice. Not crazy nice, mind you,” He shot me a look, unimpressed and I rolled my eyes. “Mitch, you literally took in a woman you had never met before all on the words of an old woman at a diner down the road. I could call you Saint Mitch, protector of loud mouthed women at this point.” I said, hands planting on my hips as I held his gaze. “So… what did you do?” 

He sighed again, hand dragging down his face before sliding back to rub at the back of his neck, looking over my head towards the top of the door frame. “I did bull riding, was in the circuit. Was okay.” He paused as if trying to figure out how to say it. “Got hurt, got hooked on painkillers, and got in with some bad people.” 

“Shit.” I said, raising my brows at him. “How much time did you get?” “About eight years.” He said, watching my reactions carefully. I wasn’t upset, more surprised than anything, and that seemed to relax him slightly. “Did my time, opened this place, and here is where I’ve been.” 

“Here is where you’ve been.” I echoed, glancing down at the toe of my shoe on his boot, lips pursing slightly in thought. I stayed there a moment, absorbing everything he said, thinking over in my head before lifting my eyes once more. “Okay.” Finally said, shrugging. 

He raised his brows. “Okay?” “Yeah, okay.” I said, blinking up at him. “Anything else? You aren’t on anything now, are you?” 

He shook his head, frowning. “Hell no. Just smoke and drink now. Wouldn’t touch ‘em.” 

 I grinned. “Good. You aren’t secretly hiding that you are a millionaire to make sure you can trust me, are you?” Mitch paused, blinking at me a moment before grinning, looking almost in disbelief. “Now I can’t go telling you that, can I darlin’?” He asked with a chuckle, pulling me in to tuck me under his arm, leading us back out towards the bar. I didn’t try to pull away, instead I looped my arm around his waist as I looked up at him with a grin as he lead the way back towards the main area. “Guess not, boss.” 

Read more Sunny and Mitch here

#fanfic #tulsa king #garrett hedlund #mitch keller #mitch keller fanfiction #female oc #Tulsa king fanfic #garrett hedlund fanfiction

[b4b3tte]

Thank you for answering my question earlier! I was wonder if I could get some headcanons for Dwight Manfredi from Tulsa King? And thank you😊

TULSA KING

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Some Head Canons of dating Dwight Manfredi!

Contains of — Physical touches, Dates, Love languages, Romantic atmosphere, etc. ♡

My note — Hii!! Tysm for this request, very much appreciated! Honestly I didn’t know what type of relationship you wanted with Dwight like lovers or friends so I picked lovers but if that isn’t what you wanted then please let me know I’ll be happy to change it! Otherwise thank you for requesting and reading!!⭐️

— Dwight can be sorta complicated, being in prison for over 20 years has definitely left him touch starved but he will always stick to his Old-School manners.

— Which leaves you like “ should I touch him or no “ but you notice that behind close doors he will insist physical contact, while in public he’ll tone it done a lot by just a kiss on your forehead and his hand on your waist once in awhile!

- it gets obvious that his love language is Touch & quality time together, As much as he loves holding you while you are on his chest, he also adores just being in a room together and reading without a word being said

- But again he loves having you hold his hand or show him any sign of physical affection although he won’t verbally admit it. Speaking of that, he can be stubborn and won’t admit when he likes certain things at least affection wise

- For a second let’s retract to the first head canon, His “ Old School Ways “ dating someone in their seventies is completely different than dating someone in their twenties, not that you mind but let’s look at those differences

- He is an absolute courteous man ( gentleman ) and will always pay attention to your needs and wants. He loves to be a man of his word so whatever he tells you or promises you, he will do it without a doubt

- He believes that you deserve the highest of treatment, He will always pull out your chair and push it back in when you’ve sat down, Open all the car doors and doors to places for you, Pay for almost every meal, give you massages whenever you are stressed or tired, Make you coffee or tea when you wake up and whatever else you can think of!

- damn he is setting the bar high for me 💀 anyways😓

- For date nights it will always be incredibly romantic and seem like something straight out of a romance novel. The most regular and common one you guys would have is a Fancy Candle Lit dinner at a high end restaurant with top notch service and food that always manages to amaze you

- Another one will be a lovely night at a small cozy book store somewhere near downtown it can just be you two reading for hours while drinking caffè latte or latte macchiatto with tunes of piano in the background

- Lastly it can be around the afternoon maybe sunset, you guys will have a picnic at a beach or park and have a couple of books with you, eat while reading , maybe talk about the plot/authors and after take a stroll on the beach or park after the lunch and just talk for hours until night

- he adores spending large amounts of money on you, he understands money might not be everything for you or isn’t as special as quality moments but he still wants you to have nice things wether it’s jewelry or the newest skincare products you know?

- Whatever you add to your shopping car, whatever you stare at longer than 5 seconds, Whatever you talk about, he will manage a way to buy it, he believes giving you whatever you want has no price and he sometimes takes it quite literally

- One time you were upset your favorite artists album sold out quickly and Dwight being Dwight he found a way to get one, one with a personal signature of the artist he says no harm done but that’s obviously a lie.

- Another time you were eyeing a new food item on your phone that looked delicious, you never spoke about it but Dwight being observant and sometimes not intentionally, he picked up on it, figured which restaurant had it, picked it up and surprised you with the meal!

- when you were ranting about your friends new Vivienne Westwood necklace he quickly searched up where and when he can get it as soon as possible and it didn’t take long for you to receive a fancy package outside your door

- He loves seeing your reactions to romantic dates or expensive gifts he randomly gives you or even the random acts of service he does for you but nothing beats it better then your smile in the morning when he asks you how did you sleep 🤍

Hii!! Thank you so much for reading and liking this I truly appreciate it!! Stay disciplined and be consistent do the hard work especially when you don't feel like it, love you🫶🤍

#fanfic #paramount+ #sylvester stallone #sly stallone #tulsa king #oklahoma #headcanons #dating #dwight manfredi #dwight manfredi x reader #x reader #x female reader #x make reader #x gender neutral reader #tulsa oklahoma #tulsa king show #b4b3ttee #Babette writes #female reader #nameisbb3tte #thank you #follow #first fanfic #fanfication #tysm <3 #my love #love you 🤍 #slyvester stallone #rocky balboa x reader

[rhoorl]

Week in Review: Nov. 26 | The Week Esquire Broke My Brain...Again

This week was one to give thanks for so many things - my family, my friends, my little corner of Tumblr … and the team at Esquire (we’ll get to that). I also realized this week I reached another milestone on here and while I don’t like to harp on the numbers, it really continues to floor me that anyone reads anything of mine. So I want to say thank you. I’ll spare you another sappy rambling post, but it has meant a lot to me to be here. 

With that being said, I wanted to do something fun to say thank you, but I can’t think of anything! What do others do? I’m looking around at a few ask games, but if you have one you really like, send it my way! That’s probably what I have the capacity for at the moment - because I really need to get some chapters out.

Fics I read this week:

This week I spent some time in the car, which allowed me to read a bit more than usual. Be sure to take a look at the warnings and summaries for all of my recs, just because I like it doesn’t mean everyone will.

Frankie Morales

Candy Cane by @cerridwen007 - Frankie and reader have some fun with a candy cane. Also, Frankie is still the 😺 👑

My Way by @goodwithcheese - Megan’s Frankie always does something to me and this was no exception. 

Javier Peña

Snowed In - Javier's version by @avastrasposts This one-shot was 🔥 the OFC took charge and held her own against our favorite DEA agent!

Joel Miller

Gun Cleaning by @avastrasposts - A little smutty one-shot that was oh so hot!

Dieter Bravo

Back Alley Bang by @morallyinept I really have no words for this one, just thots.

Tim Rockford

Hold Tight by @sin-djarin Tim Rockford and holsters. That's all. Oh and a brilliant use of repetition! 

Pause by @trulybetty I am really in my Tim era and this was 🔥 I want to know more about this couple and I really enjoy their dynamic.

Undercover by @secretelephanttattoo New series alert! I'm already hooked from the first chapter!

Marcus Pike

White Wine by @something-tofightfor Marcus is just the most thoughtful, ugh I love this man.

Ezra

Hue by @goodwithcheese - I don’t read a lot of Ezra compared to some of the other Pedro boys, but my goodness this was amazing. It was sweet and comforting, but Ezra is also a bit of a menace. 

Current Compulsory Series:

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog 

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest I finally caught up!!

OTHER CHARACTERS

Benny Miller / Mitch Keller

La Primera Fiesta by @marvelousmermaid Benny attends a family party for his girlfriend's family. I related to this so much as a Latina who married a tall, lanky white guy 😆 this was too cute and Benny was adorable.

Somebody's Someone by @dameronscopilot I finished Tulsa King this week and this was the first Mitch Keller story I came across and I loved it!

Pete Dunham

Like My Dreams by @laurfilijames I recently rewatched Green Street Hooligans - I feel like the last time I saw it I was in high school, maybe college, which was a while ago. Anyways, I loved Charlie Hunnam’s character Pete and I’m excited to check out Laur’s series. 

Posts from the week:

The Pedro boys celebrated Thanksgiving with @morallyinept and things of course were chaotic but hilarious. This post from @pedrostories was so helpful as someone who consumes fanfic and attempts to write it as well!

In case you missed it, a fun writing challenge popped up that I think is pretty cool! Do I know what I’m writing yet? No. But an idea will come to me I’m sure.

Feral corner:

You know … every week I think, you know, this will be the week where I’m going to be chill and not a thirsty ass mess - ha sorry, I couldn’t finish that without laughing. I can’t help it, blame Pedro (but don’t blame him, we need to thank this man).

So, we’ve all seen the recent Esquire photos right?! The thots were thotting and I am still processing. Will you probably see me reblog this countless times over the next few weeks? Probably. Am I going to shoehorn this photoshoot into the Working Title universe?! Definitely.

Can we just acknowledge the duality of this man? How he just walk around being such a ray of sunshine and so adorable but then turn into an absolute menace? 

Things I watched:

I spent most of the week away, but I did manage to start and finish Tulsa King, which I think is a pretty big feat. Garrett has a small role in it, but 🫠 I am here for it. I did manage to pay attention to the rest of the plot, shocking I know, and I really enjoyed this story.

Personal Stuff

Spent time traveling this week so I had a lot of car time and then family time. I went to Buc-ee’s, which is always a highlight of our road trips. If you haven’t been or know what it is, picture a gas station/convenience store/general store and then multiply that by 100. Is it a bit overwhelming and overstimulating? Yes. But I guess I’m a glutton for punishment because I have to go to one every time I pass by.

The holidays caused a bit of a blip in my health journey. I’m trying to reframe my thinking about it. My initial reaction would have been to write “ugh I was so bad this week and ate so many bad foods” but instead I’m just going to acknowledge that it was a holiday and indulged a bit. But a couple of days isn’t going to completely derail the last four weeks. This time of the year can be really tough when it comes to my relationship with food, but I’m trying to give myself some grace.

Fic updates:

I got a really fun ask about how the Triple Frontier boys would celebrate Thanksgiving. It was fun to think about the guys and yes, eventually we will get to Thanksgiving in Delta Landscaping.

I’ve gotten a couple of comments and messages about Working Title and Delta Landscaping and I promise I’m working on both (I think about them both at least once daily). I have a couple of PTO days in the next couple of weeks and I’m planning on dedicating some time to both so hopefully, I can get ahead and publish a bit more frequently.

Ok, I think that’s it for this week. I hope you have a great one. Drink water, get some sleep, and have some thots.

Masterlist

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? Part Two

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl fic rec #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction

[princessmisery666]

Tag 9 People You Want to Know Better

Tagged by @therebeccaw

3 Ships: Rip Wheeler x Beth Dutton, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Peter Parker x MJ.

First Ever Ship: Buffy x Angel

Last Song: Fill Me In by Craig David

Last Movie: The Batman

Currently Reading: fanfic (look out for my month’s recommendations) and my WIPs.

Currently Watching: nothing at this particular moment but Yellowstone, Tulsa King and picked up where I left off on my last binge of Supernatural.

Currently Consuming: nothing, I just woke up.

Currently Craving: coffee and chocolate cake 🤤

No pressure tags: @ellen-reincarnated1967 @justagirlinafandomworld @mrswhozeewhatsis @princessphilly @amanda-teaches @stusbunker @letsby @cockslutpadalecki @firefly-in-darkness

#tag game #get to know me

[choochoo284]

tagged by: @thefalconrises

tagging: anyone else who wants to

last song: HOT By SEVENTEEN

last film: [at cinema] Lord of the Rings Trilogy Extended Editions; [at home] John Wick 4

currently reading: ... Fanfics

currently watching: Suits, King Land, Ashoka, The Continental, The Tulsa King, Big Bang Theory, Smallville, Who is Erin Carter?

current obsession: Plants!

#me #tag game #my shit

[fansplaining]

Transcript: Episode 74: Ask Fansplaining Anything: Part 1

(episode | show notes)

[Intro music: “Awel” by Stefsax]

Flourish Klink: Hi, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Minkel: Hi, Flourish.

FK: And welcome to Fansplaining, the podcast by, for, and about fandom!

ELM: This is Episode 74, "Ask Fansplaining Anything Part 1."

FK: Right. And spoiler, the "part 1" is not because we're going to be doing "part 2" for our next episode, it's because this episode is a bunch of listener letters and voicemails and we will someday probably do another episode like this in the future. We're not sure when.

ELM: We definitely will, we committed to it, we called this Part 1, there has to be a Part 2.

FK: Right. But it will be like...you know.

ELM: It can't be like, you know when you're saying a sentence and you're like, "There are a few reasons why we can't do this, A..." something something something, and B never comes. We're not gonna be like that.

FK: It's like reading a serial fanfic and there's a Chekov's gun moment and by the end they've forgotten about it and you're like oh, I guess you were writing this serially. Oops.

ELM: Oh, yeah. Does this happen to you a lot? Do you notice this a lot?

FK: Just a couple of times I've noticed it, where it's like...this didn't actually come back around.

ELM: Just a statement that was made at some point. Yeah.

FK: Yeah, and it would be...in normal novel writing process this would be edited out but because you wrote it serially it's not going to be and that's fine. No hate on those people. But.

ELM: That's part of the risks of writing serially!

FK: Exactly.

ELM: Yeah. So for context, obviously every episode we ask people to send their thoughts. So a lot of people do and sometimes we put them aside and say "we'll answer that eventually" and then they sit there for months at a time because we're delinquents. So a few of these are relatively recent, a few of them are a bit older and a million apologies if your ask has been languishing. We're getting to it now!! And I'm really sorry about that. [laughing] Usually the stuff we set aside too is stuff that we wanna thoughtfully answer, that's why, we don't just dash off an answer.

FK: We're like "yeah, we'd like to do that, but we should wait till we have lots of time to address this" and then we're like oh, shit.

ELM: And it's buried in the Tumblr drafts among the 8000 things we have queued up or whatever. So we're gonna talk about this and hopefully it won't be too long before we answer the other ones that are sitting in our box.

FK: Alright. Well. All that having been said, shall we get on with it and read some letters?

ELM: Yeah. What's our first topic?

FK: The first topic is fan tourism, based on our fan tourism episode. We've still got some of that lingering in our inbox, so.

ELM: People love fan tourism.

FK: Alright. The first letter is from Ruth. "Hi Flourish, hi Elizabeth, I have one more thought following your episode on fan tourism and Stephanie's letter on your Lori Morimoto episode. As she points out, New Zealand is not Middle Earth and Oxford is not Hogwarts. Of course if you really want to see Tolkien's old stomping ground, you really need to go to...Oxford. The film adaptations of these books have set up associations with the wrong places, but then given that neither Middle Earth nor Hogwarts really exists, what is the right place to go to be a fan tourist? Sometimes the real locations can feel like a letdown after what we've seen onscreen. The pubs of Oxford and the surrounding countryside won't seem very Middle Earthy after you've seen the Peter Jackson films. Keep up the good work, Ruth."

ELM: So I can say from personal experience, New Year's Day 2014, my friend and I were feeling kind of glum and we had lunch at the Eagle and Child, which is the pub where the Tolkien's...

FK: The Inklings. Also known as the Bird and Baby. [meaning the pub is called that]

ELM: Is that what they call it?

FK: Yeah, it's a whole thing. The Bird and Baby.

ELM: Cause my friend lived just around the corner and we were like sure, why not. I don't know. It was a very depressing New Year's Day, England in January, anyone who lived there understands, and we made the mistake of sitting at the table right in front of the display pictures and things like that. So during our depressing meal we had multiple tourists come and try to take pictures over our heads and it was like, "we can move if you want" and they were like "no it's OK." So I hope people appreciate us in those photos.

FK: I hope so too! [ELM laughing] I hope so too. No, I mean, I think that this is a good point. One of the things about this is that fiction takes us in our minds to a place that doesn't exist in the world, also. The heightened...I feel like we talked about this a bit in the Fan Tourism episode, King's Cross station not feeling like Harry Potter to me. Even though it's so important in Harry Potter. Of course, that's to be expected. And that's actually a case where literally it's written into Harry Potter and yet it didn't feel like that for me.

ELM: That's interesting because it feels right for me and I think it probably feels right for any Londoner.

FK: Yeah, absolutely, because that's what they envisioned, because they knew what it was like before.

ELM: And know what it feels like to be there and get a train...so it's as if you were not reading it in the way it was...you know. She also wrote it thinking of the wrong train station, famously. You know this?

FK: No!

ELM: There's no...because of the way the tracks are laid out, I believe it's tracks 1 through 8 are in the main section and then there's another section. I don't know if this is still true, cause it was under construction for years while they were fixing up St Pancras.

FK: But she was thinking of a different one where there could be a 9 and Three Quarters.

ELM: I believe she was thinking of Manchester. Train station. It was one of the northern train stations. There was no way for there to be a wall between 9 and 10, and so that's why if you go now you'll see it's just next to the Warner Brothers shop, which is next to the ticket office, you know? It's a big open space but yeah. So the first time that I ever went to Kings Cross was maybe 15 years ago, and it was under construction, and someone had just tacked up a sign near Platform 9 that was like "here it is!" [all laugh] Like, people just...and I like that a lot more than what's happening now cause it feels very commercial now. That felt kind of, not a sell out, you know?

FK: [laughing] I do know and I think that...I think that maybe the point of this is I don't think there is ever a "appropriate" place to be a fan tourist or an inappropriate place. I mean not like being an asshole to somebody, don't do that, don't go to a place where you're gonna be a jerk as a tourist, but I don't know, I think that people's relationships with locations and their imaginations of things in books is very personal and I think that that's...I think it's OK to not, to go and not have something be what you imagined it.

ELM: Sure! Yeah!

FK: Disappointing, but I think it's fine. It can be. It's all right that I have a complicated relationship to King's Cross. That's fine!

ELM: Would you characterize it as a complicated relationship?

FK: Well it's not THAT complicated. [ELM laughing] As complicated as any relationship could be to that! But you know what I'm saying. It's fine. It's not a failure that that wasn't what I imagined, and it's not a failure on its part either.

ELM: I think it's just...it's hard with books because you can...and that's the moment when you went there, you might have realized oh, I didn't really understand. Not necessarily oh, she didn't explain it as well as she could have, but you were like I jumped to conclusions in my head or whatever. And that can be very surprising, but it doesn't matter! The Kings Cross in your head can be right too! I feel like I'm channelling that Dumbledore scene at the end. It's all in your mind, Flourish!

FK: But it's also like meeting a celebrity that you idolized and discovering that they're short.

ELM: Wow, are you being heightist?

FK: I'm not being heightist, it's just that as a tall person I envision everyone as my height until I see them and discover that they're short next to me. And then I'm always like, wait.

ELM: Were you the one who thought Danny DeVito was a regular height, or...?

FK: No, I would never think that but I love the idea that somebody could.

ELM: It was you and another tall person on Twitter and I was like, you guys know, do you think Danny DeVito... Danny DeVito is four foot eleven, I think legally...

FK: Yeah but you know what I mean. It's not that you have a vision in your head of this person. They're not that. But it's fine. OK. Shall we listen to the next thing, which is in fact listening cause it's a voice mail?

ELM: Voice mail!

FK: VOICE MAIL! Thank you. This is from Katie and thank you Katie for leaving us a voice mail, it is amazing.

Katie: Hey Flourish, hey Elizabeth! My name is Katie and I'm really excited to be leaving a voice mail. This is a really cool thing that you guys do because I love talking way more than I love writing and I love writing quite a bit! So I've just finished catching up on some of your episodes, and I just listened to the Fan Tourism one, which I really really enjoyed, but I just wanted to talk a little bit about the fan tourism that I'm about to do in about two weeks.

I'm going to Tulsa Oklahoma which sounds crazy but that is the birthplace of the three Hanson brothers! And every year we do a thing in the fandom called Hanson Day, it's in the middle of May every year, where pretty much the entire fan base goes to Tulsa, so the city is kind of overrun with lots and lots of Hanson fans, and they do some shows and there's different activities but the main thing that we do is kind of all get together in order to hang out. Which I think is pretty much the coolest thing about this weird fandom that I'm a part of, which is the Hanson fandom.

So basically it's just about four or five days where we all get together and hang out and see the city where they're from, we do their studio, and it's just a really cool behind the scenes situation that I don't think a lot of music fandoms get, and I mean, I know from being a part of huge music fandoms that that is very very specific to the Hanson experience. And I'm just really excited about it, and I think it's a cool thing that we get to explore as their fans. Anyway, I love you guys, I love this podcast, I listen as much as I possibly can, and I think you're awesome. Keep doin what you're doin. Bye!

FK: I really liked hearing about this because it was almost the in-between...when we were talking about fan tourism, fan conventions, Elizabeth, you were just in a convention center, and so maybe that was too sterile and it could be anywhere and the only thing about that is other people and it's not really tourism, and it seems like this is kind of...this is kind of in between that. It's a place that is associated with the band but it sounds from what Katie's saying that the experience is more about being with other fans. There is a tourism experience, but the main thing that makes it special is about the fandom, and I think that's really cool.

ELM: Absolutely. And to clarify especially with conventions and my experience with them, the ones where the convention...the hotel and the convention bit are in the same space, it's that people are not...barely leaving the building. You know?

FK: Totally.

ELM: Especially in the summer, that kind of thing. So it's impossible for me to think "oh, this is really..." Even if it was in the town that your television show is set or something. If you just stay in the convention center...unless your show is set at a convention center.

FK: Oh that would be amazing.

ELM: Why hasn't anyone pitched this!

FK: It's funny because the...you know, there's actually a YA novel out now called "The Pros of Cons" which is in part based on an experience at a convention that I ran, which we should read and talk about maybe.

ELM: Why have you never mentioned this before?

FK: I don't know, I didn't realize I hadn't!

ELM: All right! Well.

FK: Anyway, as we talked about a bunch of things recently I realized one of the reasons why I was so into the idea that conventions could be fan tourism, is because a lot of the conventions I went to had a lot more of that tourism incorporated in them. Going to the Harry Potter park as part of the convention, or once a convention we held was in Salem Massachusetts and the point was to go and do all the American witch history...

ELM: Such an American, Flourish.

FK: Yeah well whatever though right? This was at a time when lots of people were imagining what the American Hogwarts might be like, and that was the point of being in Salem.

ELM: Little did they know...

FK: Yeah, little did they know.

ELM: That it was gonna be in the proper Massachusetts, not the stupid end of the state, but the good end of the state. Get ready. You wanna have a Massachusetts fight? Cause you look like you're gonna throw down right now.

FK: [laughing] I'm not going to throw down, I was just amazed that you were the first person I know who is not actually from that end of the state who has made this assertion.

ELM: Well, I went to college in Western Massachusetts so I did live there for four years and my hometown is less than...probably about a half an hour drive to the border. So obviously I'm gonna defend Western Mass.

FK: You are kind of from there.

ELM: But I don't dislike Boston, but I do think that Boston thinks that the rest of the state cares about it, and I just want to clarify right now that Western Mass is not worried about Boston.

FK: Boston thinks that a lot of people care about it that don't care about it at all.

ELM: [laughs] That's true. But it doesn't even need to be said for something like New York. I know. This came up when the Ilvermorny thing came out and people were doing all these Boston headcanons. "Do they take the T to the..." and I was like, This is in the fuckin' Berkshires! Are you serious! [laughing]

FK: I remember these discussions. We don't need to go further into it.

ELM: They take the bus to Albany!! It's the closest city! [laughing] Oh man. You want me to write about the Albany wizarding scene? Cause I could do that for you.

FK: You know what's horrifying I've been to the train station in Albany so many times and now I'm forced to imagine that there's Albany Harry Potter trains and I'm horrified.

ELM: I know it only seems like there's the two tracks but there's a secret magic track that you probably don't know about cause you're not from the area.

FK: Alright, we need to move on. [all laughing] The next ask...

ELM: New topic, new topic! So I believe this was an anonymous ask on Tumblr. We got this awhile that so you're one of the people we're apologizing to for the delay.

"This isn't so much a question as something I've been thinking about. Recently I was having a discussion with my father about the difference between Civil War Reenactors and the SCA." Pause, that's the Society for Creative Anachronism. I just learned about this. We'll explain that in a second. So it continues, "I mostly think of transformative works in the form of fanfic and fan art, but I started to think about the SCA in that light too, because they're not just reenacting the same battle, they're taking bits of history and making things, like arts and crafts and fights too. Love your guys' podcast!" Thanks! I'm saying thanks to that bit. And thank you for writing in! So tell me about the SCA.

FK: So the SCA is a group of people who like to get together and be creatively anachronistic. And basically what this means is they do anachronistic...

ELM: Anachronistic, to clarify, if people don't know what that means, anachronistic means something that is temporally incorrect, I would say. Like if you were wearing jeans, if you time traveled to the 1600s and you had a pair of jeans on.

FK: Right. And the SCA is into the medieval period, but kind of as I understand it, and I am not myself an SCA person so SCA people please correct me, but as I understand it they're not so...when someone attends an SCA event they dress up in a particular time period and place, but someone else might be from a slightly different time period and place. One person is, this is from 1300, and the other person is from 1400, and they're very...one of them's Dutch and the other one is from somewhere in the Middle East and they are doing a very, they're attempting historical accuracy for the point that they're in, but this other person is doing historical accuracy for the point that they're in, and then they meet up in this big meetup and they joust.

ELM: OK but it wouldn't be like, I went and wanted to pick and choose parts of my outfit, some from 14th century...

FK: I don't think that would be appreciated.

ELM: Or steampunk it.

FK: I think there are people who like steampunk who are also in the SCA but I don't think that's part of the SCA scene.

ELM: So you need to be internally consistent but you all get together in this vague general long middle ages.

FK: Right, and then there's also these different kingdoms, these areas of the country which are ruled by courts and people are elected to the courts as members of the group and they get together and enact battles, which are not historical battles, they're fantasy battles but they're historically accurate kind of fantasy battles. So it's this interesting place between historical reenactment and have some medieval inspired fiction.

ELM: That's interesting. So it's interesting that this also sprung up as the asker talking with their father about the difference between that and civil war reenactment, which is...civil war reenactment...for non Americans, I feel like civil war reenactment probably does get a lot of people outside of the US have probably encountered this concept via American pop culture. But basically people reenact battles from the Civil War.

FK: And it's also I think, interesting, because everywhere in different areas of the country, people reenact...do historical reenactments. Where I grew up there was, near Sutter's Fort [in California] where gold was found, there were these Pioneer Days where people would go and reenact, I took part in some of them.

ELM: Did you shout things like "I'm prospectin' for goooooold!" Did you sound like a prospector?

FK: No. I was mostly a child, and so my job had to do with doing a lot of chores. And having a backstory.

ELM: I think it was 5th grade we had to do a poster for history day or whatever and I chose to do it on women in the gold rush. Women made a shitload of money!

FK: They did make a shitload of money! Women made a ton of money.

ELM: I'm so proud of those ladies! And my mother helped me...

FK: Sell shovels. [laughing]

ELM: It was literally, they were charging extraordinary markup for basic tasks. My mother helped me use a lighter or a match or something, some fire, to make the edges of the poster look worn.

FK: Yeah!! Did you soak it in tea and everything?

ELM: I think we found posterboard that was already kind of mottled and legit. I think I did pretty well on that one. [laughing]

FK: Point is this is common in the US, I don't know how common it is everywhere else, I assume other places also do this historical thing to do with teaching or to do with particular historical sites, but civil war reenactment is a subculture and it's obviously a fraught subculture because the civil war is a fraught issue!

ELM: There are different ideological takes on the civil war and definitely if anyone's involved in these community I would love to be corrected but my understanding from reading about this, it's definitely ways that you can do it that further an ideological narrative that is probably somewhat problematic in framing it as, you know. I don't know. Just tiptoeing around what's going on right now. So...that's tricky.

FK: Right. I think it would be fair to say that there are definitely reenactors who go all the way on the "the South was a lost cause, the glorious South, things were better when there was slavery," all that.

ELM: You're gonna go right there, this is what I was tiptoeing around [laughing]

FK: I'm gonna go right there! Because I think there were some people who are like that and some people who are very much on...

ELM: Historical accuracy.

FK: I'm just a history nerd and this is the most important thing that happened in the town that I'm in so I'm interested in it, you know what I mean. It's a complex issue. Which by the way, this reenactment stuff is still complex in other places. At Sutter's Fort it is not uncomplex to do a reenactment of gold rush settlers showing up and fuckin' up the Miwok. I mean, they didn't...it's not like...

ELM: Do they do that part in the reenactment?

FK: Well, it was an economic...as I understand it it was a long term economic fucking up, so yes, they are reenacting the long term...

ELM: That's harder to reenact.

FK: No it's not, it's easy to reenact cause you have all these people here in this fort engaged in what would be one day of the long term economic fucking up, you know? I think that it is in fact, it's harder to see but it is totally implied in the reenactment, so.

ELM: This is a tricky thing to think about, too. I don't know, did I tell you about the Hitler record that I saw last week?

FK: ...no.

ELM: [laughs] It's haunted me! I discussed it at length with the friend that I saw it with yesterday. I went to this used record faire last weekend and there's thousands of thousands of records and I wasn't playing, I don't have a record player, I was just hangin' out with my friend who was looking for some specific stuff. So flipping through these hundreds of records, idly, I came across one that looked like it had come out in the 60s, I would estimate, from the way the cover looked.

And it was Hitler's speeches, some of them, and it did not look like an archival historical thing. It was clearly certain excerpts of his speeches had been chosen. One of them was Goebbels introduces Hitler, that was one of the tracks, and then there was patriotic Nazi songs. And then there was this blurb on the back that was like, well, obviously this was all very bad. But we must not forget history. And I just thought it was the most halfassed, I just thought, this is incredibly irresponsible and who did they think they were making this for if not for neo-Nazis a few decades after World War 2?

FK: I don't know but I now am really interested to find out what the story is behind this record, because...

ELM: I should google it. If we can find out any information obviously we should put a content warning on this, uh, but we were discussing it a lot and it makes me think about civil war reenactors too or people who engage with history, if there are lines that should be drawn between engaging with history in a fannish way, and what that means, an enthusiastic way. Obviously this is something I've thought about a lot as someone who spent years studying the history of British imperialism. There's definitely on the conservative end of the spectrum of people writing about the British empire, they're writing about it in a reverential "we should go back to that!" kind of thing. Obviously most post colonialists are not, they are critiquing it and saying it was really racist. But you know what I mean?

FK: Totally. I think that there's also...I don't know enough about it but I think that some of these conversations have been really highly relevant in the SCA as people have talked about for instance how you have people dressing up from different parts of the world and how that fits in too, and how to expect and to talk about that and think about it and, yeah. It's further away, so it's less immediate than the Miwok at Sutter's Fort and what...what is that, cause that was literally less than 200 years ago, but it's still a relevant issue.

ELM: Still, these are all the things that...and World War II is obviously more recent than that. I just think that fandom, a lot of...all across all sorts of corners of fandom right now people are getting so wrapped up in talking about the morality of the fictional things that they're into, or the ship that they like, or whatever, and it's really a lot harder when it's real stuff. And you see some of these clashes when it comes to RPF. And that's contemporary...in a way that's the contemporary version of history, right?

If I'm really into, I don't know. I wrote a paper on Charles James Fox, the Whig leader in the late 18th century, back in the day I was really into reading about him. Obviously I've always really liked the Whigs. I think that regular listeners can tell. I think you see it with contemporary RPF conversations where people get really muddled because it's easy enough to say, like, this thing you like, this book is problematic. But it's a lot harder when it's a human or a historical event that happened. Obviously you can say that's problematic but there's no way to erase that. You can just say "don't read that book" but you can't say "oh, this historical event didn't happen," or "this person didn't actually cause this harm" or whatever. You know what I mean? Complicated.

FK: And also the way those things get used or re used as symbols. We talked a little bit about pagan symbols being white nationalist or hippie pagan, but also I studied classics in college and a lot of people I know have different tattoos of things to do with the Roman empire, and those get used by fascists. You know? Again, it's something that's 2000 years old and doesn't mean that in the context of a classicist [laughing] getting a tattoo, but at the same time there can be these moments where you're like "ah fuck," so. This is sort of off the point of the question.

ELM: The Roman empire, so problematic, Flourish.

FK: Can I just say that Cicero is my favorite, favorite awful person?

ELM: Good to have one!

FK: He is, was, an awful person and I love him so much.

ELM: I gotta figure out who my favorite awful person, it's a long list.

FK: Cicero's definitely my number one. OK. Let's keep going.

ELM: Alright, let's see.

FK: That closes out our fan tourism and people being fans together section and the next section is about our alternate universe episode! So this first letter, we got an ask that said something similar to it as well and they were so close that we're just gonna read one, so thank you asker. But here's the letter. And I think we're gonna cut this one down a little because it's pretty long. Hope we cut it down right, Emma.

"Hi Flourish and Elizabeth. I'm a super big fan of Fansplaining, I really appreciate the work you all do and I've learned so much. However I was a little bit taken aback by the recent episode about alternate universe fic. Neither of y'all like to read AU fic according to this ep, which is obviously totally fine, but then the guest on this ep also doesn't particularly read AU, so the episode was mostly about why y'all don't like AU fic. There seemed to be a lot of pondering about why someone might like or even prefer AU fic, but without any real answers because that point of view wasn't represented.

"I think that y'all had lots of good points about the negatives of AU fic, especially modern AU fic. I think it's true that it's more common for characters to feel quite different in a modern AU fic than a canonverse fic. However, I've read canonverse fic where the character or characters felt quite different based on the assumptions made by the specific fic writer, or on a different interpretation of canon events or actions.

"I don't read modern AU fanfic for every fandom I'm in, but I did want to talk about why I read only modern AU fic for one of my fandoms, The 100, just to put that perspective out there. I was a mega-fan of The 100, it was my favorite show. Then Season 3 happened and was a dumpster fire. Normally when a show turns to shit you read fix-it fic and move on, we've all been there, but The 100 was different to me. Season 3 was so shocking, so heartbreaking, so viscerally upsetting, that I couldn't and still can't bring myself to go anywhere near canon. I find it too painful. Modern AU fic allows me to hold on to the characters and relationships I love but discard everything that's upsetting or rests too close to that upsetting material. I also get to stay connected with my friends in the community, even though I no longer watch the show.

"While modern AU fic can feel distant or out of character, I think that it can also serve a purpose and I think that's worth discussing. Thanks for reading! I look forward to listening to the next episode." And that was from Emma.

ELM: OK! So I have a lot of thoughts about this, do you want me to read the second AU letter and then we can talk about all the AU stuff?

FK: Yeah, let's do that. We'll talk about them together.

ELM: "Hi guys. I very much enjoyed the latest episode on AUs, but it sounds like none of you have read idiopathicsmiles' wonderful Les Mis high school AU, 'World Ain't Ready.'" Pause, side note, eight million people have recommended this in the Rec Center. It's incredible. I feel like we should read it just because so many people are into it.

FK: Alright!

ELM: "I highly recommend it. I'm not usually a fan of high school AUs, but 'World Ain't Ready' is one of my all time fave fics in any fandom. You don't need any knowledge of the canon to enjoy it. Like Morgan's fic, it leans into the idea that teenagers are dumb in a very affectionate, relatable way, and it's also hilarious and emotionally affecting and you should definitely go read it. "Incidentally, Les Mis is another fandom that is completely dominated by AUs to the extent that canon era fics need to be tagged as such for people to be able to find them." Wow. "Part of this is due to the..." I said wow, just FYI. [laughs] "Part of this is due to the difficulty of writing fics set in 19th century France, if you don't have the relevant historical knowledge, but I think another factor is the fandom faves..." I never know how to say these guys' names.

FK: Enjolras and Grantaire. I think.

ELM: How would you pronounce...

FK: Enjolras. I think.

ELM: I took French, I don't know why I am having a crisis over these names. Enjolras and... Grantiere?

FK: Grantaire.

ELM: Grantaire! Grantaire. "...have only minor roles in canon and are quite broadly characterized as a pasionate idealist and a drunken cynic respectively. These basic types, and the dynamic between them, are very appealing, especially for stories about social justice and political issues and the lack of detailed characterization in canon makes them easily transplantable into a modern setting and allows fans to fill in additional details however they choose. For instance many writers show Grantaire struggling with mental health issues, which isn't explicitly indicated in canon, though it definitely can be read into it, but it's an idea that a lot of people find compelling and it's something that's easier to deal with in a modern setting than in canon era.

"I think that's a key part of the appeal of AUs generally, the ability to focus on just the aspects the writer's interested in, whether exclusively romance or other things as well and ignoring the complicating factors that may be present in canon.

"Anyway, thanks for reading all my rambling, I hope it makes sense, orangistae." I hope that's how you say it, who is a frequent submitter to the Rec Center, so you are one of my heroes thank you very much orangistae.

FK: My first thing, and I just want to get this out of the way in talking about this, I feel like I must have given the wrong impression in this episode, the AU episode, and suggested that I never like AUs and don't like them at all.

ELM: I was actually taken aback that two people, both the asker and the first email writer, both said that. Maybe it was the impression we gave about high school AUs that led people to think we disliked all AUs? But you talked at length about how you were always there for certain things.

FK: Yeah, but also... I think I must have given the wrong impression and I think you're right that that must have been it. I think if people go back and listen to our Reylo episode, I wrote, I even wrote a whole thing about what are the reasons why I like AUs in that fandom, so I don't know. That's tough. But that said, obviously it was an impression that people had, so I'm glad that people wrote in and said why they liked AUs, because I agree with. [laughing] These are good reasons to like AUs!

ELM: Sure, and I also think it's a fair point and I regret that we didn't say this, the idea that there are plenty of quote unquote canon fics where characterization is wildly off...like, so it's not...it's not, and to the point where sometimes people even say it, they'll be like "this is kind of OOC but I'm just going there" and you're like "OK."

FK: And also the difference between canon and fanon interpretations of people's character and what that character even means. Obviously the one that I care about the very most at all times is Snape who has a canon characterization that is, he is a total fuckboy. And [laughing]

ELM: He's so bad, Flourish.

FK: It's just so bad.

ELM: Uchhh.

FK: Whereas I think there's a very highly developed fanon idea of him that actually conforms in many ways to canon, but the difference is that he's not such a dick. And this is...this exists for historical fandom reasons, but definitely is not in character. So. I think. You know. Yeah. That's a thing.

ELM: It's hard, and that thing leads me into the idea of whose...not even rough edges but whose problematic shit canonically gets softened away. You know. This comes back to this idea that we're constantly talking about of who gets certain treatment and who doesn't in fandom and that kind of thing.

FK: Yeah although I will say that I think that for Snape in the best ones it's...he's actually still awful just in not exactly the ways that JK Rowling makes him awful. But.

ELM: Still! You know.

FK: They're boring ways. They're boring ways!

ELM: Yeah but you could say that if you spend all your time...I don't know. I don't wanna really get into this idea of, you're glossing over an abuser or something, you know. Which is definitely a discourse point talking about Snape, that kind of thing. But I do think it's tricky sometimes when fanon can overpower canon so much that you wind up glossing over certain things or, and then as I just said, the fact that it's sometimes it's not universally distributed, this kind of softening.

FK: Right, because people do it in order to make people fall into tropes or stereotypes, this is obviously what's happening with Snape, so yeah, totally.

ELM: Yeah, it's tricky. But on the flip side of that, this kinda connects back to what Emma was saying about The 100 and their experience there. And a kind of way of, I don't know how to characterize it. Protecting yourself? From the trauma, maybe trauma is too extreme. But the sadness...I'm not being very articulate right now [laughing] But if you find something that's really hard to watch but you still love the characters, AUs can definitely perform that function. The flip side is true too, not necessarily an AU for this, but if you want to use fiction to process your own traumas, then go ahead. You can write your characters, it doesn't have to be hurt/comfort but it might be. You can put them in situations that help you, that give you a lens through which to process the hard things too. It can go in both directions. I think there is a stereotype or an assumption that it only works one way, that it's taking hard canon and making it softer and approachable.

FK: Right, but it does go the other way for sure.

ELM: I think that's a ...and this ties up in a...

FK: And even sometimes in the same piece. In the same character you can have people who are taking hard canon and making it softer, and people who are making it harder.

ELM: You mean like in the same story?

FK: No not in the same story but in the same fanon character. If you have a character...I'm trying to think of a non Snape character to use as an example [ELM laughs] But if you have a character who's like that, who some people are like oh, but I'm really into this person even though they're a dick, people take that in both directions. People woobify, and they also...

ELM: Dickify?

FK: Dickify.

ELM: [laughing] Yes, that's true. I'm also thinking maybe it can even happen in the same story. We were talking about when you have big swooping canony stuff, you can take away the swoopyness, which not necessarily softens it, but makes it more realistic. And then that can actually give you space to do more character work, I feel like.

FK: Right. And then you can also do it the other direction and make it bigger and swoopier.

ELM: You can always make it swoopier.

FK: [laughing] As we know because the most popular Reylo fic right now takes Reylo, already big and swoopy, and makes it even bigger and swoopier.

ELM: Swoop it up!

FK: Swoops it up. It is a canon compliant with the Legends canon forced marriage AU. So. As you might expect.

ELM: Your favorite.

FK: My favorite!

ELM: Lack of agency, forced marriage.

FK: Lack of agency, love it, #loveit. OK. Should we take a break before we read the rest of the letters?

ELM: Yeah, I think we should.

FK: OK.

[Interstitial music by Stefsax]

FK: Alright, we're back.

ELM: We are back! Alright, what's next?

FK: OK. This first letter is by PersephoneGarnata, Seph, and I'm gonna compress it a little bit for length just so that we have enough time to get to everything. So.

"Hi Flourish and Elizabeth, not prompted by anything in a recent episode of the podcast, but I was wondering if you were planning to do anything on fandom and age at any point? There's a popular perception that fandom is full of teenagers and people 'age out' of it. I expect that's true to an extent, but there are of course many people in their 20s, 30s and older who are still in fandom.

"My own experience here is perhaps slightly unusual - I've aged into fandom. I didn't get seriously into fannish activities until my early 30s. There are a few reasons for this. One reason is simply that, for a period of several years, I wasn't really into anything that came with a significant transformational fandom. Another reason is that I suffered a period of ill health when I had a lot of time to fill, at home, by myself - fanfic to the rescue! And a third reason is that, as I've matured, I've become a lot less judgey about fandom. I used to be a bit sniffy about fanfic, thinking it inferior to 'proper' books and 'proper' writing. Even after I got into reading it more, I kind of thought of it as mostly a guilty pleasure, reading about sexytimes between your favourite hot guys, not as something that could stand up as literature. That all changed after reading some fic which ruined my life (in a good way). These days I am a vocal proponent of the Fanfic is Great school of thought, and I just wish I'd got the stick out of my butt a bit sooner.

"Being an 'Aged-In' fan can sometimes be a little odd, because I'm the same age as many of the people who've been in fandom for years and have the same level of general life experience, but I missed out on many formative experiences like Strikethrough and Dashcon. I went straight from Fiction Alley to Archive of Our Own! Many of the fans I interact with online are much younger than me, which is normally cool, but occasionally I get a bit weirded out when I realise that quite a lot of that interaction could technically be described as sharing sexually explicit material with minors (but hey, I always try to tag my stuff appropriately!)

"Finally... a callback to one of your early episodes for making me feel like an Ancient. In your episode on Wattpad, I remember you talking about teenagers writing fics called stuff like 'Dean Winchester is my father', and thinking 'but Dean isn't old enough to have a teenage daughter... oh wait, yes he is.' I'm roughly the same age as Dean so the thought of teenagers thinking of him as a father figure is oh my God I'm so old! Thanks for reading my thoughts, keep up the good work! Seph."

ELM: So we have talked about this a bit. We should probably dig up some of the links for the show notes.

FK: Yeah, for sure.

ELM: We definitely have talked about sharing space with minors, and how there seem to be differing attitudes on this. And I think both our perspectives come from historically having been minors in fandom growing up with the idea that it is up to the young person...we always had to kind of lie and say "oh it's fine! I'm 18, don't worry about it," never an expectation that adults would change their behavior or the way that they were communicating with each other. If you wanted to be included in adult conversation, you had to lie and say you were an adult. And I can't see the other way around, honestly.

FK: Yeah. I agree. I think that we've struggled with this because it has been such a hot button issue when we've talked about it before and also because I think neither of us want to be the old people talking about the teen experience. I think it's complex, to talk about age in fandom we would want to have on people with...

ELM: Teens?

FK: Yeah, teens, and also much older people, and it would just be hard to fill different kinds of experience.

ELM: I think it would be worth doing.

FK: I think the summary of this is yes we've considered it and yes we would like to do it and maybe we will do it. We have vague nebulous intentions. It's slightly moving partsy. But we're gonna figure it out. Right?

ELM: I just think, I think this discourse is gonna keep happening. I think that, it frustrates me to see but I also don't read it and think "oh, am I too old to be here?" Because I'm surrounded by people in their 30s and 40s and 50s who are in fandom and people who have great jobs and relationships and families and things and still manage to write extraordinary fanfiction and this weird...it's not just fandom, the idea that women in particular stop existing as whole people when they reach certain ages or when they have children or whatever. So don't let that get to you is what I would say. Easier said than done!

FK: True. Alright, let's read the next one.

ELM: OK, I'll do it. "Hello Flourish and Elizabeth! Ao3 announced that they will be updating their search feature, which is probably long overdue." This came in a few weeks ago. "But it got me thinking about fandom metadata and how we look for fic. (Blame Episode 19 of your podcast, Shannon Fay Johnson's article for Transformative Works and Cultures," we'll put a link to that in the show notes, "and the day job, I'm a cataloging librarian.)" Woooo! That's me, cheering for librarians.

"Most communities tag and organize their fic very differently from one another. FF.net has very rigid tagging capabilities, AO3 is a mix of formal tags and free-form tagging. tumblr is a mess, some people tag, some people don't. I was a member of several different livejournal communities, all had different ways of tagging fic. Sometimes this is on purpose - people would rather use fandom specific terms to keep outsiders from finding their fic. I remember when people used to tag things "Wolfstar" instead of Remus/Sirius, for instance.

"So my question for you is, how do we findthe fics that we're looking for? Do people stick to the same searching strategies, or do they vary across platforms? Mine look completely different, even in the same fandoms. The way I look for star wars fic changes with each level of the universe I'm looking at (prequels, original, new trilogy, clone wars, or rebels).

"I'm curious how other people go about it! Or is it all just luck of the draw when you go browsing? Waiting for recs? Finding a favorite writer and sticking with them and what they like? Thanks! I enjoy the podcast! Kate McManus." I love this letter!

FK: Thank you Kate! So actually I have a proposal for this. I think that we should invite, I think you and I should each write up our fic finding strategies, just quickly, and we should invite other people to do the same thing, and maybe we should write something about that. Cause I would be interested to know how other people do this too, and I think that probably there will be a wide variation.

ELM: Absolutely and I have a lot of feelings about this, because I am in literal AO3 hell for the last now it's been month and a half. Oh god. Time's tickin' away. So I've been having to actively find fic a lot, right? And I have strategies.

FK: I do too, and mine vary a lot depending on fandom and where they are. OK. So that's what we're gonna do then right?

ELM: OK so we are gonna write this down and listeners are gonna write in and tell us how they find fic. OK.

FK: And we're going to drum up people to do it and then we'll do a roundup or something.

ELM: Alright, so send in your stuff everyone.

FK: OK. Next letter. "Hey. Thank you so much for your excellent podcast! I'm writing with a request: could you maybe do an episode on how to make fandom friends online? This is something I've never figured out how to do, even though I've been a voracious consumer of fanworks since Highlander in 1996. How does one go from being a regular commentor on fic or resharer of Tumblr posts to forming a friendship with someone? I'd love to hear your stories of how you both managed it. Thanks!" And that I think was an anonymous ask on Tumblr.

ELM: Yeah I think it was anon. We are literally two of the worst people to answer this question.

FK: Because you never make friends and I always do? No, that's not right.

ELM: No I've made plenty of friends since I stopped lurking, but using my real name and writing very popular articles about fandom in mainstream publications! So I remember at one point in Sherlock fandom I made a rec list, someone asked me for recs and I added the people who I liked and I was like "oh I really love blank's fic, and I love blank for this and blank for this," and they all followed me. And if I had been some random person just saying "I like blank blank and blank," would they have followed me back immediately? But because my real name is attached to it and my real name is attached to articles that were being widely shared in the Sherlock fandom, they knew who I was and then they were like...I'm not saying that my writing is so irresistable that no one can say no to my friendship... [laughing]

FK: Yeah. But I will say this, I just started posting a long serial written fanfic under a sock...

ELM: Oh yeah!

FK: ...and no I'm not gonna say what the sock is but people can figure that out, I'm sure, if they look at my history, don't worry, you can figure it out. Go do some sleuthing.

ELM: And all of your psychological hangups in fic form.

FK: All of my hangups. It's just very obvious who wrote this fic if you think too hard about it. So anyway, I have this sock, and it has started getting comments and there is a person who I feel like I have a growing baby maybe gonna actually be a friendship someday at which point I'll have to tell them who I am and that that's my sock. And they commented and we got into a conversation in their comment on my fic. So I think that is...that's certainly the way it always worked before I was high profile in fandom and I think that must be how it goes.

ELM: I think a lot of people who want to make friends...being the fic writer is the privileged position. Because I think most people are not gonna be the fic writer. [FK makes agreement noises] Or if they are are they gonna be the fic writer that generates enough attention to get several people commenting? I think there is definitely resentment around "BNFs" in particular, part of that is because it's such a...it's kind of a celebrity-fan relationship in the sense of you can feel like you have an intimate relationship with someone's fan presence, their fic, if they have a lot of followers then you probably see their content a lot, you know. And how do you say...I'm here too! And I say this with many years of lurking, I definitely felt like I had a personal relationship with some of my favorite authors, but first of all I didn't...what was I gonna do, be like "hey!" You know? I knew these were very popular writers too so then it definitely feels like I'm a fan and they're a famous person. You know?

FK: I agree but I do think there's something...first I think you're right. I think you're absolutely right that...

ELM: [laughing] Cool. First things first!

FK: But I also think that it doesn't...I think a lot of people feel like it has to be "I'm going to be a writer and that's the way I'm going to contribute to this community, and then therefore people will talk to me and they'll care," and I don't think that's the only way you can make community contributions that cause people to speak with you and engage with you and make friendships. I think people do it through writing meta, through having fic recs, I think people do it through any form of...

ELM: All of these are creation! I don't mean to just pin it on, I think this is the example I gave.

FK: I think they are all creation but I think that is kind of part of how you make friends!

ELM: I think it's also quite challenging to make really good, you know, really good gifsets or really good fic rec lists! So that, I think that's a bar. It's really hard and I imagine there are actually lots of people in fandom who are semi lurkers who, and don't have access to cons, maybe don't feel comfortable with IRL stuff, and there's no...it's very hard I think to laterally find people who are also similarly not high volume content creators and who wanna be friends. And it seems like it's a, you know, you need some kind of singles bar or something cause there's so many parasocial relationships.

FK: I think it's one of the reasons people like cons. It's one of the few places where you can see people face to face and say "hey, thing!" And talk to someone in a line or whatever.

ELM: And that's not to say, I'm sure, I don't know what it would be like to be a popular fic writer but it's not to say that they're on some pedestal and they don't actually want fandom friends, you know. You never know...

FK: I also think that it's actually, it doesn't have to be a fan-celebrity situation. I think that just having opened a conversation through this creative thing that you made, then people contact you because they have engaged with it and then the conversation is started. And that is a position of power even if it's only incredibly small. I think saying "fan celebrity" makes it seem like it's a big deal, I can promise you that this fic I'm writing I am not a celebrity by any stretch in this fandom. [laughing]

ELM: Not celebrity but like...cult famous author.

FK: Oh, thank you, thank you. [laughing] I see what you're saying. I think it's hard, and that is the way that most people do it.

ELM: You know what, here is my recommendation. You should start a fandom newsletter and get thousands of people to sign up and then you literally write in the newsletter "I'm into this show Black Sails, you should message me if you like it." And then multiple people will message you and then you wind up in their guest room at Oxford!

FK: Sounds like very relatable and reasonable advice. [laughing]

ELM: This is why I'm saying it's not helpful! And I don't know, I say this with full knowledge of having been a lurker for a very very long time. And not, you know, ten years ago...it's not necessarily something I would have even wanted to do. Obviously I'm very grateful to the friends I made through fandom while talking out loud about things, but I have a complicated relationship with being really open about my feelings about the source material. Some of that's very private to me, you know?

FK: I agree with you, I guess the thing I'm struggling with is I feel like it relates to making friendships in any community to some degree. I've been bouncing around from church communities for a long while now and one of the things I realized after trying to find a church community and failing and feeling really alone and sad was that the only way for me to actually make friendships within that community was to volunteer for shit and be on fuckin' flower guild or altar guild or...you know what I mean? Just do shit instead of hoping people would talk to me.

ELM: Were you just hoping if you shook their hand and you said "Peace!"

FK: "Peace be with you!" right?

ELM: And then they'd be like "Best friend forever"? Sometimes I think this!

FK: Exactly! And I think giving a kudos or whatever, for a lot of people...

ELM: Have you had this feeling? I had this today. I always think this at peace. What if I shake hands with someone and then we decide we wanna be best friends? It literally will never happen from a peace, but yeah.

FK: So only by, and that's not easy either, and it requires...and not everybody can and this is one of the reasons why that's hard and I feel like it's not the same thing exactly in fandom, but I think they're related.

ELM: Participating. I like that you just compared giving kudos on AO3 to exchanging peace at church.

FK: It's like on May the Fourth. May the force be with you...and also with you. And also with your spirit.

ELM: And also with thy spirit, yes...you say and also with your spirit?

FK: We don't use "thy."

ELM: I am so glad I go to my church and not your church.

FK: I am so glad I go to MY church and not YOUR church too!

ELM: "Thy" is superior.

FK: Uhhhhhhh...it certainly sound snootier. OK! Let's talk about the next one!

ELM: I love history I don't know what to tell you.

FK: That's just how you are.

ELM: Also, thy was the informal. You was the formal.

FK: I know! If you remember when I was in...

ELM: Languagesplain!

FK: When I was in Sleepy Hollow fandom...

ELM: Oh yeah! [laughing]

FK: And I got really mad that the Quakers didn't speak right.

ELM: Yeah...you wanna read... this is the last one. I'll read it.

FK: It's your turn.

ELM: But I also have feelings about it, so what if I read it and just answer it without you.

FK: OK I can read it then and then you can have feelings about it.

ELM: OK so the first one came in and then the second one came in and I feel bad. I literally set this one aside because I had so many thoughts and now it's about the Infinity War premiere which obviously happened last week, so. You'll see. The asker I think, the problem was sorted out but I think this is still relevant to us.

FK: And this was an anon ask. Two anon asks.

ELM: Two of them.

FK: That were obviously the same person.

"I obsess over a lot of fiction for comfort or escapism (quite common I'm sure). Today my mother messaged me about travel plans she made for the family - the same weekend that Avengers Infinity War comes out. I've been looking forward to this movie for over a year and was planning to go with friends for midnight showing, dress up, take pictures, etc, be part of a crowd that's equally excited. I feel truly devastated but she thinks it's frivolous. I wish for her to validate how I feel. Any advice?" Next ask...

ELM: This came in shortly afterwards. It was within a few days.

FK: "Marvel studios moved up the release today which is awesome for me, but wow, what are the chances of that timing? So disregard my last message... sort of. I'd be interested in your thoughts re: explaining fandom emotional investment to non fans who don't "get it". I'll obviously prioritize real life (especially family) over hobbies, but you can't help but feel disappointment when fandom is so special and big to you. Especially when people write off your interests as silly and shameful."

ELM: OK. So what I was gonna write, and what I still think, is that in situations like this, one thing that's helpful is to apply what I would call the Big Game Test. I don't know if you can see where this is going. You wanna go see this movie at a midnight premiere, and your mom's made plans for you? And you're like, "don't you understand how important to me this is" and your mom is like "it's just a movie."

Now say your team was in the Super Bowl. Is this situation...so say it's your grandmother's funeral and you were like, "but my team's in the Super Bowl!" Depending on your family situation, but it's almost definite that your parents would say...

FK: Depends how Grandma feels about that team!

ELM: I don't know, a very serious...we don't know your family, but under normal circumstances you would have to attend a family member's funeral even if your team was in the Super Bowl!

FK: Unless you're in Lincoln Nebraska and...actually that's college but never mind.

ELM: Wow you think that your football team is the only one that anyone cares about but in fact it's like that for all the football teams in all of the towns.

FK: [laughing] I know it is.

ELM: Maybe not the best example because it's probably true that your whole family wants to watch the Super Bowl in this case. [laughing]

FK: But we get it.

ELM: Emotionally. There are definitely situations, whereas if you're gonna have to go to your grandmother's funeral and you're like "but mom don't you understand Infinity War comes out this weekend," sorry, you have to go to your grandmother's funeral. There are definitely times in fandom where I think—and we don't know the circumstances of this and this is not specifically about this ask—but there are times where people are like "don't they understand this is really important?" and it's like "yeah but...you can't...I wanna read only X-men fanfiction right now but I do still have to go to work." Right? And I think this is sometimes an issue that I run up to in talking to people in fandom because they're like "don't you understand I'm celebrating my passion" and you're like "yeah but there are things that do have to take precedent."

And obviously the asker knows that and they say it right here.

FK: But on the other hand also...

ELM: I think it requires clarification based on some conversations I've had with people! What's the other hand?

FK: But on the other hand also if Nebraska was in the playoffs when I was growing up, you bet your fuckin' ass, not only were we going to be watching this, but my grandfather would call the entire family to come and watch with him, even the parts of the family who don't actually like...and I'm sure this is the same for other people about other teams...

ELM: You say this like it's unique and this is literally how all America feels about football!

FK: But I'm not! My point is saying... first of all, not literally all Americans feel this way about football. I have to tell you not everyone feels this way about football. But the point being that's fandom and it's a fandom that takes over the entire family even if you don't like football, you still have to be there because it's a thing.

ELM: So that's why I think it is true that I feel like when you're talking to a family member, not to make it really gendered, but more likely a dad or a male family member than a mom, even though there are tons of women obviously that love pro sports, but I definitely think it's a way to contextualize if they're like "it's just a movie you can see it whenever," you can be like "would you feel that way if it was the playoffs and our team was there?" And they'd be like "oh no absolutely." It's an easy analogy to make but it's also one that I think helps. It helps people...one of my longstanding theories on this is the idea that it's much more rare for people to be casual fans of sports in the way you can be casual fans of something like the MCU. You know?

So there's a big debacle when Infinity War came out because Richard Brody from the New Yorker wrote this piece that was like...I don't wanna get into it because I actually think he had some fine points but it was talking about the structure of the franchise. Did you see this? Talking about the structure of the franchise and how you popped into it and the characters were placed into it and you have to understand what happened in the previous 19 movies to have any idea of the context for anything, and I think part of the problem there is this disconnect between thinking of a cog in a franchise as the same thing as the standalone film. And I'm not saying that he...he could figure that out. But I do think it's a problem that we review these very different types of movies in the same space under the same rubric.

FK: Especially when nobody would say, "this game, you could understand..." I mean you can understand I guess to some extent outside of the context of what's happened in a season for your team, but...

ELM: It helps! Right. So it's like, yeah. But that was an aside. I think that you get millions and millions and millions of people who are going to see Infinity War this weekend, and they may have a vague memory of what happened in the other movies and real chill for them and "OK that was fun" they walk away. And maybe they didn't like it, I've seen some weird reactions coming out of this movie.

FK: Actually maybe this IS a little bit like the Super Bowl. You have to watch the Super Bowl even if you don't care about the teams, but if your team is in the Super Bowl...

ELM: There's three things that happen in the Super Bowl I would say in my observation at parties. There's the people whose teams are in it, then there's me who cares about a football...I cannot watch a soccer game or an American football game without getting invested in them. Otherwise I'm just like "you're literally going back and forth and I don't care." In football I have all these very specific biases.

FK: Do you have a ranking system where...

ELM: Yes. So.

FK: "I root for X over Y and Y over Z." Is Dallas at the bottom? Because Dallas should be at the bottom.

ELM: Dallas, I think Dallas should always be at the bottom. Very briefly, anyone in the AFC who is not in the Bills' division, I will always root the most heavily against the Patriots, the Dolphins and the Jets, but I prefer the AFC over the NFC cause the AFC seems soft and pure and the NFC seems evil. BUT I will root for an NFC team if they are from the rust belt.

Everything is connected to the Bills somehow. If they come from a cold, hardscrabble place, I'll root for them. I'll root for the Steelers and I'll root for the Packers and I'll root for the Vikings, cause they come from sad-ass places where people need football! If you live in Florida, you can just go sit in the sunshine and wrestle an alligator! Do you need this sport? And it's all they have!

FK: All right. So now we've gone down that entire path but what I will say, I do want to get one thing into here before we get too distracted [ELM laughing] which is to say that I thought the asker was super wise to say that I wish for her to validate what I feel, because I think a very relationships thing of like...it's not just, the question is not just "can I go see it or not" or "will I go see it or not" it's "I want my mom to understand how much I love this thing," and that's hard.

ELM: But I'm not sure...this is why I bring up, why I think it's harder for people to understand this, because everyone's going to go see Infinity War. And then be like, "well I just watched it and it was fun" and walk away, and they're like "you...wanna write stories about these characters?! I like them but I don't understand." Whereas it doesn't go in the opposite direction where you just kinda swing by the football game and you're like "cool" and then you're like "I don't understand why you're so invested painting yourself." I think it's much more rare that you casually swing by a sports game.

FK: And if you do then you totally know why the people are painting themselves.

ELM: Yeah! I mean...do we really know why they're painting themselves. It's so much. It's cold out! The hardscrabble team, it's very cold in this place, they're gonna get frostbite. They probably have alcohol poisoning anyway.

I just think it's really hard. One of the things about Ship It, if you listen to the last episode, the mom character, she's very very very supportive of all things. You know, at one point the protagonist is like, "You're gonna let me be by myself?" Trying to get her mom to say no, actually. She's trying to get her mom to get her out of it, right. And she's like "I could be offered drugs! I could get pregnant!" And her mom says something like "those all sound like important life milestones that you need to pass at some point." [laughing] And obviously I don't believe that this is outside the realm of mom attitudes, but this is not a standard mom attitude! That's undeniably not.

FK: I will say that it is a very particular Pacific Northwest mom attitude.

ELM: Yes, and an artist mom. And I totally get this mom and I've met this mom before but...

FK: It's not the standard issue mom.

ELM: But it then makes her blanket acceptance and interest and the enthusiasm and interest in her daughter's passions a lot more believable. Whereas a different type of mom would be like, "why don't you care about something real, this is a fake relationship, focus on your own life." So it works for the story because obviously we've laid the groundwork of her being this kind of person, it's just like, "groovy! You have your things you love, I'm gonna go make a sculpture out of the mini cereal boxes in our hotel" or whatever, that's not an example but she would, probably. She seems like a mixed media kinda lady. [laughing] And her dad writing poems about the convention center!

But I just, I think some people just aren't gonna get it and their minds don't work that way and maybe the way to say it is contextualizing within the fandom saying, this is actually really important to a lot of people and I'm one of those people and I know you love me and it's brought me friendships and it's made me a more creative person or any of the positive things that you think fandom brings to your life, and I think that anyone who loves you, if family members want to see you happy...as long as you're not skipping, not doing your job or school or whatever I feel like it's convincing them. That's how they can see the value and if they see the value it brings...I don't like the things you're a fan of but I like that it brings you joy.

FK: Exactly. I think that this is one of the hardest things, maybe I'm just expanding my own experiences to the world, but I think this is one of the harder things about growing up and growing into an adult relationship with not just your family but also your friends and everyone else. Sort of finding the ways that you can have those people who mean a lot to you and who are never gonna get certain things that you care about and being OK with that. And I think different people have different levels of being OK with that and I think it can be really hard.

ELM: Look at everyone, every day on Twitter I see people angry that people like something. You know that cartoon where the angel comes down and hands, the guy is like "I hate that thing" and the angel comes down in the next panel and hands him a little card and he opens it and it says, like, "OK" or something. Alright! Just OK! You know? Got it. Please calm down. [laughing]

FK: Like I said I think this has to do with...there's a lot of things, people's personalities are different like this. I say this as a person who is significantly religious and is married to an atheist so obviously I have extremely high tolerance for people believing and caring about very different things from me in a fundamental way, and some people aren't like that and that's OK too. And that can be hard, if you're like that asker. I understand that that can be incredibly hard.

ELM: Yeah. The asker sounds like...

FK: They have their shit together!

ELM: I was gonna say "head screwed on right" but then I lost the train of...

FK: You got it though, you got it!

ELM: Was that right? Is that the expression?

FK: Yeah, head screwed on straight!

ELM: Cool, so yeah. So. Thus concludes Ask Fansplaining Anything Part 1.

FK: It does. And now if you have been inspired by this episode to ask us things, the very best way to do it is by leaving us a voicemail like Katie who we love.

ELM: Katie!!!

FK: Yeah, Katie!! Like the way Katie did.

ELM: Wait wait wait, a bunch of our asks were anon asks so...

FK: You're right. That's also a great way to leave us an ask!

ELM: I don't wanna force anyone. You can also call and use a pseud or not use your name at all, say hey I'd rather not use my name.

FK: Use a voice hider so no one can know your voice.

ELM: That's incredible. Sound like you're on a Dateline special in the dark.

FK: Yeah, do that. OK. So you can do that, but also genuinely it is true I didn't mean to suggest that...if you wanna leave an anon ask that's also great. Thank you, no one has been sending us hate, thank you for not sending us hate and keep not sending us hate. [ELM laughing] GOOD JOB PEOPLE.

ELM: On Fansplaining.tumblr.com you will see the phone number that you can call if you would like to use your voice. You will see the ask button that you can turn on anon for or not to send this stuff. Tweet or Facebook, both at Fansplaining though I don't think either of those really give you enough space to say too much so...

FK: And if you really wanna stretch out you can send us an email, [email protected].

ELM: Yes! Other points of business, patreon.com/fansplaining, this is how we continue to make the podcast. Thank you to, every episode I feel like we get at least a patron or two and I really really appreciate that whether you've been listening for a long time or you're a new listener, if you find your financial circumstances allow you to give us even as little as a dollar a month. Or as much as four hundred dollars a month if you want Flourish to make you a sweater just in time for summer!!

FK: Actually if you did it right now you would probably get it just in time for winter, so.

ELM: It's an elaborate sweater. It's a Harry Potter sweater. But obviously I am not expecting anyone to give us four hundred dollars a MONTH. a MONTH.

FK: [laughing] Look it takes a long time to make a sweater ok? So if you don't have money or don't want to give us your money or whatever or even if you wanna do something nice to us in addition to giving us your money you can also review us and leave a written review, like a starred review and a written review, on iTunes. Really helps us get out there and helps people find us so please do that if you have a chance.

ELM: I think those are all the points of business!

FK: Alright! Well, in that case, you gonna go and read some X-men fanfic now?

ELM: Literally reading an AU.

FK: OK, I'm gonna go keep writing my AU under my sock.

ELM: Yeah! You know what, I do wonder, will I become a universal AU fan after this?

FK: Maybe.

ELM: And then we'll have AUs Part 2, we'll have Morgan back, we'll just...

FK: And you're just gonna be talking about how much you like AUs.

ELM: I'll be like "I only like AUs." We'll see, we'll see. I'm gonna go read some more. It's fine!

FK: Talk to you later!

ELM: Bye!

[outro music, thank yous and disclaimers]

#fansplaining #fan culture #fan studies

[crispychrissy]

Shrink - Chapter 8

Summary: When patients of a psychiatrist that caters exclusively to hunters start going crazy and dying, Sam and Dean Winchester investigate what might be causing these bizarre episodes. Pairing: None yet Word Count: 1857 Warnings: Sam getting undressed...does that count? A/N: My first fanfic! This is going to be a series, probably over 30 chapters total. Any feedback is appreciated, I am a newbie!

“Almost done?” Dean asked, currently laying on his bed in the motel room with his eyes shut. “Yeah, I’m on the last two cases.” Sam said, rapidly blinking to stop the burning sensation in his eyes that has plagued him for the last half an hour. “And…?” Dean asked as he sat up in his bed. “Only found one more besides Alicia’s that might be a possible match. It’s a stretch, but I’m putting it aside for now. I’ll call the Sidney police department in the morning and ask them more details.” Sam said, his voice trailing off as he was speaking, distracted with the case he was reviewing. “Australia?” Dean asked, standing up from his bed and stretching. “Nebraska. I think Australia is a bit outside our jurisdiction.” Sam said as he clicked away on his laptop. “Almost done.” Dean looked over at the clock on the wall above the TV. “It’s almost one AM, dude. Hurry up. I’m bored.” Ignoring Dean’s protesting, Sam hit the arrow key on his laptop a few more times before sitting back in his chair and letting out a heavy sigh. “Alright. I found three total, two confirmed as related to Adrian’s. One I’m not sure.” “Cool. Tell me later. Let’s go.” Dean said, his hand already on the door to their motel room, ready to leave. “You’re going to break into his room in your Fed suit?” Sam said with raised eyebrows, staring at Dean. Rolling his eyes and sighing, Dean turned around, walked over to his bed, ruffled through his bag, pulled out a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, and shuffled into the bathroom. “And you say I’m the bossy one.” Dean said before he slammed the bathroom door.

Sam smiled and shut his laptop before standing up. He reached up and stretched his arms above his head, pressing his palms flat against the ceiling. He started undoing the buttons on his dress shirt while he kicked his shoes off. Walking over to the bag sitting on his bed, Sam pulled his own flannel shirt and jeans out and set them on the right side of the bag. After completely unbuttoning his shirt, he slid it off and laid it gently on the bed on left side of his bag before unrolling the flannel shirt and putting it on. Rolling clothes tight enough so they don’t wrinkle while on the road is an art form that both Sam and Dean were proud to have mastered. He pulled on the white shirt he was wearing under his dress shirt to untuck it from his pants before he started undoing his belt and button on his pants. Pulling his belt off and setting it on the bed, he undid his zipper, dropped his pants and, in one swift motion, kicked his leg up that he still had in his pant leg and caught his pants in mid-air. Mentally high-fiving himself, he set his pants on top of his dress shirt on his bed and unrolled his jeans before putting them on. Right as he finished zipping and buttoning his zipper and started to put his belt on, Dean emerged from the bathroom. Sam turned around and looked at Dean. They were both wearing the same pattern and color flannel shirt. “Twinsies?” Sam said, smiling as he finished buckling his belt. “I didn’t know they made this shirt in ‘freakishly large’ size.” Dean said as he threw his heap of clothes on his bed. “I didn’t know you still don’t realize you’re not funny.” Sam said smiling while slipping his normal suede shoes on. Dean mockingly mumbled back at him as he walked over to the door. “Come on. We’re losing daylight…er….night…light…I guess.” He said as he opened the door to their motel room. Still buttoning his flannel shirt, Sam stood up and followed Dean as he walked through the door out to the walkway of the motel room, stopping momentarily to grab his lock pick set from the pocket of his suit jacket. The temperature had dropped considerably since earlier in the evening, and the strong wind was not helping, either. Dean looked around for people or cars in the area while Sam sprinted over to the office and peered through the window. Seeing nobody in the office and seeing nobody around outside, Sam and Dean rendezvoused at the door to room two. Dean looked around and kept watch as Sam slid his lock pick into the lock and started to move the tumblers around. After about fifteen seconds, the lock clicked and turned, opening the door. Sam pulled his pick out of the lock and slipped inside the room, Dean following closely behind him before shutting the door once they were both inside. Adrian’s room looked exactly like the one Dean and Sam had, save for empty liquor bottles, dirty clothes, and empty take-out containers scattered all over the room. Dean walked over to the bed and grabbed the remote. Clicking the power button, he sat down on the edge of the king bed, having to steady himself as he sank down and backwards. Dean looked back up at the TV and smiled when he saw the opening credits of Casa Erotica 11 playing on the screen. “Hey Sam, check it out.” Dean said, pointing at the TV, still smiling. “It’s not 14, but still a good one.” Sam sighed. “Dude. Shut it off. We’re not here to watch porn.” “But Adrian was, apparently.” Dean said, clicking the TV off and throwing the remote on the bed behind him. Over the next hour, Dean and Sam searched every inch of Adrian’s room. Wading through the garbage and dirty clothes, they found no signs that Adrian was on a hunt. No newspaper clippings, police reports, nor weapons of any kind. Sam sat down at the table in Adrian’s room and let out a heavy sigh. Dean came over and sat across from him, also letting out a heavy sigh. “So, he wasn’t on a hunt?” Sam said with a raised eyebrow. “I guess not.” Dean said, scratching at his beard. He looked around Adrian’s room again once more before his eyes froze on a small flat white object that was under the TV. “What’s that?” He said as he got up and walked over to the dresser the TV was sitting on. “What’s what?” Sam said, watching Dean grab the TV and begin to pick it up. Lifting the TV and moving it a few feet to the right, Dean picked up the small piece of paper that was under it and read. “It’s a business card. Dr. Ellen Barnes in Tulsa, Oklahoma.” Dean said, reading off the card. “Specializes in psychiatry and counseling, according to this.” “Well, Adrian was coming from Tulsa. You think he was seeing the psychiatrist?” Sam said as he stood up. “I mean, it could just be a coincidence. Who knows how long that card has been under the TV? Doesn’t really strike me as the type of motel that thoroughly cleans each room between guests.” Dean shrugged his shoulders and nodded in agreement with Sam as he flipped the business card over. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at Sam. “Oh, I think he definitely was seeing this doc.” Sam looked back with a confused look on his face. “How do you know for sure?” Dean held up the business card to Sam before turning it over to show him the reverse. The back of the business card had a standard pentagram devil’s trap on it, printed in red ink. “Oh…yeah. I think that might be something worth looking into.” Sam said, taking the business card from Dean so he could study it himself. Running his finger along the design Sam let out an inquisitive noise and looked up. “You have your flashlight on you?” He asked as he tilted the card back and forth in his hands. Dean reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his small flashlight, and handed it to Sam, who immediately clicked it on. “Check this out.” Sam said, holding the flashlight sideways along the business card. As Sam passed the flashlight over the edge of the card, dozens of small flecks of a metallic material reflected light and sparkled. “Is that…” Dean began to ask. “Silver. Yeah.” Sam said as he clicked the flashlight off. “I think so.” “Who the hell is this doctor?” Dean said as he took the business card back from Sam and scratched at the silver flecks. “No idea, but we’re going to find out tomorrow.” Sam said before he began to move toward the door. Slowly opening the door, he peeked his head out to make sure there was still nobody in the area. Seeing nobody around like earlier, he opened the door and walked out, motioning for Dean to follow him. Taking a moment to make sure the door didn’t slam, Dean followed after Sam back down the walkway to their motel room. Once both brothers were back inside their motel room, Sam immediately sat down at the table and flipped open his laptop. “I’m going to Google her real quick, see if there’s any more info we can find.” He said as his laptop whirred to life. “She has a devils trap on the back of her business card and flecks of silver in the card stock. She has to be a hunter.” Sam typed her name into Google and pulled up several articles about Ellen’s husband’s murder in addition to a few articles about awards and achievements she had received during her time in private practice. “Well, she lost her husband in a home invasion years back.” Sam read off his screen. “Looks like she was in a nice private practice and vanished after his death. She popped up about a year later in her own office, but I can’t find any information about where it’s located on any of these articles.” Sam said as he sat back in his chair. “We’ll have to call the number on the card tomorrow for directions.” He paused a moment. “Dean?” Sam looked to his right to see why Dean wasn’t participating in the conversation. Dean was already face down on his bed, still clothed, fast asleep. Sam smiled and shook his head before raising his arms up and stretching as he got up. He could feel his eyes watering as he yawned before he started moving toward his bed. Pushing his bag off the bed, he followed Dean’s move and also flopped down face first, burying his face in the pillow. Sam let out a heavy sigh before shifting slightly and reaching into his pocket to remove his phone. He turned to his left to look at the phone before tapping the screen a few times, making sure his alarm was set for 6:45am. He slid the phone onto the nightstand between the two beds and locked the screen; pausing momentarily to check the time - 2:32am. Sam buried his face back into his pillow and drifted to sleep, his mind still pondering the mysteries surrounding Dr. Ellen Barnes.

#spnfanfic #spn #supernaturalfanfic #oc #shrink #zawiii #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #firstfanfic #newbie #series #spnfamily #fanfic

[rosielou94]

Hii, maybe some imagine for Dwight Manfredi?

Hi :) I hope the below is ok for you. I've imagined what it would be like to go on a first date with Dwight.

I really enjoyed writing this so thank you so much for the suggestion! Please let me know if you'd like me to write more :) I feel like this man is vastly underrated and it's a crime!

Warnings: none, just fluff and Dwight being a teddy bear, a kiss at the end, possibly some allusion to something smutty at the end...

A/N: I had way too much fun writing this. I've also based the title on the Etta James song, because it's my favourite song in the whole world and I feel like Dwight would enjoy listening to her music.

At Last - First Date: Dwight Manfredi x Fem!Reader

Dwight arrives at 7pm on the dot; the exact time he said he’d pick you up from your apartment. You answer the door, taking in his tall, muscular, broad frame. He has a new light grey suit on, the crisp fabric a beautiful contrast to his tanned skin and deep brown eyes. His grey hair is lightly gelled, and the smell of his expensive woody cologne makes your head spin. You’d always thought Dwight was good looking, but seeing him standing in your doorway, a bouquet of freshly cut flowers clutched in his thick, calloused hands, your breath is taken away.

You head out into the Tulsa summer evening, smiling as Dwight holds open the passenger side door of his car for you. Soft 60’s soul is playing on the radio, and the car smells of clean leather and pine scented air freshener (courtesy of Tyson, who'd had the car valeted especially). You can tell Dwight is nervous as he starts the engine, making small talk about traffic and the hot weather. “Its, uh, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” he smiles sheepishly, his silhouette outlined by the burnt orange of the setting sun. “You’re doing great so far.” You return his smile and lightly touch his arm.   “Oh yeah?” His hand moves to your lap to find yours, gently giving it a squeeze. A delicious bolt of excited electricity fizzes through you at his touch. He holds your hand as he drives, the gesture appearing to put him at ease.

When you arrive at the restaurant, Dwight pulls out your chair and you sit, smiling at the chivalry and tenderness of such a small, but meaningful gesture. He sits opposite, reaching for your hand across the table. You stay like this as you peruse the menu, his thumb tracing delicate circles across your skin. “You look beautiful, by the way,” he says, his eyes full of affection as they take you in. The waiter comes to take your order, and Dwight orders a bottle of wine. You clink your glasses together and take a sip, the sweet, bold flavours coating your tongue.

You chat for hours as you sip wine, and eat the most delicious meal you’ve ever had. Dwight tells you about his past in New York, regaling you with stories of his time managing bars and clubs in Brooklyn. He makes you laugh, harder than you ever think you’ve laughed before. he asks you about yourself, you family and your hobbies. In this moment, you’re his entire world. Nothing else matters to him and he could never grow tired of listening to you, of watching the way your cheeks dimple as you smile, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about your passions. In all his life, Dwight is sure he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you.

You’re the last two diners to leave the restaurant, only doing so because you see the waiters closing up around you, eager to be heading home. You could have stayed there all night. As you step outside, the temperature has dropped and you shiver involuntarily. Dwight takes off his suit jacket, draping it carefully around your shoulders. You smile, grateful for the warmth, the smell of him enveloping you in a delicious haze of cologne, wine and soap. He opens the car door for you, and you let your hand graze against his as you slide into the seat, feeling him shiver against your touch. Your eyes meet, and you smile, in awe of how unsure this usually unwavering man appears; did he want to kiss you? You definitely wanted to kiss him, but you wanted to make sure you hadn’t read the signals wrong, in case you ended up embarrassing yourself.

The journey home seems to take no time at all. You pray that you hit every red light on the road, so you can spend just a little more time in Dwight’s company. “At Last” by Etta James in playing on the radio, and you can’t help but think how perfectly the words fit. You’ve waited your whole life for a man light Dwight, and now he’s less than 2 feet away from you. His hand finds yours in the darkness of the car, and you squeeze it, hoping the gesture will show Dwight how much you’ve enjoyed yourself tonight.

You pull up outside your apartment, and Dwight turns the car off. “I had a great time,” he said, “thank you.” “Thank you,” you smiled, “I’d love to it again sometime.” You both exit the car, and stand silently on the sidewalk, neither of you wanting to end things here, but neither of you wanting to appear too forward. “Well,” Dwight said, “I should get b-“ “Kiss me, Dwight,” you say, cutting him off mid-sentence and surprising yourself at how bold you’re being. Dwight doesn’t need telling twice. His large hands softly cup your cheeks, his eyes staring into yours with such sweetness, such tenderness that you think your heart might explode. “I’ve not done this for 25 years,” he whispers, his nerves evident in his slightly shaking voice. “It’s ok, I’ll teach you.” You laugh softly as his lips meet yours. The kiss is gentle at first, as your wrap your arms around his neck, snaking your hands into his thick grey hair. Dwight sighs quietly against your lips, pulling you in to his chest. You can feel his broad, taut muscles straining against his shirt and suddenly you’re desperate to have him back in your apartment. “Come upstairs?” you breath, gasping as Dwight's hands drift down from your cheeks, across your neck, collarbone and lightly over your breasts. “If you’re sure,” he said, his voice hoarse with longing. “I wouldn’t want to impose.” “You could never,” you smile, taking Dwight by the hand and leading him up the stairs to your home.  

#tulsa king #dwight manfredi #dwight manfredi x reader #imagine #headcanon #tulsa king fanfic #sylvester stallone #first date #silver fox

[rosielou94]

Twenty Five Years - Dwight Manfredi x Reader - NSFW

Twenty-five years was a long time to go without any form of physical intimacy. That’s what Dwight thought as he watched you from across the table, your head thrown back in laughter at something Tyson had said. The low lights over your table in Bred 2 Buck created a halo around you, bathing your hair and face in delicate, golden light. Your eyes sparkled and your cheeks were flushed from laughter and wine. Dwight was sure he’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his years.

“Dwight?” Your voice pulled him out from his own thoughts. You were looking at him with a smile on your lips, a hint of playfulness in your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he laughed, embarrassed he'd been caught daydreaming. Did you know he was thinking about you? Did you notice the way he’d been looking at you? Dwight was too old for this shit; too old to have a crush, but you were something else. Shit, there he went again, day dreaming. “Did you want another whiskey? Tyson’s heading to the bar.” A small smile played on your perfect lips. You must have known something was up, but you were humouring him, Dwight was sure of it. “Sure, one more and then I’ll head back.” Dwight handed his empty glass to Tyson and smiled at you, trying his best to not get lost in your eyes.

An hour later, the car pulled up outside the hotel, and Dwight opened your door for you. Your dress hitched up a little higher as you stepped out of the car, and a fire lit inside Dwight’s stomach as he wondered what it would be like to slide that red dress off your body. “You sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your apartment?” Tyson asked you, “it’s no problem.” “It’s ok,” you smiled, “it’s only 5 blocks away, and it’s a nice night. Thanks though.” Dwight wished you didn’t have to go back to your apartment. Not only because he never quite felt like he had enough time with you, but because your apartment was small and dingy, and you deserved the fucking world. He wished he could buy you the biggest house in Tulsa, with the perfect garden you were always talking about. He’d give you the whole damn world if he could. “Can I ask you something?” You stared up at him, your hair blowing softly across your face in the warm summer air. Dwight resisted the urge to remove the small piece that had attached itself to your lipstick. “Anything,” he said, his focus entirely on your lips as you removed the stray piece of hair. “Why do you keep staring at me?” you asked, “have I got something on my face?” Damn! Dwight froze, racking his brain for a response. So, you had seen him acting like a love struck teenager. Dwight opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. You took a few steps closer, the smell of your sweet, floral perfume enveloping him. Time stood still as you stood on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “do you want me?” The breath hitched in Dwight’s throat, every nerve in his body burning. There was no point in lying, you’d sussed him out. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. Your fingers caressed the back of his neck as you pulled him in closer, your lips brushing against his. “Take me upstairs,” you smiled, your fingers trailing over his jaw and down his chest. Dwight didn’t need telling twice.

As you entered the elevator, you couldn’t believe how brave you’d been. You blamed the 3 glasses of wine you’d had at the bar, and your head spun as Dwight pulled you closer to him. “I gotta warn you,” he said, his gravelly voice sending delicious shivers down your spine. “I’m a little out of practice.” “It’s ok,” you smiled, kissing his lips softly. “I can teach you.” The elevator doors pinged open, and Dwight swept you off your feet, carrying you to the door of his suite. As soon as the door was closed behind you, Dwight’s lips were on yours again. Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, shaky with the adrenaline that coursed through you. His tanned skin was a dark contrast to the crisp whiteness of his shirts and you felt him shiver under your touch as you ran your hands across his broad chest and down his stomach. A deep, low moan escaped Dwight as you trailed your index finger over the edge of his belt, before tracing the outline of his erection through his pants. His large hands gripped the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your head so you stood in front of him in nothing but your underwear. Achingly slowly, you lowered yourself to your knees, not once taking your eyes off Dwight as you unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor. His heavy lidded gaze turned to a look of surprise as you took his hard cock in your mouth, your eyes locked on his. His jaw went slack and his hands gripped your hair and you worked your mouth and tongue against him. He was big, so big you could barely fit him in your mouth, and your arousal soaked through your underwear as you imagined what he’d feel like inside you. Your hands slipped into your underwear, desperate to quell the ache between your thighs. Dwight groaned with pleasure at the sight and pulled your head back so you could look at him properly. His dick slipped from your mouth with a “pop”, and he smiled sheepishly as he said, “honey, it’s been twenty-five years. You keep going the way you are, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

He pulled you to your feet and lay you gently on the bed, sliding your underwear down your legs before discarding them on the floor. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he took in the sight of you splayed out on his bed, thighs slick with your own wetness, your lips swollen from their time around his cock. He stroked your slick folds, his cock pulsing as you whined against his touch. “So fucking perfect,” he whispered as his finger slipped inside you. You cried out, arching your hips as his thumb circled your clit. “More,” you pleaded, “I need you inside me.” “Not until I make you cum,” Dwight growled, as he lowered his mouth to your aching core. Another finger slipped inside you as his tongue worked against your clit, the sensation making you dizzy with pleasure. You gripped the sheets, that coil of pleasure in your stomach tightening as you neared the brink. Dwight’s tongue traced circles around your clit, his fingers stroking your tight walls. With a shuddering cry, you gave yourself to him, your walls clenching around his fingers as the coil in you snapped. You lay breathless in the middle of his bed, your heart pounding as you pulled him down on top of you. “Now I need you inside me,” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

Dwight lowered himself to his elbows, the scent of his cologne making your head spin as he slowly eased himself into you. He was big, so big you weren’t sure if you could take it. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. “Dwight,” you whimpered, the pain slowly turning to pleasure as you moved together. Your body fit perfectly between his arms, nestled in his large chest as he rocked his hips, his cock hitting a spot deep inside you and sending another wave of ecstasy through you. “Fuck,” that was all you could whisper, the only word you could utter as he fucked you, slow and steady. You hands were in his hair, his beard scratching your neck as he trailed a delicate line of kisses along your collarbone and jaw. You were close to edge again, your whole body alight. Tipping your head back into the pillows you came with a shudder, the clenching of your walls around his cock Dwight’s undoing. With one last thrust, Dwight spilled his seed inside you, burying his head in your neck as he cried out. You could feel him filling you up, feel the trickle of him dripping down between your thighs.

You both lay together in a mass of tangled sheets, breathing hard. “For a man who’s gone twenty-five years without sex, you’re not bad,” you teased, kissing him. “Oh yeah?” Dwight pulled you on top of him, his hands gripping your waist as marvelled at the sight your flushed skin and glowing eyes. “I’m just getting started.”

#dwight manfredi #dwight manfredi x reader #dwight manfredi smut #tulsa king #tulsa king fanfic #sylvester stallone

[rosielou94]

I’ve had a few requests for Tulsa King fic and I promise I’ll get them out soon 😊 I’m getting married in 8 weeks so it’s full blown planning at the moment!

Posts should hopefully be coming next week!

#tulsa king #dwight manfredi #sylvester stallone #tulsa king fanfic #dwight manfredi x reader #headcanon #mitch keller #armand truisi #armand truisi x reader #garrett hedlund #goodie carangi #goodie carangi x reader #mitch keller x reader

[rosielou94]

Taking Requests for Tulsa King Fic!

Hello!

I’m really enjoying writing Tulsa King fic at the minute, and will happily take requests for the following characters: 

- Dwight Manfrerdi 

- Tyson Mitchell 

- Mitch Keller 

- Goodie Carangi 

- Armand Truisi 

Let me know whether you’d like smut or fluff. and if there’s anything particular you’d like me to write about.

#tulsa king #tulsa king fanfic #dwight manfredi #dwight manfredi x reader #mitch keller #mitch keller x reader #tyson mitchell #goodie carangi #goodie carangi x reader #armand truisi #armand truisi x reader #smut #fluff #headcanon #oneshot

[marmie-noir]

Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Oneshot Masterlist

Masterlist for my snippet series featuring the beautiful Mitch Keller. It is F!OC x Mitch Keller. Sunny Stevens sweeps into town and ends up mixed up with the mess Dwight brings with him.

The series will be loosely following the plot of the first season of Tulsa King, and will have violence, sex, and 18+ content. Please be aware of the content you consume!

1- The New Waitress

2- Stubborn

3- Rainbows, Sunshine, and Bruised Knuckles

4- Moonlight Cigarettes and Secrets

5- Good Girl

6- Secret Millionaire

7- Jealous

8- Jealous 2.0

9- Pretty Girls and Parolees

10- You Get It

11- There She Is

12- Missed Shots and Apricot Kisses

13- Scruff

14- Girl's Night Out

15- What else can you do?

16- Old and New Homes

17- Riding Practice

18- Magic Mike Audition

19- Bar Top Goodbyes

Asks:

Mitch Keller Line Dancing

#mitch keller fanfiction #mitch keller #tulsa king #oneshots #drabbles #fanfic #garrett hedlund #female oc #bred2buck #Mitch Keller Smut #Lord help me

[marmie-noir]

Bar Top Goodbyes

I struggled with this and idk why. This scene was what inspired the whole thing in my brain while watching the show the first time. I've given up on editing and double checking, so I am throwing this out and running away. If there are mistakes please forgive me!

TW: Smut. MxF smut, no protection, dirty talk, Mitch Keller.

“M’sorry, could you say that again darlin’?” Mitch asked, half asleep next to me at the small kitchen table. He was cute like this, sleep clinging to him like a warm blanket, making his movements a little slower and his voice full of that gravel that made butterflies go crazy in my lower stomach. His hair was still a bit mussed as well, falling over his forehead instead of held back by his usual hat. 

“I wanna say goodbye to the bar today.” I repeated, watching him slowly process what I was saying. 

He blinked before scratching his jaw, his other hand wrapped around a steaming cup of fresh coffee that he apparently badly needed. “Sunny,” He hummed, a little amused. “The bar isn’t going anywhere.” 

“No,” I agreed, giving a little one shoulder shrug as he sipped at his coffee. “The building isn’t. But after the renovation it’s going to be different. Which isn’t bad, but I wanna say goodbye to it before men with sledgehammers go at her. Plus, we need to grab our pictures.” Last night at closing Mitch had informed everyone that Bred-2-Buck was going to be temporarily closed for renovations. He wasn’t sure how long, but he intended to pay everyone’s salary still, and our jobs would still be there upon the bar’s reopening. 

Unlike the others I knew the bar wasn’t just closing for the renovations, that this went far deeper than slapping a new coat of paint on the walls and fixing that leaky faucet that drove us all crazy. That motorcycle gang was getting antsy, it was escalating, and Mitch wasn’t going to risk anyone getting hurt in any crossfire. 

He let out another little hum, finishing off his coffee, the caffeine ever so slowly brightening his eyes and making him perk up. He worked late so it wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t exactly a morning person, but I did appreciate how long it took him to actually wake up. 

“That is a good idea, better grab some stuff before we forget.” He said, deep voice rumbling in the kitchen. “We can swing by Maureen’s Diner on the way home and get more of those muffins you like.” “A perfect plan.” I grinned, pressing a kiss to his temple as I got up to go check on Pops and get ready for the day. 

A little over an hour later Mitch was unlocking the back door to the bar, keeping his truck parked out back so it couldn’t be seen from the road. The large sign out front stated in big bold letters that it was closed for renovations, not another soul around. 

I went towards the front as Mitch ducked into his office, flicking the lights on as he did so. I had the jukebox start playing on shuffle, wanting a little background noise, the volume low and the crooning of old country stars comforting with how familiar these songs had become since I started working here. 

Busying myself with collecting our pictures and newspaper clippings I made a neat little pile on the bartop, not wanting to damage any memories. They would go back up after the reno, Mitch had promised as much. 

In truth I had another reason for asking Mitch to bring me to the bar this morning. I hadn’t lied, I wanted to say goodbye to the place that had changed my life, but probably not in the way Mitch thought. 

Tucking teh photos away into an envelope I pulled myself up to perch on the bar, glancing at my own reflection in the back wall mirror, the rows of liquor bottles not really obscuring anything. Because I wasn’t working I had opted to wear the other sundress I had bought while shopping with Ann but hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. This one was a cream color with a lilac print, delicate spaghetti straps holding it up, the skirt landing about mid-thigh. It made me feel pretty, and I need the boost of confidence. 

Smoothing the soft fabric over my thighs I steeled myself. Yes, I had come to say goodbye to the bar, but I had also come here to finally seduce Mitch in the very spot we first met. 

It wasn’t as though we didn’t know one another intimately at this point, but we had never gotten around to actual sex. At first I felt self conscious about that fact. Did he not want to, had I done something wrong? 

Ann had been the one to reassure me. “Sugar, the way that man looks at you? I don’t think you could do something wrong. He’s a patient man, probably wants to make sure you are sure.” 

And god was I sure. Since I met Mitch all I could do was fall more and more in love with him every single day. I had boyfriends before, even an ex-fiance under my belt, but no one even came close to making me feel how I did around him. No one could touch how happy I was falling asleep and waking up in his arms, cuddled up together all cozy and warm. Not to mention the way he touched me. 

Mitch Keller touched me with a reverence that made me almost shy. His big hands on my skin while praise left his sinful lips. Pretty girl, good girl, his girl. So good for him, so perfect. 

He rarely let me focus on his pleasure either, insisting on making me fall apart under him, on his lap, touching me in a way that made me see stars and had every thought flying out of my head. I was more than ready for this, my want for him bleeding more into a need weeks ago. 

Shifting slightly where I was perched, already a little hot and bothered, I smoothed my hair one last time before deciding to just go for it. Pushing down the little anxious demon whispering in the back of my mind that there was a reason we hadn’t had sex yet I cleared my throat before calling out to him. “Mitch, could you come here please?” With only the jukebox quietly playing I knew he could hear me, reassured at the sound of his bots on the floor drawing closer. He appeared around the corner and flashed me a smile that I couldn’t help but return. He was carrying a box which he sat on the bartop, walking over to stand directly in front of me instead. 

Mitch looked as handsome as ever, in one of those back t-shirts that hugged his biceps just right and showed off his broad shoulders. He had on dark jeans with his usual large belt buckle and boots. 

He seemed to be in a good mood. I was worried maybe being in the bar would have made his nostalgic and a little sad but he seemed eager to upgrade the bar. With a familiar shine in his dark blue eyes his hands rested on my knees before sliding up the sides of my thighs, stopping just below the edge of my panties and rubbing reassuring little circles against the skin there. 

“Have I mentioned how pretty you look in this dress?” He asked, leaning in and looking down at me with an obvious appreciation. 

I tilted my chin up to meet his eyes, grinning. “Just nine times in the last hour.” I teased even though I probably wasn’t far off on the count. The moment I had stepped out of our room in the dress he had started to lay it on, giving me a little whistle. “Mm, can’t have that. Better make it a good, even number.” Mitch said with that little half smile on his lips, leaning down and brushing a few kisses down my neck before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes once more. “My girl, so pretty.” I was blushing but my grin never fell. Reaching out I hooked my index fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer, chin tilted up in an obvious ask for kisses.He let me pull him closer, my legs parting to let him slot between my thighs. Giving me a teasing look with a raised brow Mitch didn’t say anything. He did reach up though, one of his big hands weaving into my hair and giving it a gentle tug, making me tilt my head up just a bit more before capturing my lips in a heated kiss. 

Apparently he was taking advantage of our alone time, leaning into me a bit more as he kissed me breathless. His free hand slid from my thigh to my lower back, pushing gently to bring me completely to the edge of the bar, pressing our bodies together with a pleased hum in his throat. He felt so good, warm and solid, the smell of his cologne and tobacco making me whimper. 

Breaking the kiss we looked at one another, both a little breathless. His hand in my hair moved down to cup the back of my neck, his thumb slowly brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

“Did my pretty girl need something?” He asked in that honey tone, a ghost of a smile on his lips when he saw how much the kiss had gotten to me.  

I blinked up at him for a few moments just taking in the way the low bar lights made him look. I had known meeting Mitch at this very spot not that long ago that he would become special, I just hadn’t been sure how. My fingers unhooked from his belt loops and instead a few of them brushed against that big silver belt buckle he always wore, one from when he used to ride. Glancing down at it a moment I wet my lower lip. 

“I need you.” I said quietly, chin tipping back up to meet his gaze head on. 

There was a moment of surprise before it melted into a heated satisfaction. “Me, honey?” He asked, voice low, head ducking down to brush our noses together as his lips ghosted over mine. “You need me?”

I nodded, eyes fluttering closed as I felt his lips trail along my jaw. The brush of his facial hair and his warm lips was a mix that had me sighing happily, one of my hands sliding under his t-shirt to brush my fingertips against the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his pants. “Please, Mitch.” “How can I say no when you ask so pretty?” He murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing over my jumping pulse as he’d now made it down the side of my neck. His hands came up, looping under the thin straps of my dress and slowly sliding them off my shoulders, the dress falling to expose more cleavage but not falling away entirely. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, duck lower still as his lips and teeth found my collarbone. 

I leaned back slightly, one hand behind me on the bar to steady myself while the other grabbed his hat, setting it aside on the bar top before returning to weave into his hair. He liked that, sucking a mark on my upper breast as he continued to trail further and further down until he hit the fabric of where my dress was still covering me. 

“Been thinkin’ about this, pretty girl?” He hummed, pulling the dress gently. The one small tug was enough to have the fabric pooling around my waist, leaving my upper body bare before him. Mitch didn’t wait for my response, ducking his head and capturing one of my nipples in his warm mouth. I gasped, thighs squeezing his hips and his nipped and sucked at my breasts, his hands sliding back up my sides to cup them and squeeze gently. “Mhm.” I whined out, biting at my bottom lip as I tightened my hand in his hair. Mitch continued to kiss down my stomach towards where my dress was pooled, his hands sliding up my thighs now to push the skirts up. I pulled on his hair, hard enough that he lifted his head, surprise clear in his eyes as I’d rarely stopped him from going down on me.  

“Everything okay, darlin’?” He asked, leaning up to steal a few chaste kisses from my lips. “Don’t want your mouth, Mitch.” I murmured, nipping at his bottom lip. My hands worked on undoing his belt as I lured him in for more sweet kisses, one working on sliding the leather through the buckle and the other palming him over the top of his pants. He was half hard already, the press of him against the denim and my hand making me smile against his lips. “What do you want?” Mitch asked between teasing kisses, both of us tasting one another, his hips pressing forward as I touched him. “I want you to fuck me on top of the bar.” 

He groaned at my blunt words, his hands that had been slipping up my thighs grabbing at the sides of my panties. “Up.” I stopped touching him a moment to have both my palms flat on the bar top, using the leverage to lift my hips so he could pull my underwear off and into his pocket per usual. Immediately his hand was on me, two thick fingers pressing into me without any warning. I gasped, arms shaking, eyes going wide as I looked up at him. He gave me that heart stopping smile, thumb finding my clit and circling as his fingers pumped in and out of me slowly. The cool press of his rings against me had me gasping, back arching slightly at the mix of sensations. “So wet already.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss me again. I moaned against his lips, my own hands moving back to his waist. His belt finally was undone, the jingle of the buckle loud between us. It was hard to think when he was knuckle deep inside of me, those thick fingers curling just right, pulling out and thrusting back in with wet noises that would be embarrassing if I had enough brain cells functioning to form thoughts. But every push, every time his thumb circled my clit, had the new thoughts flying from me until all I could think of was Mitch. My hands were clumsy but I was determined. I undid his pants and he made no move to stop me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and sliding against mine. He tasted like sugary sweets from breakfast and minty toothpaste, a combination that had my hands pausing for just a moment before I was working his zipper down. I didn’t even tease, feeling a little desperate at this point. My hand slid into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and giving him a firm stroke. He moaned, low and quiet against my lips, and the sound had a shiver racing down my spine. My thighs tightened around his hips, heels pressing to his lower back, trying to pull him closer with a whimper as I slowly stroked him from blunt head to thick base. “Please.” I asked against his lips, the two of us stealing the other’s breath. His hand never paused between my legs, instead he sped up, forehead pressing to mine. “I need you to cum before I can fuck you, pretty girl. You are so fucking tight, don’t wanna hurt you.” I had no words, a desperate noise leaving me as the wet sound of his fingers fuckign into me filled the space around us, the low tones of the jukebox melting away as I looked up into his pretty blue eyes. My hand paused on his cock but he didn’t care. His pupils had nearly swallowed the iris, his hair a little messy from my hands early, lips parted as he watched me. 

“C’mon baby, just one, and then I’ll fuck you on the bartop. You asked so nice.” He said, voice low and honeyed, making me tighten around him. Mitch knew I liked when he talked, the rumble of his words over my skin was the best. “Such a good girl for me, c’mon.” His thumb rubbed at my clit a little faster and I was done for. 

I cried out as I came on his fingers, thighs shaking against his hips, my hands finding purchase against his shirt. He made a pleased humming sound, leaning down to press kisses against my neck and cheeks, pulsing around his index and middle finger with breathless moans and whimpers.  

When I blinked my eyes open I found my back against the bar, looking up at the old ceiling tiles and panting. Mitch was leaned over me slightly, pressing kisses to my chest and throat, murmuring praise as I came back. My hands lifted to weave into his hair and he let out a quiet laugh that was pure male satisfaction.

“You okay, darlin’?” He asked, looking up at me with a little smile. 

I pushed myself up, albeit a little shaky. Mitch didn’t poke fun, instead he helped, a large hand spanning my mid-back and helping me. I looped an arm around his neck, my other hand tugging at his shirt. “Off.” “Yes, ma’am.” He said, his smile immediate. I took my hands off him as he pulled his shirt off, leaving him in a pair of unzipped jeans, the imprint of his hard cock obvious against his boxers. I bit my bottom lip, excitement and impatience mixing with my blood. I looked up at him, legs hooked around his hips, pulling him closer in an obvious ask. 

“I know darlin’, I know, I’ve got you.” He said, his hands pushing the skirt of my dress up so it was pooled around my waist and looking down at where I was wet for him. He kept one hand on my thigh, grabbing hard enough that my skin was indented slightly between his fingers, his other hand reaching down to push his boxers down. 

Mitch Keller had a pretty cock. There was no other way to say it. Long enough to make my mouth water, thick with veins that I knew I would be able to feel. My lips parted, eyes lifting up to find him watching my expression. He moved me closer, perching me right on the edge of the bar, my legs around him. He rocked his hips, the length of him grinding against me and making me gasp, grabbing at his upper arms to steady myself. “Oh my god.” “You okay?” He asked, hand tightening on my thigh as he rolled his hips once more before pausing, giving me a moment to let my brain come back online. My lips parted when he moved but I took a deep breath when he paused, gathering myself before giving a small nod. “M’sure. Please, don’t stop.” I said, looking up at him. 

Mitch leaned down and captured my lips in another kiss. This one seemed needier, as if my plea did something to him, his kisses almost hungry now. At the same time his hips pulled back, no longer grinding against me, instead lining himself up to slowly thrust into me. I gasped against his lips as he pushed forward, pushing in, the stretch more than his fingers even with how wet I was and how he had prepped me. 

He took advantage of my gasp and kissed me deeper, sinking deeper at the same time, every thick inch stretching me in a way that had me clinging to him. Mitch kissed me like I was the air he needed, teeth and tongue tasting and teasing me, his breath warm and his lips soft. I felt his hands slide around my body to reach down and grab my ass, his chest pushing me further down on the bar top as he pulled out only to thrust back in hard enough to make me moan. 

“Fuuuuck, my perfect fucking girl.” He ground out, teeth finding me neck as he started to fuck me against the bar, body half pinning me down, completely in control of every movement we made 

All I could do was hang on and take it. One of my hands remained woven into his hair and my other found his back, nails biting into the warm skin of his shoulder blade as we both panted against one another. His own hands remained on my ass, tilting my pelvis slightly, ensuring he slid as deep as possible. I felt like I could taste him on the back of my tongue, my legs wrapping around his hips, heels pressing against his lower back as I felt each thrust hit deeper and deeper as I saw stars. 

The wet sound of skin on skin filled the bar and I moaned, back arching off the cold hardwood, my dress stuck around my waist as his hips kept up their relentless pace. “Mitch- fuck, oh fuck please.” “There we go, I’ve got you honey.” He gritted out, voice taking a growly undertone that did something to me. Mitch saw that, he noticed every little reaction my body had, adjusting his angle slightly to ensure the blunt head of his cock hit my g-spot while his pelvis ground against my clit every time he bottomed out. “That’s it. Perfect fucking pussy, perfect fucking girl.” 

He pulled back slightly to look down at me, his eyes dark with lust and unspoken affection, each thrust and his hips slamming into mine making my body jump slightly on the waxed surface. But he kept a firm hold of me, possessive even, hands tightening to the point of near pain that mixed with the pleasure and had me whimpering and moaning. 

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, already sensitive from when he got me off with his fingers. My noises grew in pitch, eyes growing wide as I looked up at him. “M-mitch-” “Gonna cum? Good girl, give it to me. Wanna feel you.” Mitch’s voice nearly a growl at me, looking down the lines of my bodies where his cock disappeared inside of me, each thrust having the most desperate noises fly from my mouth. It was one of the most sinful things I’d ever seen in my life, the image burned into my brain for the rest of my life. One of his hands shifted to my thigh and then under my knee, pushing my leg up a bit more to adjust the position, pushing deeper. 

He leaned back down and kissed along my jaw, unbothered as my nails bit into his back or when my hand tightened in his hair. “Where do you want me, Sunny?” My lips parted in a moan, balancing on the blade’s edge of an orgasm. My brain felt stuffed with cotton, skin warm and the feeling of our sweat slicked bodies moving together almost overwhelming with how good it was. I blinked up at him, eyes hazed, and he repeated his question with a deep grind, my thighs shaking around his hips. “Inside, please. Please, fuck please.” I gasped, the idea of him pulling out sounding like the worst possible thing I could ever imagine at this moment. 

He apparently liked that answer, his pace picking up, the slap of skin on skin and our panting breaths mixing together. It didn’t take much longer before I cried out, face pressing to the crook of his neck as I reached my peak. 

It felt like someone had set off sparklers under my skin, the pleasure a wave of tingling euphoria that had me moaning against his skin as I clung to him. Mitch was true to his word though, he had me, his chest against mine as he leaned over me and smothered my neck and jaw with kisses as he fucked me through it with soft praise on his lips. 

“So good, sweet girl, I’ve got you- that’s it.” All of his words sounded far off but still comforting as I clenched around him, thighs shaking against his hips and back bowed off the bartop. 

He wasn’t far behind either, his pace picking up a bit before going sloppy, each thrust grinding deep and making me gasp. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” Mitch groaned, each word punctuated with a thrust, his hands tightening on my body to hold me in place until I felt his cock twitch inside of me, a warmth blooming deep inside. He moaned, low and sinful, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he came, grinding deep in a way that had us both gasping. 

The come down was warm, his body hot against mine as he relaxed and put a little more weight on me. His hand holding my leg up gently hooked it around his hip instead, rubbing at the joint to make sure any ache I felt wasn’t permanent. It was the brush of his facial hair against my jaw though that had me humming, arms looping lazily around his neck as I cuddled against him. 

His arms wrapped around my middle to keep me as close as possible, skin to skin comforting as we both worked on catching our breaths. I made a content little sound and nuzzled against his neck. “You okay?” He asked, voice low and a little breathless, but sounding warm and pleased. I nodded, knowing he’d get me some water in a little bit. “Mhmm.” I hummed, feeling a little boneless. “All according to plan.” I said, voice a little dreamy as I pressed a kiss to his pulse. 

Mitch let out a surprised laugh, leaning back and taking me with him. I didn’t tense up, trusting him as he lifted me up off the hard bar top, one arm around my middle and the other grabbing my thigh to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere. “C’mon darlin’, let’s get you cleaned up and take a quick nap on the couch in the office and then we will go get those muffins from the diner you like.” 

I looked up at him as he carried me towards the office, taking in his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. I was sweaty and sticky and satiated, and the idea of a nap sounded like heaven right now. I didn’t respond but did lean up, pressing my lips to his for a soft kiss, pleased that my plan had worked.  

More Sunny and Mitch here!

#mitch keller #tulsa king #fanfic #mitch keller fanfiction #garrett hedlund #female oc #garrett hedlund fanfiction #smut #mitch keller smut

[marmie-noir]

Jealous 2.0

“Hey ya’ll, welcome in. I’m Sunny, I’ll be your server today.” I said my usual spiel, sliding a menu to each of the four men with a sweet smile, placing four sets of wrapped silverware in the middle of the circular table. “Ya’ll want me to start you with some waters or you have something a little more fun from the bar in mind?” I asked, clicking my pen and pulling out the little pad I took orders on, smiling at the men. 

They were handsome enough, middle aged so a little gray at the temples but each of them held themselves with a cool confidence that I didn’t even mind. The one on my left returned my smile, flashing a row of pearly whites. “Well Sunny girl, I think we’re going to start with a few pitchers of whatever is on tap, and an order of nachos?” He glanced at the others and they all nodded, plucking up the menus to look at them. “Sunny, that sure is a pretty name.” He added, chin tilted up as he met my eyes. He had hazel eyes, dark hair too, a tan that worked for him. 

“Thank you, but I can’t take credit for that. I’ll pass the praise on to my ma though.” I said, smile still in place as I clicked my pen, putting the pad in the server’s apron around my waist. “I’ll go get those beers.” 

I walked away, heading towards the POS system at the bar to type out to get the nachos going from the kitchen before grabbing a few plastic pitchers from the clean shelf, going to the taps. Mitch was pouring Pops another drink but glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. 

“How’s it going?” He asked, leaning on the bar as I filled the pitchers with the basic tap beer. 

“S’okay. How is the bar?” I asked, flashing him a smile, taking any opportunity to talk to Mitch during work. When we’d get back to the house at the end of the day Pops would take up his chair in the living room and I would usually grab the first shower before turning in for bed or sitting on the back porch reading until I got tired enough to lay down. We spoke, of course, but stealing little conversations at work felt a little more special for some reason. Maybe it was because Mitch had other options for conversation and still chose to come to me. God I was pathetic of this man. 

“S’not bad.” He said, blue eyes flicking over to my newest table, watching the men talk amongst themselves. 

I didn’t answer Mitch, grabbing the two pitchers in one hand and four glasses in the other, walking back to the table. Setting everything down I flashed my service smile, glancing between the four of them. “Ya’ll ready to order or need a few more minutes?” I asked. 

“You know sweetheart, the boys and I were just talking about how pretty you are.” The man with hazel eyes spoke, reaching out and patting at my arm. It was a safe spot so I didn’t pull away but I did tilt my head slightly, placing a hand on my hip. “How’d you end up in a place like this? Not that it isn’t nice, been comin here for years and just haven’t seen you around.” “Ah, I started a little over a month ago I think now.” I said with a small shrug, used to having the conversation with the regulars. “I like it here. I get to meet a lot of people, and who doesn’t like tips?” 

The men all smiled and nodded, hazel eyes letting out a little chuckle. “Fair enough. We need a few more minutes, but thank you Sunny.” I nodded, turning and walking away, unphased by the conversation. Moving behind the bar to see if there were any dishes I could snatch to take to the back when Mitch broke my concentration. 

“I need help behind the bar.” Mitch said, sidling up next to me. “Ann will be taking over your table so you can help me.” I frowned, glancing up at Mitch confused. “What, Mitch-” I frowned as I walked after him, his long legs easily outpacing me but we were in a small space behind the bar. He refilled a beer, popping the top off another one, serving the people that were coming up to the bar in waves. 

Mitch had never needed my help before, so why now? I huffed, not pleased at the idea of losing out on my tips for the night, bar tips were never as good. “Mitch-” “I’m the boss and I said I need your help Sunny. Listen.” He said sternly, looking down at me before moving past me to make another mixed drink at the end of the bar, flagging Ann over so she could take over my tables. 

I frowned but realized I couldn’t really do about the situation, setting my frustration on the back burner to focus on the group before me looking at me hopefully for a drink. “Hi all, what do you need?” I asked, slapping on a smile. 

The next few hours flew by. The bar was busy, and Mitch and I moved well together, but he certainly hadn’t needed my help. I’d seen him work busier crowds with ease, and the frustration at losing out on my tips really bothered me. Wiping off the bartop to clear it of spilled beer and condensation it had wound down enough for me to finally get answers from Mitch. 

“I need to talk to you.” I told him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the back office. Mitch didn’t stop me or stumble but he did gesture for one of the girls to get behind the bar, not wanting to leave it unattended. 

I opened the office door and pulled him through, closing the door as he moved to lean against his desk and face me. I don’t think I’d ever seen him actually sit behind the damn thing once. 

“What was that about?” I asked, stopping before him with my hands on my hips. 

Mitch had the audacity to fold his hands on his lap, looking relaxed as always. “What was what about, darlin?” He asked, voice smooth and low. 

I narrowed my eyes and pointed at him, index finger gently prodding at his chest. “Don’t you try that sweet cowboy bullshit with me now, Mitch Keller. Why did you pull me behind the bar? I’m not stupid, I’ve seen you handle bigger crowds with ease, so why did you pull me off tables. Tipping tables, mind you.” 

Mitch grabbed my hand that had been poking at him, warm fingers wrapping around my wrist, thumb brushing against the inside of it. “Just needed some help is all.” He said, pulling me a little closer. I went, curious as to what he was doing but not letting myself get distracted. As he spread his legs slightly to pull me between them to get me closer I met his eyes, telling him without words I wasn’t buying it. 

He huffed, glancing away for a moment with a little frown on his lips, free hand scratching along his jaw. “That man grabbed at you. Figured you’d wanna get away from him.” I paused, confused, thinking back to right before he pulled me behind the bar. Nothing out of the ordinary really happened, no one grabbed me like that one time, the memory of large fingers digging into my thigh painfully making me frown. Then it clicked. The four top of good looking men, the man touching my arm. 

I grinned, taking a step closer to Mitch, the burn of satisfaction warming me over from the inside out. “Mitch Keller, are you jealous?” I asked, crowding his space slightly. He huffed, rolling his eyes and adjusting his hat on his head, hand still wrapped loosely around my wrist. 

“Jealous? Darlin’, really?” He asked, flashing that good ol’ boy smile at me, chin tipping up to meet my eyes. I got flashbacks to the day in the cooler earlier last week, when he had accused me of the same thing. His free hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer, and I willingly leaned in with my own smile. “Oh, good. I’d hate for it to be weird when I call one of them. I got some numbers before I was snatched behind the bar so I figured…” I trailed off, giving a little shrug, feigning nonchalance as my hands settled on his broad shoulders. “Might take one of em up on the offer of a date in the next few weeks.” He tensed under my hands and I knew I had him. 

“Mm.” He said, hand tightening slightly on my wrist before releasing it. “Well it’s a shame that you’ll be busy that day. It’s busy season after all, I need you here.” “I never said what day, Mitch.” I said, stepping back as he stood, making me look up at him now. He paused, blue eyes flicking over my face before his lips set into a thin line. 

“You are doing doubles all next week.” 

“Wait- hey!” I gasped, chasing after him as he left the office. I caught Ann’s grin and returned it, chasing after my boss when he tried to hide behind the bar, fully intending to pester him into giving me at least an afternoon off. “Cowboy you get your tall self back here, I wasn’t done with you!”

Read more Sunny and Mitch here

#fanfic #tulsa king #garrett hedlund #mitch keller #mitch keller fanfiction #female oc #Revenge really #I'm normal about him.