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edit: okay while you’re here look at my beautiful wife

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Guilty as sin (chapter 3)

Paring : Joel!dbf x reader x Tommy

Summery : things heat up. Your elationship with Tommy develops.. months go by.. things change.. things get.. well complicated..

Tags : bathroom sex , public sex (kind of) , p in v , rough sex, choking , dirty talk. Daddy kink (sorry it was fitting for this part ) fingering , slight possessiveness , sort of infidelity, pet names, probably way more but I'm drunk editing this ) just smut okay.

(Hiiii sorry it took a minute to post! If there are mistakes I apologize did this drunk: hungover and in a hurry.)🫶🏼

Songs for this chapter :

Worst way : Riley green

You belong to somebody else : Noah Cyrus

I lied : lord Huron

And of course song of the whole fic : guilty as sin : Taylor swift.

•

IYou haven't moved since Joel said those things. You stand there watching everyone, Joel and your dad playing cornhole with Randy, Sheila and dolly gossiping, Sarah and Tommy attempting to put together this sprinkler. You look back and forth between the two men. Each wonderful humans. You're sinking back to that place you were a few days ago but you can't.. You have a good thing going with Tommy it's fair to you and him to see it out. Then you wonder, why does Joel think that.. does he think he's the man for you..

You walk over to where Tommy is, he's fumbling with the plastic, Sarah giving him directions.

"Ya know you and dad build stuff for a living you would think you would be able to put this together. " she laughs as Tommy can't get the plastic to snap.

"Give me that." You take it out of his hands snapping it together no problem.

"I swear you are magic, I was doing that I don't know-" Tommy shakes his head as you and Sarah laugh at him.

"No you weren't you were manhandling it." You give him a playful push.

You didn't seem to mind when I manhandled you. " That cheeky ass grin on his face. Your jaw drops looking back at him as Sarah just looks back and forth between you and Tommy

"Shit. I said that outloud. Sarah.. uh.. " Tommy figets nervously

"It's fine... weird.. kind of.. but fine I kinda already knew." Sarah shrugs.

"Hey Sarah... wanna come with me to find liquor.? " you pull her by the hand.

You reach the kitchen, opening the cabinet finding your tequila you pour two shots.

"Here you're gonna need this..." you hand her a shot glass.

"So what the hell is happening, you left. You come back and Tommy?" Sarah's brows raise in curiosity.

"Yeah.. Tommy.." you throw a shot back pouring another. "To be honest Sarah I'm just going with whatever life throws at me.. shit at my moms was bad really bad. And then just whatever the fuck I was doing." You stand there leaning against the counter.

"Yeah I heard dad talking about it.. I also heard him grumble about Tommy going. even though he's the one that told him where your mom lives." She looks at you analyzing you for answers on that.

"Yeah.. I don't think I can talk to you about Joel.. it's still too weird..and to be honest I haven't really spoke to him."

"But my uncle isn't weird? She laughs

"Actually no.. not really." You catch yourself smiling .

"Hmmm ya know.. I kinda like it. He needs to settle down. That man is crazy."

You laugh "yeah that's what makes him Tommy though. "

"Manhandle?" Sarah cackles

"STOP. I can't breathe." You laugh uncontrollably and it felt good. You have been so caught up with everything you have missed being just a girl.

You heard the back door open as Tommy walks in. You both look at him cracking up again.

"Wow it's not polite to laugh at people." He taunts playfully.

"What are you gonna do manhandle us."

Sarah throws her hands up acting scared.

"Oh Tommy please manhandle me..." you say in a mocking voice, as he comes over to the kitchen island where you and Sarah were.

"I'm not gonna say anything you guys will just twist my words and use it against me ." Tommy chuckles.

You slide a shot over to him your eye glistening looking at him, tight jeans big belt buckle now just in that damn tank top.

You pour two more, handing one to Sarah.

"Hey now.. Sarah.. Your dad isn't-"

You cut Tommy off "don't be a party pooper. Or I'm gonna manhandle you out of this kitchen." Sarah laughs

"Maam don't threaten me with a good time. I might like that." He gives you a wink making you have butterflies.

"I know you would now shut up and take the shot."

He listens. You three cheers and shoot them back.

"Okay let's go play in this sprinkler." Sarah says.

You get up heads towards the door Sarah already outside. Before you walk out Tommy pulls you back.

"Come here" his arms wrap around you as his eyes trail down your body. You know that look.

You had this wild idea. Grabbing the tequila bottle.

"Shot?" You ask

"Why not." He smiles.

"Open your mouth." You tell him.

He just looks at you curious.

You take a big swig of the tequila then spitting it into Tommy's mouth.

"Christ woman. That was-"

You push him down the hall way into the bathroom.

"Baby.. baby what about the sprinkler."

You laugh knowing the next thing that comes out of your mouth is gonna send him over the edge "why don't you play in my sprinkler instead."

"Swear to god you are gonna be the death of me.. but at least I'll die a happy man."

Tommy chuckles.

You lock the door, immediately your mouth was on his. You didn't know what took over you but you needed him. Even if it just was a hot heavy make out session. You were in charge, your tongue sliding into his mouth, taking up every space possible, your lips sliding off to suck on his bottom lip before giving it a bite, Tommy groans as he slides his hands around your ass with a firm grip picking you up planting you on the sink.

"I want you to fuck me here." You pant as you fumble with his belt.

Tommy's pupils blown wide. "Here?" He questioned.

"Did I fucking stutter Tommy miller."

You unzip his jeans.

He lets out a growl before pulling off your shorts leaving your panties on trying to be quick. He pulls his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring out , which no surprise at all he was hard. Rock hard.

"Hmm would ya look at that." Your voice smug as you wrap your hand around his cock pre cum leaking at the tip. Tommy wraps his arms around your legs gently lifting you to a better angle. He lines himself up before fully sinking all the way in.

"Fuck woman you're already squeezin me."

Tommy's thrusts deep making you whine a little louder than you should. He lifts his hand to cover your mouth and then it hit you like Deja vu. Your brain went from Tommy to Joel to back to Tommy in the matter of seconds.

His pace was frantic you only had so long until it became suspicious.

Each thrust deep his tip kissing your cervix, your back slamming against the wall. His hand still covering your mouth, as his gaze never leaves your eyes.

"I'm moving my hand... be a good girl for me?" His smooth as silk drawl coming out low and sexy.

You nod.

His hand moves from your mouth to your throat. Gentle grip on it right amount of pressure.

"Harder." You whisper. "Please"

Tommy's eyes darken as his grip tightens a little moan slipping from your mouth as he thrusts hard as he could going deep as possible, he repeated this over and over your eyes roll back as your core burns and your climax builds.

"God you look so pretty with my hand around your throat and my cock burried in you.. Christ -" Tommy groans.

"Yeah.. tell me more.." you whimper as Tommy moves his hand down his thumb now circling your clit.

"I love how needy, how you take this cock like a good girl, how your gonna milk me dry, how I want to fuck you every minute of the day..."

You squirm under him. Your body shaking.

"Fuck Tommy. So close- I."

He kisses your jaw. "Yes baby I love those noises I love yo- fuck"

Your eyes glimmer. Your orgasm taking over. Your whole body shaking. You cup his face as he slides in and out riding through your high.

"You love me?" You smirk. "Was that what you were going to say? You know it's bad to tell a woman that while fucking her."

He laughs "would it be bad to say.." he thrusts deep.. "that." He thrusts again. "Fuck I'm - im gonna cum."

You hold his face kissing his lips as he unravels inside of you.

Tommy lets out a deep groan followed by a deep breath his forehead to yours. He takes your chin lifting it up to look at him.

"Can I say it now?" He smirks that god damn smirk that makes your knees weak.

"Yea-" your voice cuts off as you hear the back door open.

You both scramble putting yourself together trying to make it as discreet as possible. You open the door sliding out walking towards the stairs, as Tommy slides out walking towards the kitchen. You decided to go upstairs to throw a bikini top on. As you take off Tommy's shirt you see Joel's shirt still on your bed.. and you realize how fucked up that looks. You sit it down. And head back downstairs.

Once you make it to the kitchen everyone is inside grabbing food. You walk over to where Sarah is.. Tommy, Joel and your dad in the other side talking about who knows what. You look over for a moment and catch both of them staring.

"I thought you ran off again." Sarah laughs.

"Well.. kind of got distracted...." you laugh as you grab something off Tommy's plate as he walks by he just chuckles as he walks out to the patio.

"Yup got it. I swear your life is like a soap opera."

"Definitely feels that way sometimes."

You look down feeling nervous as Joel walks by.

"I know you don't want to talk about it. Hell I don't know if I want to... but all I'm sayin is maybe you need to talk to him.. alone without all the distractions.. just hash things out. It's weird seeing you and my dad not really speak."

"Yeah maybe." You shrug. "Let's get food before all them men eat it all."

Sarah chuckles. "Yup that will happen."

Once you and Sarah got your food you made it outside. Everyone sitting in their chair or at the patio table. You and Sarah opted to do it picnic style and sit on a blanket.

Once you got everything settled, Tommy plops himself down next to you stealing something off your plate. You playfully smack his hand.

"So what you can do it but I can't."

"Exactly right" you smile.

"I you two think your are being discreet, but if there was a sign that said we are fu-"

"Sarah don't you dare finish that sentence..." Tommy leans back.

"I'm just sayin." She shrugs. "I don't think anyone would care just so you both know."

(That's a fucking lie.)

Once you finished your food, you finally turned the hose on for the sprinkler. You ran through like you were a child again, giggling with Sarah. You couldn't help to notice Joel crack a smile when he looked over and that made you feel good. No matter what you never wanted him to hate you, or for things to be weird.

You ran through again this time you were met with Tommy picking you up spinning you around through the water as you wrap your Legs around his waist. His white tank top clinging to his skin. Caught up in the moment you both forgetting where you were . He kisses you. It wasn't too much but it was enough.

Welp cats out of the bag completely." Sarah folds her arms.

You both pull back staring at one another then back to everyone else. You notice your dad kinda fidget he doesn't seem mad but maybe confused... Joel on the other hand.. he already knew but now in its his face in front of everyone it's real.

He puts you down, grabbing your hand.

"Well.." you look over to him.

"Well.. want me to say it now?" He says

You just smile..

"I lov-"

Sheila comes walking over. (Great she ruins everything.)

"Well congratulations, I know this would happen eventually. I look forward to being sister in law's."

You cackle. "God damn Sheila. Yeah of course in your land of delusion."

"I don't know why you care so much about me wanting Joel...hmmm." She just looks at you and smirks as she walks away.

"God I hate that woman." You roll your eyes.

You and Tommy make it up to the patio everyone looking at you.

You decided maybe you should talk to your dad.

He's standing over the cooler beer in hand.

"Hey dad.." you walk over nervously.

"Hey sweetie, so uh-" he looks at you then back at Tommy.

"yeah.. is that okay?"

"If he makes you happy. And he treats you well then yeah more than okay. Him and Joel are like family."

Family... that word hit a bit too hard. If your dad only really knew.

You dad walks over pulling you into a hug

"Dad I'm soaked."

"I know kiddo I don't care. I'm just happy. I'm happy you are happy and home. To be honest I didn't like that guy across the pond... too girly.."

You chuckle. "Good to know dad, okay I'm gonna give change. Love you."

You walk back over to Tommy who's standing there just talking to everyone, he looks like a weight has been lifted from him as he pulls you in to him in front of everyone. His hand wraps around your waist like it's easy, like it's supposed to be.

"Hey I'm gonna go change okay?" You kiss his cheek.

"Yeah that's fine baby, I'll probably go home soon since I'm all wet.. you stayin home or? " his eyes glisten looking at you hoping you will say what he wants to hear.

"I'll stay. Let me grab a few things."

•

You walk down the hall way that leads to the stair up to your room. As you step up the first step the bathroom door opens.. you don't even have to look to know who it is. You feel him. You say nothing .. you continue up the steps.. so does he.. you slide into your room knowing he will be in shortly after. He slides in and you lock the door. You haven't been alone since the last night he was here in this room.. tangled up skin on skin begging for you.. telling you he needs you.. you stand there waiting for something to be said.. something to be done. He watches you.. watches the water drip on your skin from your hair, he watches how you are fighting things you feel. He knows you. He takes a few steps forward inches between one another. He gently takes his fingers tracing your jawline. That was enough.. just the touch of him. You fight it, and then it slips.. a small quiet whimper.

"Joel I -" you freeze.

He lifts your chin to look at him.

"I know... does he make you happy?"

You look him in his eyes "he does."

His jaw tightens. "Do you love him.?"

You remain silent. You look at him not knowing what to say.. " he loves me.."

He inches closer, his breath lingers above your ear. You can feel the heat of his body. You are taken over by the intoxicating smell of him. "That's not what I asked."

Your body is frozen. You can't move. Under the spell he as on you. Finally you gain some type of strength.

"What do you want me to say.. want me to do.." you look at him begging for some type of closure. "Joel. I don't know. I don't know anything right now. I'm - nevermind. I need to change I need to grab things I'm staying with Tommy tonight."

You go to move and he grabs your hand pulling you back his lips crashing down before you could even stop. It was urgent, it was hungry, it was desperate. His hand finds the back of your neck pulling you more into the kiss as he deepens it like his lips own you. Finally you snap back into your body you push back.

"I had to. I needed to. I'll let you go. Ill set you free... I'll let you find yourself. I'll let you be happy because you deserve to be. I'll be here in anyway you need me to be.. But I stand by what I said earlier. And if I am wrong then that's on me.. and if I'm not.. come back to me.."

His hands grip your face like he did that night. And then he walks out of your room.

•

You sit on your bed. Staring at the two shirts lying there that symbolize more than just two shirts. You needed a minute. You need silence to be in a room that didn't have a Miller in it. After you got yourself together you changed. You threw on some plaid shorts, an old beer tee your dad gave you, slipping your wet hair up. You threw some random clothes, some other self care things into a bag and went back downstairs. It's getting dark now, your dad has a fire going. Everyone is gathered around it, the air shifts as you make your appearance.

"Hey sweetheart, we were actually just talking about you." You dad says as you walk up.

"Good things I hope." You look at Tommy. Then to Joel. Then back to your dad.

"Actually yes... you know that old building in the town center.. the one that used to be a speak easy in the 20s, and it was a bakery about a year ago."

"Cynthia's old place?" Joel pipes in.

"Yeah well, it's for sale.. and Tommy was telling me about your dream." Your dad touches your shoulder.

You look over to Tommy with a smile.

"Jesus you couldn't wait to get

brownie points with him could ya."

He laughs. "Maybe.. but what did I tell ya.. I told ya that we are gonna make it happen.."

"Okay so? Building is for Sale so what? It probably needs alot of work.. and besides I don't have money to buy a building.. or to pay people to fix it.. and hell anything else. I would need equipment.. and a business license.. it's not as easy as just buying a damn building "

You look at all three of them.

"I'll co sign for you. If that's your dream. I'll do what I can." Your dad says.

Joel clears his throat, as he looks at you. "Are you forgettin I own a contacting company?"

"No of course not. But you would need paid. How am I gonna do that."

"You aren't. I'll do it for free. If this really what ya want. Plus you got that guy too." He looks over at Tommy. "Both of us would make light work."

Both . Of . Us. That statement repeates over and over and over.

"As for the other things. We will research. Figure it all out. You have people that want to support you. People that love and care for you." Tommy grabs your hand. You notice Joel's body stiffen but he looks at you with those eyes that say he will do anything. Proving his statement earlier.

"I'll help too! I'll make social media pages, help advertise! I can do that even when I'm back in Dallas. " sarah smiles.

"Fine. You guys win." You let out a deep breath followed by a big smile.

"Wonderful. I'll call in the morning.. we all will go look at it together. I'm happy kiddo . I'm happy to do this ." Your dad brings you into a hug, you hug him back tighter than usual.

•

The night comes to an end, you ended up staying at your dad's longer than planned. You say your goodbyes as you follow Tommy to the truck. In the rear view you see Joel and Sarah leaving. You hop in exhausted from the day, and honestly overwhelmed.

You stay quiet for start of the drive, you look over at Tommy. The moonlight illuminates his beauty. His hand on your thigh, where lately it seems that's where it stays. Where it belongs.

"Thank you." Your voice quiet.

"For what?" He replies gently give your thigh a squeeze.

"For loving me. For finding out about that building. For today. For how you are in front of everyone."

He's quiet for moment. He takes a deep breath in before saying what he's been trying to all day.

" I love you. And I told you whatever you need. Whatever you want. If I can do it it's yours."

You know you need to say it back. You want too because you do love him.. but a part of you is hesitant.. but you do it anyways.

"And I love you."

•

You arrive to Tommy's, as soon as his door opens he's flying over to yours. Pulling you out of the truck into his arms. His lips find yours full of need. You pull him leading the way, he opens the door and hes back on you. Pulling off your shirt, you peel off

his still damp tank top, followed by his jeans. Leaving a trail of discarded clothing.

Whole time your lips never leave one another until he's has you naked. His lips leave yours working down your jaw, to your neck. He wasn't careful, there was no need to be anymore. He went straight to that sensitive spot kissing it, then he bites. You feel his teeth graze your skin, you gasp at the pressure, at the electric shock it made through your body.

"Tommy" you moan out his name,

Knowing what it does to him.

His hands grip your hips, picking you up he takes you into the bedroom. He plops you into the bed the matress bouncing with your weight. Then he's there between your legs, his hands trace down your body to your breast, to your stomach. Down your mound he spreads your folds sliding his fingers in your slick.

"Look at this." He inserts two fingers just going knuckle deep. "So wet for me darlin... this.. fuck.. this is mine." He fully inserts his fingers now pumping them in and out curling them. He pumps them hard and fast. You arch into him, fucking your self

On his fingers, chasing that High that was building in your core.

"Yeah that's it.. good fucking girl."

"Tommy please... fuck.."

Tommy's thumb finds your clit circling as he continues pumping his fingers.

"Cum for me baby.. show me how good it feels.. wanna hear it.."

And it came.. you arch up hard as you gush out, Tommy takes his fingers out now covered with your arousal.

You stare at him. All fucked out. Your body shaking. But your eyes said differently. Your eyes begged for more and he knew it.

I need you." You whine just above a whisper like it was something sacred.

He moves to you. His hand running down your thigh as he kisses you, his tongue circles yours his lips suckig your bottom one . You feel him. How hard. His tip at your entrance, Tommy cups your face before he sinks in. A groan leaving his lips. He sinks in slow deep, like every inch had a purpose.

He moves sliding sing half way out before he thrusts back in. He keeps doing this as he mumbles, trying to keep himself from already falling apart.

"Look at me." He says as he throws his head back then Right back to looking at you.

His pace deliberate, you feel everything.

"You feel this" his hand on your lower stomach. "You feel me here.." He stares right into your eyes. "Yeah you do ya feel it. s'that good baby."

"So good, tell me you love me. Tell me please." You claw down his back as you pull him forward to wrapping your leg's around him.

His dark curls now falling out of his bun dangling above your face. his mustache tickles your lip as he leaves a hungry kiss on your mouth. Tommy's big hands cage your head, putting him at a perfect angle to thrust deeper into you than you could imagine. Once he found that he could sink that deep he didn't stop. It was different though.. he was deep and hard but it didn't feel like fucking it fell like something different because it was.

"I love you baby, I love you so fucking much.. don't you feel it. You feel how you make me."

"Yes. I love you- fuck I'm-" you were about to unravel again and you had a feeling this was just the beginning.

"Fuck my girl, give it to me. That's it." Tommy laid gentle kisses on your neck as you shook under him your climax taking over.

In a swift motion he flipped you from your back on the mattress to on top Of him.

You took a second just looking down at him, his chest glistening with sweat, his bun barely holding on, how his lips are swollen from kissing you so hard.

Your legs stratal his wait, his cock still hard, you keep staring at him, him staring at you. You caress his face as your fingers trail over his lips, down his body. Tommy groans under your touch. You lift your hip finding him before taking him in his cock sinking deep.

"You feel so good, feel so - Jesus."

Tommy exhales.

You didn't start slow, you just let your body take over, your hand on Tommy's chest balancing yourself as you bounce up and down fast and deep taking every inch as you do. It was pathetic but you were close again, you didn't know why or how.

"Just like that baby, so pretty bouncing on my cock. Fuck. Keep goin darlin. Shit- your squeezin. Close again?"

His big brown eyes staring up.

"Take it baby, take what's yours... darlin.. " He groans before you feel him fill you deep. warm white ropes. You continue bouncing chasing your third orgasm, this one hit hard, you practically seen stars before you collapsed on top of Tommy.

"Wow." You laugh.

"Yeah wow. Jesus so this is what life is gonna be like now."

He pets your head as you lay on his chest.

"Are ya complainin miller."

"No not at all just thinking how lucky am."

Tommy kisses your head .

"Pretty fucking lucky aren't we."

•

The next morning.

You could get used to this, Waking up next to Tommy, attempting to making breakfast but it burns because you can't take your hands off one another like hormonal teenagers. But that's the honeymoon phase.. what's real life going to be like.

•

You both got ready for the day, you are going to meet your dad and Joel at the building to scope it out , sign papers and come up with a plan.

Once you get there Joel is already there, waiting chatting with your dad.

Tommy opens your door helping you out you guys make tons way over to them.

"Hey baby doll, you excited." Your dad pulls you into a hug. "Tommy you taking care of my daughter." Your dad shakes his hand. As Joel watches.

"Yes sir. She's precious." Tommy lays a kiss on your head.

Your dad walks over to greet the real estate agent, leaving you with Joel and Tommy.

"Big brother" Tommy gives Joel a hug.

"Yall doing okay today." Joel asks trying to make small talk.

"Yeah alls good, how are you?" You ask, it's discreet but enough. You try to keep those feelings, that kiss locked in a box deep down.

"M'alright, intrigued to see how much work this place needs."

"Yeah me too. Thank you again. Both of you really."

Joel clears his throat as your dad comes over.

You all follow them into the building looking around getting an idea of what it needs..

"So what do you think?" The agent asks you...

"Well it's beautiful, and it can be exactly what I want.. but the question is for Joel.. is this place save-able is it worth it?

You look to him for an answer for help. You feel guilty because maybe you should have asked Tommy.

"It's gonna be a task... but if it's what ya want... we will make it happen."

Small smirk on his face.

"Dad? Your thoughts? Tommy?"

"I agree with Joel. He's smart he will make it happen, I'm here to help ya know that."

Tommy grabs your hand.

"Up to you baby doll, your dream is here if you're ready to make it happen." You dad replies.

"Okay then it's decided. We will take it."

•

3 months later.

Putting this place together has been a process.. you've spent hours getting things together. Business licenses, liquor licenses, food licenses, everything you needed. When you weren't handling the business part you spent your time with Joel and Tommy, painting the building, attempting to help them install things. Honestly you were just supervising as they did the man work. Tommy and you have been doing great.. you mainly stay at his place. You visit your dad almost every day.

6 months later.

It's late afternoon. You haven't seen Tommy in five days. He's been on a trip for Joel since Joel stayed here to help out finish up the building.. you open next month and you are on a time crunch. It's been weird without him. You are always attached at the hip. Not to mention he kind of puts a buffer between you and Joel. He checks in little bit by little bit he's been odd.. and it's starting to make you overthink.

You are at the building now.. and your phone goes off.. there is a tornado warning.. and it's heading to you fast. Outside the wind has picked up Dabris is flying everywhere as hail pounds down. The electric flickers on and off. You can't drive In this so you stay there. You find blankets candles anything you think you would need.

-incoming call : Tommy miller

- Y - hey baby what's going on I miss you.

No answer just laughing and loud music.

-Y - Tommy? Hello?

Nothing

T- shit. Hey babe. How are you.

Y - actually not great.. there is a tornado headed this way.. and I haven't heard from-

Line goes dead. "Fuck."

It's getting worse outside and you're starting to freak out a bit being here by yourself. It's to the point you can't see anything outside besides the poring of the hail and rain followed by a loud crash and your new sign falling to the ground.

"Great. Seems like that's how my life's going." You mutter to yourself.

Another bang but this time it was a bang on the door. Someone is outside in this weather.

You run over opening the door and there he was. Completely drenched right teeshirt sticking to his body, his curls wet.

"Joel what the hell why are you out in this weather."

He walks in water poring off of him.

"Knew you were here alone. Couldn't let you be. It got worse than I thought. Was just gonna take you back to your dad's or Tommy's."

He looks at you observing your body language, how you are shaking how your eyes look like you could cry any minute.

"You ok?"

You shake it off. Last thing you need is to let those old feelings resurface in a moment of you feeling down.

"Yeah I'm okay. Just stressed."

"Ok..."

Another crash, followed by the sky lighting up and the wind whistling.

"We need to go to the basement. Grab what you need and let's go."

You follow Joel down to the basement. He lights some candles laying blankets on the ground he sits. You stand there pacing back and forth.

"You're gonna run a damn hole in the floor if ya don't stop.. come sit."

"I can't sit." You continue pacing.

Your phone rings again

Incoming call : Tommy miller

Y- Tommy baby. Where are you can you hear me?

Echos of laughter on the other end of the line followed by a woman's voice. "You're just so funny Tommy."

You hang up the phone looking Joel.

"He wouldn't do that to you.. he's dumb.. but he's not that dumb.. don't jump to conclusions. I'm sure he's just out with the company. But right now that's not important. You see this."

Joel shows you his phone the weather radar and what's about to hit. F-10 tornado.

"This is what's important so I need you to sit your ass down here. We will deal with Tommy's dumb ass later."

You sit next to Joel. Silent. You don't know what to say. What to do. What if you are just reading into things. But what if you weren't. You don't think he would do that to do. He's been with you through so much but you know shit happens.

The tornado hits. It's like a freight train. Everything thing shakes around you. You start to sob overwhelming and scared that's when you feel him. He wraps you in his arms and holds you.

"S'ok just breathe." He tightens his grip. "I'm here, m'not gonna let anything happen to ya."

You melt yourself into him, letting yourself be there, letting yourself feel everything. Being scared of the tornado, scared that all your hardwork is going to be ruined, scared of what Tommy is doing, scared on how that's going to hurt like hell, and scared of how you feel right now in Joel's arms. This goes on for about 10 minutes and then it's dead silent.

You look up at him his arms still around you. You touch his face, his eyes locked on you. On your every move. And then you do something... something stupid.. some very very reckless and hypocritical.

You kiss Joel... not just a peck.. not just a scared kiss.. you kiss him with every single ounce of you... and he... he kisses you back... his hands finding your body like someone Starved.. his fingers graze the button of your jeans until your phone rings...

-incoming call : Tommy miller

You let it ring.. you look at Joel not knowing what to do.. you pull away fixing yourself like he could see you.. feeling absolutely worthless..

call connects

T - hey babe I'm sorry I've just been busy.. some of went out ..

y- well an F-10 just hit.. and I was at the building.. while some woman was saying you were so funny.

(Toxic I know. Bare with me)

T- uh yeah.. um.. that was Maria.

Y - who's Maria.?

Joel just looks at you like he knows something he shouldn't.

T- just an old friend. You okay tho? Were you at the building alone.

Y- I was.. until Joel came..

T- Joel came?

Y- yeah it's over now, I'm gonna go check things out... when do you come back.?

T- I'll be home tomorrow night.

Y-okay. Good.

T- call me later okay.. love you..

Y- love you.

Call ends.

You feel like the absolute worst person on the planet.. but now the look Joel gave you when that name was mentioned has you believing maybe you aren't crazy.

"So. Who's Maria." You look at him as you lean back against the wall.

"Maria is Tommy's ex... the one he was supposed to marry.. the one he moved to California for..."

"Fucking wonderful . All of this is fucking wonderful.. I can't even be mad.. I can't even. Jesus Joel what is wrong with us."

He leans back against the wall next to you.

"It was the heat of the moment. You were scared.. it's fine.. don't beat yourself up..l

"You are just saying that when you know.. it wasn't just that.."

Joel clears his throat getting up off the ground he reaches out his hand helping you up.

"Let's go check out the damage."

"Fine."

You walk upstairs, the inside is fine.. the outside on the other hand leaves alot to be desired... the windows are cracked, the front needs redone.

You look around taking a deep breath.

"It could be alot worse.. we will fix it.. still be on schedule to open."

You zone out not focusing on anything Joel was saying.

"Darlin.."

You look up.. it's been a long damn time since you've heard.

"Yeah sorry I'm okay."

"That's a damn lie. But I told ya. Don't beat yourself up... talk to him when he gets home. I don't think it's anything to worry about.."

"What happened to come back to me.. huh... what happened to all of that shit you said... did you even mean it."

You didn't realize at this moment you were screaming at him, people looking in your direction.

He grabs your arm pulling you back into the building , pulling you back to the kitchen. Once he gets you back there he has you backed into a corner, his breath heavy, you can feel his body heat, his Hands cup your face on both sides as he stares into your eyes.

"I meant every fucking word. I still mean those words.. but this is a line I can't cross.. and I know you can't either, god I want to kiss you again. To make love to you. Do you know how often I think about you and how dirty it makes me feel.. you are dating my brother.. you chose my brother.. my brother loves you.. you love my brother.. and I lo- shit..."

You stare back at him. You know he's right. But you needed to know.

"You what Joel." Your voice cracks.

"Nothing I can't .." Joel turns and he leaves

•

You sit on the counter.. not moving.. he's good at this.. good at saying things that hit you deep and just leave.. normally you'd have Tommy to be a distraction from that.. and then Tommy ended up being someone you love more than anything.. but in a way you think so was Joel.

You stare at your phone.. it's been 2 hours since you have heard from Tommy..

Calling : Tommy Miller

Voicemail: hey... baby.. um it's me... (you start to cry) I'm sorry I just.. I miss you.. today has just been hard and my mind is overwhelmed. Uh just call me back okay.. I love you.

You slam your phone down. How did you end back here. Back to feeling th same way you felt months ago..

•

You lock up the building, and you get into your car.. you didn't want to go to Tommy's.. being there alone right now would just be too much.. you didn't want to go to your dads you didn't wanna answer questions.. so you went to the one place you shouldn't.. and you didn't even know if you would let you in.

•

Joel's POV

It killed me to leave her. But I had to. I love her.. I was going to tell her that but who would I be to make her life more comfortable I was supposed to help her. I needed to talk to Tommy.. see what wa showing on there and why he was with Maria.. but then again should I meddle in that relationship.. would that be wrong of me..

Calling Tommy miller :

T- hello brother.

J- hey, how are ya how's the trip.

T- fine everything is going good been busy.. heard about the tornado..

j - yeah. Pretty messed up here.. speaking of.. you talk to your girlfriend.

Tommy goes silent.

T- yeah a little.. uh.. I need advice.

J- with what.

T- Maria is here.. she ended up working on the same house.. interior design. We talked.. I told her I'm with someone.. but I just I don't know I guess I can't help but to think of what could have been with Maria ya know. We were engaged. But I mean I love her.. and I know she had a bad day.. which thank you for being there for her..

j- yeah not a problem.. Tommy.. ya know I stay out of things.. I let you make your own decisions.. but really think about this one. If she's not who you see yourself with or you are having second thoughts you let that girl go.

*ding dong

J- Tommy I gotta go someone's at the door.

T- okay big brother I'll see ya.

Call ends.

Who could be here at this hour, I open the door and there you were.

"Hi" she looks at me with those eyes. And I can't resist her.

•

"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't be here.. but I was sitting there thinking.. I didn't want to go to Tommy's.. I didn't want to go to dads... and the only place I knew I'd feel safe.. was here."

Your eyes are bloodshot, your skin is pale.

"Come in. Have you ate. You look like hell."

You walk through the door headed towards the living room.

"Thanks joel I appreciate that. Always know how to cheer me up." You collapse on his couch.. the very couch where Joel was on his knees earring you like a man starved. The night that started it all.

He looks over and you swear he's thinking the same thing.

"Wasn't being mean.. you should know how I feel.. I was just sayin."

"Have you heard from Tommy? I've left him voicemails. Sent texts. Like if something has changed if he has changed his mind I wish he'd just tell me.. fuck I shouldn't talk to you about that. This is so fucked up. It's like I can't go anywhere. I can't escape this. I go here it's you. I go to Tommy's it's him. I go home. My dad ask's about everything. But you know what.. no matter what.. I crawl back to you..I end up here.. I end up with you. It's always been that way hasn't it."

Joel comes over to sit next to you. He moves your head putting it in his lap.. you didn't have it in you to object to fight. You both remain silent for a moment. His hands twirl your hair, then they move tracing your jaw.

"Joel..." you whimper.

"He doesn't deserve you.. hell I don't even deserve you."

You look at him confused on why he said that..

Your phone vibrates.

Incoming call : Tommy miller

"Don't answer." Joel looks down at you.

"Why.? What do you know Joel." He just zones out.

You pick up the phone.

"Tommy?"

"Hey.."

"Hi.. everything okay.?"

"Honestly I don't know. Um I wanted to talk about this in person but it's killing me .. Maria is my ex.. so she's here working interior design.. we talked. Was looking for closure and I realized that there is still feelings there.. and same for her.. I'm not saying I'm getting back with her but it feels wrong for me to question this.. for you to not have someone fully sure.. and I was.. I was sure more than sure about you.. until I seen her.. I just I don't want to hurt you."

You get up off the couch walking outside. You didn't want Joel to see you cry.

Thank you for being honest.. I understand actually.. I um.. I'll get my things tomorrow.. I gotta go..."

•

You hang up the phone. You had no right to be mad.. you were doing basically the same thing.. but you did love him.. maybe not in love with him they way your supposed to be but in a way he healed you. He was good to you and you like to think for a while you were good to him.

•

You sit in Joel's rocking chair staring out into the distance when you hear him come outside. He said nothing he didn't need to.. because he already knew.

"You knew didn't you.. that's why you let me in.. why you touched me.. because that made us less guilty.. I'm gonna puke.."

You run back inside heading towards the bathroom, he's right behind you, you sit on the bathroom floor putting your head into the toilet, he sits down beside you grabbing your hair as you puke your brains out.

You just look at him. He pulls you in wrapping you up.

"Joel... I'm a terrible person... I didn't even fight for him.. I just agreed.. I didn't fight because I did way worse earlier. We did that. We can't do this.."

You sob into his chest. Leaving tears marks over the fabric of his teeshirt.

"Where are you staying tonight?" He kisses your head not in an over stepping way but in a I'm here let me comfort you way.

"Honestly.. I was gonna sleep at the building.. probably wasn't even gonna sleep.. but I go there and I think of Tommy.. and you.. it's like no matter where I go I can't escape this.. and that's what my place was supposed to be."

"Then let it be that. Don't let life take it from you. Don't let whatever you feel for me take that from you.. that's the opposite of what I'd ever want."

Joel rests his chin on your head gripping you tighter as you both sit on the cold tile.

"You can stay here... I want you to stay here... this is the worst time for this but I can't stop myself anymore.. I can't control wanting you.. wanting to take care of you.. wanting to kiss you... wanting to hear those sweet noises."

Joel leans back to look at you his eyes darken.

" want you in the worst way."

His lips find your jaw, leaving hungry kisses and nips down your neck.

You couldn't fight it either.. when it comes to him your weak.. and maybe you always have been.

It didn't take long for a moan to slip from your lips, and that sent Joel over the edge. He picks you up off the floor, your legs wrapped around his waist he carries you to the bedroom.

Once you were in there he slams you on to the bed, frantically taking off your clothes. And you taking off his. His lips find your body again. Biting every single sensitive spot marking you like you belonged to him.

This wasn't soft. This wasn't making love. This was pure fucking need. You needed him to fuck you senseless.

•

Joel pushed your legs open and you already know you are soaked. You shouldn't be but you are.

Joel lets out a very sadistic laugh. You know that laugh he's about to ruin you.

"Fucking leaking out. Like you haven't been fucked properly.."

He opens your folds licking his lips at your glistening cunt, he inserts two fingers deep already hooking them inside. You scream at the stretch, the pressure and the pace he's fucking you with his fingers.

"Don't you dare fucking cum.. did he let you cum.. I bet he let you have whatever you wanted.."

you stare up at him.. maybe hearing this was too soon.. but you couldn't help how fucking turned on it made you. This is what you loved about Joel in the bedroom.. he was filthy when needed, but also loving when the time was right. He was the best of both worlds.

"Answer me." Joel pulls his fingers out toying with you.

"Please." You whisper.

"What I can't hear you darlin." Joel smacks your clit the pressure made you gush.

"Jesus Christ.. yeah that's what you want.. you want it rough.?"

"Yes" you moan out loudly.

"Fuck. On all fours.. now." Joel demands.

You do as your told, you feel him come behind you. His hands on your waist, putting himself where he wants to be. In an instant he fills you making you scream his name. He established his pace, hard fast and furious. He thrusts in and out over and over over no mercy.

"This what you wanted.." Joel takes a handful of your hair wrapping it around his hand giving him a good grip to pull you all the way back. Your body arching to where you can look at him to the pint you feel he could snap you in half.

"Answer me." He pulls your hair harder as he lands deeper that you have ever felt.

"Yes.." you scream.

"Good fucking girl." Joel releases your hair, you fall forward his thrusts staying the punishable pace.

He catches you by wrapping his arm around you pulling your top half to him. Your hips still arched in the perfect position for him to stay deep. He holds your body to his tight, his chin resting on your shoulders, his grunts and moans fill your ear.

"What did I tell you.. Months ago.. you remember .." Joel says right in your ear, his voice low, smooth.

You know exactly what he is referring to as Joel moves his hand down to play with your clit.

"Yeah.. I'm yours.. oh - my god.. yes right there."

Joel bites your shoulder.. " mine.. "

"Say it again.. who's are you.. who owns this pussy.. who is the only one that can fuck you like this."

Hearing this hits you like lightning, your core burned, your stomach fluttered. You needed to ground yourself, you gripped on his thumb as you felt yourself losing control.

"I'm yours Joel.. daddy please let me- I can't-" your falling apart right there, this was something you haven't felt before more intense.

"I know baby.. I know.. I feel you.. that's my girl..."

He holds you tight letting your body shake as you unravel, his deliberate pace slows, his cock sliding in and out through your climax. You stay there feeling him. He keeps it slow steady until you look at him. Your eyes go dark like it was you giving him the go ahead to keep going.

Joel's breathing increases, panting in your ear. You take your hand moving it to his face, cupping it holding it to your face. He moans under the touch of your finger tips tracing his skin. He slowly increases his pace with each thrust until he's back at that frantic speed.

"Fucking needy.. you can't get enough can you.."

His face next your yours, close as possible.

"No I can't.. s'good.. you fuck me so good Joel.."

He growls as he moves his hand to wrap it around your throat. You knew then that he was just getting started. Joel's grip on your throat tightens as he furiously pounds you.

"You like this huh?" He rasps in your ear knowing damn well you can't speak.

"Look at you letting me fuck you like you're nothin.."

You just nod babbling what noises you could make.

"You wanna cum again for daddy.. give me another."

And so it took over your body.. you clinch around him, your screams muffles by his hand still on your throat. Before you could even think again, joel has you flipped on to your back pushing your legs up holding them there so he can fuck you deep.

From this angle you can watch him, watch the sweat on his forehead, that one curl that always falls, how dark his eyes get and how he wears every single emotion on his face.

"Look at me.. eyes up here " Joel says followed by a few grunts. "Tell me again who's are you."

His hands grip hard, his nails sinking into your skin as he bottoms completely out hitting that deep squishy spot he stays there.

"Yours Joel. I am yours."

Next thing you feel is his body shake, his cock twitch as he fills you to the brim with his spend. He stay there for a moment before he pulls out, he backs himself off the bed to look at you, to look at the mess he's made. He leaves you for a second, going into his bathroom that attaches to his bedroom. You hear the shower turn on, he walks back out looking at you laying there, his cum leaking out. It's silent for bit, until he comes over pulling you off the bed to the shower.

You stay under the hot water, kinda of numb he lays gentle kisses on your shoulder as he washes you.

"You ok?" His voice low.

"I'm not entirely sure... but.." you stop yourself.

"But what."

"Do you think it was supposed to be this way.. us.. and we were just too stupid to make it happen so in the meantime we hurt others."

He lets out a deep breath. "Let's get you washed and some food.."

Your body tenses as you pull back from him.

"No stop doing that. Stop running away when things get hard.. that's what happened here in the first place. You just fucked my brains out but you can't answer a question as I'm standing here completely vulnerable and bare."

Joel puts his face into his hands. "M'scared ok.. you knew that.. you called me out on it at the wedding.. I try I do.. but this.. you.. me.. it's gon be hard.. hell it already is.. I meant what I said earlier I can't hold it in anymore.. what I feel.. what I've tried to not feel.. but how do we do this without hurting people around us."

You close the space wrapping your arms around him. "We do what we should have.. we figure it out.. we come up with a way to tell people.. in the meantime time.. sneak around.. which is bad but I can't be away from you anymore either. I can't fight this you consume me Joel in ways no one ever has."

•

Once you both left the shower, Joel went to the kitchen to find something to make for you to eat. You stole another one of his flannels.. as you walk out he couldn't help but smirk.

"I think this is my favorite look on ya, my flannel, panties, wet messy hair."

He walks over leaning down to kiss your lips. "Surprised you can walk."

You playfully shove him. "Shut up."

He grabs your chin. "Hey now.. don't make me bend you over the counter."

You stare back at him. "Feed me first"

"Oh so now you are hungry.. got it. So that's how it works.. gotta fuck ya silly."

He smiles.. like an actual smile.

"Yep."

You spent the rest of the night, curled up together on the couch watching some old western, eventually you fell asleep on Joel's lap. When you woke up, you were in bed... his bed.. as he's peacefully sleeping next to you as the big spoon..

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dialtown object head model masterlist

looong post incoming! i've been on a hunt to have a full list of what every dialtown character's head is, kind of as an extension of my own phone (and printer) collecting irl. these were compiled with the help of a very kind handful of people, most notably @germaaaaaaaaaa who has a real knack for sniffing models out! photos are from the sources linked as well as my own personal collection.

phonegingi/callum

3D models based on this specific Ericsson Bakelite 1507, as shown in the extras menu (see first photo below). Note the broken plate on the front where one would put the number card, which is reflected in both Gingi and Callum’s models (Gingi’s has it facing downwards, and Callum’s faces upwards):

typegingi

3D model based on two typewriter models: the overall shape is that of a 1948-1949 Royal Quiet Deluxe, while the keys, carriage, and various details (like the color indicator dots to the side of the keyboard) from an Olympia SM9. Jbhusker on r/typewriters identified that for me :]

oliver

Telecom Eireann Slaney, the Irish version of the BT Relate 200, in color “oatmeal”. He also has a removable plastic standee part on the back that allows it to be hung on the wall, which we don’t see in his sprites but we do see in an image Dog posted of the back of the phone (which is how we know he's in oatmeal, since it's noted on the sticker- the photo below of my slaney is actually in alpine white, it's just become a similar oatmealy color due to age), as well as in the crowd shot during Roger’s presentation, with someone else with the same head.

karen

3D model that is primarily based on a Canon Pixma ts202 (thanks to Smooth in phonecord for that ID!), but has significant differences in shape and color. She’s one of a kind!

randy

Nokia 3410, which came in a couple colors (the Randy aqua we know, silver, and rarely red).

bigfoot

A disposable camera without its outer plastic shell or paper labeling, this Renault one or something similar (maybe different branding? I swear dog mentioned he got bigfoot’s camera at a zoo.). Smooth on the discord found this one.

norm

norm's head is made of meat. here's his hat (which he wears backwards in his sprites). (i never wrote down who found this one and i can't re-find it in phonecord search, sorry. like a 90% chance it was germa)

mingus

Salvage the cat. Salvage the cat is a very unique model of cat.

roger

FeTAp 791-1, in orange (apparently hueshifted- in real life he’s red, but there ARE orange versions of this model, they’re just harder to find than some other colors). This model came in a bunch of colors- please enjoy this one that looks like it’s made of meat and gristle. Far as I can tell, these were mostly German, but also popped up fairly frequently in the Soviet Union. Mine is an Argentinean release of the same model.

peter

Western Electric Model 500, the most widely-produced rotary phone in history, in red. Note also that Peter has no lettering or numbering on his head, which is edited (it’s not possible to sand off a 500’s numbering because it’s actually filled-in plastic vice paint on top). Due to the color & clear plastic wheel, Peter’s model is from 1956 or later.

god

Emerson 11P50. Here’s the specific stock images that his sprites are of, too. byrdffv on phonecord.

jerry

Bell JO-4 or JN-4, same make, different color. Jerry is the same solid color all-around. I’d assumed he had to be custom-painted- I haven’t seen a single Jerry or almost-Jerry that’s the same solid color he is on the internet besides his OG stock photo (since, as you can see on mine, the metal and plastic parts are always different colors), but it’s not a well-documented series of models, and according to Dogman he’s seen ones like him IRL. Here’s the stock images used for Jerry. See also, his wheelchair, a LAWC001 (that one’s credit to Germa).

mr. dickens

K6 Telephone box. Not much more to say, there aren’t a massive amount of red UK telephone box models.

and with that, i've reached the 30-image limit per post. i'll continue this in a reblog, or you can view the rest of them at the google doc i've set up here!

[rom-e-o]

Who is Isma's bestie? And don't give me the "she married her best friend" thing. I'm sure she probably did, and I adore that sentiment in a marriage, but you know what I mean: Who is her number 1 "gal pal"? The person she goes shopping with when she wants to buy a fit to surprise and stun Emmrich. The person she compares... things with when she's a little squiffy. The person she's inviting over for a sleepover to do mani-pedis and facials and gossip and giggle all night with when Emmrich is away on important professor business.

OHHHHHH, YES. This is a good question! I have a long answer (ofc). One gal pal, and one bond that surprised me but becomes those same levels of ride-or-die deep.

So, gal pal. Bellara. They are the Bel Brigade. B&B. Bel-Squared.

Bellara is excitable, a genius, giddy, and dedicated to her work. Isma (like Emmrich) admire her for that greatly! There is also some concern, of course. Isma takes it upon herself to sit with Bellara during long sessions of tinkering just to be able to yawn and say “well, time for bed” to force Bellara to slow down and rest.

These two definitely spend time doing their hair every morning (those updos take time!), shopping in Minrathous for new bath oils, reading scandalous serials together, etc. They’re totally the friends that can spend an entire day in the library sharing books, reading together, and writing each other notes and recommendations about the passages and rarity of the editions they find. They also would totally go to a museum of natural oddities or medical science together and compare notes about the research, haha. They would adore seeing huge beetle specimens, or examining the workings of ancient rune-powered forceps.

Isma teaches Bellara how to take care of her hands and feet with mani/pedis (“I see you sprinting through those stone ruins and lodging your fingers in those mechanical artifacts. We can’t have a split nail or bloody heel hindering you. Besides, you deserve pampering.”) Bellara teaches Isma recipes and how to cook and eat. (“Isma, when did you eat last? You’re not a dancer anymore! You shouldn’t go so long without a meal, especially on long excursions. Our adventures in the field are a little longer than a matinee performance, after all. So, here. Come one! I’m making carob muffins, and TWO have your name on them.”)

Not to mention, they’re both high-anxiety girls that feels like they always need to be ‘on.’ Seeing that in the other helps ground them a bit.

When Bellara’s brother passes, Isma is there for the funeral and helps her process things.

And, of course, Bellara is a top Isma/Emmrich shipper.

XOXOXO

“Oh, Isma! Just who I wanted to see! So, um…I heard a rumooooor.”

“A rumor? Don’t keep me in suspense! Is it a good one? Another one about Dorian? Or Lucanis? I wondered if the paper’s notes about him have a full-body Crow costume were real! And he was blaming Assan for all the feathers - the nerve!”

“Oh, nooo. About a particular romance. Between you. And the professor. Smooching in the gardens?”

“Oh! Hehe, well… just between us…”

“Is it true? It’s true, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

“Haha, much to my delight and disbelief, yes.”

“I KNEW IT! I knew I thought I saw you two together a lot. Oh, and the professor’s face when he looks at you? He looks so dreamy. He never daydreams, but around you? It’s wild to see!”

“B-Bellara, please! Ears.”

“Oh, everyone knows. Word gets around quick.”

“Oh.”

“Buuuuuut I had to ask! I’m so happy for you two! It’s so romantic. ‘Two Mourn Watchers, bound by duty, now bound by a common desire. For each other.’”

“Is that the description of our romance as told by some ghost writer in The Randy Dowager?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I just don’t think our romance is a serial-type, is all! Besides, it’s not just ‘desire.’”

“Oh?”

“His papers, rituals and research have shaped so much of the Mourn Watch’s present-day knowledge! I confess, I always imagined him as some armchair-academic. But when I first met him and saw him actually in the crypts and using his own magic to soothe the should have the departed? I was in awe.”

“Even with the skeleton mask?”

“I thought he looked as if he could be rendered in marble and erected in Orlais’ Palladian gardens. Nobody would even think twice, he’d blend right in with the other gorgeous sculptures and renditions of heroes from years past.”

“He’d probably prefer to be rendered as a skeleton.”

“Well, probably.”

“Awww. Well, congratulations! I’m happy for you both. Considering the odds and evils we’re up against, I almost felt…bad calling the professor here to us. But to know it allowed you and him to meet? I feel a little better.”

“I understand. While nothing about the situation Solas curated is ideal, I’m very thankful that I have such sterling company to face it alongside.”

“Oooh, tell him that! He’d love to hear that, I’m sure.”

“I’m not just talking about him. You too.”

“Me?”

“I don’t think I could stay sane here without our friendship, Bellara. You help make even the worst days feel normal, productive … or fun. I never go to bed sad after talking with you. Thank you.”

“….I-I….”

“Are you getting teary?”

“No! N-No! Pollen, in my eyes. Happy pollen!”

“Ohhh. I’m sorry! Would it help if I told you that I found the most amazing stationary seller near Treviso? They have that grid paper you love so much for schematics.”

“OH! Yes! I’ll get my boots!”

“And the tears vanished, haha. What lovely magic.”

XOXOXOXO

Not a gal pal, but after months of mulling the game over, I feel like Isma would also really vibe with Taash after a while. Now, she and Taash are … okay at first. Taash is brusque and a little rude (in her very overly-proper Nevarran opinion, haha.) and the insults to Emmrich DO NOT help.

But Isma holds in her emotions. Badly. She is a vessel for a lot of “feminine rage”, as horror movie essayists say. Isma is restrained by mental ropes her own hands have tied with biting force.

Taash? Taash also hates talking about their problems, so they train and workout to siphon out that stress.

But they see Isma is worked up, and would want to help.

XOXOXO

“Hey. Rook?”

“Yes, Taash?”

“You were acting weird during the last fight. Were you scared or something?”

“Scared? No. I mean, an arrow to the face would many anyone wary, but … I was no more tense than usual.”

“Huh. Maybe that’s why.”

“Why, what?”

“You’re always tense. And holding back in fights.”

“What? How do you figure that?”

“You’re too posed. Every reaction from you takes an extra half-second compared to other mages. I know that’s not because you’re bad at magic. You’re measuring yourself. Holding back so that you can execute your attack perfectly.”

“Oh. Well, yes, I’ll admit that. I don’t want to just flail my spells about.”

“You know that’s not what I mean. This isn’t a ballet. Nobody gives a shit if your spin is off. I don’t care if you stagger an extra step if it means it gives you more momentum to wind up a really good shot that will ring your opponent’s bell.”

“Taash…”

“And send their head flying. Ideally.”

“(Laugh) …Thank you.”

“Nobody’s perfect. Including you. We don’t need a perfect leader. You’re … pretty damn impressive just how you are. So don’t hesitate next time. Because the enemy won’t.”

XOXOXO

And in turn, Isma helps Taash process and talk through the trauma of Harding’s passing.

XOXOXO

“She was so small. Small but powerful. And never afraid. She sacrificed herself without a second thought for everyone. We live because of her.”

“All of Thedas owes Lace Harding a debt she would have never considered.”

“Hah. Emmrich said the same thing. He’s helping me tend the plants in her room now. To keep them alive. It’s good. He knows more than I do.”

“I think that’s lovely.”

“I feel like there is more I can do. I know we’re going to beat the shit out of the gods. We have to. That will be good revenge. But …”

“You want to do things that honor her more personally.”

“Yeah. I asked Emmrich is he could help me visit her mom when this is over. She deserves to hear about how her daughter was a true hero in-person. You should come too.”

“I’d love that.”

“…What are some other things? Mourning things?”

“There is no singular, correct way to mourn, Taash. But I personally think you’re doing a wonderful job already by tending to her space. As well as by remembering her, and keeping her legacy alive by sharing fond memories and stories about her.”

“Okay. But…is that actually good? Or just an easy answer? Will any of that even matter after we leave here? It’s not like she’s coming back.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Huh?”

“Harding vanished. When I went into the Fade, I also vanished. Whether she’s out there, in human form or in another more spiritual form … if she’s in the Fade somewhere, maybe she’ll come home. To the Lighthouse. To her cozy room, plants, and bed of lumpy cushions.”

“(Laughs)…I almost want to imagine her here after we leave. Making terrible potato stew and making fun of Solas’ taste is biscuits. Searching those floating shelves for that book of elven erotic poetry she and Bellara used to giggle over.”

“Then you should. I think she’d get a kick out of that. Being remembered for her bravery, and for the light she brought to daily life here.”

“…I loved her, Isma. I grew into a better person because of her.”

“She loves you, Taash. Now and always. For exactly who you are.”

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch23

Description: Smut smut smut smut. Gaz is the goodest of good boys and gets his reward.. finally! In all seriousness though - this is my first time writing smut. Once I’ve finished this series I’ll go back and edit it sooo please ignore any lil mistakes you see! I’m not sure what I think if this but oh well! 🤷🏼‍♀️

*John's POV*

I watch over my pack for a a couple of hours. This is how it should be.. Perfect.

A pack of four Alphas is unusual, typically, either Betas or Omegas are needed to maintain the peace. My pack had always been loyal to one another but tensions run high at times. I have had to break up a few scraps. Hell - been in a couple with Simon, myself.

I slowly remove myself from the bed that we had all crammed ourselves on. Laswell is waiting on an update, and had news for me. I close the door gently on my way out.

*Johnny's POV*

Mmmm smells nice. Soft, smooth skin.. Tastes like heaven too, could die happy here, perfect..

*Laika's POV*

I slowly wake to a strange feeling. I am so warm, and I have hands all over me. But that isn't what stirs me. It's Johnny's tongue on my neck and his slow, gentle rocking, grinding himself against me. He is fast asleep.. He must be dreaming...

I reach over the top of Johnny, who has somehow squeezed himself between Simon and myself. I tap Simon, so gently, on his shoulder. His eyes snap open immediately and he goes into a semi-defensive position before realising where he is.

"What's the matter, little one..?" He asks, with a gravelly morning voice that sends the butterflies in my stomach absolutely crazy.

"It's Johnny.." I glance down to the sleeping Alpha. Simon chuckles. He fucking laughs at me..

"I thought you'd been warned that Johnny's a randy bastard, love.. he'd hump a pillow if it smelt nice.." I blush and whimper as Johnny actually gained some friction through my pyjama shorts.

"Do you want him to stop..?" Simon asks with a gruff voice. I look up at him with big eyes.

"I - I.." - "Tell me sweetheart, I can make him stop, just say the word.."

He's teasing me.. Toying with me.. He knows that I like it..

I suddenly feel all hot and bothered. I can feel the cramps threatening to start up again..

"Alpha, please.." - "Please, what, love?"

"Say it again, Lass" Johnny growls into my neck. Both of our eyes snap down to see if Johnny had woken up.

"Looks like he can hear ya, Love.. you can tell him to stop yourself.." he teases.

Fine, prick. I'll give you a show. Teach you not to tease me like this when I need something.. s'unfair...

"Mmmm, Johnny.. feel s'good Alpha" I whisper into Johnny's ear, making full eye contact with Simon as I say it. He narrows his eyes at me, clearly surprised by my boldness.

Johnny's eyes snap open and he frantically grabs around me, tighter, then pulls me closer to his crotch. The movement wakes Kyle, who immediately questions the scene in front of him.

"Soap! John told us to behave!!" He smacks Johnny on the ass a couple of times, trying to call him off the hunt.

"Lass says she wants it, isn't that right, Lass..?" Johnny groans desperately into my neck as he rolls over so he is now leaning on top of me. I whimper, the new position helping his thrusts hit the sweet spot between my legs.

I turn my head and lock eyes with Kyle. He looks entranced. His hand rests lazily over his crotch and his mouth is parted, deliciously.

Christ, what's happening to me..?

"Kyle..?" I whimper.

His eyes travel slowly up my figure, eventually meeting my gaze. "Love..?" he purrs.

"Want this.. feel funny.. hot and itchy.. s'helping the cramps.."

"Cramps.. you didn't mention cramps, love.."

"S'cause Simon cuddled me when they got bad over night.. Helps.."

"What do you need, tell me and I'll help.." -

"Want - Want.."

"Want what, sweet girl?"

"B-but you're not my Alphas.." I whimper, suddenly aware that I couldn't possibly ask this of them..

I hear Johnny growl from above me, "I'll be your fuckin' Alpha, lass. Say the fuckin' word. You'd be claimed and plugged up in minutes.. I promise ya', Bonnie"

The door clicks open and I gasp, but it doesn't seem to phase Johnny who continues to hump me like an untrained street dog.

"GET OFF 'ER, MACTAVISH" - John's voice bellows from the doorway. Johnny whines, he fucking whines.

"Please, Alpha.. m'so close" he pleads, rolling off of me with his hips still rutting into thin air.

As soon as the weight from above has gone, the cramp that had been held off, hits me full force. I roll towards Kyle and pull him as close to me as possible, trying to find some relief.

Kyle's hands find my lower back, I can feel that he desperately wants to move them to cup my ass but John's growl cuts in again.

"LAIKA!" I snap away from Kyle and sit up, shuffling backwards, whimpering.

"S-sorry, Alph- John - I don't know what's happening.. I - I can't control.. urghhh" I wince as a particularly strong pain spreads through my gut.

"Alpha.. please.. help me.." I whimper, curling into a tight ball, trembling.

*John's POV*

Good god. She's in heat. She is in fucking heat. And Johnny has been humpin' her like a fuckin' dog for fuck knows how long.

"What do you want.. we didn't have chance to discu.." - "YOU.. I WANT ALL OF YOU" she cries, interrupting me.

"Darling" I crack my neck, feeling my control slipping. "If you accept this, I might not be able to stop.. do you know what I mean...?"

"Please Alpha.." Fuck, I'll fuckin' claim her right now. Bite a fuckin' pretty little mark right into her neck for everyone to see. The boys can mark her up afterwords too, our Pack Omega.. but it's the heat talkin'. She doesn't know what she's sayin'

"Captain.. If you don't want me.. I'll go.." she sniffles. That's what does it. The straw that breaks the camels back...

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

Self-doubt suddenly clouds my mind. I am literally in heat and begging and none of them want me. I'd been rejected..

"Captain.. If you don't want me.. I'll go.." I offer, knowing that I'd already done enough damage.

I curl tighter in on myself and start crying as more cramps roll through my body.

Within seconds I feel strong arms around me, scooping me from the bed, pulling my legs either side of a broad torso, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Don't you ever fuckin' say, or think, that again, Love.. Boys, follow me" John marches me out of my room.

I whimper, each stride he takes, his thigh hits me just perfectly.

"Makin' a fuckin' wet patch on my trousers.." John grumbles into my ear.

"S-sorry Alpha" I whimper. He comes to an abrupt halt. He holds me against the wall and roughly slots his thigh between my legs, pulling me back and forward, rubbing my core on his soaked trouser leg. I whine and moan.

"Don't ever fuckin' apologise for pleasin' your Alpha.." He leans forward then, and somehow, with such softness, given our current heated situation, takes my chin in his calloused, rough hands and makes me look at him.

"Understood..?" - "mmmhmmm" I whimper, nodding.

"Good girl.." he tilts my chin upwards and leans in. Our noses are touching, but he pauses. We are breathing the same air for a few seconds. I'm desperate.. I'm fucking desp- KISS HIM.

I lurch forward, clashing our teeth and noses together. But my lips are on his, and he is devouring me. He pulls away, a string of spit connecting our lips, "Clever girl. I needed you to take the first step.. prove that you want this as much as me.." he growls, lifting me and finishing the journey to their room.

I feel hands on my lower back, from behind, and turn to see Kyle, looking as if he is worshiping the scene in front of him.

"Fancy sharing her, Alpha..? I'll be nice.. so nice to her.. I swear.." - "Go on then, Kyle.. kiss her.."

They talk as if I'm not there.. why do I find that so fucking hot..?

Kyle's kiss is soft, and gentle.. it's perfect. I find myself pulling away from John's hold and jumping into Kyle's arms instead.

"Fuck, love - been waitin' - for this since - since you arrived - always trusted me - didn't you - sweet sweet girl.." he moans into my ear between kisses.

"Gonna take care of you, we all are.. treat you so good - make you ours.." His words make me melt.

I feel my back meet the mattress softly, Kyle's hands roaming to my ass, and squeezing softly. "So perfect, so fuckin' perfect.."

I'm overwhelmed.. I glance around and see John watching with his hand on his cock. My eyes travel up and down his solid body. He was fucking huge, everywhere. A true Alpha in every sense of the word.

I then see Johnny and Simon making out against the wall. My eyes roll back at the scene in front of me. Simon's hand fisted in Johnny's mohawk, as he attacks his neck. Johnny suddenly all submissive - nothing like I'd ever seen the confident, randy Alpha like before.

"Hey, love.. eyes on me.." Kyle moves my gaze back to his gorgeous face.

"Can I take this off..?" He asks, lifting the waistband of my shorts slightly.

"Please, Alpha.." I moan..

"Good girl, such a good girl" Kyle coos- "Good boy, Kyle - bein' such a good boy" John grumbles from beside us.

Kyle's cock jumps in his boxers at the sound of his Alpha's praise. I feel it against my leg.

"Gonna touch you, gorgeous.. is that ok..?" - "Kyle.. need it.. please.." - "Fuck princess, you're gonna be the death of me.."

His hands run up my legs, from my calves all the way to my hip bones, where he gently strokes. "Is this ok..?"

"Yes.. please.. need more.." I whine desperately.

"Need to get you ready first.. trust me.." - "M'ready.. please" Kyle is about to reply when John cuts in.

"Trust me, love.. you're not ready for us yet.. I'll tell you when you're ready.." I whimper, frustrated.

Kyle runs a gentle hand through my folds, softly circling my clit. I moan and feel slick rushing downwards.

"More, Alpha.. need more.." I beg.

"Soon, sweet girl. I promise.. It'll hurt if we don't get you ready.."

I reach down and palm Kyle through his boxers. His pushes into my hand, clearly desperate for friction as much as I am.

I push at his chest and roll him onto his back. His eyes flash to John's as if to ask 'what do I do..?'

I giggle at his reaction, John just shrugs.. leaving me to my own devices. I pull his boxers down and stare at his beautiful knot. He was the prettiest, by far.. He was big, smaller than John's.. but still big. Much bigger than average. There's a perfect vein running along the underside, ugh, so pretty. I practically drool at the sight.

I swing a leg over his hips, so that I'm straddling him.

"No - no love.. you're not-"

I sink down on him and he suddenly ruts up into me, unleashing the loudest moan I've heard from him yet.

"Fuck, love.. so impatient.. so perfect and tight.. slowly though.. don't want to hurt ya' -" he gently rubs my clit as I just sit on him, cockwarming him without moving.

"Mmm Kyle... so nice" I whisper, nipping and biting gently at his neck.

*Kyle's POV*

Fuck she is driving me mad. I don't know how long I can keep this up. And then she starts biting at my neck..

Within milliseconds, I've got her flipped onto her back, and I'm deep inside her, starting to get some much needed movement.

"This ok, love..? tell me if I hurt you.." - "Won't hurt me - trust you, Ky ..."

She trusts me.. I can die a happy Alpha.

I can feel my knot swelling, just from her sweet words.

"Alpha.. I'm close.. what do I do..?" I grit out through my clenched teeth, asking John for instruction.

"Thought I should be the first one to knot her, seeing as I'm pack Alpha - but you've been such a good boy.. I'll let you decide.."

FUCK..

"Love, tell me what you want.. quickly.. won't last much longer inside ya'.."

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"Want your knot, Kyle.. Please, Alpha.." I whimper.. I make eye contact with John then, and he nods, as if to allow Kyle to knot me.

"Fuck, it might hurt, Love.. ever had a knot before..?" - "No, Alpha.. just you.." I whisper, nervously.

"Hey, hey, sweet girl. I can stop if you're not sure..?" - "NO, don't stop" I cry.

"Okay - okay" he grunts, swelling inside of me. I feel spurts of hot spend hit my inner walls before I feel his knot plugging me up, his hips slow and he eventually halts completely with his hips held flush against mine.

"We'll be stuck like this for a few minutes, Love.. is it sore..?" he asks, kissing my shoulder, gently.

"No.. not sore.. feels nice.." I roll my hips, feeling his knot pull where we are held together and he whines into my shoulder.

"Love, s'too sensitive.. stay still" he laughs.

"We've not knotted anythin' for years.. not since we became a pack.." John explains, sitting quietly beside us on the bed, stroking my hair.

"Alpha's can't knot each other properly.. not the right anatomy.. bet it feels nice, eh Kyle..?" he asks, patting Kyle's thigh.

"Feels perfect, sir.. like Heaven.. so lucky.."

My heart jumps at the praise.

The bed dips as a sweaty Johnny and Simon slip in from the other side. Johnny immediately runs his hand down my stomach and between my legs, where Kyle and I are still knotted, I yelp from the sensitivity.

He scoops as much slick up as he can and sucks it from his fingers.

"Mmmm, fuckin' beautiful, Lass"

[celticcrossanon]

In Mad World Tarot's reading (109. Commonwealth Day. King Charles letting the side down?), Charles is not a natural leader but a follower and that people are disappointed in him. Even though QE II was famously a shy person, I saw her as a badass leader. You knew you had a legendary leader in QE II when she appeared at military/royal events. Charles comes across as a people pleaser. I wasn't alive when Charles married Diana. Do you know how he was perceived by the public in his pre-Diana days?

Hi Nonny,

I can only give you the perception from my little corner of the world.

He was popular, yes, but never as popular as he seemed to think he was.

He seemed to want to be seen as a charismatic playboy, but the image never took off. On a trip to Australia he staged a kiss with a model as he came out of the surf and the newspapers reported on his 'ladies' attending events with him and on his love life, but he was never seen as a 'playboy prince' or as very attractive to women physically (unlike Prince Andrew, who was seen as a very good looking playboy prince - Randy Andy - and a military man and later a war hero).

People were fond of him and wished him well, but they also used to poke fun at him, and he never seemed to take the jokes very well.

From my level of society, he was one of the poshest ones who mingled with other, slightly less elevated elite, but who never got down to the level of the common folk. He didn't know us and his concern, if aroused, was always in a paternal fashion - 'Do XYZ as per my ideas and you will be fine' - instead of asking what he could do to help. He was also very touchy about things - if you said No to him he got offended, everyone had to do what he said etc.

Some people saw him as sensitive and a 'poor little rich boy' (Edit: Which is a fair view, everyone is entitled to their own opinion and I don't want to make anyone feel bad for feeling that way), I saw him as an over-sensitive wimp who was trying to be something he wasn't (Edit: This was my opinion only and you are welcome to have a different one).

Other people will have very different recollections of that time, so please send in any memories you have of Charles pre-Diana if you want to share.

I never really liked him, as you can probably tell, but I know he was popular and liked by the general public.

Edit: I just want to add that the above is entirely my perception and I am not trying to say that everyone saw him like that or should see him like that. If you liked pre-Diana Charles then I welcome your memories as well, the same as if you didn't like him. It is by putting all the individual snippets together that we can create a larger picture.

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Two | Where it all started…

Shorter chapter incoming…

Expect some time jumps

Don’t own anything WWE 💪🏼

In no way, shape, or form do I edit. This story is for fun and entertainment purposes.

“Two days. Our flight is at 4 AM. Gives you time to dump the flavor of the week.” The bitterness in his voice hurt. 

“Dom. What we did- I’m sorry. Every second felt amazing, I just couldn’t commit. I was scared.”

“I haven’t been pinning, hermosa. You moved on and so did I. No hard feelings.” He was distant still, cold and vicious.

I knew about the other girls. All of them. He had made it his mission to parade them in front of me. He wanted to make sure I knew he had gotten his dick wet after me.

“No hard feelings? Tell your slut of the month to keep it down this time.” I said walking past him in my bikini as I climbed out of the hot tub. 

I wanted him to see every part of me he could. Dom followed me inside, dry as can be. “It’s not going to work, whatever bullshit you have planned. Parading around in practically nothing and rubbing your boyfriends in my face. It’s not going to make me feel bad.”

“Feel bad? We fucked, Dom. That’s not my fault you can’t get over it.” I shouted back. 

“You’re a fucking bitch for that. You wanna play games? We’ll play. Don’t come crying to me when it finally hurts the same way you hurt me.”

We had taken one leap forward just to hustle back to cruel. 

Dom had no idea there hadn’t been anyone else. No one. He just knew what it looked like and it looked like I was a slut but in reality those moans were faked and nothing went past feeling me up.

I deserved his cruelty tho so I took it like a champ.

Rey had got us a two bedroom condo only this time we didn’t share a bathroom. Dominik was kicking off training and everything WWE the very next day.

The frost melted between us enough for us to eat pizza in our mess of boxes. I wanted to badly to apologize but nothing could take back how I broke him heart.

Eventually we got over it, slowly and started being friends again. I even went to his practice matches and training sessions to support him. Our hormones and not having to share a bathroom truly helped, suddenly we could deal with that tension much easier.

I got meaningless jobs, here and there. Enough to pay for  living, rent if Rey would ever take it from me, which he declined more than once. Every penny I had went to stocking the fridge for Dom who was eating his body weight in food with the training burning extra calories.

We got extremely close again, inseparable most days and boundaries of friendship that made people uncomfortable. It made relationships hard to have and harder to keep. We both went through a period of less serious relationships with minimal risk to our friendship again.

We did have one slip up our twenties after getting drunk. None of it planned and all of it something that didn’t please his fling of the month. 

It was Randy Orton’s birthday, something we never thought we would be invited to but a lot of the roster was so we went. Dom hardly knew anyone and I was just as invisible, only I had boobs that distracted everyone. Least the horny men traveling almost the whole year. No one expected Dom to have anyone with him. He was new, inexperienced, and hadn’t paid any dues in their eyes. It was bullshit. He was the hardest working man I knew who wasn’t letting his dad’s legacy determine anything for him. If I could do anything it was making people believe he was someone before they knew him.

I put in a skin tight dress, a black thong and jean jacket that all fit every curve of my body perfect. Linking arms with Dom I could feel the respect climb the more people saw my hand in his. “Just trust me, okay? You’re gonna leave this party a superstar.”

“Why am I scared right now?” He laughed and smiled but held me closer.

Laughing into his chest I handed the bouncer our invite and breezed by without stopping. That was the night I met Randy, who was married still and raising a toddler. I had no business entertaining his flirting. I had no business letting myself be turned on by the entire night enough to convince Dom to fuck me for the second time.

The head of WWE made his way over to us, extending his hand and introducing himself. “Vince, who are you son?”

I stepped in, “Dominick Mysterio, future of WWE, respectfully.”

Vince laughed placing his hand on my arm and I was prepared to valid every rumor if it meant Dom’s hard work was paying off. “You have balls.”

“Enough to convince you to see what he can do? He’s not his dad, he’s better.”

Dominik’s hands smoothed around my waist, nuzzling his face in my hair, finding my ear. “Mi amore, he’s the owner. Slow down.”

“No one is gonna hand you anything, Dom. You have to want it enough to take it.” 

I smiled, forcing him to talk shop when his hand smoothed down my ass before squeezing. “Remember that later.”

Dom was a flirt, a great talker, dedicated to making it in the same industry his dad did. I was proud of him. 

Talking him up to everyone I let him touch me like I was his at least for the night. When we went back to our condo it was hard to turn it off when he cradled my hips asking me, “Why do you believe in me so much?”

“Because I know you. No more deserves it more.”

The way his mouth covered mine, determined to take me right along with his dreams felt out of my control. I wanted him even tho I shouldn’t have. 

Yanking my dress up to my waits he dipped down to his knee in the middle of the living room. Draping my leg over his shoulder I whimpered in desperation. “Dom. We shouldn’t.”

“Don’t say it. I already know. It’s a mistake. No one finds their soul mate at fourteen. I’ve heard it. I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m asking you to fuck my tongue.”

That’s all he had to say for me to melt and make that mistake all over again.

[roadkillremi]

Ask - "Okay, can you do Ghostface!Randy, NSFW, and quote "I have to admit. I'm very... Possessive" please? I Don’t know if you’re still taking requests for these."

"I have to admit. I'm very... Possessive."

GhostFace!Randy X F!Reader

(I edited the pictures above 🤭)

MasterList 300 Event

Summary : You called over your best friend, Randy after you received a terrifying phone call. But something else happens...

Warnings : MINORS DNI, mentions of stalking, knife play, slight choking, p in v, unprotected, language, mentions of fingering, mentions of masterbation, mentions killing, possessiveness.

You sighed while plopping your bag on the bed. It was a long day of work and school and you were too stressed to think. You shuffled to the bathroom to splash some warm water in your face. You looked up at your reflection studying your tired face.

"God I need a shower." You mumbled. You quickly decided to take a quick shower hoping it'd help your aching body. You let the warm water swallow you and refresh yourself.

You wrapped yourself in a fluffy blue towel walking back to your room. You walked towards the window looking outside for a second. You lifted your hand to the string about to close the blinds.

The phone rang making you jump a bit. You walked to your desk picking up the receiver.

"Hello?" You leaned your head down holding the phone on your shoulder.

"Hello.." a deep voice spoke. You reached for a pair of underwear in your drawer. You puzzled over his voice thinking if it was someone you know.

"How can I help you?" You asked as you slid your underwear on. The towel fell to the floor showing your bare back to the window.

"I'm just.. lonely.." the voice cooed. You rolled your eyes, "Well I'm not interested. So please call someone else.". You slammed the phone down on its stand. You walked back over to your dresser putting a baggy T-Shirt on.

The phone rang again, you rolled your eyes picking it up.

"Hello?-" you snapped.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" It was the same voice from last time. You huffed, "You know you really need to stop calling me.".

"Why is that?"

You went silent thinking of an excuse. You repositioned yourself to look out the window.

"I have a boyfriend." You announced. A small chuckle came from the phone. You stiffened before walking towards the window.

"Who is he?.." the voice whispered. You bit your lip, "Randy Meeks.". Your stomach twisted telling a lie like that. It went silent, "That Geek?".

"He's not a total Geek! Hes a movie fanatic. " you corrected. You shut your blinds and went to sit on your bed. You crossed your legs looking towards the now covered window.

"Yeah.. sure.. then why do I never see you hold his hand, or kiss him, couple shit." The voiced pryed. You swallowed trying to not crack your voice, "So you're watching me?".

"Maybe."

"Are you watching me now?" You whispered. It went silent again, "I was... saw your pretty purple underwear. Until you shut the blinds.". Your heart raced, "Listen shithead. I'll call the police and they'll be here in ten minutes and I'll take those odds.". A laugh interrupted from the other side.

"Think you could survive that long... Y/N?" He hung up. You panicked running to the kitchen to grab a knife. Your eyes scan the doors making sure they're locked. You quietly dialed Randy's phone number and squatted down near the counters.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Ghostface called me! He's been stalking me... do you think you can come over?" You whispered into the phone.

"Oh shit. Yeah I can! I'll be there in a couple minutes.". You held the phone close to your ear shaking a bit.

"Please hurry." You added.

"I'll try." He hung up leaving you alone. You shivered due to the cold kitchen tile. You took deep breaths trying to calm your heart beat.

Clink

The front door knob turned, your eyes widen.

"It's locked.." you whispered to yourself. The doorknob started rattling aggressively, you hid behind the kitchen island. You held the knife tightly, the door opened. There's no way it could've opened.. it was locked.

You heard loud steps walking around the living room. Stared at the window trying to see if there was a reflection. His footsteps thumped through the house. You tried to prepare yourself to run or to stab him.

Thump Thump Thump

His reflection was in the window, he stood there scanning the small kitchen. As he started to walk towards your hiding spot your circled the island. You waited to hear his next move, there was shuffling. You heard soft beeping and then a dial.

The phone. You looked down at the house phone in your other hand. It rang you quickly hung up looking to the side to see him looking down at you. You quickly scrambled to your feet running to your room. Your heart pounded against your chest, you slammed the bedroom door in his face. You locked the door behind you and started to open the window. The door knob stopped jiggling, you looked over at the door.

"don't open the door.. when you think they're gone they're not." You whispered. Randy told you this when the murders started happening. He claimed he wanted you to be prepared in case anything happened.

"Hello?! Y/N?!" A voice echoed through the house. You slowly unlocked the door, "Randy?!" You called back.

"Yeah.." he walked to the hallway. You opened the door in relief, you put your arm to your side letting the knife fall. Randy ran over to you cupping your cheek.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" He checked your arms for cuts. His face went red and he smirked.

"You're uh.. I can see your underwear.." he looked away. Your eyes widen and face filled with embarrassment. You looked down at your exposed legs, you went back into your room putting sweatpants on.

"Sorry." You awkwardly smiled. He sat down on your bed looking over at you. You sighed sitting down beside him. You rested your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I called you. You're just the only person I can trust right now." You wrapped your arm around his. He smiled down at you, "Well I'm glad...". He got up and grabbed the knife from the ground and placed it on your desk. You watched him, "Randy.. do you think you can stay the night?". He glanced over at you, his face was light pink.

"what about your parents?" He questioned. You walked over to him and gently touched his arm.

"My dad left on some business trip with my mom." You rolled your eyes. Randy looked down at your desk, "Sure..". You smiled, you have to admit the more you hung out with Randy. The more you liked him. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck.

"If you want we can sleep in my bed.." you flirted. His face went blank, his arms shifted a bit. He then nodded, "Sure.. I'd like that.". You slid your hands to his shoulder.

"Thanks... really I didn't know who to call.." you walked over to your TV. You looked through your VHS tapes, "It was so weird... the door was locked and only I have the key.." you slowed down. You focused on the VHS tape on your hand.

"and... you when my parents left.." you whispered. A laugh formed from the other side of the room. You felt the blade of a knife against your neck.

"Took you long enough... I mean you're a smart girl but.. so stupid!" Randy laughed. You glanced over at him, he smiled widely. You backed up, "What are you doing?".

"Uh. Killing people who wrong me." Randy slung the knife around. You shook your head, "Randy...".

"I'm not gonna kill you. I just had to get you to trust me.. to need me.." he put his arm to his side. You backed up into the wall, "Why?..".

"Why?!! Because before you didn't even give two shits about me!" He yelled. You moved to the side trying to get far from him.

"So you killed Stu..."

"because he wasn't good enough for you! And you were wrapped around his finger.." he fussed. He shook his head in disappointment, "He was sleeping with other girls too.".

"I wasn't dating him!" You shouted back. He scoffed, "Oh really? You just went on dates with him and let him finger you.".

"Excuse me?!" You gritted your teeth together. You laughed a bit feeling a burning feeling in your chest.

"he never fingered me! I'm a virgin, Randy!" You yelled. Randy stared back at you, he took a slow step forward.

"He.. didn't?"

"No! You fucking idiot!" You shouted. You tried to run to the door by going over your bed. Randy quickly slid in front of you holding the knife closer to your face.

"Please don't..." you backed up, the back of your legs hit the bed. He sighed, "I'm not going to hurt you. Well.. unless you want that " he smiled playfully. You glared at him, "I like you, Randy but why did you have to do this?!".

"... motives are too boring now. Let's just say love made me crazy" he raised his eyebrows. You shook your head, "Listen, just agree to be with me.." he added.

Your chest raised and fell quickly, "Randy.. I would've dated you without all this nonsense.". He stepped closer putting the knife gently in your chest.

"Fine. I'll be with you!" You fussed. He smiled and gently kissed you. He forced his lips againist yours.

"I have to admit. I'm very... possessive." He smiled. You moved his wrist away from you moving the knife. He looked down at you, "Why are you fighting this? I thought you'd appreciate it...".

"you scared me..." you trembled. He leaned forward, "I'm sorry. What can I do to make you feel better?". You had to admit something about Randy kinda turned you on. You panicked not knowing what to say or do.

"Any.. anything you want.." you shakily smiled. He tilted his head, "That's too much power. Have not seen movies? God, you're stupider than I thought!". You whined feeling hopeless and pathetic. He gently pushed you down and climbed on top of you.

"Randy..." you whispered. He hummed admiring you, "Yes?". You took a slow heavy breath.

He dragged his knife down your chest. You winced, "Oh really? Sounds like you're just as much of a pervert as I am.". You cringed slightly, "oh don't act like you didn't leave your blinds open on purpose.".

"Why weren't you like this before? If you'd pin me to my bed weeks ago I'd let you fuck me for hours." You teased. Randy's eyes widen in shock, "Wha..what?". You rolled your eyes, "You are so pathetic! You thought a mask and cloak would turn me on? Let me tell you, you reaching for the top shelf at work. Where your shirt lifts up revealing your hips.. that turns me on.".

He leaned down to give you a small kiss. He leaned back up to observe your face. You grabbed the collar of his shirt yanking him back down. He softly groaned pressing himself against you. He devoured your lips pressing his tongue into you mouth. His knife slid down your pants cutting the seams of the crouch. His fingers fought his way in and rubbed through the fabric of your underwear.

"Mm, you're so wet for me..." he whispered. You closed your legs, he squeezed your thigh with his other hand.

"Oh so you're not enjoying this?" He muttered sitting up. You looked away, "What is it? What do I have to do to have you?!!".

"Well you didn't have to kill!" You shouted. He put his hand over your throat, "Then what?".

"I already wanted you! You and your stupid nerdy commentary. God I've masturbated to the thought of you inside me!" You sat up. His eyes went round, he proceeded to strip you down.

"You're so oblivious. Tell me, how was it stalking me, hm?" You lifted your legs up slightly as he pulled your pants down. He gripped the sides of your underwear, "So amazing. I love marveling over your body.". He started kissing your legs before pulling your underwear down.

" so gorgeous...I'll be so much better than he ever was. I'd only worship you." He rasped between kisses. He gently nibbled on your upper thigh, you ran your hand through his hair. His bright blue eyes studied your face. His lips parted slightly, he stood back up looking down at his pants. His hands shook as he undid his belt and pants. You sat up on your knees leaning forward to kiss him.

He kissed back as he shoved his boxers down. His member sprung forward hitting his bellybutton. The tip was pink and ached for your touch. You stroked his length softly feeling him tremble beneath your touch.

"I've been waiting for this for so long..." he confessed. You smiled at him, "Tell me how your fantasy went...". He swallowed and bucked his hips into your hand.

"I'd put my knife to your throat.. as you beg me to keep you..want you to be mine." He whined thrusting into your hand. You admire his soft moans as he tries to pleasure himself.

"Do it." You demanded. He slowed down his movements, he nodded frantically. He shoved you back down and surged the knife towards your neck. He smiled before penetrating your core. He's head hung back as he softly groaned.

"So... tight" he murmured. You squirmed a bit trying to adjust to him. You felt this throbbing pleasure making you whine. He pushed the knife upward beneath your chin. You tilted your head up towards him.

"I could kill you, y'know?" He teased. You whimpered, he smirked and started jerking his hips forward. He grunted, "Want me to kill you?".

"No.." you rasped. He pushed the blade closer, "Why not?".

"I wanna be with you... I need you" you begged. He smiled, "Say it again.".

"I need you.." you moaned out. He made an animalistic noise as he lunged down towards you. His lips traced your jaw line before leaving soft hickeys on your neck.

"Say you're mine." He barked.

"I'm yours.." you breathed. The blade traveling down your torso. His thumb crazed your clit, you moaned yearning for more. He placed his forehead against yours, his breathing was ragged and uncontrolled.

"All yours.." you hummed. He gave a lopsided grin as a response. He left sloppy open mouth kisses all over your jaw and lips.

"I'm gonna come inside you" he whispered. Your legs trembled at the thought of his seed. You whimpered as you felt his release ooze inside you.

"All mine." He chirped. You laid there overstimulated and restless. He slowly parted himself from you before laying you properly in bed.

"What if you get caught?" You croaked. He peered over at you, "I framed Billy. Since he has major mommy issues." He gave you a crooked smile.

[trevifountain1]

The Outsiders Slime Tutorial

Hi, I’m looking for a bootleg of The Outsiders Musical from its World Premiere Run at La Jolla Playhouse. I have seen the show on Broadway and while it was amazing, I would do anything to see footage from the world premiere. I could not afford a trip to San Diego last year, but I did read all of the reviews, and the major takeaways I had were that the show was longer, there were more songs and characters (justice for randy fr) and i believe dally’s death was different? i also really want to see the original original cast, you know? Anyways, if anyone has a bootleg or knows where I can find one (because let’s be real, there has to be footage out there) PLEASE LET ME KNOW IM BEGGING

Edit: I do have an audio recording of the Broadway version and I will trade it for this bootleg if that’s what it takes

[f1nalboys]

100 random dialog prompts (If you're still doing it)

18. Randy.

I need him being a loser boy keeping a pic of reader he uh...uses 🥴

UR A GENIUSSSSSS did this for u and u only fr i had sm fun writing this >:))) not edited at ALL im too lazy and my laptop is almost dead so <3 good luck everyone!!

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

“Is that a picture of me?!”

“It’s not what it looks like!”

Randy could die. One second his hand is wrapped around his cock, his head tilted to the side as he stares at the worn polaroid in his hand, and the next you’re standing in his doorway with a shocked look on your face. The photo had slipped out of his hand as he struggled to cover himself with his blanket and it had floated gracefully onto the floor in front of you, your wide smile front and center before your very feet. “I-It’s not, listen, I know how this looks-” He stumbles over his words, his cock painfully hard, twitching under the covers as he stares you down. 

You bend down and pick up the photo, looking back at him and cocking an eyebrow before holding it out to him between your thumb and pointer. “Well, it looks like this is a photo you took of me at your party last month.” You say, and he grimaces. His face is bright red, his freckled shoulders are hunched towards his pink ears, and he can barely make eye contact with you. “And it looks like you were jerking off.” You continue, and Randy’s eyebrows twitch together; you don’t sound angry. You should be angry. “And it looks like you were jerking off to the photo of me.”

“Ok… so it might look exactly like that…” He admits with a nervous laugh, watching as you walk towards him. “Look, Y/N, I am so sorry, seriously! I-I’ve never even done something like that before, I don’t know what came over me!” Randy’s eyes widen, his nose turning a shade darker as you grab ahold of the thin blanket he had thrown over his lap when you walked in, tossing it back. His cock is still hard, the tip leaking pathetically, and he goes to cover himself. “What are you- oh fuck.” 

His voice cracks slightly as you wrap your hand around his cock, a grin on your face as you sit on the edge of his bed. “Oh, I’m sure that’s true.” You say sarcastically as you begin to stroke him, setting a steady pace, using his precum as lube. Randy’s hips are bucking up into your tight fist, steady and low moans falling past his swollen lips, his eyes darting between your hand and your face, completely at your mercy. “I’m sure you’ve never done that before. Never came home after hanging out with me and came over the picture,” 

Randy lets out a whimper. You were teasing him, calling him out on the lie he had told you once again. “N-never,” he reaffirms, choking on the word as you tighten your grip around him. He’s close already, your hands so soft compared to his. “Oh fuck, don’t stop… please? Please, I’m so close, Y/N.” He whines through his teeth and you can’t help but laugh when his eyes fill up with tears as your hand slows. “No, no! Don’t stop!”

“You lied to me. Tell me the truth and I’ll keep going.”

“I didn’t lie!”

“Randy, tell me the truth or I stop fucking touching you.”

Your words hang heavy in the air and he swallows heavily, looking at you with pleading eyes. When your face doesn’t change and there’s no sign of you cracking. His eyes close, the tear that had been building in his eye sliding down his cheek, as he begins to babble. “Okay, okay, fuck. I…I have done it before, a few times. A lot, honestly. Fuck, every night we hang out, sometimes when we havent seen each other in a while.” 

He’s starting to babble and you want to keep going but you wait, tilting your head at him as he opens his eyes, the words spilling from his lips, desperate to feel your hand move around him again. “I think about you all the time, you know? I can’t help it; even when I try to think about someone else, I… I can’t cum unless it’s you.” He whines, swallowing heavily. “God, fuck, I’m so close, Y/N, please… I-I’m sorry I lied, I shouldn’t have, m’just embarrassed at how fucking turned on you get me. Too fucking beautiful, you know? So fucking sexy, oh god.”

He grunts, his hips jerking upwards just once, urging your hand to move. You grin, leaning in and whispering in his ear. “Let’s see how much you’ve been wanting this then, alright, Ray?”

[hooked-on-elvis]

"My Boy" (1973-1974)

Recorded on December 13, 1973 at Stax Studios, Memphis · Released on March 20, 1974 · Album: Good Times

MUSICIANS Guitar: James Burton, Johnny Christopher, Charlie Hodge. Bass: Norbert Putnam. Drums: Ronnie Tutt. Piano & Organ: David Briggs, Per-Erik Hallin. Vocals: Kathy Westmoreland, Mary (Jeannie) Greene, Mary Holladay, Susan Pilkington, Voice, J.D. Sumner & The Stamps. OVERDUBS Guitar: Dennis Linde, Alan Rush. Percussion: Rob Galbraith. Piano: Bobby Ogdin. Organ: Randy Cullers. Vocals: Ginger Holladay, Mary Holladay, Mary Cain.

RELEASES In March 1974 "My Boy" was first released on the album "Good Times", and in January 1975 the song came out as Side-A single (backed with "Thinking About You".

The master of “My Boy” was lengthened by splicing on a repeat of the last section.

"MY BOY" — LYRICS Songwriters: Bill Martin/Phil Coulter/Claude Francois/Jean-Pierre Bourtayre You're sleeping son, I know But really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy I know it's hard to understand Why did we ever start? We're more like strangers now Each acting out a part I have laughed, I have cried I've lost every game Taken all I can take But I'll stay here just the same Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Sleep on, you haven't heard a word Perhaps it's just as well Why spoil your little dreams Why put you through the hell Life is no fairy tale As one day you will know But now you're just a child I'll stay here and watch you grow Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Yeah, because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy Oh, because you're all I have

--

TAKES · FROM FIRST TO MASTER

THE TAKE 2 Studio Sessions for RCA · December 13, 1973: Stax Studios, Memphis Please, read what Ernst Jorgensen says about the moment "My Boy" was being recorded, and listen to the take. -- The next night Elvis began with a song from his live repertoire, “My Boy,” which had been included in the August Las Vegas show. The song told the traumatic tale of losing a child through divorce, but Elvis wanted to be done with it fast. When Felton pushed for a third take, he exploded: “I told you to get this goddamn thing in two takes. I can’t sing it no more.” Take three was actually better; it lacked the long fade out Felton wanted, but he knew better than to ask for another, confident that he could loop it in mixing to get the effect he wanted. Excerpt: "Elvis Presley, A Life in Music: The Complete Recording Sessions" by Ernst Jorgensen. Foreword by Peter Guralnick (1998) -- So, when I first read this part of Jorgensen's book I hadn't listen to that take yet, but now that I did I don't take Elvis' comment as "he exploded", do you? If that was Elvis exploding, I have to reconsider a lot of the stories about his supposed short-tempered moments. Just saying. He sounded pretty like just casually commenting rather than snapping at Felton like the description of the moment made it look like. Still, I personally think that comment came for a reason, maybe EP was too polite - or too embarrassed - to show how affected by the lyrics of that song he was. Below is the take two alone, if you prefer to go straight to the point go to min. 3:50.

Elvis and Lisa Marie Presley at Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, TN, on February, 1968. ♥

I must have been the only person in the fandom who hadn't seen this picture before. So cute! I'm meltinnnggg! Is it real? Looks edited, IDK. Anyway, what are your thoughts about Elvis' recording of My Boy? Do you think it had a meaning to him?

[boysborntodie]

Johnny/Cherry parallels

I had always noticed the parallels between Bob and Dally, both of them being direct foils to each other, but whilst analysing them, I noticed that two other characters were also set up as foils (whether intentionally or not), especially in regard to their relationships with both the aforementioned boys. I wanted to dive deeper into that.

1) Their relationship with Bob

Bob, despite being a major character with his death being the catalyst for the events of the novel, only appears in two scenes. Anything else about him we know is from accounts by Johnny, Cherry and Randy. 

Through his relationship with Johnny, we see him at his worst; A cruel, violent and callous person who had hurt Johnny to such an extent that Ponyboy remarks that Johnny would kill if someone tried to hurt him like that again, long before he actually proved it. As the novel is from Ponyboy’s POV, and this is the side of Bob that he showed Greasers, we mostly trust Johnny’s accounts and the few glimpses of Bob we see.

However, Cherry (and Randy) tells us of a different side of him, one more positive and sympathetic. Cherry recognizes Bob’s faults, but she also knew him to be friendly, nice and someone worth looking up to. 

This isn't much to remark on in itself, until you take Dally into consideration.

2) Their relationship with Dally

Dally is essentially Bob, but lower-class. Like Bob, he’s mean and violent (He had been arrested, he got drunk, he rode in rodeos, lied, cheated, stole, rolled drunks, jumped small kids--- he did everything), but because we see him in Ponyboy’s POV and his relationship with Johnny, we know first-hand of Dally’s capability of goodness and his better qualities, in a way we aren’t privy to Bob’s. 

Cherry states that she’s scared of Dally, and, while a part of her is attracted to him, she sees him as a genuinely bad and terrible person, calling him dirty and considering him one of the worst Greasers she’s seen, with Dallas’s advances and forcefulness towards her, not helping his case. It’s one of the times in the novel, we see Dally acting as mean as we’re constantly told he is. 

On the other hand, Dally is at his best with Johnny who gives him hope that goodness exists in a cruel world, and that a person who has suffered so much could still remain kind and soft. Johnny is the only person who’s able to stand up to Dally, with Dally actually listening to him, without a fight. It’s worth noting that Cherry also stands up to Dally, despite knowing what he’s capable of, something not many people do due to fear of him.

"Leave her alone, Dally." ("Huh?") "You heard me. Leave her alone.” // "Please leave us alone," she (Cherry) said. "Why don't you be nice and leave us alone?"

3) Their individual relationships with Dally and Bob 

Johnny managed an admiring grin. "You sure didn't show (that you were scared). Nobody talks to Dally like that." // She (Cherry) smiled, "From what I saw, you do."

Edit: @veggiesforpresident pointed this out the other day to me.

Dally could never love Cherry. I would be surprised if Dally loved anything//Johnny was the one thing Dally loved

(Not to make it about Jally but SE Hinton is kinda setting herself up at this point)

Bob is to Cherry as Dally is to Johnny. Both of them recognize their faults and shortcomings, without being blinded by their biases towards them. But at the same time Johnny and Cherry describe these men who are so upfront about their cruelty and callousness, as capable of admirable qualities. 

Johnny and Cherry are both great judges of character, have strong morals and are extremely observant, being able to see things others are blind to, so Ponyboy, while incredulous to both of their statements, having a strong dislike for the boys, is contemplative of it.

"Dally's okay," Johnny said defensively. "He's tough, but he's a cool old guy." // “You only knew his (Bob’s) bad side. He could be sweet sometimes, and friendly.”

"Yeah... in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess," Johnny said slowly, "but one night I saw Dally gettin' picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin' him for breakin' out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin' an eye or even denyin' it. That's gallant." // “I know I'm too young to be in love and all that, but Bob was something special. He wasn't just any boy. He had something that made people follow him, something that marked him different, maybe a little better, than the crowd. Do you know what I mean?”

Another unrelated parallel is that, like Johnny stood up to Dally, Cherry can and will call out Bob if she thinks he crosses a line.

"Leave her alone, Dally." ("Huh?") "You heard me. Leave her alone.” // "Cherry looked mad. "A little (drunk)? You call reeling and passing out in the streets 'a little'? Bob, I told you, I'm never going out with you while you're drinking, and I mean it. Too many things could happen while you're drunk. It's me or the booze."

Cherry’s fear of Dally parallels Johnny’s fear of Bob. While it can be argued that Dally didn’t hurt Cherry like Bob did Johnny, he crosses her boundaries, speaks derogatory of her and verbally torments her (in the movie, he forcefully grabs her, so for once, movie!Dally is actually worse than book!Dally), to the point Johnny, who is known as non-confrontational, intervenes.

4) Their relationships with Ponyboy

Johnny and Cherry are special amongst the entire cast, for their mostly positive relationship with Ponyboy, the protagonist and narrator of the novel. Apart from Soda, they’re the only two people Ponyboy feels comfortable and able to be himself with. 

"I know," I said. "Well," I said, thinking this over, "you ain't like any of the gang. I mean, I couldn't tell Two-Bit or Steve or even Darry about the sunrise and clouds and stuff. I couldn't even remember that poem around them. I mean, they just don't dig. Just you and Sodapop. And maybe Cherry Valance." 

But Johnny and I understood each other without saying anything. Nobody but Soda could really get me talking. Till I met Cherry Valance.

They both appreciate and admire Ponyboy’s intellect, innocence and sensitivity, despite people usually thinking of such qualities as useless and signs of weakness and naivety. While others like Two-Bit and Darry also do, Cherry and Johnny are more upfront about it and think of them as Ponyboy's strengths.

“Stay gold, Ponyboy.”

‘When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.’

//

"You read a lot, don't you, Ponyboy?" Cherry asked. "-I'll bet you watch sunsets, too."

“You're a nice kid, Ponyboy. Do you realise how scarce nice kids are nowadays?”

Unrelated and I don’t have much to say on it, but these two scenes are fairly similar, with Ponyboy snapping at Cherry and Johnny respectively, after they say their thoughts which go against his current views whilst he’s emotional and upset, which end up changing further in the novel (Darry hating him/Bob being an irredeemable person).

“An' you can shut your trap, Johnny Cade, 'cause we all know you ain't wanted at home, either. And you can't blame them." // "I wouldn't want you to see him. You're a traitor to your own kind and not loyal to us. Do you think your spying for us makes up for the fact that you're sitting there in a Corvette while my brother drops out of school to get a job? Don't you ever feel sorry for us. Don't you ever try to give us handouts and then feel high and mighty about it."

5) Their roles and understanding of societal roles

Apart from Ponyboy, Johnny and Cherry are the characters who most despise the existence of the Greasers and Socs dynamic, the rampant classism in Tulsa which victimises both sides of the class division, especially children, and the societal roles forced upon them.

“I’ll kill myself or something (when talking about the Socs).” “It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs” // “We’ve got troubles you (Ponyboy) haven’t even heard of. You want to know something? Things are rough all over.”

"Useless... Fighting's no good" // "I can't stand fights... I can't stand them"

Whilst most other people think of them as unfair, they also accept it as a part of life. Cherry and Johnny represent those who can’t just accept it, but also can’t do anything against the system or to save themselves from it and are destined to live and die as a byproduct of this system, rather than escaping it. After a life of abuse and trauma, Johnny dies before he is ready to, while Cherry still adheres to societal norms, and is forced to hide her true self, as shown as she ignores Ponyboy at school. 

They’re also set as foils to Ponyboy who is an anomaly among Greasers and Socs, and, like them, understands that the class dynamics of Tulsa should not be considered as just a part of life, instead recognising how they hurt everyone, turn kids against each other and cause prejudices that blind them from seeing their humanity. But Ponyboy has the power to not only escape Tulsa and its classism someday but also to actually act against it, by writing the Outsiders.

[trashisstillhere]

randy meet scorpion

Here ya go

Scorpion has his Klassic look this time as well

I couldn’t think of any dialogue so you can imagine some yourself but yeee

Edit: oh and btw, I’m not gonna take any more requests, I only did this quickly today.. so don’t do so please because even if you do, I won’t be doing it. Just to let ya know

[pignipplez]

I feel like doing a brain rant dump.

so ima do it 🥺💫🌟✨⭐️

(I have a fever and am out of my mind rn so bare with me 😋☺️💕)

Okay so I’m gonna try to explain some of my head cannon lore shit.

Craig, Red, and Stan are all cousins.

Okay so Jimbo, Laura, Red’s mum, and Randy are all siblings. Jimbo is the oldest and he has a different mom to all of them. Laura and Red’s mum are the only two full bio siblings they have a different dad to all of them. Then lil Randy the youngest of them all has Jimbo’s dad and The 2 girls mum as his parents. So Jimbo and Randy are half siblings 🤑 (edit: so are Laura and Red’s mum I’m a dumbass 💀)

Jimbo doesn’t really hang out with Red or Craig’s family because he was already out of the house when Randy was born and his dad got remarried that’s why really only Stan and Shelly see Jimbo.

Nobody knows what day Craig was born on so he got to pick his birthday. So genuinely he could be older or younger than Red or Stan they will never truly know but Craig likes to think he’s to oldest.

Oh yeah Craig was adopted when he looked to be around 2. He’s Peruvian 🥺💕✨

Red is 1 year older than the rest of the 4th graders because she was held back in 3rd grade.

Sharon is Mexican and Brazilian so Stan is a little Half-blood 😝 (please don’t take half-blood in a wrong way I am one too and I find it quite hilarious😢)

Oh yeah so Randy’s Dad (forgot his name) is a buttload older than his mom (oh and Billy finally killed him giddy 🥳) He is ginger ❤️

(This means Stan has the ginger gene in his blood.. spooky)

They have little monthly meet ups and eat food.

Oh and Thomas and Red’s dad were friends in high school (I love giving unnecessary lore 💋)

Okay I’m done I think I might add more lore later 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫

Bie bye 🐺🖤

[roadkillremi]

Your favorite persons back and is here to ask more a sweeter more better request, Randy and reader making a cute little video document of their relationship

Of course!!!

Director

Randy X Reader

Masterlist

Summary : Randy had to make a short film for you. He made a documentary based on your relationship with him as a gift for one year.

Warnings : Mentions losing virginity (Characters are 18+), language, crying, mentions blood and stitches.

Randy grabbed the video camera and sat beside you on the couch. You glance over at him, "What is it now?" you tease. He looks over at you, "I wanna make a documentary about our relationship.".

"For us?-" you asked sitting up towards him. He nodded, "yeah like a memento.". You smiled, "Why though?". He shrugged, "I just want something to remember us when we're old.". he smiled. You smiled back and gave him a quick peck, "Fine.".

That's how it began, Randy following you with a video camera. You'd be eating lunch and glance up to see him recording you.

"why do you need to see me eating my lunch?" You muttered with food in your mouth. He just smirked and zoomed in, "because... it's ground breaking." He joked. You gave him a look before returning to eat your food. It was like this for months, him filming you. You'd ask him to see it when he was done but he shook his head.

"why not?" You whined. He just smirked, "Because it's not the time...". You rolled your eyes and just stared at him, "Please..".

"Nope. I'm not done editing it." He leaned in and kissed you softly. You looked up at him, "When can I see it?".

"About a week." He kissed you again this time more passionately.

The whole week took forever. The days went by slower as you counted it down. Randy would tease you by going, "3 more days...". Once the day came you arrived at his door. He automatically opened it knowing you were there. He smiled, "Ready?. You nodded and walked in, "Born ready.".

His living room was dimly lit, there was a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. You sat down and looked over at him.

"you can't.. laugh at me." He whispers.

"I would never." You reassure him. He takes the VHS tape and puts it in the player. He quickly went to sit beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders.

The TV went blue before it played. It showed a chair and a beige wall. Randy then walked into the frame and sat in it.

"Hi. If you're watching this. We've dating for a year. And that's bat shit crazy." His eyes widen .

"So here is my movie for you." He smiled.

The scene cut to both of you in the waiting room of the hospital. You glanced over at him then at the camera.

"We got matching stitches" you wiggled your eyebrows. He smiled, "Cause we're cool." Randy added.

"we quite literally survived a horror movie." You corrected. He smiled awkwardly, "how does it feel to be a final girl?".

"Great. How do you feel, final boy?" You bumped your shoulder into his playfully. He smiled, "my shoulder hurts like shit but, I'm fine.". It cut to another scene of you two cleaning your shoulder stitches. You were in your bra and pajama pants slowly peeling off the bandage wincing in pain. Randy immediately put the video camera on the counter. It showed the two of you from the reflection of the mirror.

"Hey, you gotta be careful..." he sounded concerned. You looked up at him, "I know. It keeps bleeding out.." you complain. He sighs and grabs the alcohol rub and a bandage. Your eyes widened at the alcohol rub, "we gotta clean it." Randy glanced at you. He put some on a rag and gently tapped your wound. You hissed at the sting, "I'm sorry. You can clean mine.." he offered.

"how romantic.. clean each other's battle wounds. Consider me swooned." You teased. He smiled, "Better be.". He took the medical tape and taped the bandage.

"all better." He kissed your cheek. You looked at him, "Your turn!". He grinned and took his shirt off. His bandage didn't have as much blood. You gently took it off and cleaned it. He watched you closely, "Stop staring at me, Meeks.".

"You're just so pretty... Especially in just your bra." He joked. You rolled your eyes, once you were finished bandaging him you kissed his cheek. He picked up the camera from the counter and it cut again.

It cut to you laying in his lap watching TV. You weren't paying attention at first until you looked over.

"Randy.." you groaned. He smiled, "Hey sleepy girl..".

"I'm not sleepy I'm just watching the movie." You defended. He smirked, "oh really? I swear I saw your eyes close for a couple seconds.".

"that's called blinking moron-" you laughed. He smiled back down at you, he placed the video camera to the side. The frame was lopsided, it showed Randy grabbing your body. He sat you up on his lap, your eyes were wide as you stared down at him.

"Randy.." you softly spoke. Your hand was on top of his. He looked at you, "I'm ready.". He then smiled and grabbed the camera cutting it to the next video.

Randy held it shakily and then made a goofy smile. He panned it over to you, you laid in his bed covered in blankets. You then glanced at the camera and rolled your eyes, "Seriously?!" You laughed. He smiled, "tell the camera." He grinned.

"He lost his virginity." You stared into the camera. You grinned softly and sat up taking the camera. It panned over to him, " How do you feel?" You smiled at him. He smirked, "Like a changed man." He smiled back.

It cuts to you look at movies choices at Bradley's Video. It didn't seem you were paying attention to him at all. He snuck up on you causing you to jump.

"You bitch!" You shouted. He laughed, "I couldn't help it.".

Another cut. It was you cooking him dinner for the first time.

You took a Shakey breath while watching the whole film. It was scene after scene of you two together. From Prom, to graduation, to college acceptance letters. You eyes went blurry with tears, you sniffled softly.

"Why are you crying?" Randy asked leaning close to you. You looked at him, "Good tears...". He smirked, "I.. I love you..". You smiled at him a small tear rolling down you cheek.

"I love you too.." you took a second to catch your breath. You looked back at the TV "so this whole time..".

"it was for this." He moved your hair out of your face. You gazed into his bright blue eyes. He looked down at you, "Thank you..".

"Of course.. I love you, Y/N. I.. I know I can be a bit of an asshole. But I wanted to show you what I see ya know?" He motioned to the TV. You nodded, "I just got you tickets to see the movie From Dusk Till Dawn.". More tears fell, he hugged you close to his chest.

"That's great! I can't wait to see it with you!" He smiled. You smiled at him, "it's not too little?". He shook his head, "No. It's perfect.". He hugged you tighter and kissed the top of your head.

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Hi! I study law and wanted to know more about your death row outsiders au! :) Is Cherry defending him as a lawyer? Also how did he get off of death row? Was he exonerated? Was his case overturned?

Oh boy-I don’t study law so please lmk if anything I’m saying doesn’t really sound right-

Okay so I kind of think Cherry would try to clear his name like she did in the book? She’s not a lawyer herself but she managed to get her family to pay for a pretty good one on behalf of Ponyboy and the Curtises. I’m not sure if that can be how it works since like…I’ve obviously never been in this kind of situation, but I think that since the Curtises can’t exactly afford their own, either 1. Cherry would pay for one or 2. The state would probably just assign someone to the case, but regardless, they managed to convict Pony because of their own biases against hoods and greasers and such, even if he as wrongfully convicted. Another thing is I feel like the Socs tried to contaminate some of the evidence (i.e. the switchblade) to try and make it look even more obvious that Pony was guilty. The reason there doing this too is pretty much because they already lost Johnny, so they wanted to get rid of Pony who “also played a part in the murder”-from what I’ve read the death penalty wasn’t made illegal for minors until somewhere between the late 1970s to the early 2000s, (EDIT-Just read that it was 1988 that people under 15 at the time of their crime were exempt from the death penalty so yeah, Pony will be 15 or so)

I’m not sure how the whole lawyer thing would work-ai think that while Darry and Soda are trying to get Pony exonerated, Cherry and even Randy would get him lawyers to try and get him at the least a stay of execution. I know that the death penalty bong carried out has an average of 10-15 years of being carried out but I think they’d want Pony gone as soon as possible because of personal biases and such—at least that’s how it was supposed to work in this au-Pony and his brothers/Cherry and Randy even tried to send in appeal after appeal and some of them got far enough—he did get a stay of execution for a few days which he thanks his lucky stars for, but I think that he just ends up being exonerated because I think usually when cases happen like this where the person is still guilty but they’re also “not suitable for the death penalty” they get life without parole (i think) but I think he gets exonerated like…the day of his execution, when he’s already strapped to the chair with the hood over his head

I’ll admit I have to do a lottttt of research about the actual legality and stuff since my morbid curiosity with death row comes more from how the executions work and stuff like that-like i’m pretty sure in oklahoma at least there were different forms of execution back then but that doesn’t matter-i hope i got at least like…part of the legal stuff right? Feel free to correct me if I haven’t!

I dunno, I just kind of have a morbid curiosity for this kind of thing-that probably makes me sound weird, huh? abut I dunno, I thought this AU could have a lot of potential-I know of one case where someone was sentenced to the gas chamber but was found innocent so I’m loosely basing it off that? It’s still a work in progress tho