#but this movie really drove me nuts

[picorimori]

they do that in earthbound-like games also where they try to emulate the essence or whatever and miss it. They can’t get the quirkiness right

[novasdarling]

Hawks requests you say??? How about yan hawks with a darling that has been kidnapped for like a month or two now. Darling has been getting a bit bored so hawks is giving them freedoms (like outside time, getting to choose what movie they watch etc.), in exchange for physical and verbal affection. Like darling gets to choose the movie if they cuddle with him for the entire thing.

He would, so many yanderes would, but him especially. Hey, it's a win-win for him. Gets what he wants and sees reader happy.

I rushed it at the end a little sorry!

Give and Take

TW: Kidnapping, Dubcon, Smut, Broken Bones, Female Reader, Stockholm Syndrome

The room was dull, with little decor in it. Hawks had stated it was cause he didn't like when rooms were too busy. He was worried he would bump into something. Bang his wings against a shelf or table. Meaning any decor you wanted to make the place feel like anything other than a jail cell was limited. Hawks had allowed you to decorate certain rooms. Let you bring a few things from your own place. Items he had managed to go back and get. A few picture frames, books, and a few other trinkets. Yet, it was still limited. You couldn't stand looking at the plain walls and bare rooms. The same thing, day in and out. It drove you nuts.

The worst was when it was a nice day out. Sun shining, and a warm breeze. A day you wouldn't be able to actually enjoy. You weren't allowed out, even after all this time he was still worried you would run. You learned your lesson the last time you tried. The memory of hearing your bones snap under his hands still haunted you. A punishment that made its marks on your mind. You hadn't run since then.

You were seated in the living room. On the huge sofa, he had ordered before he brought you home. For the sole purpose of its size, large and soft. Perfect for afternoon naps with each other and movie night cuddles. Words that made you want to puke once. Kicking and screaming when he dragged you to it on those nights. After some time, you eventually became indifferent to it. Though on days when he was out busy saving the city. You could enjoy the softness of it. The comfort it brought when it was just you on it.

"Sweetie, I'm home."

Of course, the comfort never lasted long. Hawks was practically singing those words as he opened the front door. Locking the multiple locks behind him. Most needing a key only he had. Before you would grow angry and hopeless as each lock clicked shut. Now, there was only a gentle laugh leaving your lips. The locks weren't what was keeping you in anymore.

"How was your day." Hawks had made his way to you, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Same as always. Boring, nothing to do."

"That's unfortunate."

Hawks didn't care to hear you complain. He never did, shutting you down before you could go any further. Now, if you had a complaint. It was short and vague. Something he could hear before interrupting. Something you could slip in before he shut you down.

"It's really nice outside." You were staring out at the patio.

"I guess, though a bit too hot for my liking. I was sweating all day."

That was a lie. He was just saying that to keep you from asking to go out. From asking to go on the patio like you used to do. You had no idea why he was so reluctant to let you on it. It was completely blocked off from other apartments. No other patios could see in. Plus you two were at the top of the building. No one could look down in on it. There was no way you could call for help, that anyone would see you. You were curious if he would ever let you on it, or if it just was for show now. A reminder even in your "home", you weren't welcomed in some areas.

"What's the point of having a balcony if you won't let me use it."

"Oh, well I never use it myself anyway. Just came with the place."

"Keigo" He preferred when you used his real name. A small form of vulnerability he shared with you. "You have a whole patio set out there. You're telling me you never used it?"

Hawks gazed at the furniture out there, then back at you. He didn't like the look you gave him. One that told him you had him. No one owned several outdoor chairs, a table and umbrellas when they didn't use them. Not to mention from what you could see. Some of the chairs looked quite used.

"Well," He was thinking of a comeback. "It's too dangerous for you out there."

That was a lie. You tried to argue with him. Stating no one could see you out there. That you were safe. The railings were high enough that you couldn't jump. Even if he feared that, you wouldn't mind just going out with him. Letting him babysit you while you soaked in the sun. You tried to reason and bargain with him.

"I said no." His tone was telling you not to push on. "Plus, you haven't shown me you deserve it." Hawks' smile was filled with condescending intent.

That piece of shit.

The topic was dropped, but your mind raced through his words. If you were going to be here for the rest of your miserable life with him. You needed to make the most of it. Try to make things normal. Before you were simply cruising on autopilot. Not fighting him anymore, but not actively engaging in his wants and needs. Possibly, it was time things change. That you actively engaged with your new life. A thought that didn't make you want to scream and hurl insults at him like it did in the first few weeks.

The day went by as usual. Hawks got takeout from his favourite restaurant. Both of you ate, him making most of the conversation while you answered with a "that's impressive." or a "you're so good at your job." every time he paused. Compliments that made his wings puff with pride. Once these words made you nauseous, but now they were just words. They made him happy, which meant you were happy. You began to tune him out enough to listen to your thoughts. Starting to think of what he had said earlier "you haven't shown me you deserve it." and what he meant by that. You hadn't made an attempt to run in a long time. Surely that was worth something. You had been good that way, proved you wouldn't run anymore. Why did you have to prove you were good for him anyway? He was the one who kidnapped you. He was treating you like a dog. Do a trick and you'll get a treat.

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

"Oh," You had heard, at least enough to answer. "yeah, you saved someone from a hostage situation. Very brave."

Brave or attention seeking, who knows.

"Reminds me of the first time we met. When I saved you in that museum." Satisfaction was littered across his face.

How could you forget? The day that ended your life. It had been like any other day. You were a volunteer at the museum, showing a school class around. You were just trying to get some experience to get a job you actually liked.

Around each exhibit, you went. Showing relics from civilizations that didn't exist anymore. Bones of creatures that no longer roamed the earth. That was when it happened. A sudden sound of shots, people hitting the floor. The door leading in and out of the exhibit was shut and blocked. Three men yelling, brandishing guns. You weren't sure what exactly happened. All you remember is getting the kids to hide in a corner. Keeping them as far from the men as possible. It only lasted a few moments apparently. Hawks had cut their plans short. Swopping in and pinning the men with his feathers. Assuring everyone that they were safe now with that stupid smile plastered on his face. That was when you two first met. After the cops had shown up, taking over. You wanted to thank him, along with the kids that wanted to meet the mighty Hawks. He had been so sweet and kind to the kids and you. He had been charming, you could understand how so many fell for his trap. How you fell for it too.

After that day, he began to show up more and more in your life. Little bump-ins, him just showing up to the museum when you were there. You had believed his lies of wanting to make sure he hadn't missed anything, wanting to go over the scene again and again. That was the start. Then there were coffee dates, evening dates, and extravagant gifts. All until he had gotten bored of taking things at the normal pace, or in his words. Taking things slow. Before you knew what was happening. You were here, in his house with locks on every door leading out.

"That was the best day of my life, meeting you. Seeing how you cared for those kids. Putting yourself in front of them. You're one of the few truly good people out of there."

He was prompting you. You could either smile and thank him, or perhaps try something different. After all, he did say you hadn't been good. That was why you couldn't be on the patio. Couldn't have some safe freedoms.

"Thank you, but compared to what you did that day and do every day. It was nothing."

Hawks had paused eating, looking at you like he was curious about where this was going. This wasn't your usual answer. You seldom talked so much unless it was to complain or beg.

"I mean you save people every day without a second thought. Who knows what would have happened without you."

"Yeah, I guess your right. Who knows what would have happened without me." Hawks smirked like a child who was being praised for good grades. Continuing to eat his dinner, smiling throughout the rest of the meal. You had done something right.

You watched him for the rest of the evening. Noticing how much cheerier he was than usual. He was kinder and more lenient than normal. It made you begin to think of his words from earlier "you haven't shown me you deserve it." Was this what he meant, completing him, playing into his little fantasies of a perfect little couple. Like you two were in love. Indifference wasn't good enough for him anymore. It seemed like he wanted more if you were going to ask for things.

For a few weeks, you tested this theory. Complimenting him without any prompts. Kissing him before he left for work and when he got home. It was the small things that made him happy. Hawks began to give into your wants more. Letting you help pick a place to order takeout from. Allowing you to pick the movie or show for the night. He even allowed you to use the TV when he was out at work. Small things that made your cage more comfortable.

It must have been a month or two before your mind wandered to the patio. It would be a big ask, meaning something big in return would need to be given. Hawks had never pressured you for sex. No, he demanded kisses and touches, but not sex. You were glad for that, but his touches began to linger longer as the days went on. You realized it would eventually be requested, or he'd let it fester and cause a fight. Either you could wait, or take it into your own hands. It became a question not when or how you wanted it, but rather which was the better of the two choices. A big ask would need a big return.

You made your choice after a few days. Deciding to take things into your own hands. You had this chance to decide when and how sex with Hawks would go. Something for you, and something for him.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity, you found it. It was after a hard day for Hawks. He had spent half the day chasing a criminal down. One he had been looking for, for weeks. Finally, he had managed to track him. Made the arrest and was the city's hero once again. He was happy, but exhausted. Now was the time. Before you knew it, you two were on the couch, making out. He was enjoying himself, letting his hands roam. Moaning into the kiss. It was now or never. Quickly, you made your way onto his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, balancing on your knees. It was a lot, more than you had given him before. The most intimacy you had initiated. You felt Hawks pause for a moment, surprised at your actions.

"What are you-" Hawks pulled away, enough to look you in your eyes.

"I think I'm ready, I-I think I can..." You couldn't finish it, but you knew he understood.

Hawks pulled away further. Allowing himself to look at your whole face. Trying to read your expression. Hawks was a professional at reading people. He knew how to tell when people were lying, and when they were dishonest. There was none in your face. He could tell you wanted this, he just couldn't tell why.

"Ready for what? Use your words, sweetheart."

He was living for this. Living to hear you beg for him, to want him out of your own free will. Or at least as free as it could be in this situation. You told him what you wanted, that you wanted him. Oh, the look he gave you was terrifying. Full of desire, with a predatory element to it. Like he was a starved man, finally finding out his trap had worked. That finally he was going to eat tonight.

Before you knew it, Hawks had picked you up. Taking you to the bedroom. A part of you was thankful that he wasn't just going to take you on the couch. That he would offer some form of comfort for you.

The bed was soft, swallowing you whole while Hawks stood at the end of the bed. Staring down at you, as if he was waiting for you to beckon him down.

"If-If you want me to stop. Let me know, please." He was nervous, you could tell. His voice was a bit shaky.

Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome finally taking full effect, but you found his words comforting, and endearing. He was letting you have some control. The first taste of control he let you have since bringing you here.

Things had started off slow. Hawks letting you set the pace at first. Allowing you to let him know when you wanted more than just kissing, more than simple touches over the clothing. You were the one to pull him down towards you. Letting him hover over you on the bed. You were the one to deepen the kiss. The one to slide your hand under his shirt. Feeling his skin, allowing your fingers to rake over his muscles. For someone who fought for a living, his skin was somehow so soft. Leaning further in, wanting more of him. He felt soothing like this was something you two had done times before. It felt familiar.

Hawks was hovering over you, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He was being needy, and desperate, but you could tell he was holding himself back. He was waiting for you to allow him more.

Your fingers began to slightly lift his shirt, trying to get him to remove it. It wasn't long until Hawks was stripped of his shirt, and moved onto his pants. Leaving him just in his boxers. Even if some part of you still wanted to fight him day and night, you couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. It was clear why he had so many fans, especially those who ogled him. He had the charm and the looks.

His hands were back on you, helping you move further up the bed until you both lay in the middle. His lips quickly attached themselves to your neck. Kissing and sucking any spot he could get to. You couldn't help but moan when he laid his lips on one spot. Even if you were about to have sex with him, it embarrassed you to enjoy his touches so much.

Hawks' hands were beginning to move under your clothes. Trying to peel them off, though he refused to let his lips part from your skin. Stopping his efforts. You couldn't help, but laugh. His movements weren't smooth. They were rushed and needy as he finally parted from your neck. Getting your shirt and pants off. Leaving you just in your underwear. Hawks had rarely seen you naked. He had given you your space when you changed, or when you bathed. Leaving the room or turning around. But now he was staring shamelessly. His eyes were wide as he watched as you sat up on the bed. Him kneeling beside you while you used your elbows to prompt you up.

"Is-is something wrong?"

You couldn't understand why he was pausing now.

"No" He was now leaning over you, slowly pushing you back down on the bed. "Of course not. It's just that, that I've never seen someone as beautiful as you before." Leaning down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "How am I so lucky to have you."

He was sweet talking you, but this was different than his normal flirting. It seemed more meaningful. He wasn't just flirting to bother you, to make you flustered. He wasn't using the charm he put on for the camera. This wasn't an act. This was him. Awkward and attempting to be meaningful. He wasn't being Hawks, he was Keigo with you now.

It wasn't long until he was pulling his boxers down. Letting you see just how hard he was just from kissing. You'd never seen him bare, at least not on purpose. He wasn't small, but he seemed more reasonable. Having more width than length. You followed suit and took off your underwear. You both were fully bare now. Both ready for things to move forward, yet unable to push it. Staying in place for a few moments. Hearts pounding, until Hawks made the first move. His fingers finding their place in between your legs. Letting them play with the fat of your inner thigh before moving up. Sliding his fingers up and down between your folds. Getting you used to his touch, getting you used to him being so intimate. It wasn't long until his fingers found their way into you. He was slow, letting only one finger in. Taking his time to allow you to adjust. You closed your eyes, taking in his touch fully. He felt good, it felt nice to have him touching you in a way you wanted. He was doing this to make you feel good. As his finger began to slowly pump in and out of you. Warming you up, getting you ready for him. It wasn't long until he was able to move a second finger in. He was slow. Watching your face to see if you showed any discomfort. Trying to make sure you enjoyed this as much as him. The oddness and discomfort were fading away. It was beginning to feel nice. You were enjoying it and there was nothing you could do to hide the moans escaping your lips. If only your eyes were open to watch how Hawks was looking at you. To see how he marvelled at you. The way he looked at you, reading every little change in facial expression. Wanting nothing more than to give you everything.

It wasn't long until Hawks had his mouth back on you. This time in between your legs. Kissing your inner thighs before attaching his lips to your clit. Your hands gripped the sheets. Trying to ground yourself. Hawks had always put on such a front, acting like your comfort and needs would come second as long as his were met. This time, your needs seemed to be first.

Your back was arching. You were pushing your body lower. Trying to get closer to his mouth. Wanting more. Both his fingers and mouth were making you feel amazing. His name left your lips. Begging for more. You could feel his smile against your skin. He was enjoying this perhaps more than you.

It wasn't long until the feeling in your stomach started. The heaviness of it, like it was begging to be released. He was bringing you closer and closer. You needed it so badly. You hadn't realized, but a "please" had left your lips. Making Hawks pump his fingers slightly faster. Hitting your spot. Tipping you over the edge. Making you finish on his mouth.

You still had your eyes closed, trying to level out your breathing before looking at him. Even with your eyes closed, you knew what look he would have on his face. A smile bigger than anything you'd seen. It would be full of pride. What you missed what how his mouth and chin were now covered in you. Something he was immensely proud of.

"You liked that?"

Of course, he would need you to confirm it. He knew the answer but wanted you to admit it. Wanted you to acknowledge that Hawks the hero, Keigo the kidnapper, could make you feel like this. Could make you cum on his tongue.

Nodding was enough for him. He made his way back on top of you, hovering over you. If only you could see how hard he was. How badly he wanted you. How precum was now leaking from him.

Your eyes shot open when he began to push in. Although he had warmed you up, you were still trying to adjust. It didn't hurt, rather it felt good. Inch by inch he pushed into you. His lips on yours, swallowing your moans. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

Once he was fully in. He took a moment before he began to move slowly. Pumping in and out of you. It didn't take long for Hawks to get carried away. He couldn't help, but begin to move faster. Letting his head rest on your neck. Moaning into your skin. He was desperate. Frantic for his own release. His hands sliding under you, grabbing at your ass. Trying to lift you further into him. Mumbling into your skin, praises, rants about how long he's waited. Any type of restraint was gone. He was back to now seeking his own release.

It didn't hurt, rather it felt good. More than you were ready for, but moans still left your mouth. Your hands went to his back. Settling by the base of his wings. Letting your fingers stroke the base. Causing Hawks to shudder and moan at the feeling. Begging you to do it again.

It must have only lasted a few minutes because before you knew it. Hawks had grunted into your neck and his body twitched before stilling. He laid on top of you for a bit. You wanted to laugh, you found it amusing how the oh-great Hawks didn't last long in bed. But in some odd way, it was endearing. To have such a man fall so easily.

Hawks got both of you cleaned up before getting back into bed. It would be stupid to ask for anything right now. He would see it as a betrayal. That you were just using him. You would wait till later. Hoping it would work. Tomorrow evening perhaps, when you had the energy. For now, you would just curl into him. Enjoying this moment.

[shima-draws]

Watched the MLB movie and I just. I WANT to gush about it but the fact that Marinette’s regular voice actor and her singing voice actor sound SO different just took me out of it every time and left me feeling very disengaged;; At least Adrien’s singing voice kind of sounds like his speaking voice (and Gabriel’s is 👌 bc my king Keith Silverstein can actually sing and he can sing REALLY fucking well) but Marinette’s. The voices are COMPLETELY different and it threw me off every single time. Like obviously her singing voice is really good and I understand why they picked that person to do her songs but bro you could have at least TRIED to get someone that sounds similar to Cristina Vee. It drove me nuts every time she sang bc I was like “That is CLEARLY a different person entirely!!”

I’m realizing this might have been a dubbing issue but still 😭 I feel like I would have enjoyed the movie way more if it didn’t look like Marinette was lip syncing the entire time bc there was such a huge disconnect between her speaking and singing voice

[nonasuch]

Can I, in fact, get you started on Yesterday? That's the movie premised on everyone just forgetting everything about the Beatles one day right?

Yes, and it drove me nuts because that’s a great premise! But it was totally wasted in a way that I found extra frustrating, because they only needed to slightly reshuffle the existing pieces and give the love interest some kind of coherent characterization, and they just. did not do that.

So like. The premise of the movie is that Jack, the main character, is a struggling musician who gets hit by a car and knocked unconscious at the exact moment of a mysterious global blackout. When he wakes up in the hospital, he discovers that he is the only person on Earth who remembers the existence of the Beatles.

It takes him a bit to realize this: he quotes When I’m Sixty-Four to his best friend Ellie at the hospital and she just gives him a weird look. When he plays a bit of Yesterday while hanging out with friends, they all freak out about how good his new song is, and he realizes that something is Weird.

There’s a fun scene where he frantically googles Beatles-related terms and comes up empty. “Beatles” turns up bugs and cars. Ringo Starr? Never heard of him. We find out that the band Oasis never existed either, and over the course of the movie there are a few more disappearances thrown in as jokes: Coca-Cola, cigarettes, and Harry Potter have also ceased to exist, or never were.

So Jack, who knows most of the Beatles catalogue by heart, and is a decent musician, decides to re-record them. And they’re instant hits, and he starts getting money and fame and record deals thrown at him, and hanging out with Ed Sheeran (played by Ed Sheeran), and going on talk shows and so on. The movie rapidly turns into a parable about the cost of fame, not letting success change you, remembering what’s more important than money and power, etc etc.

It’s just like. kind of lazy about it? and the romance plot feels both incoherent and slapdash, because Ellie has no personality and no comprehensible motivations.

Like, she’s been Jack’s music manager since they were teenagers, and she’s been convinced he was destined for greatness since she saw him play Wonderwall at a school talent show, but she also is weirdly convinced that she’s not good enough for him even before he becomes super famous. But Jack never actually stops being into her, even at the Peak Hubris part of the plot, and he eventually gives it all up and tells the world he didn’t write any of the songs as part of a big dramatic love confession. Except it’s never really clear what was holding either of them back in the first place, or why a dramatic love confession was even necessary.

So, here is how I would fix the movie.

First, the romance plot feels super tacked on anyway so let’s just resolve it earlier and give the poor girl an actual job in the plot. I’d have Jack sit Ellie down fairly early, after he’s released the first few songs and they’ve blown up but before the Fame Spiral starts, and say:

okay. look. I know this sounds nuts but either that accident caused the most specific brain damage in the history of the world, or I remember a different version of reality than everyone else, because I did not write these songs. I just remember them, and no one else does.

And the movie did actually set up a way for him to prove this, but they never used it! for some fucking reason! Because Wonderwall is the song that convinced Ellie that Jack was destined for musical greatness, and Wonderwall has also been erased. Which creates an opportunity, which the movie did not take, for a really effective scene where Jack asks Ellie what song he sang at the talent show. And she can’t answer him, which freaks her out because that’s a core memory! Thats the reason she’s so devoted to Jack in the first place!

So he starts playing her the song. And she knows she’s never heard it before, but she also knows that on some level, she recognizes it.

So from that point onwards, Ellie and Jack can be in cahoots, sharing the secret, which allows the romance to develop a lot more effectively and convincingly, and puts Ellie in a better position to talk Jack down from Fame Hubris, and allows Jack to remind Ellie that he’s not actually too good or too famous for her, because she knows he’s actually just the beneficiary of a deeply weird cosmic accident.

Also, there’s a better way to resolve the romance plot. Ellie has bafflingly low self-esteem, for reasons that are never explained, so like. please explain that, movie. But since half the romance plot is just Ellie going “I’m not good enough for you!” I do have a better resolution than what the movie did.

The only Big Dramatic Gesture Jack does comes at the very end of the movie, and it’s boring and doesn’t actually have anything much to do with Ellie — he already hates being famous by then, he wants out regardless. He needs a gesture that’s actually about Ellie, and allows them to be together and in cahoots again for the rest of the Price of Fame plot.

Which, again, the movie laid the groundwork for at the beginning, and never used.

I’d have Jack tell Ellie that he knows — is baffled by? but knows — that she thinks she ought to leave him for his own good, and that she thinks his music career is more important than her. To prove it’s not, he’s going to give her a song. A Beatles song he’s never going to record, never going to play, for anyone but her. A song that used to be one of the most famous songs in the world, but is only ever going to be theirs, hers and his, from now on.

He plays her When I’m Sixty-Four.

That does the trick: they’re together through the rest of the movie, and decide how to get Jack out of the Fame Trap together, and retire into happy obscurity together.

There is one other optional change, but it would require buy-in from Paul McCartney.

There’s already a scene in the movie — one of the best bits of the whole thing, honestly — where Jack meets an elderly John Lennon, who has never been famous and is perfectly content with his life. I think a nice epilogue would have Jack track down Paul, and find him in his back garden, planting flowers and beatifically happy.

After a short conversation in which Paul appears to have no memory of ever ever having been a Beatle, Jack leaves Paul to enjoy his retirement.

After he’s gone, as the camera pulls away and the movie ends, Paul starts to whistle When I’m Sixty-Four to himself.

[olderthannetfic]

man i really fucking hate when a show or movie has a ton of "canon" that doesn't exist in the actual media that everyone in the fandom becomes totally tied to. like, background about characters that only exist in the novelization or in interviews the creator has done or via, like development notes or old versions of scripts. it ESPECIALLY drives me nuts when something about a character's identity (religion, orientation, etc.) ONLY exists in this extra-canon, and then if you contradict that you're "erasing" their identity.

this drove me nuts in the pacific rim fandom, and it's starting to bug me in the hazbin hotel fandom too.

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As I was reading this, I was thinking, "Ah yes, Pacific Rim fandom"

[amalia-uwu]

“You are the best”

Gift Oneshot for Fudgelling-Away @fudgelling-away 💚💚💚

Sans x Female Reader

Undertale by Toby Fox. The rights go to the respective owners!

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels.

Warnings ⚠️ : light angst,

Your majesty, I offer you this oneshot.

Please my queen, accept this humble offering!

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You came home after a long day.

By the time you woke up..

Things were just going downhill. You hit your toe on the bed. Slammed your head on the table.

It started raining, the wind turned the umbrella around 5 times.

At work not only the manager was being a total jerk, some customers really tested your patience and limits. Too much work paperwork..

Of course, they spilled coffee on you cause why not? This day is already awful! What else could get wrong?

You reached your door all wet, cause someone drove over the puddle on the street as a result the muddy water splashed all over you.

...Great. Just great...

You sighed.

You stepped in.

Sans heard the door opening "Honey?" his soft masculine voice called. He sounded from the kitchen. You didn't have the strength to speak. Your eyes began watering. You felt them burning.

You stood at the door not saying a word.

He came and looked at you. His happiness turned to shock, concern, understanding..

His eyes widen "Oh". He could understand from your face that you could barely keep it together.

"Before anything else, how about you take a shower, then come talk to me? Hm? There are fresh washed clothes and hot water waiting for you. Then come eat and we will talk yes?".

You smiled clenching your teeth and silently nodded.

You left your things and went to take a shower.

You washed your hair, then filled the bathtub with hot water and let yourself relax.

The water warmed your bones and alleviated the soreness and tiredness. That gift box Sans brought you had the best fragrances.

Coconut, rose, mango, floral and many more beautiful smells.

Right now you used lavender.

Eventually you cleaned the bathroom and went to the bedroom.

You saw the clothes he picked up for you, laying neatly on the bed.

Okay, you chuckled.

The shirt was green with heart designs on it.

The pants were a darker shade of green (forest green) with pandas on them.

Your white wooly jacket, with the teddybear-like hood that neatly laid above your bed.

You got dressed and walked downstairs.

He left food for you and a glass of orange juice on the table.

Sans looked at you. You approached him and hugged him.

He hugged you back. You began crying.

Everything that had happened today, came back to slap you hard on the face.

"Bad day?" he asked softly. You nodded.

"wanna tell me what happened?".

"too much work, the manager is a total jerk. On the street someone splashed muddy water all over me, they spilled coffee and... Today is just terrible".

He caressed your hair and gave your a cheek a soft kiss.

You smiled at that.

"Hey, now it's okay! Sshh.. Look, I made you, your favorite food. We can see your favorite movie and eat the cake I baked. Sounds good?"

You broke the hug and kissed his cheekbone.

You loved how his face blushed. That faint blue hue under his eye sockets drove you nuts.

You sat down and you ate the food he made for you. "Mmm" the flavors were so good.

Sans had stopped eating, he was just watching you. He loved the way you eat.

He found you so adorable.

You looked at him. Cheeks stuffed and slightly blushed. You swallowed and said "It's delicious, thank you!"

Sans smiled, man he was adorable when he was getting shy. You wanted to put him down and kill him with kisses.

However, the lady you were. You repressed that desire.. For now.

When you both finished.

You drank the orange juice. You felt better.

You were so happy around him.

Even in bad days. You couldn't help but smile, when you were close to him.

He was the light in the darkness.

You washed the dishes and then laid on the couch.

He brought you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You laid on top of him. Your face on his sternum, listening to the soft humming of his soul.

He was warm and soft. His bones and magic made him a soft chubby teddy bear.

He threw a blanket above you; your favorite color, green.

You smiled and kissed his sternum, were his soul is..

"You are the best" you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You make me happy! Thank you sweetheart" you added.

He smiled and caressed your back. He kissed your forehead

"I'm always here for you, y/n. Don't forget that, no matter what. I am always here my starlight".

You smiled "same goes for me sans. I'm always here"

He rubbed your back as you buried your face deeper into his ribs.

"I love you sans" you mumbled and slowly closed your eyes for a nap. You had the best boyfriend in the world.

"I love you too Y/N" he whispered.

This day had a good conclusion after all. You were happy!

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The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[iluvtreyparker]

Backstage

~you make a point to meet Trey after the DVDA concert~

*smut (awww)

For whatever reason, he was always on your mind. Trey fucking Parker. You hadn’t the slightest really why it was him, but he just had something special. Was it the way he flawlessly crafted comedy? How he made it so smooth it almost seemed easy, like it was something feasible for even you to produce. And you found yourself yearning to be like him, admittedly making failed attempts at his strengths, revealing to you just how special his mind really was. As if he wasn’t already causally and humbly genius, there was just something about his voice. It reeled you in. The tone, the cadence with which it flowed seamlessly from his lips, gracing the air with immaculate elocation. And when he sang, lord, to you it was like angels descending down from the heavens, donned in white with wings and halos, heavenly light raining down behind them as they came down on white fluffy clouds, caroling a continuous “Ahhh,” emanating sounds of holy glory. And the way in which he could weave humor between the lines of adept instrumentals of any style drove you mad. As a music student, you were impressed and intrigued by his diverse talent. But as a girl, you were turned on. You knew him and Matt had a silly little band together, as they wrote and recorded a song for their movie Orgazmo, as well as the song, What Would Brian Boitano Do, on the end credits from the South Park movie. That one drove you a little nuts to be honest. The fast pace, how hard it went, and especially the image in your mind when Trey sang “I’m gonna take off my pants, and I’m gonna make dirty love to you.” That one always elicited a giggle or a teehee.

Lo and behold, the holy grail was bestowed upon you this evening. DVDA in the lineup at a festival in your damn town. You had to go and oh god you wanted to get backstage. The thoughts started flooding in. What if I could get back there and get him alone with me. Is that possible? Is there anywhere to actually do that backstage? Maybe you could take him home. Or maybe he had a hotel room. There was no practical way you could get backstage, you thought. How did groupies ever even do that anyways? And then it dawned on you. While you went to school for music, on the side you worked for the school paper. Maybe there was some way you could act like you’re a real journalist to work your way back there. Something like that. Or maybe they’d see a little dweeb working for the school and think, “Oh how sweet, let’s let the poor thing do her little interview, yeah?” and they’d let you in out of pity because you’re such a dork. Highly likely. In the time leading up to the event you promised yourself you would devise a proper plan.

The day finally came about and you hadn’t given one serious thought as to what you might ask Trey in an interview, if an interview was even feasible. You know what you wanted to ask, “Are you free after this?” “What’s your favorite Cure song?” “How big is your dick?” “Favorite position?” “Grower?”

You almost completely doubted that you would even be able to make your way backstage, even with your so very official student journalist lanyard you had acquired from school. Student journalist, who really gives a shit? Like they’d let you backstage for that? “Yes, I am writing a piece for the school paper about the festival and I would love to be let backstage to interview, um, Trey, um, I mean DVDA, for it!” Yeah. That’s rich. As if.

You knew what you really wanted though, and maybe that was enough for you to will yourself backstage to meet Trey.

You wondered what he’d wear, how his stage presence would be. Something about a man getting into the music that he’s playing is just so attractive. Sigh, oh, Trey Parker.

The night rolled around and you donned what you considered to be the sexiest and edgiest bit of attire you could possibly muster from your closet, without looking like a total slut of course, you wanted to be just a little bit classy. You put in your earrings, and all your other accouterments like many bracelets and necklaces, you sighed and thought about Trey. You grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen and then downed a beer to ease the nerves. As much as you wanted to, you weren’t going to get totally blasted at this thing, just on the off chance your dreams came to fruition.

You arrived at the venue and you couldn’t wait, even if this didn’t work out you couldn’t believe he was real and right there and you would be seeing Trey Parker in action. You stood in the back with a drink waiting for whatever band was playing to reach the end of their set. They weren’t too bad though, you thought, maybe you’d enjoy them more if you weren’t so badly dying to see the next group. The band played their last song, the singer said thanks and goodbye and they were off the stage. You knew there would be time between the bands for getting everything set up. So, after standing around a bit, right about now had seemingly appeared to be the perfect time to quickly slip off to the bathroom, but unbeknownst to you however, it was the worst time to do so; just as you sat down you heard cheering and then speaking over the microphone. No fucking way. Your fucking timing, huh? You rushed with all the might physically possible and burst out the stall, tearing down everything in your path as you approached the crowd. You could just stand back here? No? You needed to be up front and in the action. But there he was. His lightish brown hair shining in the stage light, gripping the mic. Oh fuck. He wore a white baseball style jersey shirt and loose fitting adidas track pants, but good lord did he make it work. You came back to reality after getting lost in the trance of Trey Parker, and began pushing your way through the crowd with determination and no apology. Pushing through drunkenness and occasional clouds of weed smoke, you were getting so close to the front of the stage. Nothing felt real as you pushed on, but were immediately halted by the harsh reality of cold liquid landing on your chest.

“Shit!” You hear, “my fucking beer!”

Someone had spilled what felt like had to be their whole cup of beer all over your brand new tight, cute little crop top. Funnily enough, you weren’t wearing a bra and this altercation’s turnout only accentuated what you were packing on your chest. A bit embarrassing though, and annoying, and now you smelled like beer and were fully nipped up at the DVDA concert. Whatever, you ignored all this and continued the journey to the front. Maybe Trey likes girls with wet boobs?

You finally made it to the front and it was like the glory of the light of heaven shown down in a beam upon him. He had so much energy, bouncing around the stage, yelling and belting out silly little lines. And oh good god the way he grabbed the mic and sang into it. It was almost obscene the way he wrapped his hand around it. And his face when he sang. Sometimes he would close his eyes briefly, maybe coupled along with a scream. It’s like he knew what he was doing. Like he was doing all of it for you. The song ended and he paused a little bit, naturally though, about to go on announcing the next song and what it was about. But for a brief moment, time was stagnant and you stared up at him, wide eyed, awaiting his next move. And by the grace of god, for a fleeting second, you felt his eyes scan you, resting briefly on the sight of your wet chest, quickly followed by his eyes moving upward to meet yours. He smiled, and then went on talking about the upcoming song. Feeling his eyes on you nearly warmed up your entire body and you started feeling weak in the knees. You’re not keeling over though, you thought to yourself, not right now anyways. But then it struck you, “Holy shit?!?!” you said to yourself, “My wet ass tits?!?!?” Did Trey Parker just check you out? God bless the drunken fool who doused your tits in beer.

The rest of the concert nearly felt like a blur as you almost refused to believe what happened to have been a real interaction. Real or not, the show was coming to a close as they announced this would be their last song before Ween took the stage. Still in disbelief, you jumped and danced along and let go of everything. You wondered though if he had snuck any other glimpses of you throughout the night. You hadn’t noticed, but maybe he was sneaky?

The last song ended and your heart sank with the realization that, first of all, it was over, but also the moment you had been waiting for was quickly approaching and you had to put forth your shitty plan into action. First of all, you didn’t really know how to get backstage, though you did notice a back room door with a bouncer/security guard and thought maybe that was a safe bet. You made your way over and were met with intimidating authority and the feeling of your loss of words.

“Can’t go back there, sorry.”

“Oh, no, well it’s okay, see I’m writing a piece for the school paper about the fest and I wanted to interview some people. See,”

You flashed your shitty student badge, “I have this.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that really constitutes backstage access,” he said, “Sorry, you’re gonna have to move along.”

You protested, “Are you sure? I mean I really gotta write this thing, do I really look like that much of a hoodlum to you?”

“No, ma’am, just can’t let anyone back here if they’re not authorized.”

Just as you were planning your counter attack, the door swings open and none other than Trey Parker comes walking out. He notices the unfolding events and stops, looking at you and recognizing. He speaks:

“Oh hey! It’s wet shirt girl! What’re you doing over here?”

Oh my god??? Wet shirt girl?!!?!

“Haha… yeah… wet shirt girl…that’s me- oh, uh. I’m a… uh… journalist. Yeah.” You replied, trying not to seem like you are a crazy fan trying to break through the barricade. Even though that is exactly what was transpiring.

“Oh, okay I see. So is this guy giving you trouble?” He said jokingly.

You giggled and responded, trailing off at the end, “Well…”

“Well I was going to grab a drink, why don’t I get you one too? C’mon.” He motioned you the direction of the drink stand, proceeding to lead you in that direction by lightly placing his hand on the small of your back, and walking you that way. The two of you approached the stand.

“What do you like?” He asked.

“Oh just a plain old Miller Lite will do…”

“Beer girl, huh?”

“Yeah haha…” you giggled nervously.

He ordered your drinks and handed yours to you, “Here you go, beer girl.” He smiled.

He led you backstage where he brought you to a dressing room where the two of you chatted for a while and drank. At one point, things got quite flirty and he monitored for you to come sit in his lap. You sat down in his warm lap as he put a hand on your thigh, you felt his warmth and felt comfortable immediately. He lightly brushed the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He then leaned in, putting his hand gently on your cheek, kissing you. You leaned in back, kissing him deeply, perching your hand on his chest. You felt him sigh into your mouth as he pulled away, still spinning slightly from the heat of the kiss. He looked at his watch, “Shit.” He said, “I actually have to go meet some people in a minute, fuck.” With this he kindly let you know he was getting up, and then proceeded to scramble for a pen and piece of paper. Upon finding them, he scribbled down an address and room number and handed the scrap of paper to you.

“This is where I’m staying tonight. If you wanna come by around like 1 that would be awesome. I’d really like to see you some more.”

You felt certain you must have been drooling as he said these words to you.

You didn’t want to sound too desperate, but god, you were desperate, you wanted him so badly.

“Sounds good! I’ll be there!” You smiled.

“Here, let me walk you to your car, they can wait a few minutes longer.” He said to you, putting his arm around you, leading you out. He walked you to your car and you said your goodbyes, promising to meet later.

You truly couldn't believe this had happened. With each moment, the closer it got to 1:00, the more your heart pounded. Should you change? Should you touch up your makeup? No… just stop thinking… get yourself together.

As the time approached, painstakingly, you had waited for each passing hour, yearning for his touch and to see him again.

You arrived at the hotel. It was a lot nicer than you expected. You didn’t really know what you expected though. You searched for the room number he had given you and finally arrived at the door. You took in a deep breath, held it, then knocked.

You waited a moment.

Nothing .

Your heart sank. Should you leave? Should you knock again?

You swallowed your pride, knowing how badly you wanted him, even if it embarrassed you, and you knocked one more time.

You waited.

Nothing.

You accepted the reality that this was all crazy and he wasn’t coming to the door, you began slowly sulking away down the hall when, holy shit, you heard a door open. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to see Trey popping his head out the door, “Hey!!” He said, you rushed back over to the door.

“Sorry,” he said, “I just got out of the shower..”

You looked at him, he was shirtless with just a towel wrapped around his waist, and hair still wet. You were already horny witnessing his slightly dampened bare chest.

“I can tell, haha…” you said.

“C’mon in!” He motioned you in, shutting the door behind you.

“Lemme get some clothes on real quick, here have a drink, there’s some stuff in the fridge.” He said as he grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom.

You grabbed a drink and sipped it anxiously as you briefly paced around the room before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Finally, after a few sips, he came out.

He wore an old battered and lived in Broncos t-shirt and a pair of track pants, similar to the ones you had seen him in tonight, but you could tell these were a different pair. His hair still slightly dampened, he scratched his head and spoke, “So…” he paused for a moment and then sat next to you on the edge of the bed. He was so close you could feel his body heat and smell the freshness of his recent shower.

“The show tonight was really great by the way…” You said, somewhat awkwardly, trying to fill up the space with anything to say.

“Yeah? Thanks. Y’knowI liked the show I saw too.” He said with a light laugh, nodding towards your boobs.

You blushed.

In that instance he pulled you in, his hand on your face, pressing his lips against yours. You kiss back, slipping in your tongue and working it around against his. As you kiss you feel his hand on your head, lightly grabbing your hair as he let out a grunty sigh. His other hand worked its way up your thigh and onto your waist, squeezing it a little, then pulling you in closer to him. Within this motion he led the two of you down, still kissing, to laying on the bed; smoothly and swiftly he moved you on top of him. As you mounted him, you felt the hardened length pushing against his pants. He let out a moan into your mouth as he began bucking his hips against you as you moved yourself along his hardening bulge. He pulled away for a moment and pulled off his shirt. You put your hands on his chest, feeling a light veil of sweat beginning to form, you ran your hands down until your fingers reached his waist band and you tugged at it lightly.

“You’re eager, aren’t you?” He said with a heavy breath.

“I just know what I want is all.” You told him with a smirk.

You dug your fingers deeper, pulling down his pants slowly, very quickly he took over and ripped them off with haste, throwing them off to the side. You sat up and off to the side as he did this, but within moments he had his hands on your shoulders, quickly moving your body back to the bed, pinning you down beneath him. With your wrists under his hands, he stared at your face for a moment before leaning in to kiss you, then moving his hands all about your body. He ran his hands up your torso and then pulled off your t-shirt swiftly and with the most ease you had ever seen. He leaned in and grabbed one of your tits and then put it in his mouth, sucking and licking lightly at it as his eyes wandered up to meet yours briefly. From there, he made his way down, kissing along your torso until he met with your skirt. He hovered above you and gave your pussy a rub under your skirt briefly as he breathed heavily, looking at you with lust in his eyes before unbuttoning and sliding them off along with your underwear. He eagerly tossed them to the side, letting them land wherever the hell they landed. He immediately spread your legs and dove in, gripping your thighs as he moved his tongue around you, licking everywhere in all the right places. Lord, he knew how to move his tongue. He went in circles along your clit, occasionally poking thru to the entrance, he continued this as he eventually brought his fingers up to you, teasing you lighting but then slowly entering as he maintained licking at your clit. This alone was enough to send you into shock it seemed. He began pumping in and out and curling his fingers up while inside you. He looked up at you and asked, “How’s that, baby? Do you like that?” He said this with a focused and furrowed brow, he was intent on making you feel good.

You could barely word a response and all you said was a jumble of moans and maybe something like an “uh huh”

“Yeah, you know it’s good,” he said with a smirk.

You reached out and began rubbing and stroking his cock through his boxers, feeling it get even harder with every second, marveling at the length. All you could do was keep stroking it through his boxers and imagine how it would spring out and how it would look when he took his boxers off… and how good it was going to feel inside of you…

Unable to take it any longer you blurted out with a pleading moan, “Fuck me please, Trey, I need you inside of me.”

“Oh you’re such a little slut, aren’t you, huh?” He said as he in that moment forced his fingers deeper, really hitting THAT spot, before he pulled out swiftly and you yearned immediately for the return of his touch. He pulled away and sat back, touching himself lightly as he asked, “You want this?”

“So badly,” you pouted.

He slid down his boxers, you watched wide eyed as his surprisingly above average cock slung out. He spit in his hand and gave his cock a few strokes before coming back down closer to you, beginning to line up his length with your entrance.

“I can see how badly you want it, baby.” He said breathily with a smirk, holding back from pushing in just yet, and it was driving you insane.

“I know you’re so ready for me right now…” he boasted, “But I like seeing you squirm waiting for me.” He said almost laughing at you, knowing he was killing you.

He leaned in a little, kissing you, as he began rubbing his tip on your clit and entrance, teasing you and feeling you shiver underneath him dying for him to go inside. Within an instance though, he himself couldn’t hold back any longer and he slid himself in slowly and carefully. You took in every inch, rolling back your eyes. He let out an “ahh” as he entered, pausing briefly once he was fully inside, and slowly he began thrusting. He started slow but began picking up the pace, however he made sure not to jackhammer you seeing as he was a master at the craft and knew what you would want. As he picked up, he leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, and burying his face in your neck, kissing you.

You moaned, loving it, but said, “Please… don’t leave a hickey…”

He broke the kisses for a fleeting moment, “I won’t” he responded, going immediately back to sucking at your sensitive neck.

You knew he was going to leave a hickey or two, and as much as you thought didn’t want him to, it still made you feel a little proud and turned on to know you’d be marked by him for the next few days to come.

He put his hands on each side of your waist, pulling you into him as he continued thrusting, moaning and grunting in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he said with a concentrated visage, really laying into you.

“Oh fuck, Daddy.” You blurted out in the heat of the moment, immediately putting your hand over your mouth with embarrassment as it slipped out.

“Daddy, huh?” He grinned, “It’s okay, I think I like that, baby.”

“Do you want Daddy to fuck your brains out, hm?” He sneered.

“Mhmm,” you nodded. It’s all you could get out.

Immediately he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and began pounding deep inside you, deeper than earlier. He reached out, feeling one of your tits and he concentrated aggressively on pounding away at you. He continued this for a moment more before pulling out and then laying down, commanding you, “Get on top.”

You did as he said. You climbed on top of him, lifting up slightly and then lowering down slowly on top of him, letting him fill you up fully. You began riding,

“Fuck…” he moaned as you began picking up the pace, bouncing on top of him as he put his hands on your hips.

You could see and feel him getting closer and closer, as you were too. Before long he panted, “Shit… I’m getting close…”

“Yeah, babe?” You said, almost protesting, “I need you to make me cum.”

He pulled you down, locking lips with a fist full of your hair as he began bucking his hips to the perfect rhythm. He slid his hand down to your pussy and began rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as he continued pounding. You were losing control with this new addition and you felt yourself getting closer as the room started blurring out in the moment.

“Trey, I think I’m gonna cum.” You moaned.

“Yeah?” He said as he kept working you, “Cum for daddy, baby.”

This sent you over the edge, which in turn got him even closer as well. You felt that feeling and gave in, you did as he had told you, you were cumming for Trey Parker, feeling everything crumble around you as you rode out the high on top of him.

“I wanna cum on your tits.” He said with need in his voice

“Fuck, do it.” You replied.

You lifted off of him as he moved you down on your back on the quickly. Urgently, he entered you for a few last pumped before he groaned and pulled out, grabbing his cock and pumping it as he hovered above you, letting loose all over your chest.

“Ahhh.. fuck…” he whined as he finished up cumming all over you.

“Shit...” He said as he flopped over next to you.

“Oh shit…” he said momentarily after he came back down to earth, realizing the mess he has made on you.

“Let me grab a towel.” He said, rolling off the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

He returned back and gently wiped you clean.

“Thanks,” you giggled.

“No problem, thanks for… Y'know…” he laughed a little, “Y’know…”

“Yeah…” you giggled as well, “Yeah I mean it was alright I suppose.”

“Alright??? Shiiiiiiiit, it was pretty awesome.”

You blushed.

“C’mere,” he said, grabbing you sweetly by the shoulder and pulling you down to the bed to spoon with him. Soon the two of you drifted off into sleep.

[naamahdarling]

Are you team over or under when putting a toilet paper roll into the holder?

Over! Unless we have a cat that likes to play with it, in which case it goes under. We have only ever had one but she was merciless. For a declawed (not by us) cat, she could tear shit UP.

I know people have really strong feelings about this, it's really polarizing, like pineapple on pizza, or whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Something harmless to disagree with people about and to debate in a fun way. So I know it isn't serious business. I shouldn't take it seriously. But for a while, SOMEONE in our TTRPG group was inverting the roll when they came over and it drove me NUTS. I never mentioned it. I wanted to CATCH them, not alert the others there were secret shenanigans that might cause the mischief to spread to more than one person. I never could catch anyone, though. They were VERY good. It was only when one person left that I FINALLY KNEW.

RIP, Marc. I never TOLD you your prank was disproportionately infuriating and that your sneakiness was breathtaking given that YOU WERE THE FUCKING DM. I never told you, but you knew. You are missed, buddy.

[allthingsfern]

I want to thank all of you who read my posts and look at my photos, who also had me in your thoughts, and especially:

@themazette

@matthewschiavello

@ksjanes

@nh-art

@photoshamanism

@bwwhitney

@mostlythemarsh

@uwhe-arts

@sharonbphotos

@pointandshooter

@stephiramona

@coloradoprairie

The photo I took right after the surgery. I am also grateful to my ophthalmologist, who is great about explaining everything (and being succinct) and has a great sense of humor. Actually, after the surgery he came by and we started talking about his playlist during surgery (country western). We both agreed about some of the old great and I suggested he listen to Trio (Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, Linda Ronstadt). They cut 2 albums together, both superb, and the first one is one of hte most beautiful collections of music I've ever heard. The video below, from a live performance on The Tonight Show w/ Johnny Carson, features 3 songs performed by them. A fucking treasure.

Then he went on (and on) about David Allen Coe's The Ride. When he started trying to perform the damned song, I wound up laughing while I told him to "Get out! Get out!" Maybe not the best move, since he is going to operate on my left eye on the 21st of December...

All of this to say my eyesight is really good. I can see, as my cousin who has had cataract surgery told me, "in Technicolor." I am fortunate that my ophthalmologist recommended I just have the basic lens inserted, since my eyesight is still pretty good.

It has been a weird challenge, though not unsurmountable, since I spent a lot of time sleeping but am getting a sense of me again. Grateful I can work from home and my bosses are understanding and put up with my shit.

Also am grateful for my 2 sisters (one of my sisters and her best friend, who has been part of the family for decades) who came out to be with me for a few days. They drove me nuts, but then I would expect (or want) no less. But we had a nice drive to SF and the Golden Gate Bridge and had some great meals and watched old movies. They went by themselves to the Sacramento Railroad Museum (one of my favorite museums) and to the outlet stores close by. And they bugged the shit outta me, for which I love them.

So, all's cool in the pool.

[minastras]

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Jay liked studying with you, he really did, but you made it difficult sometimes. His mind kept drifting off to how good you looked, how nice you smelled, how you scrunched your nose adorably whenever you made a typo.

You were working together in one of the graduate researcher rooms on the top floor of the library, protected from wandering undergraduates by an access card lock. The fully glass door and massive windows didn’t exactly make the room very private or intimate, but he was nervous anyway.

“Are you okay? Do you want to take a break?” you asked, noticing he hadn’t written a word in the last ten minutes.

His cheeks flushed a bright red. “I’m fine,” he replied immediately, as if that was a normal reaction to have. “What’ve you been up to?”

If you were weirded out by his unusual cadence or behaviour, you pretended not to notice.

“I’m still trying to figure out who wrecked my car,” you laughed, showing him your hand-drawn map of your building’s carpark. “I have four suspects on my radar right now, so I’m seeing which of them is the most likely culprit based on their usual driving paths.”

Jay’s heart dropped into his stomach.

“Oh- uh- who’s on your suspect list?” he asked.

“That dick who drives the red Lamborghini, our upstairs neighbours, this guy who hates my roommate Sunghoon, and the girl who lives down the hall,” you said, ticking each suspect off on your fingers. “None of them seem like particularly strong suspects yet.”

He relaxed, if only marginally. “It sounds like your investigation’s hit a dead end. Maybe you should just give up,” he suggested.

“I can still get the CCTV footage from our building’s security guard,” you mused, thinking out loud more than anything. No. No, you couldn’t do that.

“That’s crazy!” he exclaimed, laughing nervously, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket. “I mean- taking the train isn’t so bad, right? Gas prices are nuts now. Road taxes are going up. That shitty car was on death’s door anyway.”

He winced at his own bumbling ineptitude and stole a glance at you. You’d fallen silent, clearly upset by something he’d said in his long ramble.

“I’m sorry,” he said. You just shrugged. After an agonising silence, he asked, “Why are you so attached to that car?”

Another agonising silence passed.

“Marty was my parents’ car,” you finally answered, looking down at your hands instead of at him. “They got him right before I was born and named him after Marty McFly from Back to the Future, and when I was little they used to tell me he could travel back in time just like in the movies.”

You had a wistful smile on your face, picturing childhood memories he couldn’t see.

“When I left home for university years ago, they gave him to me even though they couldn’t afford another car and even though they needed him more than I did, just so I’d have a slightly easier commute to and from campus.

“All my most important moments happened with him — my first drive back home to visit my family, my first road trip with Chaewon, my first time moving houses on my own. And he was one of the few pieces of my parents I had here. I feel like I’ve failed them — I promised to be responsible and take care of their car and I didn’t.”

Guilt tugged at Jay’s heartstrings. He should’ve confessed from the start. He’d spent the last month trying to stop you from finding out the truth. And wasn’t he still here now, lying and deceiving you?

“That’s not on you, though. It’s not like you drove irresponsibly and wrecked your car. It’s m- the other person’s fault,” he pointed out.

Again, you shrugged, noncommittal.

“I can see why it was so important to you,” he said, debating whether or not he should give you a hug before deciding not to. “You shouldn’t blame yourself.”

Finally you cracked a small smile, lifting your head to look him in the eye.

“Thank you, Jay,” you said, with a fondness in your gaze he hadn’t seen from you before then. “You’re sweet.”

He should’ve just told you the truth.

[dolloaf]

You could use a buddy! Don't you want a pal?

Love my Beej and Lyds!! So lucky I was able to snag them. I'm picky, and I love to customize, so I've made some modifications:

Beetlejuice

- Her hair was TERRIBLE (so was Lydia's) so I've cut about an inch off and shaped it so it's a lot tidier. I know, tidy and Beetlejuice don't really go together but it's my doll so 😅

- I connected the black stripes on the worm earrings. The white backs drove me nuts!!

- I folded the underskirt of her jacket back at the edges and glued it to the overskirt so the foil on the fabric would show

- I painted her belt a metallic green to break up all the black and balance out her hair

- my favorite addition, and the one I'm most proud of, I gave her red fingertips like in the Beetlejuice cartoon

I still need to do the black trim on her hat to match the movie, and I think I'm going to distress her suit. She's too clean to be Beej!

Lydia

- I obviously cut her (TERRIBLE!!!) hair, though I don't think my results were much better than Mattel's tbh. Her bangs still aren't right, I need to get a stronger gel, but at least they're actual bangs and not four squares on her forehead anymore. The rest needs to be either her bob or the pineapple look. I'm leaning pineapple, but that will make it impossible for her to wear her hat...

- I did a tiiiiiiny bit of paint to outline her fingernails so her hands were a little more realistic

- I gave her Demi from Shadow High's cape, as her black dress is... Boring? I think I'll eventually make her one of the outfits from the movie. I'm leaning towards the school outfit from the end

- I painted the soles of her shoes with an iridescent paint, but I'm not a fan of how it came out. I'll get it off and try again, or not. I still think the shoes' details should pop more than they do.... Eh, back to the drawing board on that one I guess

[punkshort]

Can you share how & when you became a fan of Pedro 💘

So I am very much late to the Pedro bandwagon and I am really sad I didn't know of him before The Last Of Us because I wish I could have been a fan back when he was on Twitter. I had heard his name before, but I had never seen anything he did prior to TLOU. I never watched Game of Thrones, Narcos, Mandalorian... none of it. Obviously I had heard of those shows, but for some reason never got into them.

I've been a huge fan of TLOU game since it was released. I actually remember my (now husband) bought be a PS4 and the game for Christmas one year and I cried like a baby because we had an Xbox, but the game is only on Playstation. I had heard so much about it and I really, really wanted to play it and he just fucking bought me a whole new gaming system just so I could play that one damn game. And let me tell you, I played that game SO MUCH... I don't think I could give you an honest answer, but if I had to guess I would say minimum of 50 times, all the way through. I could quote it (and I did while I was watching the show live, drove my husband nuts) I've played it that much. Absolutely obsessed, changed my life, no other game could compare. So when I heard they were making a show, I followed it extremely closely, saw the blurry set pics and all that and when I finally got to watch it last year I once again CRIED like a baby. I had to pause the damn thing because watching how perfectly they created that show from the game made me so emotional, I couldn't handle it. I still cry watching it sometimes because I felt like I waited 10 years for that damn show and when they finally made it, it was fucking perfect.

So anyway, that's when I first saw Pedro's work, and since then I have gone and watched The Mandalorian and Narcos (I watched Game of Thrones but only his scenes because I don't really like that show) and a handful of his movies, and he is just so awesome in everything. Then when I read up on his life, it just made me love him even more. He's been through so much and he deserves every single accolade he gets because he's an incredible actor and he seems like a genuinely sweet and kind person.

[moshywoosh]

Open Season's Problem

Make no mistake about it, the movie “Open Season” is really open season on hunters.

The animated feature currently playing takes aim at hunters who take aim at animals and sums up the rest of the gun-toting population as buffoons.

This is a propaganda film designed to plant the idea in the minds of America’s children that animals are more or less cuddly good guys and hunters are bad guys.

Before a non-hunting co-worker took his kindergarten-aged daughter to see the movie, I asked him to watch how the hunters were portrayed. He reported that the hunters were shown in a stereotypical manner — as yahoos who slobbered, drove pickups and spoke with Southern accents.

Shaw (voiced by Gary Sinise), the ultimate dingbat, is indeed a bloodthirsty, law-breaking, fanatical poacher. In short, someone any respectable hunter would disavow and turn over to the conservation police faster than turning over a flapjack in a frying pan. I expected the animals to be cute, gooey caricatures that would make me cringe. But Boog, the grizzly bear with an identity crisis (Martin Lawrence), was quite tolerable. His unwanted deer sidekick Elliot (Ashton Kutcher), is a mass of insecurities that make him annoying, but who occasionally displays a standup comic’s wit.

“Open Season” is for kids who have no powers of discernment, but the script is for adults who have to chaperone them. So there definitely are chuckles. Even Shaw gets to mouth off cleverly once. During a yelling match with a female park ranger whom he calls “Girl Scout,” he says, “Put me down for a box of thin mints.”

Boog was a cub rescued in the wild and raised by Ranger Beth. He lives in her garage, has his own Teddy Bear and knows he has a good deal getting three squares a day and watching TV. Elliot leads Boog into mischief, and reluctantly, Ranger Beth relocates Boog to the mountains to begin a normal life as a wild bear, minus the room service. (The shifts back and forth between unrealistic fantasy and occasional common-sense environmental policy can leave you dizzy, and it’s not the way animals would actually be rehabilitated.)

Boog is a bear who has no affinity for the woods and no idea how to use his growling, intimidating size and super strength to protect himself or his friends. All he wants to do is go home to his Marriott-like garage space.

Wild man Shaw, determined to plug Elliot and Boog, is in the way and wreaks catastrophe wherever he goes. He was nuts from the get-go and is completely looney-tunes by the end of the flick. He has spent a lifetime operating on the assumption that man is at the top of the food chain and now he envisions an animal conspiracy, with pets “as double agents,” seeking to take over the world.

Legal hunting season opens and hunters from the Yellowstone-area-like town of Timberline head to the woods, where they raise tents, light campfires and begin hunting. They are met by an animal rebellion that features Boog, Elliot, skunks, deer, squirrels, rabbits, beavers and anything else that is around.

The hunters are routed and the animals live happily ever after in the forest, which Boog realizes is his true home. The unexplained, strangest part of “Open Season” is its apparent disdain for rabbits. It is indeed curious that rabbits are treated as disposable trash. What’s up with that?

Of course, not for one second does an honest, nature-loving outdoorsman appear on the screen. Not one sentence is uttered explaining how hunters love the woods, use the meat from their kills to feed their families or are conservationists whose hunting prevents species overpopulation.

And it never mentions that grizzly bears often eat other animals.

Oh, well, it won’t be long until new movies are released and it will be closed season on “Open Season.”

@ilovescaredysquirrel2

[maelialuv]

Okay so similar to pretty boy (which I love btw!!!) could you do one were reader paints Steve’s nails and it’s just hardcore pure fluff? xx

LOVE THIS! soft steve is my fav thing. Ty for the request :)

Fill the Gaps - Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve paints your nails terribly, so you paint his to show him how it's really done, leading to a very mushy admission.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff!!

Word count: 1.2K

"Keep still!"

Steve's tongue poked out between his lips in concentration as he swiped the colour over your nail. His hands were shaky - though he protested that your hands were moving, that was the reason there was more nail polish on your skin than your nails. Steve had been laid out on your bed - sprawling, comfortable- when you had begun to paint a new coat on your chipped nails.

"Can I try?" he had said, and you thought it would be a sweet - and harmless, totally not messy- activity.

You were most definitely wrong. It didn't bother you much though, you liked any excuse for Steve to hold your hand. He had a delicate grip on your ring finger as he tried his best to stay within the lines of your cuticle. His brows furrowed as he got frustrated with himself. "God," he said, "star shooter can't stay in the lines." He paused his brush strokes for a second, hesitating as he eyes your pinky.

"Do you want me to show you how to do it?" you asked, propping up on your knees and grabbing a book to lean against. Steve nodded. Though he was terrible, he wanted to learn. He liked helping you do things, plus it was fun to him. He also liked the excuse to hold your hand for so long. Fully expecting you to demonstrate on your other hand, Steve was shocked when you grabbed his own and laid it flat on the book. You spread his fingers apart. "Is that okay?"

"Sure," he said, eyeing the electric blue bottle curiously. You took his fingers into your hand gingerly, resting them flat. You took long , careful strokes on his nail, revealing a clean block of colour. "See?"

Steve watched you intently as you did the rest of his hand, as if he were in a lesson. He wanted to do this for you in the future, so he took mental notes. But it was so hard for him to concentrate as your thumb steadied his hand from shaking. The way you- any part of you-made Steve nervous drove him nuts. Steve was a confident guy, but the second your skin brushed his or you so much as smiled at him made the King Steve lingering inside crumble and left behind a stuttering, blushing mess. He wanted to be this mysterious, hard to get guy that drove the ladies wild, but he would go all warm and gooey inside the second he made you laugh and forget all about it.

You and Steve had been together a little while. Long enough for him to have met your parents, and you to have met his. Long enough that he called you his girlfriend when he introduced you to people, and long enough that you had to apologise to friends that your boyfriend was stealing you away again. You were extremely happy together.

And yet, neither one of you had said it yet.

You thought maybe he would say it two months ago, when he had waited to pick you up after work. He was leaning against the hood of his car, arms crossed over his chest with a daft grin on his face. He looked like something out of a John Hughes movie and when he outstretched his arms and enveloped you, resting his head against yours, you thought he would say it. But he said "I missed you," and placed a kiss to the top of your head, and that was good enough for you.

The second time you thought he was going to say it, you were shopping together for dinner. You felt his eyes on you as you reached for high shelves and pushed the cart with blissful domesticity. You thought he might say it as you rushed into the rain to get the paper bags into his car before they melted in the downpour. Then as he paused and looked at you with the most soft look on his face, you thought that this was it.

But he just kissed you, and that was good enough for you.

Steve had zoned out, thinking about the wind chime song of your laugh - his favourite sound, he had decided- when he noticed you were done with his whole hand. "What do you think?" you asked. Steve flexed his hand out in front of him. As he looked at his electric blue nails, his eyes drifted to the excited glint in your eyes. "I think you want to do my other hand," Steve drawled with a smirk, "I'm right, aren't I?"

You nodded, grabbing his other hand from its place by his side and beginning to paint. "Come on, let's make you pretty."

"I love you."

You hand jolted, getting blue nail polish all over Steve's hand. "Shit! Sorry," you rushed to grab the remover and a cotton ball, dragging it over his palm. You rushed to clean it up, desperate for more time to relive the sound of Steve Harrington telling you that he loved you, over and over again.

Steve was suspended in mid-air as he awaited your response. Tired of waiting, he stopped your frantic hands. "Hey," he said, "cool it before you ware away layers of skin." He chuckled, but he was buzzing with nervousness. "Listen, you don't have to say it back - you don't have to say anything! I just, God, I thought this would be easier," he ran a nervous hand through his hair. "I love you, and I have for a while, and I don't know if you feel that way about me, but-"

You cut off his rambles with a small kiss. "I love you too," you said, hand resting on his cheek.

Steve's eyes widened as you pulled away. "Oh," he breathed in a sigh of relief. "That's good."

With both of you exponentially more relaxed, you finished Steve's other hand. The two of you , with your matching nails, spent the rest of the day together. When night fell, the two of you curled up in the limited space on your bed. Every so often, Steve would dip his head to your ear. "Say it again," he would whisper.

"I love you," you would say, heart thumping in your chest each time, and Steve would smile contently.

He had everything he wanted , with the stylish bonus of having electric blue nails.

[keepyourcoffin]

Don’t You Forget About Me

pairing: eddie munson x fem reader (best friends to lovers bc i love this trope it gets me everytime)

description: after a fight erupted in your family home, you go to the one safe place you have in town. 

warnings: smut (18+) fingering, piv unprotected sex but eddie pulls out, (dont do this) praise kink for sure bud, light choking, some nipple play, lotssss of teasing, rough but soft dom eddie, best friends to lovers, bit of clueless eddie, mentions of drinking, family trauma (both eddie & reader) bit of hurt/comfort but really the reader is sad and also h*rny for her hot bestie 

word count: 7.8k (i write long ones apparently)

a/n: hi i haven’t written in years but this boy has corrupted my thoughts and now we have this. hopefully im not as rusty as i think i am, writing smut is hard but im trying lol 

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The weather in Hawkins this summer had been intense, to say the least.

There had been storm after storm and tonight was no different.

The smell of rain filled your senses as you burst out of your trailer that you lived in with your parents. The storm had immediately drenched you as you practically sprinted across the trailer park towards your best friends house.

Eddie was the kind of friend who was always there for you no matter what.  Seeing as you lived in the same park as him, he was always the one you went to first. And it’s been like that for 5 years since you moved here and met him in highschool.

Your friendship with Eddie had always been sort of a black and grey area. Both of you growing up in broken families had somehow brought you closer and upon learning this information, you craved company and affection from one another – the kind you never got when you were younger.

But one day the affection you two shared with each other morphed into something else.

The lingering touches had somehow felt more warm.

The tight hugs after not seeing each other for a while made your heart churn.

And worse.

When you two had movie nights, Eddie didn’t know what personal space was.

He would sling his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer to his side during a slasher film. If there was a part in the movie that would visibly shake you, he would rub absent circles on your leg, and it drove you nuts.

The warmth that grew in your stomach at any slight touch on your bare skin was almost getting unbearable and you didn’t know how much longer you could just pretend to be his best friend but confessing your feelings towards him wasn’t really on your mind now.

As you sprinted across the park, you suddenly realized how horrible this storm really was. You were drenched in seconds, and it didn’t help that you had just stormed out of your house in an oversized shirt and some shorts.

The distance to Eddie’s was only 50 steps away, but by the time you were up on his front porch, you were a cold shivering mess.

You knew Eddie would be awake, he always was at ungodly hours. You knocked on the door with a shaky hand, you weren’t even sure if it was loud enough since you could only hear your teeth chattering.

You heard footsteps from inside the trailer and Eddie was opening the door with a puzzled look on his face, but his features immediately softened when he saw you.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asked as he ushered you inside, his hand on the small of your back.

You didn’t even have to say a word, he always knew. The moment your eyes met his, tears welled up in your eyes and you just started crying.

“Oh sweetheart, c’mere,” He pulled you into his arms and swayed you softly back and forth. You clung onto him and buried your face into his chest and let out soft cries.

“I just- I just couldn’t be there tonight. My dad started drinking and at first it was fine. But then he started yelling and throwing things and I-“ You just shook your head and pressed harder into Eddie.

He rubbed your back softly, then brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head. “Shh, it’s okay. You know you’re always welcome here.” You just let out a shaky breath against his chest as you continued to sway until you were calmed down enough to relax.

Your parents fought practically everyday, it wasn’t a surprise to you anymore and sadly, you were used to it.

This night was the worst it’s been in a while. You weren’t even sure why they were still together. After just graduating high school, it was hard to find a job in this town. Which left you no option but to live there until you got your financial situation figured out.

Eddie pulled away from you once your breathing evened out and dipped his head down to look at you, his hair falling in front of his face.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah? Pick any shirt you want.” You nodded as you wiped the remaining tears on your face.

“Sorry for interrupting your night,” you said with a tinge of guilt in your voice.

Eddie’s eyebrows rose. “Babe. Why are you sorry? Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He rubbed your shoulders soothingly while he examined your features. “I wasn’t doing anything anyways,” he chuckled softly.

“If anything, I missed you and hoped you would come over,” His doe eyes bored into your soul and made your knees buckle a little. His direct eye contact was always a little intimidating.

You smiled a little at his words. “You just saw me yesterday,” You felt the tension release from your shoulders as you relaxed into his touch.

“Doesn’t matter. Go to my room and get dressed while I get you a towel and make some hot chocolate, kay?” His signature smirk made its way onto his face as you nodded and made your way down the hallway into his room.

It was a mess, of course. He obviously hadn’t cleaned his room in a while in classic Eddie fashion. Clothes scattered the floor, and a cigarette was still burning in the ashtray, one that he left when he went to go answer the door.

Looking through his dresser drawers, you found his favorite and your favorite Metallica Ride the Lightning shirt.

You discarded your wet shirt onto his floor with the rest of his clothes and put it on, your senses immediately filled with all things Eddie. The shirt was massive on you, practically down to your knees but you didn’t mind. You felt at home.

Thankfully your shorts weren’t too wet, so you kept those on, but now you need to tend to your hair. You looked into the mirror above his dresser and realized how much of a mess you really looked. Your mascara was smudged lightly, not sure if the rain was the culprit or your tears. Probably a mix of both.

You sighed at your reflection. You licked the pad of your thumb in attempt to make yourself look a little more put together, wiping away any makeup that was running down your face. It kind of worked, but you didn’t beat yourself up too much about it.

Eddie carefully knocked on the door to make sure you were done changing, when he heard a soft “come in,” he had a towel in hand.

“Hot chocolate is almost done, here’s a towel for m’lady,” he bowed down to you on one knee, his free hand going behind his back with the towel in his other hand extended out to you.

You giggled at his theatrics and gratefully took the towel, starting you squeeze out the water in your hair.

“You sure you should be leaving that hot chocolate unattended out there?” You teased him with a smirk on your face, finally starting to come out of your sad state a little more and feel more like yourself.

“C’mon, I’m not that hopeless. I know how to make hot chocolate.” He got up off the floor and crossed his arms over his chest.

You just continued to giggle at him. “Oh really?” you gave him a questioning glance, ruffling the towel in your hair. “Don’t you remember the time you were cooking fries over hot grease?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Okay, that’s different. They don’t give you a handbook on fucking grease fires in cooking class.” He pointed his finger at you, chuckling slightly at the memory of almost setting his trailer on fire.

“Eddie, its really just common sense. You never throw water onto a grease fire. You have to smother it,” You threw the towel at his chest, and he caught it.

“Well, genius I really wish you would have shared this valuable information with me before I almost destroyed the kitchen.” He balled up the towel and tossed it into the corner of his room, amongst the other clothes.

You followed him out of the room and into the kitchen, sitting at the stools on the other side of the counter while he grabbed two mugs from Wayne’s ever-growing collection.

The kettle whistled as a cue that the boiling water was ready. He grabbed the hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and put in a spoonful to each cup and poured the water into them.

Seeing Eddie in such a domestic environment made your heart beat a little faster. His tank top hanging off his board shoulders, his sleep pants hanging a little too low on his hips as he stirred the two drinks until they were fully mixed. You were truly fucked. How dare you have such a gorgeous best friend?

He slid the mug across the counter towards you and gave you a little nod to taste it. You gave him a suspicious look as you brought the cup up to your lips and gave it a taste. Much to your surprise it was quite good for a store-bought mixture.

He smirked as he took a sip of his own mug. “Told you I wasn’t hopeless.”

“Eds, its kind of hard to mess up powdered hot chocolate.” You teased him as you cradled the hot drink in your hands. The shivering stopped.

“Sweetheart, you wound me.” He brought a hand up to his chest with a small frown on his face, but he couldn’t hold it for long with the way you were smiling at him. You two had such an effect on each other and you were both blind to it.

“But for a store-bought hot chocolate mix, its pretty good right?” he asked, taking a few more sips of the hot beverage.

You agreed and chuckled to yourself at his need for praise. “Yeah, its not bad. Thank you,” You dipped your head down and took another sip, suddenly your cheeks feeling a little too hot. Was it the drink, or was it the way he was staring at you?

The thunder suddenly erupted in the sky, causing you to gasp and the trailer to shake. You weren’t the biggest fan of storms either when they got like this.

Eddie noticed your change in demeanor and took your two mugs to sink. “How about we watch a movie, yeah? Get your mind off everything,” he suggested, leaning against the counter with his arms folded on top of each other, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “I’ll let you pick your favorite,” He smiled at you, tapping his rings against the counter.

Your eyes lit up; he already knew what you wanted to watch.

“Does this mean we can watch The Breakfast Club without you whining about it?” He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, if it means I get to see you happy,” He pushed himself off the counter and started making his way into the living room to his VHS collection, crouching down and searching for it.

With his back turned to you, you admire the way his shoulders flexed under his tank top. Everything about Eddie was just so mesmerizing. You know he didn’t see himself the way you did and that made your heart hurt a little bit.

Eddie was hard on himself, much like you were to yourself. So, finding comfort in each other was the greatest thing this universe could have done for the both of you.

He stood up with the tape in his hand and shook his hair away from his face. “John Bender awaits,” he teased you, knowing about your crush on the character. Every time you watched the movie together you always gushed over Bender. His carefree attitude, the tough guy act he puts on, the way he dressed. It reminded you of a certain someone, and you didn’t put the pieces together until your crush on Eddie had formed.

You both made your way into his room where he had set up a little TV and VHS player in front of his bed, making it the perfect den for all his needs. With his guitar and weed stash, he really didn’t need to leave his room ever.

You settled yourself on the far corner of his bed beside the wall, propping up the pillows behind you so you could sit comfortably.

After getting everything set up, Eddie settled beside you and leaned against the headboard, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing a joint and a lighter. He put it in his mouth and lit it, scrunching up his face and taking a long drag of it. He exhaled the smoke out of his lungs and passed it to you wordlessly.

“Thanks, I needed this tonight,” you say, taking a hit of the joint as well. You didn’t hit it as expertly as he did, coughing a little as you exhaled the smoke, feeling the burn of it in your throat.

He took the joint back and had another drag. “My pleasure, princess,” he side-eyed you and gave you a smirk as you settled further into the bed, letting the feeling of the weed relax you even further. Your body wasn’t on edge anymore after the earlier events at your own trailer.

You smiled at the TV as Simple Minds filled your ears, passing the joint back and forth until you were heavy lidded enough and Eddie finished it off. He crossed his arms behind his head, which made his shirt ride up in the process. You couldn’t help but take a sneaky glance over at the exposed skin of his hip bones, clenching your thighs together at the sight.

But he noticed.

After about 20 minutes into the movie, you started to feel a bit cold again. You didn’t realize you had been shivering slightly. Goosebumps had appeared on the skin of your bare legs. You pushed slightly closer to Eddie, brushing your leg against his covered one.

He glanced over at you. “You cold?” he asked, cocking his head at you.

“Yeah, a little bit but I’m fine,” You smiled at his as you shifted again, trying to get comfortable. The trailer was always freezing during these storms. The pathetic heater they had did practically nothing in these events.

“Nonsense princess,” He moved his arms out from behind his head and extended them out to you.

“C’mere, I’ll get you warm. You know I’m like a walking furnace, right?”

You nodded and were a bit hesitant. It wasn’t unusual for you and Eddie to cuddle, but lately it drove you insane. Being that close to him, hearing his heartbeat, taking in his scent. You rested your head on his chest and swung your leg over his. He pulled you closer to him and rested his one hand on your shoulder and the other one on your leg right above the knee. He felt your goosebumps.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, if you were this cold, you should have said something earlier,” He chuckled, low and deep, you felt it vibrate in his chest. His ring clad hand started rubbing up and down your leg in attempt to make you warmer, and oh boy it did just that. Just not where you had expected it to be.

You balled up his shirt in your hand started fidgeting with it. His hand felt hot on your leg.

“How’s this? Better?” he asked, tracing mindless circles into your leg, his hand coming up closer to rest on your thigh.

“Yeah,” you said, nuzzling your face into his chest further.

He hummed contently and his hand continued it’s way up your leg, rubbing it softly to try and bring warmth back to your body.

Your eyes felt heavy, and you weren’t sure if it was from the way he was touching you or if it was from the weed. It didn’t matter though; it felt nice. Warmth did creep up on your body, and it was getting harder to ignore. With your body pressed up against Eddie’s, your core was rubbing against the side of his leg. The fabric on your shorts not giving much of a barrier between you and him.

There was no way he didn’t feel you getting aroused from his touch. It was hard not to. Every so often his hand was inching closer up your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. The action gave you butterflies, and you couldn’t help but to adjust yourself, in doing so this caused you to gain some friction against his leg and you sighed softly at the feeling.

And the truth was, he could feel you. His heart was racing in his chest, and he was sure you could hear it. Having you this close to him made him feel like he was 15 again. He couldn’t think straight, but let’s be honest, when it came to you, it left him brainless.

The way your perfect body moulded against his, your dainty hands playing mindlessly with his shirt had him melting. He was just good at hiding his feelings. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable in such a vulnerable state.

Which is the exact reason why you felt as though your feelings for him were on sided. He was just a touchy-feely guy, and you had accepted that. Keeping your best friend close to you was a much better option than losing him completely over your crush.

As Eddie continued to trace patterns up your thigh, you became restless. Not even paying attention to the movie at this point, the only thing on your mind was Eddie Eddie Eddie, and how he was blindly driving you mad with such a simple touch.

You didn’t even feel your body chasing friction on his leg, you just felt your wetness pooling in your panties as you continued to adjust in your spot, creating the tiniest amount of pleasure between your thighs as you absentmindedly dry humped his leg. But it wasn’t enough.

Soon Eddie felt you shifting in your position every couple of seconds and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back so he could look at you.

“Hey, are you uncomfortable? We could switch positions if you want, I don’t mind.” He asked you sweetly, still tracing patterns just above your knee.

You hid your face into his chest again. “No, its okay. I’m comfortable,” You replied, still softly shifting your hips between his thigh, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight movements and what was going on.

“Are you sure?” He pressed, “If you’re too tired I can always just go to the couch and let you sleep,” He suggested. No matter how many sleepovers you two had, he always let you take the bed, and he took the couch. He always insisted on it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself sleeping beside you, but he always left that part out.

“I’m okay Eds, really.” You replied, hoping he would drop it and not press any further about your constant shifting.

“Really? Because you keep moving,” And with that you stopped shifting and your breathing halted. Oh god, he could feel you this entire time, you thought.

“No I’m fine it’s just-“you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and started playing with the fabric of his shirt again.

“The way you’re touching my leg is kind of, um, it feels nice,” you said softly, hoping he didn’t pick up on the way your voice trembled slightly.

“Oh,” he said and halted his movements on your leg, the cog turning inside of his head as to how this justified your constant shifting, and then it hit him.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in your small frame, your hips still slowly moving to try to gain friction against his leg.

His hand travelled up your leg again, tracing small circles on the back of your thighs.

“Does it feel nice when I touch you like this?” he asked with a tinge of teasing in his tone.

You didn’t reply, just buried your face into his chest to get away from the embarrassment of humping your friend’s leg. But to your surprise, he didn’t stop.

His hand travelled up slightly further to the meat of your thigh, barely touching but driving you wild.

“What about here? Is this nice?” His voice got lower, and you knew you just went to a place you couldn’t get out of.

Your hand gripped onto his shirt more. “Eds…” You said softly, shifting your leg so he could get closer to the place you craved him most. You felt something twitch inside of his pajamas.

He groaned in his chest, almost low enough that you couldn’t hear it. His hand slowly came up to the highest part of your thigh where your shorts rested, squeezing the flesh there.

“And what about here?” You sighed softly as his fingertips grazed the fabric of your shorts, slipping a little bit inside to where your ass met your thigh.

You really couldn’t take it anymore. You pressed further into his body and let out a soft moan.

“You really like that, don’t you?” He teased. You felt your cheeks getting hotter at his words. Your breathing picked up a bit as he barely grazed over your center, but not quite touching.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” He almost whispered. “I’ll go out to the couch, and we can pretend this never happened,” He pulled his hand away from your core and continued tracing small circles on your thigh.

You whined softly and pressed your leg further into him, the friction sending shocks of pleasure to your stomach.

“Please don’t stop,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

You heard him swear under his breath, his hand slowly inching back up towards your covered pussy. His cheek pressed against your head as he softly pressed his palm against you, rubbing his fingertips up and down until you jerked against his touch. Bingo.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling how hot you were against him. “You are so wet. And just from me touching your leg,” he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your clit through your shorts.

Your brain short circuited, you couldn’t believe this was happening. His filthy words went straight to your pussy, sending more shockwaves of pleasure through your system.

He pressed a little harder, seeing what gave him the most reaction out of you and you whined. You fucking whined.

Your hand traveled from his side from where you were tugging on his shirt and it slowly started drifting down towards the obvious erection in his pants, but never touching. Just grazing his waistband.

“Sweetheart, you are driving me crazy,” He chuckled deep in his chest. “Seeing you like this against me, fuck, I never thought this would happen,” He admitted, totally in awe of how your body reacted to his touch. Your hips continued to jerk against his hand, barely giving you any pressure or anything to work with.

Your hand grazed his erection in his pants, and you gasped, feeling how hard and how big he was. He pushed his hand under the fabric of your shorts and panties, immediately feeling how wet you really were. His finger ran up and down your slit, creating a slickness everywhere. When his fingertips grazed over your clit, you gave his cock a little squeeze.

He groaned in his chest, and this was his breaking point. He sat up suddenly and hooked his arms under your armpits and pressed your back against his front. His legs hooking onto yours and spreading you wide on his bed.

The movie was long forgotten at this point.

His arms snaked around your waist and pressed his face against your neck and took in your scent. He smoothed his hands over your stomach and rubbed your sides. He began placing light kisses against your neck, travelling down to where your shoulder meets. He softly nibbles at the skin, pulling a moan from you.

“Y’don’t know how much I’ve thought about this,” You feel him smirk against your skin as his hands make their way to your thighs again, delicately rubbing the skin on the most inner part of your them. You try to push your hand back against his body, chasing any friction you could find just so he would touch you already.

“Eddie, please…” you begged.

“Babe, you’re squirming again. Just relax,” he whispered as his large hands pushed your legs apart even further, his hand coming up to cup your sex through your shorts. You whined and had no idea what to do with your hands, so you placed them on his thighs.

“I’m going to take care of you, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” you just whined in response as he slowly started to tease you again. You’ve lost the ability to speak as he was driving you crazy. Rubbing up and down your covered pussy and stopping to rub delicate circles on your clit when you jerked against his body.

“There, huh?” You nodded meekly against him, scared that if you even tried to speak it would come out as a jumbled mess.

He continued his teasing, going torturously slow on your clit. Your hips started to buck up to meet his hands.

“Ed’s please… just touch me,” you whimpered, growing impatient as the pleasure wasn’t enough anymore. You had waited so long for this.

“I am touching you,” He smirked. He fucking smirked. He knew how to rile you up and it seems as though it has translated this way in this uncharted territory as well.

“You know what I mean,” you sigh into the air.

“No, I don’t think I do,” he said lowly, halting his hand movements on your covered core.

His hand slipped inside your shorts, still over your silk panties. He immediately found your clit and the pressure was good – but it still wasn’t enough. He could feel your wetness seeping through your panties.

“Is this what you mean?” you shook your head against him as he continued his agonizing movements on your clit. He hummed against you as he removed his hand. You whined and tried to turn around and give him a look, he continued pressing his cheek against your head.

“Such a needy little thing, huh? Just dying for your best friend to touch you like this,” he was having so much fun with this, getting you riled up until you broke.

He tugged at the waistband of your shorts. “Take these off, yeah? Keep your panties on, though.” He added.

You sat up and pulled off your shorts, keeping them in the palm of your hands when you leaned back against his chest. He quickly grabbed them and tossed them to the other side of his room.

His hands immediately returned to your core, his chin rested against your shoulder and took in how exposed you were to him. The feeling of his rough hands against the softness of your panties was pure heaven.

“Fuck babe, I knew you’d wear the cutest panties,” he confessed to you as his hands smoothed over you. Your head was spinning.

“You – You imagined this?” you panted out, embarrassed as to how worked up you already were.

“How could I not? Look at you,” he praised. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and ran up and down your slit, collecting the wetness that pooled around your hole and was now dripping down to your ass.

“Can’t believe I did this to you,” he chuckled, amazed at how wet you really were for him. His fingers finally found themselves against your clit and the pleasure was mind numbing. He was good with his hands. He knew the exact amount of pressure to add as he swirled his fingers around your swollen bud.

“You’ve been doing this to me Eds, I just haven’t said any – Oh my god,” you moaned as he pushed two fingers inside of you, your hands gripped his thighs at the stretch of just his fingers.

His fingers moved in and out slowly, relishing in the feeling of how tight you were. His mouth dropped open in a silent o shape as he watched them move inside your heat.

“You’ve been meaning to tell me I could have been doing this sooner? Damn you, sweetheart,” He nipped at the skin of your neck again while his other hand moved up to your breasts and giving them a soft squeeze. He groaned when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.

His hand snaked under your shirt and immediately found your hardened nipples, delicately rubbing his fingers over them, eliciting and moan from you. He pinched the bud between his fingers while desperately trying to find that spot inside of you that would make you –

“Oh fuck, there, right there,” you moaned, turning into jelly at the stimulation on your nipple and his fingers pressing into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Good girl, using her words,” he sucked a harsh spot onto your neck, you clenched around his fingers, a soft whine coming from your throat.

“Oh, you like that? Felt you tighten around me, babe,” he continued his assault on your neck. You were getting more wet by the second. Everything he was doing to your body was sending you into overdrive. Your hips had a mind of their own.

His fingers kept pressing against that spot inside of you, sending shocks of pleasure to your core. You were a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Your orgasm was coming on faster than it ever had before. Your hips pushing back to meet his fingers as they thrust inside you was pushing his erection against your back.

The friction you were giving him caused him to groan lowly in your ear, speeding up the movements of his fingers inside of you. Every time his fingers brushed against that spot inside you, it pushed you closer to the edge.  

“Eddie – I’m so close,” you managed to get out between moans, your grip on his thighs getting tighter as you were getting closer to the edge.

“Yeah? Come on baby, I know you can do it,” He praised in your ear, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine.

With one last push, he added his thumb to your clit and pressed lazy circles into it. He tugged on your nipple, and you moaned out, slumping your head against his shoulder as your body went lax. Your orgasm soared through you, covering his fingers in your slick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body jerked, his fingers still moving at a slow pace inside you while you ride it out.

His hard cock was still pressed against your back, begging to be let out. He pulled his fingers from your pussy, coated in your wetness. He held his hand up in the darkness of his room, only lit by the TV that was still playing the movie. He looked at his hands in awe and spread them, your slick was stringy and gooey against his fingers.

You were a little embarrassed by the mess you caused, but he didn’t seem to mind. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, he groaned at the taste of you on his tongue.

“God, you taste good,” he released his fingers with an obscene pop. You released the grip you had on his thighs and turn to face him.

His eyes were dark, his hair messy and frizzy on his head. His face was slightly illuminated by the light that the TV provided. His lips were swollen from sucking on your neck. Your eyes met his for the first time since this whole interaction and they looked hungry.

Your eyes darted between his and his lips. You turned around on his lap and straddled him. His eyes bugged out of his head as he took in your form. He placed his hands on your waist as you leaned down and kissed him.

Eddie Munson was a desperate kisser.

The kiss was dizzying, you both couldn’t keep your hands still. Your hands roamed from his chest, to cup the back of his head and tangling them in his hair. His hands travelled up your sides and cupped your breasts through your shirt, trailing down to grab your ass.

His tongue was on your lip, you moaned into his mouth and granted him access. Your tongues danced together, your grip and his hair tightened as you ground your hips down to meet his. He groaned into your mouth and pushed his hips up to meet yours.

You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and suckled, your hands travelling down to the hem of his tank top.

You pulled away to catch your breath and rest your forehead against his. “Take this off?” You asked, playing with the fabric between your fingers.

“Yeah,” He nodded quickly and sat back, quickly ripping the article of clothing from his body.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, being friends for years has its upsides. But you’ve never seen him like this.

His hair rested atop his shoulders, his muscles flexed, and the light cascaded over him beautifully. The dark tattoos on his chest made your mouth practically hang open and drool. He must have noticed you staring and chuckled to himself.

“Your turn,” He smirked and looked up at you on his lap and bit his lip, starting to pull your top off. You helped the rest of the way and tossed it to the same corner your shorts ended up in.

Now it was his turn to stare.

His eyes immediately went to your tits, his eyes bulged out of his head. His palms slowly came up to caress the underside of them. Once you moved closer, he fully groped you. Grabbing and squeezing your tits in his hands. When his thumbs came up to graze your nipple, you buckled under his touch and let out a sigh.

You looked down at him and he looked up at you, there was something different in his eyes. Something you noticed before but brushed it off to ignore your own feelings and you realized something.

Best friends don’t look at each other like that.

His arms wrapped around your back as he attached his mouth to your nipple, you moaned out at the feeling, grabbing the back of his head again and tugging on his hair. This elicited another low groan from him. You did it again as he swirled his tongue around the bud and his hips bucked up.

You pulled him back by his hair and he looked up at you half lidded and dizzy.

“Eddie Munson, do you like your hair getting pulled?” You asked with a smug look on your face.

His eyes got darker somehow. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”

He pulled you off his lap with ease and pushed you down onto the bed, towering over you and caging you in with his arms.

He looked scarily intimidating from this angle, the way his hair flowed around his face. You felt yourself clench around nothing as you stared up at him, feeling yourself getting aroused again.

His hand that wasn’t beside your head trailed down your side until it reached the hem of your panties. He sat back on his knees to pull them off you. Your arousal from earlier made them cling to your core and he grinned as he discarded them somewhere in his room, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

Your eyes trailed down his chest again to the tent in his pajama pants. You’re fully taking it in now and it looked massive. You’ve seen your fair share of dicks before, but you knew you were in trouble this time.

His cocky grin gave him away, his hands reached for the hem of pajamas and pulled them off along with his boxers swiftly. His cock bounced back and tapped his stomach. The head was leaking and pink, begging to be touched. You didn’t realize that possibly, you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

And fuck, he was huge. The girth alone could split you in half. You swallowed down the saliva that pooled in your mouth at the sight of him.

“What? Is it too big for you?” He chuckled as you continued to eye him, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a slight squeeze.

“I’m not answering that question,” you replied and peered up at him with shy eyes. That had already answered his question.

He opened your legs with his large hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, caging you in again with his arms beside your head. “This is going to change everything and there’s no going back, you know that right?”

You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Yes, I’m sure. I want this Eds,” you touched his cheek and smiled at him.

He smiled his signature toothy grin and leaned back again, rubbing his cock through your folds.

“I hope you know I’m not holding back,” he said casually, his cock catching on the hood of your clit. “Wanted this for too long,”

You licked your lips and nodded. “Do your worst,”

He took that as a challenge. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push in. Immediately you feel that stretch, you squeeze your eyes shut as you grab onto his bicep.

“God, Eddie,” you panted out.

“You gotta relax sweetheart or it’s going to hurt,” He kissed the side of your head and paused waiting for you to adjust before pushing in more.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and adjusted your hips, causing him to push inside faster and you gasped. He wasn’t even fully inside yet and you knew you were going to be wrecked.

“You are so god damn tight, Jesus,” he huffed out.

As his hips finally met yours, you were full. The burn felt so good. He groaned, feeling you wrapped around him so perfectly. He twitched inside of you, causing you to gasp out as he lightly grazed that spongey spot inside of you again, making you toss your head back.

He leaned down to kiss the side of your neck again, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking, pulling a moan from you.

“Okay, I’m ready,” You tapped his arm, signalling him it’s okay to move.

He pulled his hips back, watching his cock pull out of you and then slammed back in. The moan you let out was animalistic, the whole trailer park definitely heard you. You closed your eyes and basked in the feeling of him inside you. You could feel everything, from his mushroom tip hitting your cervix to the thick veins that adorned the side of his cock.

His hips slowly started to pick up pace, he grabbed your legs and pushed them over his shoulders giving him a better angle to get deeper inside of you. You gasped loudly and scratched at his chest, the feeling suddenly becoming overwhelming with being so full.

“Eddie, oh my god,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and lolled to the side. His cock moving in and out of you with ease. He grabbed your face in his hand and squished your cheeks together, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me while I’m making you feel good,” He peered down at you, sweat already starting to gather on his forehead. This angle making him hit that spot inside of you that made you cream around his cock.

Eye contact seemed too intimidating, so you shut your eyes in that moment, lost in the pleasure of him absolutely railing you.

He delivered a hard thrust that made you open your eyes and cry out.

“I said look at me, wanna see how beautiful you are while you fall apart,”

You looked up at him, your eyes were glazed over and Eddie thought you looked so beautiful like this. He shoved a finger into your mouth and you immediately sucked.

“Good girl,” He praised and you moaned around his digit.

His thrusts became harder, continuously hitting your spongey spot. You moaned out around his finger and he released it from your mouth with a pop.

“Wanna hear you babe, make those pretty sounds for me,” He pulled your legs off his shoulders and gripped your hips, moving them to where he wanted.

His grip on your hips gave him more power, thrusting into you at an insane pace. His cock hitting your cervix in the most delicious way had you moaning and whimpering mess underneath him. You were sure that your hips would have bruises on them by the morning.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m getting close,” You whined out, your hands grabbing at the back of his neck to bring him down for a searing kiss.

Your lips met and it was messy. A battle between lips, tongue and teeth and it was hot. Your hands tangled in his thick locks again and tugged, earning you a loud groan from him. You smirked against his lips at the effect you had on him.

He pulled away and grabbed one of your legs and pulled it against his chest to provide a new angle. His gaze peered down as he watched himself slide in and out of you.

“You’re fucking dripping around me, babe. You should see it,” He furrowed his brow together as he got lost in the feeling of being inside of you.

Your hips started twitching as he brought his thumb down to your clit again and rubbed small circles. You cried out, your second orgasm of the night getting closer by the second.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming too much for you in this moment. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he brushed against that spot inside of your pussy with every thrust, the pressure on your clit was making your vision so clouded.

“Eddie, shit, don’t stop,” you cried out as your nails ran down his chest to ground you a little bit more in this moment.

“Oh baby, I wasn’t planning on it,” he chuckled above you and continued railing you as hard as he could until you cried out his name and gushed around him. Your whole body went lax as it rode out your second orgasm of the night, which was somehow more powerful than the first one with his cock stuffed inside of you.

But there was no sign of stopping from Eddie yet. You couldn’t get enough at this point.

He swiftly pulled out of you and hoisted you up on your hands and knees and pushed your head into the mattress. The hold on your hips was the only thing keeping you up, your knees were beyond numb at this point from the pleasure.

He slammed back into you and groaned.

“Can’t get enough of this pretty pussy,” He groaned into your head, kissing your shoulder and pushing the hair away from your face.

He pulled out and slammed back in harshly, getting seemingly deeper than he was previously. Tears were streaming down your face at this point. His tongue darted out to lick away the salty tears.

“Crying cause it feels so good, huh?” He lifted you up and pulled you into his chest as he continued railing you from behind, his hand coming up to apply light pressure on your neck.

You were definitely going to have an indent from his rings there.

“Eds, It’s so much – it feels so good,” you sobbed out, only thing keeping you upright was the hold Eddie had on you.

“Oh I know, you’re still so wet,” his hips started snapping faster, the flesh of your ass jiggling with every thrust. His words hot against your ear send a shiver down your spine. You can’t think straight anymore and you think you want to experience this every day.

You could tell he was close by the way he released you from his hold and shoved you into the mattress again, gripping your hips and using you as he liked. His thrust became messy and erratic.

His lips came down to nibble on your shoulder. “Gonna cum, holy shit,” he moaned out.

He squeezed your hips one final time and pulled out, grabbing the base of his cock and shooting his cum all over your back.

You were beyond fucked out at this point. You lay flat on his bed catching your breath with your eyes shut. You didn’t even realize he had left the room to get a warm washcloth to clean you up.

He cleans you up wordlessly, every so often looking down at you and smiling to himself. You hissed as he lifted your leg and cleaned your aching pussy.

“Sorry babe,” He said, but he wasn’t really sorry.

You feel him lay down beside you and pull you into his chest. It’s silent for a couple beats.

“Can’t believe we fucked while your crush was on the TV,” he chuckled to himself. Of course he would say that after the brutal fucking you just endured.

“Oh my god, Eddie.” You giggled with him and hid your face from him. He knew exactly how to embarrass you.

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” he asked with playfulness ridden in his tone.

“You ever wonder why I have a crush on Bender?” You lifted your head from his chest and rested your chin there.

He just looked at you and raised his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness. “He reminds me of you, dumbass,” you smiled and squeezed his sides.

“Jeez, I really am dumb, huh?” he ran a hand through his messy hair, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m really bad at putting the pieces together,” he said into the air, smiling to himself.

“Yeah, just a bit,” you agreed and laid your head back onto his chest.

“So…,” he starts. “Is this a good time to tell you how much I like you?”

“Eddie, you just railed me into next Saturday, I think I know how much you like me now,” you giggled and lifted your head again, giving a small peck on the lips.

“But yeah, I like you too. More than just friends, perhaps,” you looked at him coyly, giving him a cheeky grin.

“You’re insane, you know that?” his hands came up to squeeze your cheeks a little. You both giggled together.

“I mean who knows Eds, I might just like you enough to ask you to sleep in bed with me,” you teased him.

“Babe, best believe I am not going anywhere tonight.”

And with that, you two snuggled together on the bed while the credits for The Breakfast Club rolled on the small screen, falling asleep soundly to the tune of Don’t You Forget About Me.

[thedawningofthehour]

Galois Room Post!

I made Gale's room in the Sims! It took a ridiculous amount of time for such a tiny room. Overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out-it's faithful to what I was picturing, and the places it's not can be blamed more on the limitations of the Sims 4. One thing I struggled with was the size. It's supposed to be a pretty small room, most of the living areas in Draxum's house are, but I definitely had trouble placing everything I wanted in there. Sizing it up 1x1 made it feel too big though. (Sims 5, please let us build walls on half or quarter tiles, I'm BEGGING you) In the end I couldn't fit in a real bookshelf, which was my only real gripe, but he still has plenty of space for books. (plus Draxum has so many bookshelves, he can offload some if he gets too cramped)

I wanted to have it mostly Galois but not 100% Galois. He's a teenager and wants to decorate his bedroom to the nines because that's what teenagers do, but I also wanted to keep in mind that this furniture was not bought for him and was mostly left over from its last occupant/bought when Draxum viewed Donnie as his new science slave and not his son.

Without further ado, here we go!

It's...yeah, it's white. Nothing else really looked good. It was Bella's room first and Draxum didn't bother to repaint. She probably had this place papered with posters and cringey 90's wall hangings when she lived here. In retrospect pale purple walls were a trend in the 90's, but whatever it's done now.

(I also forgot to paint the walls originally so I might have just gotten used to the white)

Also just imagine the ceilings are a little lower, the wall height needed to be on medium for the rest of Draxum's house to work and due to how the Sims 4 works I couldn't give just Gale's room shorter walls. The top of the cabinet should be touching the ceiling.

Other side! Gave him some nice plants, he's got some hanging ones around his bed and computer area. :) I'm not sure how I feel about the rug but I was feeling a circular rug and the colors worked. Left door is to the bathroom.

Huginn and Muninn 100% made that knitted turtle for him.

Did I give him one of those fairy light canopies every movie and sitcom character had in the 2000's? Yes. Yes I did. Look, I wasn't planning on it, but I saw it in the lighting section and I had to give it to him. I know I'm terrible to him but he is my baby and I will spoil him.

Better view of the bed. (the canopy kept fading from existence) Got the salt lamp and the lantern Cass gave him, I'm so happy I found those. I'm probably the least happy here, he needs more stuff on his shelves and more pictures under them. There's so many goddamn pictures in this room but HE IS A TEENAGED BOY and this is how they express themselves.

Also the clutter under the bed. In-fic that platform is actually storage space, so it works. Please enjoy how he's hiding his fashion magazines behind the pillow.

His little computer corner! The Draxum family stays pretty unplugged when they're not at work, (Draxum would like them to be anyway) but Gale's allowed to have all the tech he wants in his bedroom as long as it stays in this corner.

Swing back again and-

Just pretend that the vampire doll is Atomic Lass, okay?

So that bookcase thing. Is NOT a bookcase. It is a thing of evil. It drove me absolutely nuts because I wanted to fill those shelves in with clutter. Those are not snap points. But the bookcase has snap points. So I couldn't alt-move stuff there or use 9-0 keys because they'd just snap to the bottom there. So now they just look empty and stupid while he has books on the floor.

But other than that, I like this corner. He's got some binders for schoolwork in the cubby there, got some artsy stuff for relaxing and his box of vinyl records with no record player. (Draxum probably has a record player somewhere) It looks like how an actual teenager would organize his shit. I'm not sure how I feel about him leaving a stack of books on the floor, but overall Gale is a very good book owner so I'm sure he's careful.

He doesn't get a window so I gave him a nice picture with curtains so he can pretend.

On a side note, I absolutely fucking hate the curtains in this game, that was the only set that looked good and didn't cover up the whole damn picture AND THEY DIDN'T COME IN PURPLE. Really, there's such a lack of purple in this room. Blame the color swatches, because I tried. God I miss Create-A-Style.

Again, please use your imagination and imagine the bulletin board filled with pictures of him with Cass or Pax and loving notes from the goyles. There's also a watch on his dresser-before he recreated his tech gauntlet, Draxum gave him a really nice watch to wear. He doesn't wear it anymore because having his gauntlet on hand is a major source of comfort, but he still loves the watch. I also realize this looks more like a girl's bedroom, but to be fair Donnie is very gender and Galois inherited that from him.

(I was SO tempted to put that box of kleenex behind his computer)

Close-up of the clutter in his corner. I know Donnie's canonically not into geology, but this game really wants you to use rocks as decor. Also purple.

I don't know what that orb thing is supposed to be. Maybe like a mini version of the orb Draxum was looking into during the Goyles episode? That sounds like something a Yokai teenager would have in their room.

I wanted to give him a stereo too but my game glitched out and wouldn't place any, so I put a mixtape there in honor of that. We'll say Cass made it for him.

I did make his bathroom too, but it's not the most interesting because

Yeah, pretty small.

God, doors in this game look so silly when they're up against a wall.

It was looking way too white so I gave him the fishies and the plants for a splash of green. That sink is also SO not the style I was going for but everything else was clashing with the other counter. We can say this bathroom was remodeled at some point when vessel sinks were in fashion. I don't know why because no one was living here when they were. (Huginn and Muninn probably did it as a weekend project just for fun) I feel like he needs a rug and a big piece of art on the opposite wall, now that I'm looking at it.

I definitely went overboard with the bathroom clutter. I was just very excited that I was able to squeeze in a whole counter just for decoration. Seriously, I just wanted to add in that eyebrow pencil so he could draw on his eyebrows, then that evolved into the blush palette and the makeup brushes and the lotions and the nail stuff. He doesn't even fucking wear blush.

He did make his electric toothbrush, though Draxum makes him keep a backup because he's skeptical about how that works.

And that's the build! I'm also building the rest of Draxum's house, but it's taking a while due to the absolute utter ridiculousness of the layout. (I mean, it's my own fault, I'm the one that chose this layout)(and also because I need to use the curved wall tool for his mushroom house, and by god curved walls are impossible to work with) Decorating should be quicker though, the only place with this level of detail should be the lab and maybe the greenery. I'll probably revise his room a little, maybe paint his walls an actual color. I also want to do something more with the cactus he has on his counter. Maybe I'll download some more CC so I can give him purple curtains.

I also have no idea if this is actually playable. Probably not, I feel like a Sim wouldn't be able to figure out the platform bed thing. But whatever, I didn't make this to actually play in.