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swampstew · 12 days

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Captain_CumShot - Chapter 2

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat on the chaise lounge, plug your electronic device in so you can enjoy this multi-chapter, full blown smut story. The Captain is the snack and sadly, I have nothing to offer to soothe the yearning. As always, links to Wattpad and AO3 at the bottom. Enjoy, from your favorite loyal, cabin hoe♥

Summary: You treated yourself to a tier upgrade😘

Minors DNI you will be blocked - for adult audiences only.

Admin: Thanks for upgrading your subscription to Tier III! The Captain will want to thank you personally ~ drop your next available hour slot and we’ll set it up.

You: 10 PM

Admin: Talk to you soon ~

10:00 PM

Captain: Hey doll. I’ve seen your likes and comments around here for a while and I’m chuffed that you finally upgraded. What changed?

You: Truthfully, I challenged myself to save up so I can really treat myself when I felt I needed it. Especially after the last year and four months at work.

Captain:…

Captain: You waited ONE YEAR and FOUR MONTHS before you felt like you needed a break?

Captain: I’m flattered you’ve chosen me as your reward but gat damn girl. You need to treat yourself more often.

Captain: What the hell do you do for a job??

You: I’m an accountant at a small but valued firm, so we’re kind of just always busy! Especially at tax time which is ALMOST over. So I spoiled myself a few days early.

Captain: Congratulations ~ Do you work in a stuffy office with a buncha dorks?

You: Well I wouldn’t say dorks and it’s not a closet! I work in an office building with maybe less than 50 other people. I have a corner office so yay for small wins!

Captain: Aye that’s the least they can do fer’ya!

Captain: Do they make you dress business professional like you’re gonna meet the president every day or is it a normal place that lets you dress like a human being?

You: Haha, nothing so refined. Business casual for the most part, Fridays we can wear jeans, and sometimes during the seasons they’ll do a morale boosting themed clothes week thing.

Captain: 🤔

Captain: Does anyone enjoy that?

You: Some do, some don’t. The bosses buy a big lunch spread though so it’s not all bad.

Captain: Tell me, are the morale boosting bits mandatory?

You: You’re not required to dress up. They don’t technically say you have to be at the luncheon but they do have someone sweep the desks to make sure no one is still working. I think they legitimately think they’re providing a “break” for us but like, a paid lunch hour would be a thousand times better.

Captain: Bet.

Captain: You ever skipped it all together? Just said fuck it and hid on the roof to scroll on your phone and eat lunch?

You: Sometimes my car! We have a secure parking garage and its air conditioned so it’s quiet and not boiling hot.

Captain: Hooray for small victories.

Captain: Have you ever gotten uncomfortably turned on enough that you’ve escaped to your car to get relief?

You: 😳

You: Maybe once or twice. I’m always afraid of getting caught.

Captain: I’d make sure we wouldn’t.

Captain: See I personally fucking hate it when instead of just paying people more, employers make their people do a whole dog and pony show. Leave people alone!

Captain: This is literally a crime.

Captain: If you’d let me, I’d come and save you from those stupid lunches.

You: 🤔

You: I wouldn’t hate that!

You: Not sure you could pull it off though, you would garner a lot of attention just from standing, you’re just that attractive 👉👈🥺

Captain: Relax, I’m nothing if not professional. Want to hear my grand scheme that I cooked up, just now?

You: Oh go right ahead!

Captain: I’d start by doing research into your company and get the lunch reservation details of these luncheons. I would then pose as an employee dropping off the food order/doing set up and while everyone is gathering, I would linger a little, totally incognito, and slip out to find your office if you haven’t already entered the room.

Captain: Should I continue? I’m really proud of this scheme actually.

You: Please, I wonder how you plan to get away scot-free and not get me fired!

Captain: You’d not only get fired – you’d get off, repeatedly and it would be a seasonal thing cause I’d never get caught. I think it would be a professional bonus because then you’ll be so satisfied at work, you might even get a promotion or pay raise or some shit😏

You: This I gotta hear

Captain: Where was I?

Captain: Just kidding

Captain: I would then smuggle you to the parking garage under the guise that you’re my ‘job equipment’ or whatever, and then, I’d take you to your car. Ideally, I can convince you to get in the van I rented as part of my infiltration disguise so I can actually sit and stand without breaking my neck. The windows are blacked out, I keep anchors and blocks on the wheels to keep it stable, and then I rock your fucking world.

Captain: Still with me?

You: I am

Captain: You’re probably thinking, ‘but if you’re as beastly as I think you are, won’t I be screaming my brains out?’

You: I was!

Captain: As a professional content creator – amongst other trades – I know a thing or two about sound proofing. There’s always a gag if you’re into that.

You: I could be persuaded…

Captain: I have a lot of things I’d like to persuade you to do in there.

Captain: Do you normally participate in the themed clothes or do you keep it professional?

You: I don’t usually, not really my thing.

Captain: I see.

Captain: Back to my scheme ~

Captain: After I’ve successfully fooled everyone and have you in my clutches, I’d take you to my van where you can have a lunch break actually worth attending.

Captain: I would first take off my disguise and reveal that it was me all along! After you get over your initial surprise, I’d ask you what you’re hungry for.

You: Oh I get options?

Captain: Hell yeah doll. Your choices can range anywhere from a quick snack to a mega meal.

You: Do the options change too?

Captain: I don’t believe in constraints. Unless they’re kink-related.

Captain: I think since you’re the kind of doll that doesn’t splurge too much on ‘erself, I’d start you off with a ‘left no crumbs.’

Captain: What that entails is me, sitting you all pretty like on a seat cushion, starting ngwith something soft and sweet. Kisses up the arm, on the neck, slow, building up anticipation. I’d tease you over your clothes, petting your kitten until I feel your wetness through the fabric.

Captain: Pepper your body with kisses and bites to keep you on edge. When I have you down to just your undergarments, I’d sit you in my lap. Spread your thighs open. Start rubbing your pussy until you’re leaking all over my hand. I’ll let you have a quick orgasm, a small and sweet one. But don’t think we’re done.

Captain: I might take my pants off to feel you a bit better. Push you down on my hard-on as I wrap an arm around your waist to keep you still. I’ll use my free hand to play with your pussy again. Rubbing you, flicking you, lightly smacking you, rubbing your clit, finger fucking you. Rub my big dick against your trembling body to make you even more sensitive.

Captain: Since you only have an hour, I’ll make sure you look presentable before you go back to the office. Where you can spend the rest of the day sitting in the mess I’m going to leave. How does that make you feel?

You: I’m…speechless, in a good way…Shit that’s really hot. It makes me feel devious, a bit dirty, like I really want to do it.

Captain: Damn and I haven’t even finished telling you what’s included in your lunch?

You: 🤐

You: Please forgive me

Captain: I could never stay mad at you doll.

Captain: As I was saying ~

Captain: I can’t let you leave your break without feeling fully satisfied.

Captain: Before you go, I’d spend some time with you against the van wall. If you’re into it, I can use rope to help keep you standing. I encourage it, you’re gonna need it.

You: I’m into it, I’m into it 🤤

Captain: Heh. Freak.

Captain: I’d keep you still and propped up, putting your blouse on, keeping my lipstick stains and bites hidden underneath. I’d pull your panties and bottoms over your ankles, slide your soaked underwear up your thighs…

Captain: And give you dessert.

You: What am I having??!

Captain: Me.

Captain: I’d pull your panties up your thighs but not put them on entirely. Leaving them maybe a few inches from your twitching pussy. Then I’d finally let you see my cock.

Captain: Do you want to touch it?

You: Yesss🥺please let me touch.

Captain: Don’t worry you’ll be feeling it.

Captain: I’ll prod my cock against your clit, slide it up and down your puffy lips, maybe push in a little bit.

Captain: After I get it nice and wet with you, I’d stand in front of you and fuck your body. I won’t go in in, I’ll slide in between your desperate lips, make you clench over my cock with your needy pussy, I’ll hit your delicious ass cheeks, pull back out and rub against your clit until you’re crying.

You: Oh my fucking god.

Captain: I’m not done.

Captain: While I do this, I’ll rub my thumb down on your clit, and I won’t stop until you’ve cum over my cock, frustrated yet relieved.

Captain: But don’t be disappointed just yet because the next part is my favorite part.

Captain: As you’re coming down from your orgasm, I’ll finish myself off. Jerking myself in front of you and finishing right on your cunt.

You: 🥵

Captain: Yeah.

Captain: I’d milk my length to cover you, watching it drip from your vulva and trembling lips down to your underwear and thighs. Whatever falls further down I’d wipe with my thumb and make you lick it off.

Captain: Then I’ll pull your panties up nice and high, make sure they sit on your hips just right, don’t want any of me to spill out. For good measure, I might even rub your underwear against you some just to smear it in you some more.

Captain: I love cum play.

Captain: I’ll pull up your bottoms, wipe your tears, and send you away with a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass.

Captain: How does that sound doll?

You: I would fucking die!!! I want this so bad fuck why would you DO THAT TO ME?!?🥵🤤 FUCK! You’re so hot, all I want is to touch you and be touched by you😩

Captain: Are you touching yourself?

You: If I said yes?🥺

Captain: I’d say me too. Check out the photo gallery later, you’ll see the load I blew for ya😘

Captain: Glad to add you to my harem of Cabin Hoes. I’m not supposed to have favorites, but I think I’m gonna grow fond of you.

Captain: G’night doll. Thanks for subscribing😘

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#eustass kid #Captain_CumShot #onlyfans fanfic #firstmatesimp #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid smut #one piece eustass kid #ao3 author #wattpad author #eustasscaptainkid #kid pirates #swampstew stories #swampstew

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paul-ster · 11 days

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GUYS I MADE THE PONYBOY GETTING LOST IN A STORE FIC.

Except I think it’s dog-water 😭😭😭 I really hope I did the idea right. If not I’ll probably rewrite it. THIS WAS MADE IN TWENTY MINUTES DAWG 😭😭

@positively-peachy-143 @frogdisaster I hope I executed this idea correctly :3

Anyways, ENJOY!!!

The brisk cool air of a commercial store hit Ponyboy- hard. He stood there, ten-year-old him, excited to be shopping with the whole gang. It was rare for them to all be together, especially with their new addition- Dallas Winston.

Ponyboy stood near Darry, following him as the gang weaves through the store. Mrs.Curtis had sent them on a shopping trip that the whole gang ended up following. Darry was the only one taking it serious though.

Still, he could t help but join along in the gangs tricks. Stealing random stuff and putting things where they didn’t belong. Ponyboy tried to join in, but mostly hung back with Johnny. Johnny stood quietly, watching alongside Ponyboy.

Mrs.Curtis needed a lot of things. She just about needed the whole entire store. But, with extra boys to take care of, she just tried to get Darry to buy what he could. While Darry would never tell her, he had started putting some money into the grocery bill.

As the gang tried not to get kicked out, Ponyboy couldnt help but look at some cigarettes. He had seen the entire gang smoking them, especially Dally. While Dally started giving him a cigarette or two, Ponyboy wanted his own pack. Ponyboy looked at the cigarettes, trying to think about which one he’d want.

He saw Johnny looking back to him and then to the gang. Johnny assumed Ponyboy was going to follow, so, he followed the rest of the gang. Ponyboy started getting lost in his head, almost forgetting where he was.

It wasn’t until he didn’t see anyone else that he started to panic. He tried to look around, trying to see if he could find the gang near him. Part of him was already panicking, while another tried to stay level-headed. Ponyboy continued to walk through the aisles, suddenly unsure if he should go back to where he had been. But, his memory failed him as he stepped into the clothing aisle.

A mother and her children passed by. Ponyboy wanted to ask her for help, to tell her that he was lost. Yet, Ponyboy couldn’t as he started to get lost in the clothes aisle. The clothes seemed to blend in, making it harder for him to know where the exit was.

It was like a maze to him. While he had a good build for a ten year old, he wasn’t as tall as he wanted to be. His heart pounded through his ears as he tried to rush through clothes. After not getting anywhere, he decided to go under the racks.

But to no avail, he was still lost…

So, he did hat he could. He pursed his lips together, and blew. A low note came out at first, before ending it with a high note.

Darry looked around, laughing as he threw in another pack of spaghetti into the cart. It was already halfway full and Darry was getting ready to wrap everything up. “We all set?” He asked the gang. There were some nods but Darry saw something. Johnny was in another aisle, whistling low before ending it with a high note. Darry’s eyes looked to Johnny as Johnny continued.

“What’s wrong Johnnycakes?” Dallas asked. Johnny looked around the aisles for a moment then to the gang. “Pony’s gone.”

Darry and Soda felt their hearts drop. Sodapop looked to Darry, “Where did we last see ‘im?” Everyone looked to Johnny, waiting for his answer.

“Last I saw him, he was looking at some cigarettes,” Johnny told them. Darry nodded, trying his hardest not to panic. Too bad that memo didn’t get to Soda.

“The cigarettes? Okay- okay im going there,” Sodapop said before running to the cigarettes. Steve followed him, “We’ll find ya later.” Darry nodded, looking to the rest of his gang.

Dallas was unphased, while Two-Bit and Johnny were freaking out. “Let’s split up, he’ll be easier to find that way. Johnny come with me and Two-Bit go with Dally,” Darry said with certainty. Johnny nodded and quickly got to Darry. Dally rolled his eyes but still followed Two-Bit to wherever they were going to look at.

To anyone who hadn’t known what was happening, they would’ve thought that the boys had gone insane. They were whistling, low and deep before ending it with a high note. Workers gave them glared as they continued to do so.

Two-Bit and Dally flipped some off as they continued to look around. All the while, Darry was panicking.

“What am I going to do???” He asked himself as he whistled again. The notes were off though. Johnnys whistle was almost pitch perfect.

Still, all Darry could do was hope that the gangs whistle was enough for Ponyboy. After all, he was able to hear Dallys whistle from where he was. Sodapop tried to whistle loud too, but his shaky breathing prevented it.

“Cmon man breathe. Think of it as a little break for now,” Steve tried to joke. Sodapop tried taking some air, breathing it heavily. Then he started coughing as he heard someone else whistle.

Sodapop perked his head up as another whistle came. The whistle was just about the whistle that Ponyboy did.

Two-Bit and Dally found them, “Ya heard it too?” Two-Bit asked. Sodapop nodded, before whistling again. “We thought it was you,” Steve told them. They all gave each other a look before starting to go where they heard the whistle.

Johnny and Darry also heard the whistle. Granted, they were nearer than anyone else in the gang. After a couple of more bird calls- they found Ponyboy.

“Where is he?” Sodapop asked as they settled in one part of the clothing aisle, the last place where they heard the call. It had been the loudest, but they weren’t able to see Ponyboy yet. Darry waited for the whistle to come. Then, through a rack of clothes, a low note came out before hitting a high note. Sodapop pushed the clothes aside, seeing as Ponyboy was crying in the clothes.

He looked up at Soda, before pulling him into a hug. “Easy there kiddo, we’re here,” Soda said, smiling a bit. He looked to Darry who had just felt like a weight was off of his shoulders.

“Why didn’t ya just stay put?” Steve asked Ponyboy incredulously. Two-Bit gave him a light shove as they started to walk to the registers. Some people gave them were glances as Sodapop continued to hold Ponyboy.

“Is that them? The bird-callers?” A customer asked. Two-Bit laughed as the gang left the store. “Hear that? Maybe we oughta catch some birds.”

Ponyboy smiled sheepishly as he sat in the car. Darry gave him a look and Johnny gave him a relieved smile.

“Y’all’s whistles sound like dying birds,” Ponyboy admitted. “Shut it before we tell your mom that you got lost,” Steve retorted.

#the outsiders #ao3 writer #fanfic #write #:3

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pastelwitchling · 6 months

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If you're still taking prompts. How about Michael and Alex go to a pumpkin patch/apple orchard? They spend the day picking out pumpkins, going on hayrides, looking through all the fall decorations, lots of schmoop, love, and snuggles. 🥰

@ashleymarie1684

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Michael was trying hard not to smile. Alex was trying even harder to hide his enthusiasm. Neither was succeeding.

In Michael’s defense though, he couldn’t help himself. When he had suggested this morning that he and Alex visit a pumpkin patch, he’d meant it offhandedly, vaguely thinking that he and Alex might enjoy a morning out doing normal couple fall things, especially with Alex’s love of all things autumn and Halloween.

He had not expected Alex’s eyes to light up, or a joyous smile to take over his face before he remembered that he was a veteran and veterans didn’t get excited about going to pumpkin patches. But it had been too late. Michael had seen Alex eager, and he’d made a vow to himself when he’d finally kissed Alex that night at the Wild Pony that if Alex was ever eager about anything, he would do whatever it took to give it to him.

So what had started as a simple outing in Michael’s mind, just a way to get some fresh air, had turned into a whole, specially-planned day. Michael had packed a picnic basket to enjoy lunch in the small park nearby, he brought blankets to keep Alex warm in case his leg acted up, and freshly brewed between them now sat two paper cups of steaming pumpkin spice lattes. Michael thought it tasted like sugary crap, but Alex’s carefully maintained giddiness had slipped as soon as Michael had stepped outside Crashdown’s doors with the drinks, so Michael was going to swallow the hot pumpkin-flavored frosting with a smile on his face.

Pulling up to the pumpkin patch, Michael saw with some relief that it was nearly empty except for an elderly couple here and there. He knew Alex hated noise and crowds, and screaming kids and parents arguing were not what he had in mind for Alex’s Perfect Day. His own heart soared at the thought, and his smile widened by instinct.

“This is so cool,” Alex agreed as though he could read Michael’s thoughts and knew he was just as excited as he was.

Nine times out of ten, Alex could read through the mess of Michael’s head better than anyone else could. Sometimes though, even he couldn’t expect the depths of Michael’s love for him. His own happiness was coming from nothing today but Alex’s joy. If Alex laughed, got excited, blushed, wanted to take pictures, picked out a freaking pumpkin for his pies or to carve and place alongside the other million autumn decorations he had up in their home, Michael would go to bed ecstatic.

Still, he didn’t want Alex to take it as pressure to have a good time if it ended up being underwhelming, so he merely chuckled and nodded, sliding his hand between Alex’s shoulder blades.

“Yeah, it is,” he said. “What do you want to do first?”

“Oh,” Alex looked momentarily lost as his eyes roamed the ranch. Or at least, Michael thought he’d looked lost. Peering at him closer, however, revealed the look Michael had come to learn so well on his husband’s face.

Alex was excited.

Really excited.

So excited, in fact, that he didn’t seem to know where to start. Whether to have their coffee peacefully on the benches beneath the apple trees, buy one of the fresh pumpkin spice donuts from one of the open vendors nearby, or stroll through the piles among piles among rows among rows of pumpkins of all shapes and sizes and colors, laid out in a glorious field meant only for someone with Alex’s kind of autumnal enthusiasm.

“I don’t know,” he said with an almost dazed smile, still overwhelmed and too happy to care for once. “What do you think we should do?”

Alex gripped Michael’s hand in his own, his other clinging to Michael’s arm as though afraid he’d float away and disappear among the pumpkins if he let go of his husband for a second. Michael didn’t even try fighting his need then, and tugged Alex in, kissing his temple.

“Let’s take a walk around first,” he suggested. “The whole patch.”

“Yeah?” Alex said, half-listening, his eyes so bright that Michael wanted to stop and count the stars inside them instead.

“Yeah,” he said softly, then, “you really don’t need any more coffee right now.”

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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imreadydollparts · 1 year

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This actually arrived at my house yesterday and is being bumped to the top of the queue for no reason, really.

I saw this 1971 Barbie Beauty Center relisted on shopgoodwill.com a couple times and it’s rare, but they did drop the price on her after a couple relists.

She was $40 shipped instead of $50... Goodwill uses FedEx which is EXPENSIVE.

Anyway, she looked like she’d be a challenge and I’m a little bored of working on ponies, so I went for it.

Her box is all but destroyed. The whole top is missing. That seems to be pretty common. The front is cute but I didn’t take any pics of it.

She came with all this stuff, most of which isn’t even hers. As far as I can tell only the yellow compact, large curlers, and green brush are hers.

I pulled her out of the box and was grateful she doesn’t smell like cigarettes, moth balls, or storage stank (mold/mildew).

Also grateful that the 1971 Beauty Center is NOT Quick Curl. The 1972 version is.

I despise Quick Curl.

I still thought she MIGHT be a challenge.

It took no time at all to get her face clean. Melamine sponge FTW.

I’m disappointed, honestly. When I splurge on something like this I’m paying for an experience since I have no interest in the product itself. I’m not even buying to resell, I’m buying for entertainment.

Her hair was not fun to fix at all. All it needed was washed, conditioned, combed with the metal dog comb, then combed with the metal flea comb and she was done.

Fixing her compact took more effort.

It was covered in “makeup” and then I went and chunked up the remaining powder, mixed it with rubbing alcohol, and let it set.

It’s chunky because there was a layer of glue on the bottom of the powder and I didn’t get it removed properly. I can go back and try doing it again and straining out the chunks, but honestly...

Don’t care that much.

It looks better, though it’s cracked while it dried, and that’s all I wanted.

So. Yeah. That’s done. (Ignore the mess I have a lot of projects going at once and it’s chaotic.)

I put her hair up in a hair net overnight while it dried.

Of course I also cleaned her accessories. The brush is adorable.

I have no idea what most of this stuff is.

The Libby Lee compact at least has a name on it. That was a brand of cheap toys you could get in a bubble card at gas stations and discount stores.

The pink pin and brush came from Quick Curl Skipper.

The orange thing is a handle for a file.

I think the yellow brush is just a generic baby hair brush. It has the ultra soft nylon bristles my little brother’s brush had when he was a baby.

Pink triangles seem to be broken hair clips though could be some other kind of clip.

Well, now what? On the pile of things to sell when I get back around to selling things.

#long post #vintage dolls #vintage barbie #styling head #doll hair #doll repair

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consumed-by-dally · 2 months

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12, 14, 15, 17 for the outsiders ask thingy !

✨First Thank you for the questions✨

12. Have you watched the TV Show? Do you plan to? If you have, what’s your opinion on it?

Strangely I haven’t watched the TV show I’ve only watched the movie. I think I’m just too into the movie and honestly don’t know where to buy/watch the TV show. Also what if it sucks I’m scared I wouldn’t recover.

14. Tell us five of your headcanons you basically see as canon

No because this one’s my fav my first is that Johnny in the summer wears a cut off t-shirt/tank top that looks kinda like pony’s ik that’s so stupid but I love it, my second would be that dally definitely has a fake tooth or gold tooth from all the fighting, my third would be that johnny actually has so built up muscle. In the book and movie especially we don’t see a lot of Johnny which is get with the whole abuse and his parents but I do think that he has some sort of lean/muscular build I mean he literally killed bob, my fourth would be that dally definitely helps buck clean up the bar the next morning because he’s a clean freak and we all know it cuts down on his rooms rent, my last one would probably be that the brothers all have some type of matching jewelry that there parents gave them as like a incase your lost you all have this that way they could find each other. I know dang well they never take it off to.

15. Five headcanons that are entirely self-indulgent

First one is definitely that dally is actually good a school and helps Johnny and pony he just gave up with himself, my second would be that Johnny is scared of horses but dally definitely takes him on trail rides because he’s mean out of love, my third is that dally is Russian. I know that hc has been big and I was so freaking excited when I saw it. I honestly love this one so much because I’ve been learning Russian and it just fit him so well, my fourth would be that purly and pony met at track practice and that they always run the 400 together, my last one would be that dally is definitely a clean freak. I’m a clean freak and I just needed him to be a clean freak because he’s my literal comfort character and if I’m not making sad backstories for him I’m to busy turning him into ✨me✨.

17. Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the book?

Honestly no I love the book and it has become such a comfort for me. The book and movie got me through a really hard time/year and it’s just become one of my comfort books so I can’t be salty, the book is my baby. 😭😀🩷

@dumbponyboykinnie I know my pookie hc that dally was Russian to and I just want people to know that as well!!!!

Also I’m so sorry my hc might not be the best at the moment I don’t have them written down because I’m dumb and though that was a great idea I’ll do better I promise 😭🤚🏻 I really had to think back I’m sorryyyyyyyy

#dallas winston #i love the outsiders #johnny cade #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #steve randle #jally #purly #ask me anything #i love my moots #thank youuuuuu #I love you guys #buck merrill #se hinton #the outsiders tv show #the outsiders movie

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selarina · 8 months

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Ghosts in Love

-> Suna Rintaro x Reader, Kageyama Tobio x Reader,

Chapter 3: Crossroads

Summary: Amidst shared streets and familiar alleys, chance encounters with your ex at grocery stores or parks evolve into shopping together and sharing park benches.

Loosely inspired by the poem "Ghosts in Love" by Carl Sandburg

Content Warnings: angst, exes, childhood friends, love triangle, pining, fluff, slow burn, nostalgia, slice of life, chicken, hurt/comfort, rain, internal conflict, eventual smut

Taglist: Open

Author's Note: Can be read as a one-shot. Guys I actually can't choose between them, it's driving me insane

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Things with Tobio are great. You like watching him from over your place at the kitchen’s slab as he works around you. When he notices you staring, you notice soft tints of red kissing his face but sometimes, you see him smirk to himself, the same way he does after small victories in a match.

You’ve been watching him in action. It’s odd, all you knew about volleyball before was Suna. He taught you the rules, he helped you through your first game, and his jersey sits in a warm hidden crevice in your bureau somewhere but now that you’ve attended and seen Tobio in action, it’s all different.

Suna taught you about victories and how it made him happy, how it made him want to buy a watch, how it made him want to lazily lie on your stomach as he recounted details you didn’t understand from the match.

With Tobio, you learn about strategy and losses. You learn about the failures and how it leaves Tobio reeling into a different space — a space that doesn’t really hold a space for you, a space where you’d rather not be in any way. It’s not to say Tobio fails all the time, it’s just to say Suna never showed his failures. He’s always found it easier to hide them in a closet full of other repressed and discarded clothes

You watch as Tobio slathers some caviar onto the slab of chicken, his eyes so focused you think it could pierce through the chicken.

“Tobio,” you speak up.

He hums, urging you to speak even if he isn’t looking at you.

“I’m sorry about the game last night,” you say.

“Why?” He brings a piece of the chicken slab to your mouth for a taste. Your mouth opens, your mouth filled with a briny taste. “Not your fault.”

“No — ‘Course not,” you add. “Just don’t like seeing you upset.”

“It’s fine, all part of the game.” He replies, his concentration not breaking as he continues to work on other slabs of chicken.

“Hm? It's just interesting. Suna always seemed so carefree about volleyball. But with you, it's like there's a whole world of strategy and sadness.”

“Sadness?”

“Yeah, like you’re sad when you lose. He was just always the same I guess?”

“Oh,” Tobio joins to stand right next to you, his expression softening. "Volleyball means a lot to me," he admits. "It's not just a game. It's about pushing my limits, improving, and giving everything I've got. Sometimes it's frustrating, and when I lose, it's hard to let go."

You don’t know what to say. You just reach for his hand, it finally stops him from working his way through all the empty slabs of chicken.

He smiles, leaning in to leave a soft peck against your cheek. Your hands squeeze against his own.

He parts, your thumb brushing one last time before he lets go.

—

Days turn into weeks, and the leaves have turned red. They fall so often now, decorating the ground on your walks.

A single crimson-red leaf falls to the ground, seeping itself into a puddle in the ground. You think about Tobio and how his little mannerisms have managed to seep into the regular pendulum of your life.

You don’t think about Suna that often. Your schedule is tight and you spend most of your free time with Tobio. You always thought of Tobio as a one-trick pony but surprisingly, he had a range of hobbies he liked to indulge in.

You freeze in your tracks.

You haven’t seen Suna since that day outside the restaurant but right now, he’s standing right in front of you in the line to the billing counter.

You’re not sure what’s appropriate — should you ignore him? Should you greet him? It’s odd — they should really write a rule book to deal with your exes.

“Sir — you need to buy something else or pay by cash. It’s below the limit for an online payment,” you hear the cashier say.

Suna’s hand rummages through his pocket and his wallet. He ruffles through it quite a bit, seeming like he doesn’t have enough cash. You assume so because he just shrugs at the cashier, “Uhh, I guess I can buy something else. Just add in anything to reach the limit?”

“I can pay for you,” you speak up. You can barely believe you’re speaking up.

He turns, his gaze resting on your face before it flits down to your fidgety hands. “Are you sure?” Suna speaks,

Your hands go still. “Of course — it’s not a problem. What are you buying?”

He scratches his cheek, a tinge of embarrassment as he raises three packets of ramen. “Lunch,” he answers.

You smile, some things never change you suppose.

“You can scan his stuff with mine,” you turn, directly addressing the cashier who simply nods with a courteous smile.

“So, how have you been?” He initiates. You wonder if you would have if he didn’t. You don’t think you would, you’re sure you wouldn’t.

You don’t answer immediately, your eyes focused on the cashier who scans the items you keep placing on the counter. Suna steps forward, his hand coming out of the pockets of his sweatshirt as he bends down to help you get the items that sit on the lower end of your trolley.

“Same old, same old,” you finally respond.

“Are you sure?” His voice resounds against your ears with a tinge of sarcasm.

“How have you been?” You deflect whatever that was.

“Same old, same old.” He quips to which you simply stare at him blankly before your hands reach to pay the cashier.

“So… It was nice seeing you,” you speak up over the rain as the two of you stand outside, right under the wing that just barely shields you from the rain.

“Likewise,” he says.

His eyes not leaving the rain in front of you as your eyes linger on him.“It always seems to be raining when we meet,” you say, absentmindedly. Just something you thought of.

“Yeah,” he says, turning. He’s directly staring at you now, eyes gazing from your face to your hands that hold your heavy grocery in a tote bag that’s hanging by a thread in your hand, as he adds — “First time we met too.”

“And first date,” you add, brows rising with amusement.

His eyes linger for a bit, and your smile dies down.

“First kiss,” he says plainly.

You turn away, your eyes flitting to the slowing rains, your hands coming out of your pocket to check.

“I guess I should be able to manage now,” you murmur before you turn to say goodbye.

“We should go to the concert,” he speaks up, cutting you off mid-way, his words leaving your mouth ajar.

You swallow, “What?” Your word comes out barely above a faint whisper.

“I mean — I think we’re in a good place, and those tickets were expensive. Rather not waste it,” he responds, plainly but with a tinge of defensiveness to his tone.

You let out a sigh, your eyes flitting back to the front as you notice the rains have stopped entirely now.

“I suppose we could,” you respond.

“Yeah? Plus, I’ve missed you, I guess,” he adds.

You chuckle lightly, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, even without the fucking, I’d like to have you back in my life,” he professes like it’s the testament of unbridled sweet compliments.

You shake your head, turning towards him, eyes glinting with amusement you say, “Wow. You do have a way with your words, don’t you Suna Rintaro?”

He smiles, “So I can text you about it then?”

“It’s a month away,” you reply.

His brows raise. So what? It reads.

“Fine, I guess you can text me about the concert,” you stress.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies, as he pulls his hood over.

“And for god's sake, eat real food. Please,” you urge before you could take your leave.

“You’ve been dying to say that, haven’t you?”

You don’t respond, merely squinting at him before you part ways. Your feet step on a particularly crunchy, and you think about how much you’ve missed him. And then there’s a quick flash of Tobio’s face and you think maybe this isn’t right?

A few drops fall on your head, you look up — and then it pours, a slew of heavy droplets hitting your head and you’re forced to run home.

As you hurry along the wet sidewalk, you spot Tobio walking towards out of his car, holding an umbrella above his head. His hair is slightly damp, and his expression holds a mix of confusion as he approaches you. Without a word, he opens the umbrella wider, making sure both of you are sheltered from the downpour.

“Thought you were going to be home,” he says.

“I was but it started raining, so I got late,” you explain as the two of you rush back in.

The two of you get in, and you rush to the bathroom, taking a light shower — your mind still preoccupied with the encounter you just had with Suna.

You spot Tobio brewing some tea for you as you walk out in your robe, taking a seat on the couch. Your wet hair sits uncomfortably against your neck, as you run your towel through it as you speak a soft, “Hey, what are you brewing?”

“Chamomile,” he replies, his hands resting on the slab.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to take a long nap.” You stretch back into the couch.

Tobio glances at you, his gaze lingering before he speaks up again, "Everything okay?"

You hesitate, unsure of how much you should share because really it’s nothing, right?

“Hm? Yeah, just tired.” You reply, a tired smile hanging off your face.

He simply nods as he plops himself next to you, his hand stretching to hand you your usual cup.

You think about how nice this is, how nice he is, and a future of a hand holding umbrella over your head, and warm tea but then you think of nights under the rain and hot ramen with towels on your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you reply as you take a careful sip before you place it on the table in front of you, as your hand comes up to run over the towel on your shoulder.

Taglist: @alienvarmint @sagejin

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beachy--head · 1 year

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Here's a little Christmas japril drabble✨ Wishing all of you a happy Christmas and a wonderful holiday season! x

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Jackson is bouncing up and down.

Jackson doesn't bounce. He paces, and he strides, but Averys don't bounce. Well, Harriet does, but she's 6, and a Kepner-Avery, and from his experience, Kepners definitely bounce up and down.

Coming down the stairs and into the living-room after getting Harriet to bed, April soon discovers the reason for the bouncing. The space around their Christmas tree is completely filled with gifts. Lots of gifts. Waaay too many gifts for a household of three. And she was never the best at maths – biology was her star subject in high-school –, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the ratio of gifts to persons is heavily imbalanced.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?"

He can act coy all he wants, his smile betrays him.

"This is way too much. She's six! She doesn't need that many things!"

"Okay, first of all, some of these are from my mom. Have you tried telling my mom that she can't spoil her grandchild? If so, how are you still alive?"

"Right, so your mom bought... okay, I stopped counting after twelve boxes. Are you trying to bribe Hattie because she's mad at you for not taking her to Seattle to see Catherine last month?"

"No?"

He observes her as she scans the living-room, brows furrowed, muttering under her breath, knowing she's not really mad but loving that she plays the part.

And it's not like he can fault her for being disconcerted, because just as Jackson Avery doesn't bounce up and down, he also usually doesn't really do Christmas. He'll buy presents, and dress up, and celebrate, but that's usually the extent of his contribution to the holiday season. But this year, he's gone all in and has insisted they do everything. So in the past weeks, they've taken a picture dressed in Christmas pajamas (and he would never admit it, but these things are quite comfortable), they've gone to the Christmas fair down the bloc so Harriet could see Santa, they've been to winter festivals and Christmas markets and even the Fox foundation Christmas party.

Of course, they'd done some of it last year together. But last year, it had been Jackson Avery and April Kepner, separate entities, who had taken Hattie to these activities, and it had left him wanting more than that. Wanting the whole damn thing.

This year, they've been doing these things as the Kepner-Averys, family of three, and he's so grateful he had to do something. He doesn't even care he went overboard.

"She doesn't need that many things! She's going to grow up to be entitled and spoiled and expecting–"

He takes April in his arms, and the way she nestles against his chest tells him everything. That she doesn't believe a word she's saying because she knows what the presents mean. How happy he feels to have his family back. To be able to be woken up by Hattie at dawn so she can open her presents with both of her parents watching. She knows, because she shares the same sentiment.

"I guess I should be glad you didn't buy her a pony like she wanted."

"Well..."

Her glare is so April he can't help laughing.

"No pony, I swear. Didn't fit under the tree anyway."

"You know, you going all out for Christmas like this... You're becoming more and more lik–"

"Don't say I'm like my mom."

They stay embraced for a while, lightly swaying to imaginary music, and he wants to bottle up this moment, this simple, routine, absolutely wonderful moment.

"This is nice, but this is still too much."

"If you think so, then you're really going to hate me when you see how many of these are for you."

"Jackson!!"

Later that night, Harriet joins them in bed, snuggling between them. She explains she's way too excited to sleep, and as he tightens his grasp around his two girls, his grin is so wide his jaw almost hurts.

#drabble #japril #jackson avery #april kepner #merry christmas!

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disneyanddisneyships · 6 months

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@gyubby99 I'm writing it.

Warnings: my own personal Helluva universe, Valentino is his own warning, sexual harassment, E being... E.... fluff mostly.... Alastor probably being out of character.... yes ik demons can't have kids. Just let me dream, dammit!

Summary: After having Theo, aponi attempts to get her job with Valentino back.

Aponi walked through the club nervously, looking at the posters of all the more famous people Valentino had endorsed, her being one of them.

She was less of a stripper and more of a pop start, but she brought in money for Val so he allowed it.

However, since she had Theo, she had gained a but of weight. She managed to get rid of most of it, and she was hoping that Valentino wouldn't notice.....

Oh but he'd notice.... he always would.....

She knocked on the door of Valentino's dressing room where he had most of his meetings.

The door opened without warning and Aponi walked in.

"Ahhhhh, 'Poni~" the moth smirked as he looked her up and down. "How has motherhood been, butterfly?" He asked as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"It's been good..... I.... I came to ask you if..... if could have my job back?" Aponi spoke nervously, fiddling with her skirt.

Val raised an eyebrow.

"Of course~ as long as you lose more weight. You look..... chubby.... the merchandise of you we sell only tend to sell when you're skinnier," Val replied with a small glare.

"... Val, I just had a baby.... I've... been trying my hardest and i-"

"I'll tell ya what, angel wings~" Val started as he stood up from his seat, taking aponi's arm and walking out of his dressing room. "If you can put on a decent performance tonight, bring in as much cash as possible.... I'll give ya another shot.... if not.. well.... don't bother me again. Here, why don't you go try to con some of your fans~" he finished, nudging Aponi in front of all the fans who hadn't seen her in almost a year.

Angel spotted Aponi from across the room and made a mental note to keep an eye on her.

"H-hey, everyone! Long time!" Aponi smiled as she spotted Alastor in the back, knowing she'd be safe.

As aponi walked and signed autographs she stopped and took a breath. When she looked up, she saw a little imp girl who was clearly brought here by her father who wanted to meet some girls.

"Aponi! ¡Amo tu musica!" The little girl exclaimed.

"Ven aquí, cariño," Aponi replied.

The little girl happily scurried up to Aponi, handing her a little notebook and an orange sparkle pen.

"¡Cuando sea mayor quiero ser cantante como tú!" The little girl exclaimed with a large smile.

"puedes ser lo que quieras ser," Aponi replied with a smile before standing up, talking to the crowd. "Its so good to be back! Make sure you buy some drinks! It would help me out a whole lot-"

Aponi was cut off by someone in the audience booing.

"Your songs fucking suck! Always have, and always will!" Came the voice of E from behind everyone. She walked up threateningly. "You are nothing, but a weak little bug-" E growled as she backed Aponi up against the wall.

"Fuck off!" Angel shouted as he pointed a gun in her face.

"Still need the presence of a man ta save you Aponi?" E mocked.

Aponi's eyes widened as she stared off into nothing, her breathing becoming scarce as she remembered the day she died.

Angel looked back at aponi and frowned noticing how she grabbed at her choker..

"You'll NEVER-"

Angel used his gun to punch E in the face before turning to aponi and catching her before she collapsed.

"Hey, 'Pones, you okay?" He asked.

Before Aponi could respond Valentino showed up.

"Oh dear! Are you alright, angel wings?" He asked, hugging her tightly to him and groping her a bit.

"I-uh" aponi stuttered before she looked up to see Val's glare, his nails digging into her skin. "AHA UEP. YEP IM GOOD!" Aponi smiled, her eye twitching a bit.

"Good. Clean yaself up before your performance tonight. Get your shit together. " he stated with a smile before pulling her closer,, his voice lowering.. "get your shit together," he growled before he shoved her away into the darkness of backstage.

Angel walked up next to her.

"Was it E or Val who got to ya?" He asked. "Ya know... this shit is.. dumb... ya don't have to-"

"Yes I do, Ange... this job is important. Without it, im-....." Aponi trailed off. "Without it.. I lose everything...." she muttered.

"Val is a dick, Aponi. He's just using you because you're wonderful and kind and he's a trash fire," Angel replied.

"No- hes... not... he's just trying to get me to see my full potential! Trying to make me good enough!" Aponi stated.

"'Good enough'? For what? Youre-"

"Just leave me alone for a while," aponi interrupted before running to her dressing room.

........

Aponi slammed the door to her dressing room, letting her tears fall as she attempted to catch her breath which seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

She walked quickly to her vanity, sitting down and looking in the mirror.

"Okay Lilly. It's fine. You're fucking fine stop making this a big deal. You want this job, you gotta earn it," she stated through her tears. "Fuck! My makeup! Val's gonna kill me," she stated outlook as she frantically searched for her makeup.

When she found it she let out a sigh of relief and attempted to apply it.

"Fuck! Stop shaking!" She shouted at herself, which only made her cry more. "Fuck! Stopstopstop-" she repeated as she tried to steady herself.

"Darling, are you alright?" Came the voice of her husband,, Alastor.

"Why does everyone keep asking that? I'm fine!" Aponi shot back, a bit more harsh than she would've liked.

"Sweetheart~" Alastor smirked as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Aponi shoved him off. "I'm fine! It's fine! I just need a second!" She replied before attempting to put on he r makeup again with a shaky hand.

"Darling, you're shaking!" Alastor exclaimed as he took her hand away from her face.

"Al, I need to prove to Val that I can still do this. After a year, I just need some time to mentally prepare!" Aponi replied calmly as she walked around her dressing room.

"Lilly, come now. I'm attempting to communicate with you. You can force this on yourself, you-"

"Al, I need to do this. It could be my last chance to prove that.. I still CAN... that this isn't over.... that im... good enough.... for..... its.... it's not Valentino. Im.. Fine," Aponi explained as she looked at a poster of herself singing. "I... I just have to be better," she stated before wiping her ruined makeup and walking back to her vanity.

"Darling, why do you think so little of yourself? To think you have to be this perfect model of a pop star performer, but that is because Valentino constantly forces that onto you, and who knows what else he's forced onto you!" Alastor explained as he walked up to Aponi.

"Alastor.... everything I have is because of Valentino...." Aponi spike, her voice breaking. "I have this life, I have you.. I have Theo.... without Valentino.... I wouldn't.... I just-..... i.... I need to do this...." Aponi explained.

".. Lilly," Alastor started.

"I don't want to lose, because I feel that if I lose this.... I'll lose everything.... I'll lose you... I'll lose Theo...." Aponi muttered, hugging herself.

"Darling, how would you lose us?" Alastor asked, thinking her words we preposterous.

"You're with me because of who I am at my Best! I'm barely worthy of working with an overlord of hell because THIS-" she shouted, tearing off her choker, showing the mark across her neck, "IS WHO I AM!" she shouted, tears in her eyes.

Alastor's eyes widened at her outburst.

"Without this...." she stated, holding up her choker. "I'm just nothing," she muttered. "And Valentino made me into this..... I owe it, all of it.. to him," Aponi stated.

"Lillian.... Valentino hasn't done shit!" Alastor cursed.

Aponi turned to him in shock.

"Darling, you have ALWAYS been this. You would be this no matter what!" alastor exclaimed. "You are the most wonderful, awe inspiring demon I've ever known. And my only regret is not meeting you in life. I adore everything about you, my dear! Your passion, confidence, and kindness! You are everything to me," Alastor spoke as he pulled Paoni in for a hug.

Aponi giggled.

"Besides! You're a much better performer than Valentino will ever be!" Alastir finished before pulling away and wiping away Aponi's tears.

"Its... hard to trust that..... but.... I trust you.. and I love you so much, alastor," Aponi smiled as she pulled him back in for a hug.

"I love you too, my dear Lilly. I love you too," Alastir replied with a genuine smile.

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karkat or Dave playing animal crossing for the first time and getting really into it please!!!!

I interpreted this as davekat as it gave me more room to work with since I could have dialogue. It was a bit hard to expand on the prompt since there's no conflict but I did my best! I hope I made it cute enough to be interesting

“Okay, so how does this thing work?” Karkat asks as if they haven't had a Nintendo Switch for a whole year now.

Dave just shakes his head and gets up from the couch, once again showing him how to set it up. “How are you this bad with electronics?”

“Listen, last time I tried to do something more complicated than open a Google Chrome window I got a computer virus so bad it killed my crab dad. I think I'm allowed to just give up and accept that I shouldn't touch this shit.”

“Maybe you're right,” Dave says with a bit of a smile. “Okay, I got it hooked up. Ready?” He asks as he sits back down on the couch.

Karkat follows and sits next to him, grabbing his pair of controllers. “Ready!”

“Okay, so, Jade said this isn't immediately two player so I figured we'll take turns setting up our characters and stuff and then play it together?”

Karkat nods in agreement, so Dave starts up his profile first and opens up Animal Crossing for the first time. “This game better be worth the $50 plus tax or I'm making Jade pay us back.”

Karkat laughs a bit and playfully slaps Dave's arm, a gesture that Dave has gotten used to over the years. No more flinching now that he knows it's a safe affection. “Shut up, I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides, it's not like we can't afford it.”

Dave just shrugs and goes quiet as the game continues. He mumbles the dialogue and text aloud so that he's not skipping too fast or too slow for Karkat. Karkat gives a chuckle, which causes Dave to stop and look at him. “what?”

“Oh, I just like the little voices,” he says with another chuckle. Dave cracks a small smile and nods in agreement before continuing.

“pick your style…oh yes. The two genders; short hair or ponytail,” Dave chuckles.

“Hey they say style!” Karkat chuckles. “which will you choose?”

Dave lingers for a moment before just picking the short hair, non-pony tail one with a shrug and continues on. They debate on which island to pick before finally settling on the one with the River cutting the island straight through into 3 sections, and finally moving on.

“If you could only bring one thing…huh. What do you think, babe?” Dave asks.

Karkat thinks for a moment, “well, presumably there'd be something edible on the island. I'd say a lamp? Though I'd prefer aflashlight.”

“That makes sense but there'd be no electricity. Once the battery dies you're screwed if you can't make a fire.”

“You'd have to make a fire anyway to cook a lot of the food you'd be eating.”

“Ah but if you bring food you can buy yourself time until you can make weapons and figure out what's edible or not.”

“See, this is why I always say a survival guide based on the biome and general geographical location of the island.” *karkat says with a huff,* “why isn't that an option??”

Dave rolls his eyes and picks lamp, a small smile on his face, “because they don't have your brain, I guess.”

They move on and finally arrive on the island. Their first two villagers are Canberra and Raold. They rush through Tom Nook's dialogue a bit, Dave reading it out loud quickly. They're bored at first, too much exposition for their taste. Though, Karkat isn't complaining, and Dave knows that this is just how games work sometimes. It probably means there's very little non-skippable dialogue for the rest of the game.

“Finally.” Dave says as they are released into the wild to explore.”okay, we've gotta put up our tent. Where are we putting this bad boy, babe?”

“Uhhh probably pretty close to the plaza right? I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of walking back and forth.”

“Agreed. I'm sure there's a way to move it in the future.” Dave sets the tent right next to the plaza. They go back and Dave finishes the beginning missions while Karkat watches. Eventually, Karkat's Head is in Dave's lap, just quietly watching as Dave gets their island ready. It takes a bit but eventually Dave stops and looks down,* “Okay, ready to join?”

Karkat nods and sits up. They switch profiles so that Karkat can get his character ready.

“Okay, so should I just keep going or do we wanna switch back to your profile?” Karkat asks once his character is ready and his tent is placed.

Dave shrugs, “Nah. Go ahead and do some…uh….collecting? I was about to say mining,” he chuckled, “this isn't minecraft. Whatevering. I'll watch you for a while.

Karkat nods and just continues. Eventually Dave's head is on Karkat's lap, watching Karkat play. This continues for a couple of hours actually. Before long, almost everything that can be set up in just a day with no time travel is already set up. They switch profiles so that Dave can finish up some stuff that only he had permission to do (much to Karkat’s snarky disapproval).

“I'm not sure what else to do for right now." Dave says after about another hour of playing with Karkat's Head in his lap. His hand goes down to pet through Karkat's hair a little. "I feel like we should wait for all this stuff to open up y'know? Like the museum and stuff.”

Karkat nods, “I mean we could grind a bit and get a bunch of…what was it, bells? But I don't want to sell all the resources and find out we actually needed them. Oh, we could bug the villagers, though.

Dave smiles a bit and nods, going to talk to Raold first and then Canberra. They both smile.

“aw the villagers are kind of cute. Okay, okay, I see what Jade meant,” Karkat admits. “I really like this game. It's cozy and really relaxing.”

Dave nods in agreement, “this is fun. We should play tomorrow too.”

#fanfiction #davekat #oneshot #answered #homestuck #animal crosing new horizons

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Headcanons:

a/n: i can never spell that right (also i only did general + platonic headcanons for this one, romantic headcanons i felt like could be their own post)

General:

we already know this but: golden retriever in a human body

she eats the crust of the pizza first, then folds the rest like a sandwich

Considers plastic ware to be cutlery

she doesn’t use bed sheets, just a bunch of different blankets

owns 1000 million pillows

she sometimes forgets to sleep

caffeine addiction

amazing kitchen, terrible cook

One time Yelena almost had a heart attack when she dropped by Kate’s apartment and saw her scooping flour with a drinking glass.

“Kate Bishop, what are you doing?” “The recipe calls for a cup of floor!”

If she is really into something, she won’t stop till she’s mastered it (have you seen all of her trophies?)

She seems like she listens to voicemails

purple lover: will buy anything and everything that is purple

Clint: “Kate, you don’t need a baby cradle!” Kate: “but the lavender, the shades of violet, it’s calling to me” *proceeds to buy 12*

She can and will get distracted while firing her bow, causing many of her instructors (plus Clint) heart attacks while she shoots an arrow while trying to pet a puppy

Platonic:

Don’t tell Yelena I said this but Kate is peak bestie material

She will show up at your door with bags of your favorite foods at 3am if you had a bad day

She seems like the kind of person to have several life long friends but only a few very close friends she’s only known for a short while

prepare yourself for sleepovers

lots of sleepovers

who cares if you’re in your 20s, if Kate wants to put on My Little Pony pajamas and then give you a 45 minute slideshow presentation about why Matt Donovan should’ve been killed off in season two of TVD, that’s what you’re doing

She actually listens

If your friend group is hanging out and you’re really into a topic and are going on a tangent about it but you start to trail off because no one is paying attention to you, she’ll ask you questions about your rant and encourage you to finish

she remembers the small things, like if you mentioned you were allergic to a certain brand of mascara or if you don’t like melted cheese

Y/N: “god my eyes keep watering again” Kate: “Oh shit did you buy [brand]? You’re allergic remember?” Y/N: “…i told you that 3 years ago.” Kate: “your point?”

Yelena: *making mac n’ cheese* Y/N: *uncomfortable as the smell makes you nauseous* Kate: *noticing* “oh hey, Y/N, you can’t eat melted cheese right? I’ll see if I have any frozen pizza pockets left” Yelena: “oh good, i thought they looked disgusted because of the hot sauce”

If you get into a fight, and she’s the first one to apologize, then expect her to show up at your house while your out and set up a movie night with your comfort movies and favorite snacks

if you’re the first one to apologize, all you have to do is call her or show up at her door and she’ll immediately forgive you

Y/N: “damn it Kate, I had a whole speech planned. I was going to tell you all the ways I was wrong and you were right, it was very humble!” Kate: *squeezing the life out of you in a hug* “mmhm i bet it was. Now lets never fight again and go watch Brave”

If she ever breaks something of yours, or borrows clothes then rips it, she will buy you at least ten of the items

She is rich, let’s not forget, and will sometimes tip people $200 dollars when you’re out for coffee

you’ve seen her awkwardly comfort crying waitresses as they thank her profusely

Since her family business is a security company, you never get hacked. Ever. (Unless you’re late to a planned meet up and Kate wants to know where you are)

The first time you went out for boba together, Kate didn’t know about the tapioca pearls. Her first drink and immediately they were coming out of her nose by how surprised she was

yes of course you videoed it and sent it to Clint and Yelena

a/n: well that’s all i got for now! If you would like more, either with Kate or another character, feel free to send them in! (I have a Tony Stark list soon -maybe tonight even idk lets see how much homework i can procrastinate-) also, that melted cheese headcanon? That’s actually a problem i have

#kate bishop #kate bishop headcanons #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x reader #my writing #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x gn!reader #kate bishop x gender neutral reader

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stranger-rants · 9 months

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I wouldn’t say I respect antis per se… I would say that the show gives you a lot to work with but very little definitive information and therefore people can interpret things differently. And I respect people’s right to interpret the events of the show, the actual definitive things that happened and how characters chose to act and react, in different ways. Plus, we can all acknowledge the many, many flaws and inconsistencies of the show.

That being said… antis be out there super mega obsessed with taking Billy down.

It baffles me how latched onto him they are. Sometimes I see a new post pop up and it’s just someone, once again, grasping at literal actual straws just to reiterate how horrible awful heinous Billy was. One trick pony and all that, I guess. They could chose to be relatively ambivalent over a character they don’t love and adore, as clearly happens with most of the characters, but no, Billy gets more airtime in these people’s minds than the actual likes of Brenner. He’s literally just a kid, somehow equating him to being the worst villain on the show and assigning all of the wrongs in the world to this one single teenager is majorly off base.

I don’t know exactly where it all comes from, like if they feel like they themselves were bullied kids who got the brunt of it from classmates and jocks or if they’re just seriously buying into the whole jocks vs nerds narrative of the show. But they seems to forget that while they don’t have to forgive the real people that hurt them, coming after a fictional character like their lives depend on it probably doesn’t help them or solve anything. Not to mention the damage that can be caused by bringing this outside of online fandom spaces and into the lives of the actors.

They're either holier than thou individuals who think that saying and doing ignorant things or behaving in a violent manner at all ever makes you irredeemable and unforgivable, or they're traumatized people who want revenge instead of justice. Either way, it's not healthy and it's damaging to the real people trying to survive and/or thrive after abuse.

If there are people I've hurt who want to stay mad at me forever, that's fine. No one is owed forgiveness. However, I don't need to be forgiven nor judged by people I have not harmed. Neither does Billy, because he is no one's abuser in real life. He is a fictional character whose story reveals important things about people surviving abuse, even if that story is hard to watch.

He did not hurt anyone in real life because he is not real and the harm he caused within the narrative is not real. While it's normal to have a negative reaction to that harm because that's what stories are meant to do, just as it's normal to relate to his survival, it's not normal to then go around treating the people who relate to him like we're actively harming people by doing so, especially going so far as to treat us as subhuman for connecting with a part of the narrative they don't want to think about.

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scary-ivy · 11 months

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Elvis Costello and the Imposters at Golden Gate Theater, SF 6/13/23 Concert Notes

-we missed the beginning of Nick Lowe's set :( but we came in to Los Straightjackets doing a really good jam

-then Nick Lowe came back and did Trombone and Cruel to Be Kind. He really sang great tonight, better than last time I saw him and I loved his little stage mannerisms which were very Carl Perkins, bending his legs and such. Then he said one more song and this song is a story and did I Knew The Bride When She Used to Rock & Roll. During the "When she used to pony" part he kept repeating the same line over and over like a skipping record, and then yelled "somebody stop me!" which I thought was quite clever and funny. He also forgot a line at one point lol.

- On to the other show, they opened with Mystery Dance! A very high-energy version of it, with extra guitar solos or something idk it just sounded great tonight.

-Right into This Years Girl. Love that they did it, thought the way Elvis sings it now is quite strange. Must be a deliberate choice on his part since he can sing his old songs normally when he wants to. His voice was great on all the fast songs, it didn't feel at all like he was falling behind on them tonight, like it sometimes does nowadays.

-At some point Elvis randomly said "Uno Dos Tres Quatro" as like a count in to one of these songs.

-Hatty O' Hara Confidential. He yelled something like "who's scandalous tonight? People in the top row?!". This song always kills live, Elvis Costello has insane flow for no fucking good reason, even with alternate rhythm patterns. At one point he said "confidential" in a fake French accent randomly.

-At this point I was thinking even if the rest of the show sucks, this was worth it.

-Costello told one of his rambling stories. It started with "we were just up in Canada and the border guard, who was a young man, and I call him a young man…because I can, I was very polite to him because he had a colt gun onn his hip, but he read the papers and said "Eddie Costello". So we're thinking about changing the name, it's either going to be "Eddie Costello and His Imposters" *crowd cheers for this option* or "Elvis Money and His Two Tickets to Paradise". *Crowd cheers and calls out what option they want* I toured with Eddie Money and they put us together every through our styles were very different. To be hip with the kids, they made art for the poster where it looks like we're both wearing lipstick. And I'll say, Eddie Money looked a lot better in lipstick than me." (Sidenote I can't believe he said this. Much to unpack). During this whole speech he said fucking and fuck so many times. Then he said it was great that he and Eddie Money were on the same label as a bunch of other greats (I forget which ones he listed but Bruce Springsteen was one of them). The crowd cheered for name-dropping of bands they like. He said "you had to be careful as a young man buying records…you might accidentally pick up something by Rush…or Styx." The crowd started half booing for this dig. "I almost picked up Metal by Pink and His Floyds. The record store cleck said…don't get that one son…you might hurt yourself". He started talking about Bruce Springsteen and how he made America seem so magical with girls in red dresses wind in your hair, and how he picked up a Bruce Springsteen record in 73' and it inspired him to write this song.

-then almost midsentce he went into Radio Radio, like one second talking next second Radio Radio. Loved Steve Nieve's piano part, as usual.

-Elvis Costello said "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Steve Nieve!!!" about 6 gooddamn times during this concert. He introduced the rest of the band about 3 or 4 times. Steve Nieve deserved the extra introduction because they did so many songs as like a duo.

- When I was Cruel No. 2. Elvis sat on a stoll near the piano that has this little sound effect board kinda like the one Gerard Way has and Steve Nieve played the melodica? I did not know he could play that, it was awesome. During the ABBA reference part Steve played a minor key version of the dancing queen riff, it was very subtle and extremely cool.

-they were like a jam band tonight? Jamming on long solos in the middle of songs and it always sounded extremely good, like as good as the Beatles or Jimi Hendrix or something, I was just blown away. Elvis played a couple notes on the piano when Steve was soloing, lol.

- We are All Cowards Now hit insanely hard. The political message came through so clearly it sounded like a prayer, no a plea for peace. When he said "throw down your arms" and held his hands up everyone held their hands up.

- "Anyone here like New Wave music? I hate it, horrible speed-up stuff. I was once accused of playing it, and that wounded me deeply, the type of sadness that comes to you when you wake up at 3 am in the morning, and you can't find your car keys but then you find them, but you don't have a car, and then you find your house keys but you don't have a house". Mistook Me For A Freind, which has such a great high energy live sounds like it could be off this years model.

-Accidents Will Happen, fully as the solo piano version, except for at the very end with the "I knows" we were encouraged to sing along with. What a lovely treat to hear it fully as a ballad.

- Waiting For The End of the world, which rules, but also Elvis did a funny thing were he just said "Waiting" and then cut it off and paused the first time, before after a pause finally getting to the "Good Lawd!" part, like continuously teasing the audice each time as people sang the normal line. The rest of the song simmered down along with the pause, increasing the impact of this bit.

- "Clown Around Town" wound up being a very cute acoustic song. He explained the story that he was looking out at the sunrise in Reno and all they had for scenery was a miserable looking clown statue holding up a drum. He said they should put that on postcards for the town, and then said actually it's a very nice town nice people it's not their fault they left an old clown out in the rain. Then did the song on acoustic guitar, except for the end the band joined in. Loved it, just a cute little song, which was refreshing considering what the rest of the music is like.

- MASHUP OF WELCOME TO THE WORKING WEEK AND WORKING MAN BLUES. Man can they do country, switching styles so easily , and I was so happy to hear one of my favorite songs and a clever mashup too.

-WHAT IF I CAN'T GIVE YOU ANYTHING BUT LOVE! I WAS WORRED THEY WEREN'T GOING TO DO IT. I'm literally in heaven during the solos during this song. Idk what it is but it's just so so good and satisfying to hear. Elvis hit falsetto on end of the second bridge, which was unexpected.

-he sat down in a big red chair, said "a throne fit for a king", random said "I'm colorblind" and didn't elaborate. Panted audibly into the mic an alarming amount, like I was genuinely concerned, then said "I'm not sitting down because I'm tired, it's so that I can look into your wicked souls"

-Said he got the news that he had been dreading but also expecting for a while, that his friend Burt Bacharach had passed away. The crowd audibly :( at this, I guess some of them didn't know and were just now finding out? He said he got the news at while on tour and it was hard to think of doing a show right after that. He said they were working on the remastered collaboration album right before Burt passed away, as something he left them, and Burt still said the track order was wrong. Apparently they worked on and off together for like 30 years? Since the 90s. He then said Burt Bacharach songs were like overhearing a couple talking in some sexy language like Portuguese or French, joked about doing a song in German and how long the bars would have to be to fit in the words, and then said he only learned about two words in Portuguese and they're both in this song, which was Toledo. As like a piano and acoustic guitar piece, lovely.

-He then said they were always doing new takes on old songs because they were trying to find some reason to keep doing this, but the end was near. The way he said that I wasn't sure if he meant the end of touring, the end of his life, or the end of the world. He said it so bitterly.

-Everyday I Write The Book as a slow acoustic guitar and piano ballad. Fucking beautiful, and genuinely so sad and heartbreaking to hear idk why it worked so well.

-Immediately up into a fast song, I forget which one.

-Costello had a couple long guitar solo moments, and they were awesome, he's genuinely gotten so much better on guitar, lots of picking individual strings while holding the same chord and bending it a lot. Simple but effective.

-I Don't Want To Go to Chelsea, Magnificent Hurt, and Pump It Up, lovely high energy section. Dancing in the seats.

- "we've got just one more song for you tonight" this was a lie.

- said "we just learned this song today, I'm getting a bit excited" and did some song about Licorice, which I think is either a cover or new. Very bawdy song, but it was fun.

-to the audience: "We want you individually, and as a group" ???

-I Don't Want You Lyndon Johnson was very interesting. Last year Elvis Costello did a little spoken word bit in the middle of Watching the Detectives called "Invisible Woman" and I noticed parts of the words of that in this. Also just found it pretty funny and listenable, I hope he does another country album I'm liking all these acoustic little songs.

- He invited Nick Lowe back up to the stage?!? I literally freaked out like. I was hoping they would do this last time. They did Indoor Fireworks as a duet, trading off verses, which was beautiful. I was surprised by how good their harmonies sounded - their voices are so different but work so well together. I saw Nick signaling to Elvis to repeat the last verse another time.

-for the second time we were told that there was just one more song, which once again was a lie.

-Whats So Funny Bout (Peace Love and Understanding) as a duet! I've wanted this since they first started touring with Nick Lowe, this rules. Lowe did the "for the children of the new generation" spoken word part perfectly. They started doing this funny little thing where Elvis would move his guitar to one position then Nick would mirror it, like a little dance

- "When we first did this song Nick Lowe wouldn't let me play guitar on it he kept me behind a glass wall in the corner of the studio."

-Allison as a duet with Nick Lowe, it was beautiful with the harmonies, with Lowe doing great on his verse. During the last chords they dropped out and let the audience sing it, and the audience somehow sang Allison perfectly, one of them said "so pretty".

-giving Good Omens vibes with all the songs about the end of the world and especially with Nick in white with normal glasses and Elvis in all black with dark glasses.

-My mom said "this felt like a farewell tour" and that broke my heart because it honestly did. I've literally seen Elvis Costello and the Imposters every year for three years in a row and yet I don't want this to end. But yeah,they could definitely take a break, they tour and release new stuff so much more often than any other band I follow.

- Probably one of, if not the best Elvis Costello and the Imposters concerts I've been to because it was great energy the whole time, and I knew every song (except for the new ones, which were also great). Highlights for me was getting to hear so many songs off of My Aim Is True, This Years Girl, What If I Can't Give You Anything But Love, WELCOME TO THE WORKING WEEK, Accidents Will Happen Ballad version, Everyday I Write The Book ballad version, and Nick Lowe coming back on stage near the end which was like a dream come true.

#long #long post #Sorry this is so rambling I literally couldn't sleep all night #Elvis Costello and the Imposters #Nick Lowe and Los Straightjackets #Elvis Costello

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better--oblivions · 2 years

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I GOTTA GIVE IT TO YOU (You Give Me Problems)

You've been friends with Eddie for a while now, and you've made your mind up to do something about it. You were willing to play nice, too, but then Eddie leaves you hanging too long after a Hellfire session. You have no choice but to make your displeasure known - and your pleasure felt.

18+ only, porn with exceedingly minimal plot, sub!Eddie MunsonxReader, 4.5k words(ish) Huge shout-out to @eravanaaaah for this stunninggggg header and for listening to me ramble before I actually wrote this. I owe you my life. Check out this song for vibes.

October, 1985

You know it’s impractical. You were aiming for an outfit that proclaimed Debbie Harry cool-girl chic, but Midwestern winters make no allowances for fashion. So now you’re forced to wrap your arms across your chest, hands stuck gracelessly under your armpits. You stamp the ground like an irritated pony, and then kick the van wheel for good measure. Eddie promised he’d be done with D&D by nine. It’s quarter past. Ordinarily, you’d cut your losses and go home. You never wait for a boy for more than fifteen minutes. But you’ve gone to the effort tonight, crimped your hair and sacrificed warmth for a short dress better suited to summer, torn tights and military boots.

You could always skip out on Eddie. You could try your luck with a fake ID, go to a bar and let someone’s older brother buy you a beer. That’s what you were doing the first time you heard Corroded Coffin play, the wailing guitars and insistent drum spurring you on long after the amps had been packed away. Then, Eddie had the frontman glow that made him seem just on the border of unobtainable. It was that challenge which made you seek him out and tell him that, despite being the opener, his band was your favourite. Your forthright nature had collided head-on with his cocky attitude, and you left halfway through the next band’s set after Eddie called you a groupie. Alright, so it was a weird beginning to a friendship. And you’re about to make things a whole lot weirder, just as soon as Eddie meets you at his van, like he promised.

“Shit, dude, I am so sorry!”

Eddie even makes a show of jogging over to you, ducking his head as he reaches the van. Your eyebrow arches, mouth turned down in an expression of severe displeasure.

“How sorry?”

“Uh, double pepperoni pizza sorry? Large, with jalapeños.”

Even the mention of your pizza order, and the implied promise of free food, doesn’t change the fact you can’t feel your own nose right now. You sniff, as if to make this point. “Your treachery goes beyond pizza, Munson. Way, way beyond.”

“Aw, come on, don’t bitch me out, I swear it’s not my fault.”

“If this excuse includes the words paladin, nat 20, or dice, I will kill you here and now.”

Eddie has the decency to look apologetic, at least, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck and shrugging at you. There’s a pause, where you’re looking at him while he looks at the space by your shoulder, and you wonder how long you can keep up torturing him. But the wind sends leaves skittering over the ground like animals, and your skirt flutters against your legs. You take a presumptive step towards the passenger side of the van, and look back at Eddie over your shoulder.

“The pizza place closes in, like, twenty minutes. You better put your foot to the metal if you’re planning on getting me my apology.”

Back at Eddie’s trailer, you sit on the couch with your legs stretched out. It’s largely a tactical decision, because the dress you’re wearing turned out to be more of a standing up outfit than a sitting down one, and you’re conscious of the way it rides up your thighs. The fiery bravado with which you’d tugged on torn tights and summer dress earlier in the evening has now spluttered into more of a kindling of defiance, and even that is growing dim. Eddie kicks the door shut behind him, arms full of pizza and bottles of coke and a tub of ice-cream.

“Y’know, I’m not sure that being twenty minutes late is worth this much food,” he calls out as he tries to slide the load onto the already crowded counter.

“You’re right,” you’re leaning your neck back against the couch, so roll your head slightly to the side to make sure he’s in your view when you open your eyes. “It’s definitely deserving of greater penance.”

“Get off my ass, already!” The famous Munson temper rears its head, Eddie’s voice rising as he grips the counter. The sudden change in volume makes you jump, your limbs jerking like a puppet after its strings are cut. It’s embarrassing, and worse, it makes Eddie slump forward on his arms with a hang-dog expression.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m such an asshole.” He tugs his hand through his hair, and you grit your teeth. This is part of your friendship; there’s the shared music taste and the in-jokes and the stupid nicknames, but then there’s the moodswings, the arguments. You wish, sometimes, that there wasn’t. But the truth is that you’re friends with each other because nobody else in this dumb little town is as impulsive, as excited, as interesting. So what if you’re both motormouths who get on each other’s nerves? At least you understand that about each other, which is more than you can say for everyone else in Hawkins.

“Me too. Alright, so we’re assholes together. Cancels out, right? It’s, uh, algebra. Or chemistry.” You stand from the couch and make your way to the counter. Eddie’s still half bent over the pizza boxes, and you bump into him with your shoulder. “If I find one of your hairs in my pizza, I’ll give you a buzz cut. Again.”

He tries to form a smile. You watch as he does his best to pull himself back into place, to be the court jester and not the sad boy. You both hate raised voices; it reminds you of fuck-up fathers and short-tempered lovers. Of course, that doesn’t stop either of you from resorting to yelling. You rest your palm against his forearm, knowing that beneath his leather jacket the muscles will be coiled tight.

“Hey, come on. Stop being a sad sack of shit and pick a movie. I had to flirt with Steve Harrington to get him to rent me three tapes at once. They’re like goddamn Kommandants at Family Video, I swear to God.”

Eddie seems as tense as a strung bow, holding himself still for a moment longer before relenting. He doesn’t shrug off your touch, but you release him anyway, so he can check out the VHS tapes you’ve been lugging around in your bag all evening.

“Sure, what’s the selection tonight?”

“For your pleasure and delectation, Master Munson -” you suck in a breath as his eyes flick over you. It’s only after you start tugging at your skirt that you feel like an idiot, and then revert to smoothing it down with your palms. “We have your first contender: a film straight from London, starring Timothy Dalton and Twiggy. It’s got Victorian British people, it’s got grave robbing, it’s got a perfectly acceptable run-time of one hour and thirty-three minutes.”

“Alright, alright. Grave-robbing Brits. What else?”

“If Burke and Hare don’t tickle your fancy, we’ve got - actually great question, what have we got?” You cross the space between the kitchen and the living room and drop to your knees, pulling the second video out of your bag and flipping it so you can read the back. “Charley Brewster is a normal, average teenager living with his divorced mother in the suburbs. One evening, Charley looks out his window and sees his new neighbors moving in the next door who appear to be carrying what looks like a coffin.” You look up from the synopsis on the back of the tape, waiting for Eddie’s reaction.

“Vampires, classic. Okay. And the final option?”

You set aside the Fright Night video and reach into your bag for the last of your picks, holding it up for Eddie to see. “Xtro.”

“Xtro.” He repeats.

“Yes?”

“The same Xtro we watched three weeks ago and which you got so stoned during that you fell asleep and left me to sit through alone?”

You glance between Eddie and the tape in your hand. “Huh. No wonder it looked familiar.”

“Christ sake, sugar, this whole movie thing was meant to improve your taste, not pollute mine with campy horror and shitty sci-fi.”

“You like sci-fi!” Indignation forces your voice up an octave, and you gesture with the video to emphasise your point.

“I like good sci-fi, not this shit!”

You’re back to bickering over the merits of your choices, which means that Eddie is back to normal and your evening is back on track. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Eddie will interpret it as part of your current debate, and relax into the familiar routine.

You’re halfway through Fright Night, (“A compromise,” Eddie said, somehow still attractive despite sneering at the video), when you notice it. The majority of the plot has escaped you, because Eddie skinned up a joint during the opening credits and you demanded he share. Blanketed in the soft, cozy high, with pizza boxes abandoned in front of you and the smell of Eddie’s cologne seeping into your thoughts, while his arm rests casually over the back of the sofa, you’re aware that right now you’re almost painfully close to his warm skin. You lean against him, your full weight, allowing your eyes to shut for a moment. Before he can complain at being left to watch a movie alone, you force yourself upright and grab the remote to press pause.

“Hey, what’re you doing? You kidding me?” Even the sound of his irritation doesn’t phase you.

“You don’t even like this movie, shut up.” And then, because you can feel him building up to a rant about how you smoke too much and get too high, you carry on. “You know something, Eddie? You’re cute. How come we’ve been friends for so long and you never made a move on me?” Your hands trail over his chest as you pull back to look at him. He’s sitting very, very still.

“Sugar, you’re high-”

“I said, shut up.” You tug on his hair to emphasise your point, because so what if you’re high? So is he.

“You asked me a question.”

“You got an answer?” You watch as he bites his lip, your focus entirely on his mouth as heat slowly grows between your legs. This is the real reason you dressed like Debbie Harry tonight, and the reason you waited for him to finish his D&D session, and the reason you couldn’t finish the pizza you ordered. Because you promised yourself that tonight, you’d tell Eddie how you felt. You just needed a little green courage beforehand.

“Because we’re friends. I’m not just trying to get into your pants. Gimme some credit, I can be friends with girls without trying to score.”

“What if a girl was trying to score with you?”

Eddie meets your gaze, and you’re delighted by the pink blush spreading across his features. You watch as his gaze dips down to your mouth and back up to your eyes, a smile slowly pulling at your lips.

“Are you?” His voice is all uncertainty; raspy and whispered. It doesn’t matter if his pupils are blown wide from the weed or the moment, because he looks so fucking pretty. It’s this thought that orchestrates your next move, along with the haze cloaking your brain in warmth, and the fact that you’ve been imagining variations of this since you met Eddie. You slide into his lap, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Through the thin fabric of his Hellfire tee, you can feel the muscles roll under his skin as his hands cover your waist.

“Okay, this is happening,” he mumbles it to himself, and you feel your smile growing. At this angle, he’s forced to look up at you for once, and you enjoy the sight. You enjoy it so much that you can feel your arousal growing already, half of your consciousness pulled down towards the slick sensation between your legs.

“Okay?”

He’s worrying at his lip again, and you reach out, swiping your thumb over his lower lip and stopping him before he makes it bleed. With the pad of your thumb pressed up against his mouth, you can feel the shaky breath he releases before he nods.

“Good.” Before, with boyfriends, you accepted their disjointed fumbles. You’d lie on your back and stare at their popcorn ceiling while they pressed insistently at the flesh of your thigh, sticking their tongue into your mouth. Here, perched in Eddie’s lap with his lips slowly parting around your thumb, you feel a prickle climb up your spine which is utterly new and which wipes clean any lingering doubt from your mind.

When you lean down and replace your thumb with your mouth, you feel Eddie press up against you. His hands grip the divot of your waist, his chin tilted up to get the best angle. You can feel him adjusting how he’s sitting beneath you, and you tense your legs against him. Kissing Eddie is like everything you imagined it would be, right down to the way you tuck his hair behind his ears and tangle your fingers in the curls by the nape of his neck. A noise catches in his throat, and you pull back from the kiss. You hadn’t really planned past the point where you got your lips on his, impulsive as ever, but now he reaches up and pulls you down to deepen the kiss again. His tongue flicks behind your teeth and you imagine it over the shell of your ear, your neck, between your breasts and lower still. It makes you grind down against him, the fabric of his jeans rough against your tights. In response, he matches your rhythm. He groans into your open mouth and you smile around the sound, finally pulling away.

He breathes out your name, reaching up to caress your cheek, but you grab his hand and tangle your fingers together, forcing him to lower his arm. He tilts his head, and you squeeze your thighs against him.

“I didn’t figure this was how you liked to do it.”

“And?”

“And, fuck.” He stops himself, eyes fluttering shut while you rock against the hard length under his jeans.

“We could.”

You’re not sure whose idea it was, but you’re glad to lose your tights. Eddie is still beneath you, lying on the floor of the trailer’s living room while you straddle him. He presses his lips to the inside of your thigh, and you feel yourself pulsing in answer. Even though his face is obscured by the skirt of your dress, you can picture the self-satisfied look on his face and it makes you buck your hips in anticipation. That, and the fact you can feel his hot breath creeping up towards your panties. His hands cradle your ass as you try to slide your knees apart, eager to feel his mouth on you. When it finally comes, you feel him pressing open-mouthed, desperate kisses through the material of your underwear.

“So goddamn wet,” he mumbles against you, and you know he’s pleased. You could reach back and palm him through his jeans, but you don’t want to. This is your victory, and you’re claiming it. You’re going to claim it all night long. This isn’t like kissing Eddie, which was exactly as you planned and as delicious as you envisioned. This is off-script, this is hedonistic, this is all warm fire in your veins and ice sliding down your spine. You don’t care that you’re squirming on Eddie’s face on the floor of his uncle’s trailer, you don’t mind the half-formed noises that are escaping your mouth.

In fact, you’re pretty sure Eddie is enjoying the moans tumbling past your lips. Because he swirls his tongue over your clit, through your underwear, and then laps against you with flat, broad strokes. Each time he flicks past your clit, it sends another jolt of pleasure through your body, and you tangle your hands into his hair to keep him in place as you circle your hips. When he pulls away, the cold air mingles with the wetness and makes you shiver. He flips up your skirt, peering up at you to ask for permission as his hands play with the waistband of your panties. In a wordless reply, you pull your dress over your head.

“Fuck, no bra? Slut.”

“Bold words from the man with his face in my cunt,” you parry.

“Technically, my face is in your panties, sugar. But your wish is my command.”

“Then take them off.” You look down at him while he quirks an eyebrow, his quick, calloused fingers tugging at the waistband. “With your teeth,” you clarify.

There’s a pause where you think he might not, but then he wiggles his shoulders and returns his hands to your ass to get the angle right. The nip of his teeth against your skin as he gains purchase against the flimsy fabric sends another surge of arousal through you. You take over yourself, pulling them off and shoving them away before pushing him back down.

“More.”

Without the barrier between his tongue and your skin, the sensations are greater. Each time he presses against your clit, you shudder. He looks devoted, staring up at you as you move against his mouth, his rhythm switching up at the perfect moment to urge you onward. First, he’s slow, kissing your clit and delicately flicking his tongue to taste inside, but he picks up the pace and coaxes you onwards with insistence. There’s a pressure growing at the base of your skull, your thoughts completely blank, all your focus centring on the warmth of his mouth against you. The movement of your hips becomes erratic, and you’re worried about hurting him but not enough to stop. As if reading your mind, he grips you with firm hands and pulls you down into his touch, the press of his tongue tipping you into climax. When you cum, it’s like stars burst behind your vision. He doesn’t stop as your hips slow, but he matches your rhythm as you climb down from the blank slate of pleasure he brought you to. The sight of him, with wetness and spit smeared over his mouth and chin, his eyes impossibly dark, makes you throb.

By the time you actually make it to his bedroom, he’s finally shed his clothes and you’re aching to feel him inside you. Naked and sweaty despite the growing chill in the trailer, he pulls you towards him.

“We don’t have to - like, I can spend the rest of the night with you riding my face and I’ll be fucking grateful. If you’d prefer.”

You trail your nails against his skin, over his erect nipples and down towards his cock. You follow the trail of hair, watching as he twitches in anticipation. You pause for just a second before you take him in your hand, tightening your grip and swiping your thumb over the head of his cock. He hisses, eyes narrowing.

“I’d prefer you inside me.”

The bones in your hand jump as he twitches again, but he makes no move towards the bed. You meet his gaze and realise, with shock and pleasure, that he’s waiting for you to order him. You’ve dated boys who liked it the other way; they’d tell you to get on your knees, or to open wide, thrusting into you with haphazard, selfish strokes. You never considered turning the tables so completely. But why not? You started this, after all, and Eddie’s been happy enough to follow your lead. Is it really such a shock that he’s bending to your will now? A smile grows on your mouth and you release him from your grip, only to push him roughly to the mattress.

“You’re going to lie down, and I’m gonna ride you,” you inform him.

“Please.” You’re not sure if he meant it to come out like a whine, but it does and you like it.

“But first I want to watch you.” You stand in his room, in a halo of trailer park lights seeping through the blinds, and it would be surreal if not for the very real sound of his mattress creaking as he angles himself. He’s pressed up against the wall, one hand loosely around his cock, his eyes still on you.

“You think about me?”

He nods.

“You think about doing this with me?”

He nods again.

“Say it.”

“I think about doing this with you.”

“Good. Show me what you do when you think about doing this with me.”

He starts slow, his eyes still on you as he strokes up and down the length of his shaft. He angles his hips upwards, the sheen of sweat over his skin making him look like something otherworldly. The low light accentuates the shadows of his jaw, his nose, the space where his hips stand out sharp against the flat plains of his body. The dark mound of hair that spreads out over his thighs and across his torso are in sharp contrast with his pale skin and the freckles you know are littered across his arms and shoulders. As he speeds up, his whines become open-mouthed, breathy moans. You want to hear that sound in your ear. You want him under you, inside you, you want to crowd his senses and hear him sighing out your name. The sound of his arousal goes straight to your core, and you lose patience.

“Put a condom on.”

“Huh?”

“Condom. Now.”

He scrambles for the bedside table, pulling out a condom and sliding it over his cock as you finally approach the bed. It’s not just the sight and sound of him; it’s the knowledge that he’s thought about this too. He’s imagined you, and you’ve imagined him imagining you. Distantly, you’re aware of the desire to know how many times, how often, what exactly he pictures when he touches himself. But those are questions for later. Right now, he’s waiting for you to ride him.

When you slide down on him, he chokes out a curse that you can’t make out. It’s half swallowed as he fists the bedsheets., his brow furrowing. You stroke his cheek, slowly adjusting to the feeling of him. He’s stretching you out in the most sublime way, you can feel him pressing into you and you know he’s doing his best to hold back from moving while you settle against his length.

“You’re so good, Eddie,” you croon at him and he looks at you with hopeful, agonised eyes. “So good. You’re perfect.”

“Yeah?” He breathes the question out as you tilt forward, pressing a hungry kiss to his mouth. You can still taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and you want to lick every last part from him. You fantasise that you can taste his eagerness, his pleasure, mixed with the physical proof of your own. As you do, you start to rock against him. It’s like when you made out on the coach but now you can feel the velvety heat of his cock inside you, his skin pressing against yours. His hands are on your shoulders as you writhe on top of him, experimenting to find the best rhythm. As you slot against each other, he bends his knees and grants you better access. The angle is transcendent, and you move now with certainty. He follows your lead, copying your rhythm as you pull pleasure with every movement of your hips. You don’t care about the animal sounds coming out of your mouth, but you’re getting close to the edge with the noises Eddie makes. He sighs and groans, muttering half-words and curses.

“Let me hear you.”

He increases the volume, his moans deep and panting. You tighten your muscles in response, and it urges him on, louder. Every time his breath catches and he shudders against you, you echo him with your own encouraging sounds. The way he smiles is charming, even now while he’s trying not to cum and swallowing down his own gasps. You grip his chin in your hand, kissing him hard enough to bruise as your hips slam together. And then you trail kisses and bites past his mouth and to his jaw, down the column of his neck and onto the skin of his shoulder. The hickey that you leave is a raw, royal purple, and you clench at the sight of it when you pull away.

“I’m gonna cum,” Eddie sounds hoarse as he says it, and you slow your pace slightly. “Please don’t stop, fuck, goddamn, please.”

“Cum for me, Eddie.” There’s a hallucinatory edge to the pleasure that’s been building, and you know that you’re close too. “I want you to cum for me and I want to hear you say it’s for me. Say it. Say it for me.”

“I’m cumming for you,” Eddie stutters out between gritted teeth as his hips jacknife upwards. You press back down against him, losing yourself into the depth of the feeling as you both chase your climaxes. When he comes, he makes a strangled noise that urges you towards your peak. You yelp as it cuts through you, hot and cold and fierce and shaking as your muscles tighten and relax in rapid succession. Eddie holds you as you shudder out the end of your orgasm, peppering your slick skin with delicate kisses.

Afterwards, you’re lying in a tangle of limbs and bemoaning the cold pizza you left on the other side of the trailer.

“There’s no pleasing you,” Eddie groans, dragging a hand over his face.

“That’s not true. I was very, very happy just now.” You say it because it’s true, and also to watch the pink glow climb from Eddie’s chest to the tips of his ears.

“Yeah, well. That’s what happens when you’re in charge, I guess.” He flips onto his side, one calloused finger mapping the freckles and scars and stretch marks over your skin. “You know, I always knew you were fuckin’ bossy, but I never thought you’d be like it in the sack. I should’ve known. You’re a straight-up ball buster.”

“And you liked it, so what does that say about you, bitch boy?”

“That I’m your bitch boy?”

You’re not sure how he makes it a question, or how he can call himself a bitch while looking devilishly delighted at the prospect. But you dig your nails into his muscular arm and pull him closer, claiming his mouth with yours while he hovers over you.

“That’s fuckin’ right,” you grin. “You’re mine.”

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