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blueraineshadows · 9 months

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Mechanic!Garreth Weasley

Weasley Wednesday just got greasy and dirty

This week's Garreth's Groupies Discord Prompt is: Alternative Universe

Mechanic!Garreth x F!MC 🔥 NSFW 🔞

Long fic under the cut ❤️

With the last box loaded into the back of her little van, MC checked her clipboard one last time before giving a wave to Ben in stores. "I'll catch you in a bit, Ben," she said. "Thanks for helping me load up."

"No worries, MC," he said. "And don't let them give you any crap today, okay?"

MC grinned and waved her hand in dismissal. "Ah thanks, but I'm tougher than I look. I'll be fine."

Climbing into the driver's seat, she checked her delivery round list and entered the first address into her SatNav. Sunglasses on, radio turned up, MC put the van into gear and set off.

It was summer, the sky a gorgeous blue with little puffs of cloud drifting lazily by. MC sang along to the radio, thinking about Ben's concerns, but MC could handle the banter. She had been delivering to the local motor garages for about 6 months now and learned to let the comments from the techs bounce off her skin. Their cheeky remarks about her bending over to pick things up, asking if her uniform came in a lower or tighter fit, were just lads getting through their working day. She wasn't against a bit of flirting, and most of the time, that's all it was.

MC laughed it off or quipped back with a little comment of her own. Most of them were harmless, and the odd creep was easily handled with a firm look and a few choice words. Her Dad hadn't raised a fool. Working in the trade himself, she was well used to being around a working garage, having spent her Saturday mornings helping her Dad as a kid.

Her first drop went without a hitch, and then she was back in the van checking her clipboard for the next drop. A small smile curved her lips. She recognised the address and didn't need the SatNav. Weasley's Motors was a regular client and she definitely didn't mind if he wanted to flirt with her, that was for sure.

Nestled out of town down a country road, Weasley's Motors was a garage that worked out of an old lock up on a farm. Her van made the turn into the driveway, bouncing along the potholes in the gravel track until she pulled up outside the entrance. MC turned off the ignition, and the quiet surroundings were pierced by the sound of a heavy-duty tool from inside the workshop, the distant sound of a radio playing the only other noise.

She climbed out with her clipboard, lifting her sunglasses on top of her head as she peered into the gloom of the workshop. There was no sign of the owner, Garreth, but his work mate, Ryan, was bent over an engine, his overalls pulled down and tied at his waist. He stood and turned to look at her, a slimy grin spreading across his face.

"Here she is," he said. He grabbed a rag and wiped at his filthy hands, wandering towards her. "What you got for us today then, love?"

MC moved to the rear of the van, opening the doors and checking the deliveries in the back. If it was just Ryan, then she wanted to get this over with. He was one of those that bordered on creep territory.

"Service parts and brakes, I think," she said. She spotted the service parts order in a bag and grabbed it, checking the invoice. She patted a cardboard box marked heavy. "Would you mind grabbing the brake discs for me?"

Ryan gave her a slow look up and down as he approached the back of the van, and MC pretended not to notice. He bent to pick up the brake discs, the smooth toned muscle of his arms flexing at the weight of them. "Anything for you, love," he said.

MC flashed a polite smile and carried the bag towards the workshop, Ryan following close behind. She glanced around. "Is Garreth about? I need a signature, and I've got some old invoices that need checking."

Ryan nodded as he put the brake discs down on his tool trolley. "Garreth!" He yelled. Ryan moved towards the back, waving for MC to follow as he disappeared through a door. His voice carried out to her. "That bird with the nice arse is here from AutoParts."

MC rolled her eyes, hanging back in the workshop in case Garreth wasn't actually in there. She did not want to be alone in the back room with Ryan, and she clutched her clipboard a little tighter, fantasising about whacking it around Ryan's head.

Ryan appeared, grin still in place. "He's just coming, love."

MC tensed as he passed her, his eyes roving over her as he went back to work on his car. He was one of the creeps that she would rather avoid, and it was a shame because Garreth was lovely.

MC let some of her tension go as Garreth appeared in the doorway, his wavy red hair tumbling across his forehead, his smile wide as he saw her waiting for him. He had gorgeous green eyes and a smattering of freckles over his face. Today he was wearing dark grey overalls, pulled down and tied at his waist as Ryan's were, revealing a black, sleeveless top that showed off toned arms covered in tattoos.

MC felt her cheeks warming up as she tried not to oogle him. To do so would make her no better than Ryan, but it was hard not to. Garreth was bloody gorgeous and she gave him a shy smile, feeling like a frump in her steel toe caps, jeans, and checked shirt. Over her shirt, she was wearing her work high-vis vest, and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun. It was not her best look, but it was only work after all. Right now, though, she was wishing she had made more of an effort this morning when she crawled out of bed.

"Hey, how's it going?" Garreth said. He was always cheerful, his smile welcoming and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Not bad," MC said. She held up her clipboard. "I've got some paperwork that needs signing and some invoices to double check."

"No problem. Do you want to come through to the office?" Garreth pointed his thumb back through the door, and this time MC nodded, more than willing to follow him.

As she followed Garreth through the doorway, Ryan shouted across the workshop. "Get her number this time!"

Garreth huffed a laugh and shook his head. He gave MC a sheepish look. "Sorry about him, he can be a bit of a knob."

MC laughed. "I noticed."

The office was tiny, the desk a chaotic jumble of paperwork, dirty tea mugs, and random tools. The wall was covered in planners, posters of cars, notices, and a calendar of topless models hung from a rusty nail. Garreth filled the space and MC hovered near the door, clutching her clipboard a little nervously.

Garreth grabbed a box of donuts from the desk and held it out to her. "Would you like one?"

MC eyed the sugar-coated delights, but the black finger marks around the box made her nose wrinkle. "I'm all good, cheers."

Garreth shrugged and dropped the box back down before rubbing his hands together, his grin playful. "Come on, then. Where do I need to sign my life away?"

MC held out her clipboard and pointed to the box where he needed to sign. Garreth grabbed a pen from the pot on his desk and leaned in to sign his name, his hair falling across his forehead, while she held the clipboard for him. He was left-handed, and his arm brushed against her hand as he signed. His skin was warm, the hairs tickled against the backs of her fingers, and she almost shivered. His male scent surrounded her, the clean aroma of his shower gel and his aftershave mingled with the underlying tang of oil and grease.

His eyes lifted to hers, and she stared at him, a nervous smile lifting the corners of her mouth. The soft green of his eyes was just so lovely, framed with thick copper lashes, and they sparkled with a hidden mischievousness and warmth. Being this close to him had her heart pounding and she wondered if he could tell.

"Thanks," she murmured. She mentally shook herself, reminding herself that she was supposed to be working here, and lifted the signing sheet to pull out the invoice file. "Erm, this is for you. Outstanding invoices. My supervisor wanted me to get you to check them and give the office a call."

Garreth took the paper, leaning his hips back against the desk as he quickly checked it. He nodded and grabbed up a small box from the desk, pulling out a handful of business cards. "Before I forget, would you mind putting some of these on your shop counter? I've just had them made up and I thought I would be cheeky and ask."

MC took the cards, her fingers brushing against his as she did so, the contact adding to the gentle swirl of heat building inside of her. She looked at the cards, quickly reading the details.

"I've started doing a call-out service out of hours. The number is on the card," he said. "Another way to earn a few pennies."

She smiled and tucked the cards into her pocket, wondering if this was a subtle way of giving her his number. Ryan certainly kept hinting at him getting hers. "I'll put them on the counter myself," she promised.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," he grinned. His eyes glanced over her, not as obvious as Ryan, but there was a glimmer of interest all the same that stoked her hope. "Been up to much lately?"

"Oh, you know, working, the usual. I tried that new bar in town last weekend," she replied.

He looked up with interest. "I know the one. Wasn't there a band playing?"

She nodded. "Yes, they were really good."

He smiled. "I should check it out sometime."

"You should."

The air hung thickly between them, both of them eyeing the other. MC bit her lip, her mind going blank as she tried to think of something to say. She had noted a while ago that there was no wedding ring on his left hand, but then in his trade, that wasn't unusual. It was too dangerous to wear rings. You could lose a finger if it got caught up at the wrong time. She wondered if he had a wife or girlfriend waiting for him at home. She wouldn't be surprised if he did. It made her hesitate to say much more, the words suggesting that they should go to the bar together dancing on the tip of her tongue.

"Are you going this weekend?" He asked. Was that a glimmer of hope in his eyes?

MC felt her cheeks grow warm again, and she fiddled with the hem of her work vest. Her tummy flipped at the idea of going with him. "I might," she said.

The phone rang on his desk behind him, and they both turned to look at it. He gave her an apologetic smile. "I'd better get this," he said regretfully.

MC nodded. She should really be getting on with her delivery round, the taco in the van would be timing her and she shouldn't really be lingering. "Sure. I'll erm... I'd best get going. See you next time."

"Take care," he said. His smile was soft as he looked at her, reaching out to pick up the phone. It made her far too reluctant to leave his office, but he held the phone to his ear and he was back into work mode. "Weasley's Motors, how can I help?"

MC backed out of the office, a little regretful that their conversation had been interrupted. She sighed and tapped her clipboard against her thigh as she crossed the workshop, her thoughts still on Garreth and his smile.

"Alright, love?" Ryan said. He ducked out from under the bonnet of the car he was working on and her soft, warm feelings over Garreth plummeted into mild disgust. "Did we get your number this time?"

MC looked at him and rolled her eyes. "You want a number?" She tore a sheet out from under the delivery list on her clipboard and shoved it into his hand. She pointed at the headed paper for the company she worked for and smiled sweetly. "Contact details right there. Have a nice day."

Ryan laughed as she turned away, completely unperturbed by her sass. She ignored him. "Maybe next time then, yeah?" He called out.

She strode out of the workshop and out into the sunlight, irritated as she threw the clipboard into the passenger seat of the van, and fired the ignition.

....*....

The late summer sun was sinking below the horizon as MC dropped her friend, Poppy, off at her home. They had been down to the sea front for a walk on the beach and a cheeky ice cream. It had been nice to catch up with her. She had been full of stories about her boyfriend, Sebastian, and MC felt a twinge of envy.

Why couldn't she keep hold of a bloke? Her luck was terrible. She always seemed to end up with the Ryan's of the world and longed for a Sebastian of her own, a bloke who would treat her properly, as well as ruin her in the bedroom. Maybe a bloke like Garreth. The thought made her smile. Bloody hell, she fancied him.

MC took the turn out of Poppy's apartment block car park and turned the radio up a bit, singing along to the song playing as she drove towards home. As she was moving along the dual carriage way, a strange clunking sound came from under the car, and she frowned, turning the radio volume back down again. Her eyes quickly scanned the dash for any warning lights, but there was none. She slowed down, her ears pricked up in case it happened again. It did. A clunk and then the car seemed to dip in speed on its own, the engine power dying.

"No, no, no," she groaned. She gripped the steering wheel, a look of misery on her face as she pulled to the side of the road and rolled to a stop. She leant her head against the steering wheel and sighed. "Shit!"

Unbuckling her seat belt, she pulled the bonnet catch and got out. The road was quiet, the sky a deep blue that was quickly turning into the black of night. She lifted the bonnet and squinted in the dying light, pulling out her phone to turn the torch light on. She shone it over the engine bay but couldn't see anything obvious.

The oil and water were good. She checked it regularly as her Dad had taught her. The only thing she had not done was get her service yet. Money had been tight, and she had been holding off. She bit her lip, knowing her Dad was going to lecture her for not doing it, but that wasn't going to help her now. Perhaps she had blown a filter or something and she rubbed her face with her hand.

Glancing down at her phone, she debated calling her Dad. He was away on holiday, but it wouldn't be the first time he had tried to diagnose a problem over the phone. Then, a flash of inspiration struck her. Her heart pounded as she hurried back around to the car door, climbing in on her knees to fumble around on the back seat for her work vest. Out of the pocket, she pulled the business cards that Garreth had given her earlier. Thank goodness she hadn't put them in the shop yet.

Her fingers trembled as she keyed in the phone number for out of hours, hoping that it wasn't going to put her through to Ryan. The dialling tone sounded and was answered quickly.

"Hello?"

MC took a breath. "Hi, erm...is that Garreth?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. "Who is this?"

"Hi, it's MC. I deliver to you, you know, AutoParts? I was there today."

"MC?...Wow, erm...what can I do for you?"

She cringed. "I've broken down, and I still had your card in my pocket...you said were doing call outs now?"

"Oh, right, so you need my services? Where are you?"

MC told him the road she was on and roughly how far along from the nearest junction she was.

"Are you alone?" He asked. She told him she was. "Hang tight, darling. I'm on my way."

MC felt a flood of warmth at the endearment and bit her lip at the concern in his voice. She gazed around at the isolated surroundings of where she had stopped and appreciated his promise of being on his way.

The road was quiet, the odd vehicle rushing past, the headlights growing brighter and then fading off in to the distance. MC had locked the car and moved into the grass verge to sit and wait. She knew never to sit in the car and wait in case you get slammed from behind by a truck that didn't see you parked up. She had the hazard lights on, but it wasn't worth the risk. Even though the creepy darkness was starting to put her on edge, she stayed put.

Now that the sun was gone, the air had cooled, and MC hugged her arms about herself. She was only wearing a thin vest top, and tiny denim shorts and goosebumps covered her arms. She played about on her phone, scrolling aimlessly as she waited for Garreth, a little flutter of anticipation her chest at the thought of seeing him again.

When a pickup truck slowed to a stop behind her car, MC hesitated, eyeing the driver as he climbed out, relief washing over her when she saw Garreth's unruly mop of red hair. She stood, brushing loose grass from her bare legs. "Sorry to call you out so late, Garreth," she said, approaching him.

He smiled that gorgeous smile. Tonight he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with a lightweight dark jacket. "Not at all, I was just watching TV. Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'm alright, but my car not so much."

He came closer and held out a bottle of water and a big share bag of crisps towards her. She eyed them with confusion. "You brought snacks?" She asked, amused.

He shrugged. "I'm always prepared, and I thought you might be hungry."

She giggled. "Do you do this for all your customers?"

"Only the pretty ones." His wink made her tummy flutter, and she took the offered treats with a shy smile, thanking him.

She explained what had happened, and he had a quick look under the bonnet. "You're probably right about it being a filter but I won't know for sure until I get a proper look at it. It's too dark to see out here, but I can tow your car back to the garage and check it out tomorrow if you like."

"That would be great, thank you. I will call a taxi or something to get myself home." She smiled, rubbing her arm with her hand against the chill as she unlocked her phone.

"Don't be daft. I'll give you a lift home," he offered.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Of course," he said. He studied her a moment and then slipped his jacket off and held it out to her. "You're cold. Here, put this on. I'll get the tow rope fixed up and you can go sit in the truck and warm up."

MC blushed. "Oh, you don't have to give me your jacket."

He sighed and moved around her to drop the jacket over her shoulders, smoothing his hands over them as he did so. MC shivered, but not from the cold, her breath hitching at the solid feel of his hands on her. The jacket was warm from his body heat and smelled of him. It was doing torturously wonderful things to her insides. She wondered what else those strong hands could do as he held her.

"No arguments," he said. Still holding her shoulders, he guided her towards the truck and opened the passenger door. He nodded inside. "In you get. I won't be long."

The truck was warmer than being outside, despite the mess and the lingering odour of oil and men, and MC hugged his jacket around her as she watched Garreth fix up the ropes. He was adorably sweet, bringing her snacks and giving her his jacket, but right now she was shamelessly gawping at his arms in the glow of the headlights as he pulled the rope tight.

Once the car was roped up and ready, MC got back out of the truck.

"Have you ever been towed before?" He asked.

She nodded. "My Dad was a tech. I've done this plenty of times."

Garreth's smile was warm. He caught her under her chin with a calloused finger, the touch light, there and then gone. The burn his touch left behind tingled down her neck and spread all over her.

"Full of surprises, aren't you? Jump in your car then, and we'll get going. I will go to the garage first and then I'll take you home. I won't go to fast, we'll take it easy."

They took a careful trip to his garage with no incident, pulling up outside, and then he unhitched her car, pushing it inside the workshop where it would be safe.

"I can't thank you enough for this," she said. Garreth checked the workshop and was pulling the huge doors closed. He grinned at her. "Maybe you can buy me a beer in that new bar to say thank you."

Her heart leapt. "Sure! I mean, yeah, I could do that," she said, blushing. She hesitated. "You've not got a girlfriend or anything have you?"

He paused to look at her, his hands on the other door, and shook his head. "No. What about you? No boyfriend at home waiting for you?"

She shook her head. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then pulled the garage door closed, locking it up securely. He walked towards her slowly and reached out to slip the keys into his jacket pocket, the jacket she was still wearing. She was reluctant to take it off, not ready to lose the warmth and his scent.

His eyes met hers, his gaze glittering in the darkness, the glow of the security light reflecting in the green depths. He reached up and gently brushed her hair back with a finger, the callused tip grazing against her temple.

"How is it possible that a girl as beautiful as you has no man waiting for her at home?" He asked softly.

"I'm just not that lucky," she whispered. His touch was stoking the aching burn between her thighs, his eyes deep pools of temptation that she would happily drown in.

He trailed that finger down her cheek, waking up her goosebumps as he continued along her jaw, his thumb brushing against her lips. She parted them, her breathing picking up the pace, her heart thudding against her ribs and she couldn't tear her gaze away.

He bent down and brushed his lips against hers, a teasing kiss, a gentle taste, before pulling back a little. His eyes burned into hers, and she grabbed the front of his t-shirt, her mouth claiming his for another kiss because one just wasn't enough. He moaned against her lips, his hands sliding up over her waist, gripping at her vest top and pulling it up so he could smooth his palms over her skin.

She gasped at the feel of those calloused hands on her midriff, her mouth opening to welcome the taste of him, his tongue gliding smoothly against hers as he backed her up. Her Converse scraped against the gravel, legs stumbling backwards until she collided with his truck, his kiss deepening with desperate hunger. She shoved a hand into that glorious hair, fingers sliding through soft locks as he reached around to grab her arse, groaning as he moulded it with his hands.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he breathed. He pinned her against the truck, hips grinding, and she whimpered. She could feel how hard he was, and she ached for more, arching her back, greedy for his touch.

MC slid her hands under his t-shirt, sighing at the delicious ripple of firm muscle, the soft hair on his stomach, and achingly smooth skin. She teased his lips with tongue and teeth, drawing soft sounds from his throat, he was very vocal and it spurred her on. His hands moved to her thighs, sliding upwards, fingers delving under the hem of her tiny shorts. They were short enough for him to grab the flesh of her arse and he hummed in approval.

"I've been wanting to get my hands on your arse for bloody weeks," he murmured. He bent to mouth at her neck, his hands groping and moulding her flesh. "So fucking sexy."

MC tilted her head back, a soft groan leaving her mouth as he sucked at her neck, tongue sliding over her hot skin. "Keep groping me like that and I won't be responsible for my actions," she teased.

"Hmm, is that right?" He squeezed her arse even harder with a growl, before sliding his hands up and around, pushing them up under her vest to cup her breasts, his fingers sliding over the lace of her bra. "Oops, more groping. What are you gonna do?"

She chuckled and slid her hand down to cup him through his jeans, palming along his length with slow deliberate strokes. He groaned and rutted against her hand. "Fuck, yes..."

"You like that, huh?" She whispered.

He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes looking down at her hand as she rubbed, his hips rocking. He bit his lower lip, moaning. "Your place or mine?" He asked. "I need to get you somewhere, and fast, before I fuck you against my truck."

Hunger, hot and feverish swept over her, an ache so fierce she was panting with it. Her fingers fumbled at his jeans, tugging at the buttons. "Do it," she begged. "Fuck me."

A shocked sound left his mouth, his eyes wide as he looked at her. She stared back at him, breathing hard, her body begging for him to take her.

"What...are you sure?"

She had his jeans open now, and she kept her eyes on his as she slid a hand inside, her fingers sliding over the hot, silky skin of his hard cock. She felt it twitch under her touch, a low moan coming from him, his eyes hooded and glazed over as she began to stroke him. "I want it," she whispered.

Utterly gorgeous, sexy and adorably cute. Oh, she was sure.

Garreth groaned and kissed her, his mouth devouring her as he made quick work of her shorts, shoving them downwards to expose the pretty lace of her knickers. Impatient fingers tugged that lace aside, sliding eagerly down and delving into her waiting slick. MC moaned, lips parting as Garreth skilfully swept finger tips over her opening, soaking his fingers with an appreciative groan before sliding two deep inside of her.

"All this for me," he said. He pumped his fingers, twisting them slightly. "Fuck, MC, you're perfect."

MC whimpered and rocked her hips, clinging to him as the pad of his thumb sought out her clit and rubbed in torturous, slow circles. "Garreth..."

"Tell me," he whispered. His mouth moved to her ear, nipping and kissing along the shell of it. He moaned into her ear, his fingers curling and rubbing her into a panting, moaning mess. "That's it, fucking moan for me. I want to hear you."

His filthy talk was so hot, adding to the desperate ache. Her thighs trembled and her back arched, her head tilted back and rolled in ecstasy against the window of his truck as he sucked bright blooms of red down her neck. She could feel the building pressure of her climax, each firm, deliberate thrust of his fingers driving her faster and faster towards it. She didn't care that they were outside and someone could come along and catch them at any moment. All that mattered was his smouldering green eyes and the way his fingers were driving her crazy.

"Garreth," she cried. Her nails dug into the flesh of his arm, the muscle beneath her grip flexing as he fucked her with his hand. Her climax hit, and she clenched around his fingers, a cry leaving her lips, splitting the quiet darkness of the night around them.

Garreth whispered words of praise into her ear, his fingers easing gently, stroking her in teasing slow circles as she shuddered with little after shocks, overly sensitive and throbbing. "Such a good girl," he whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you now. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "Please..."

Garreth slipped the jacket from her shoulders, opening the truck door and throwing it inside. He slid both hands up her body, pushing up her vest top to expose her bra. He hummed in appreciation, his thumbs hooking back the lace.

"I need to see these," he murmured. He tugged back the lace and bent to lick across her breasts, moaning against her flesh as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, his tongue rolling over her hardened peak. "Delicious," he whispered.

He kissed up over her collar bone and throat, finding her mouth, and he kissed her deeply. His hands reached around to grab her arse again. He moaned and pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna turn you around, alright?"

MC nodded. "Okay."

He smiled and kissed her nose, his hands gently turning her, shuffling them along a bit until they were at the open passenger door of the truck. He pushed her forward and bent her in over the seat, her legs trembling as he slid her knickers down over her hips, letting them pool at her ankles with her shorts. He smoothed his hands over her arse and hips, dipping between her legs to tease her with gentle fingers before pressing her thighs open a little more. "Fucking hell," he groaned. "That looks so perfect."

MC felt a blush heat her face as he caressed and teased her from behind, her breasts squished against the seat, her hands gripping the edge as he slid fingers inside of her again. He worked her open, soft moans leaving her lips as she felt the brush of his cock against her thigh.

"Please..." She whimpered. She rocked her hips eagerly. She felt the pressure of his tip as he rubbed it teasingly against her slick heat. She rocked her hips again, and he moaned.

"So greedy for my cock," he whispered. He guided himself inside of her, both of them moaning at the intrusion. He filled her up so perfectly, and as he began to move, MC buried her face into the seat. Her hands grappled for purchase against the leather, bracing against the centre console of the truck as he began to fuck her hard.

A cry left her mouth, his skin slapping against her arse in a punishing rhythm, the truck rocking on its wheels as he braced one arm against the top of the door frame. His other hand gripped her hip, breathless grunts, and moans spilling from his mouth as he pounded relentlessly. The angle was utter bliss, each thrust hitting that sweet spot until she saw white spots in front of her eyes. Her climax came swift, ripping through her with blazing heat, her walls clenching tightly around him.

Garreth swore viciously, grinding against her tight and hard with a growl before pulling out. MC whimpered at the sudden emptiness, gasping as his cock slapped against her arse, sliding upwards, hot and throbbing as his cum splattered up her sweaty back.

All she could hear were their tortured breaths in the silence as they took a moment to recover. And then the truck dipped, and he leaned in over her. She smiled as she felt his lips soft and teasing against her shoulder blade.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

She nodded. "That was so good," she said.

She heard him fumbling about and turned her head. He grinned as he pulled a rag out of the door compartment and wiped the cum from her back. He chuckled. "Apologies, I made a bit of a mess."

"We made a mess," she chuckled.

He helped her out of the truck, and as she adjusted her bra and vest top, he bent to slide her knickers and shorts up her legs. She smiled at him, appreciating the way he was taking care of her. One minute, he was banging her within an inch of her life. The next, he was sweetly tugging up her knickers and pressing soft kisses on her thighs. What more could she ask for?

When he stood up, she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him in close. She stared up into those pretty green eyes of his. For so long, she had met them with shy smiles. Now she had seen them burn with desire, and for her no less. The smile she gave him now was one of intimacy, appreciating the fucked out daze of his eyes knowing that she had put it there.

She liked that look. She could get used to seeing it all too easily. She cupped his face and pressed a slow kiss to his lips.

"You know we are doing that again, right?"

His eyebrows lifted, his eyes pleased, eager. "We are?"

She smirked and nodded. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine," he said. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Might have to stop at McDonald's drive-through on the way, though. I'm fucking starving."

MC giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Deal. And it's my treat seeing as you came to my rescue this evening."

He kissed her nose, his hands roaming around to cup her backside again. He was definitely an arse man. "Sex and a burger. Best night ever," he grinned.

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playchoicesconfessions · 7 months

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‘I miss the shared universe Choices was building. I miss Hartfeld University, Northbridge, Ryan Summers and Cassandra Leigh. I wish those elements would return.’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

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achillean-archives · 1 year

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*Note: This post isn't about if this Ken in the Barbie movie is going to be queer but that he is inspired by a Ken doll that "accidently" became a queer icon. Ryan Gosling's Ken in Barbie(2023) is based on the famous best selling Ken doll, Earring Magic Ken, also know as Fey Ken or Gay Ken.

"Mattel had conducted a survey of girls asking if Ken should be retained as Barbie's boyfriend or whether a new doll should be introduced in that role. Survey results indicated that girls wanted Ken kept but wanted him to look "cooler". USA Today noted after the American International Toy Fair that the doll Soul Train Jamal was also wearing an earring that year. According to manager of marketing communications for Mattel, Lisa McKendall, "We tried to keep [Ken] as cool as possible." This generation of the Ken doll had blond highlights in his traditionally brown hair and was dressed in a lavender mesh shirt, purple pleather vest, a necklace with a circular charm and, as the name indicates, an earring in his left ear.

These clothing choices led to gay commentator Dan Savage joking that Mattel toy designers had "spent a weekend in LA or New York dashing from rave to rave, taking notes and Polaroids." He also suggested that little girls' idea of coolness was shaped by homoerotic MTV music videos, Madonna's dancers, and what ACT UP/Queer Nation members were wearing to demonstrations and parties. Donna Gibbs told the San Francisco Examiner in November 1993 that the team of (presumably straight) women who made the doll were surprised that gay men wanted him.

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In July 1993, Dan Savage wrote an article on Earring Magic Ken titled, "Ken Comes Out." He noted in his article that, in addition to his outfit's perceived flamboyance, his necklace resembled chrome sex toys that queer people were wearing as charms at the time. Savage expressed feelings of ambivalence about Ken's new style, writing, "Queer Ken is the high water mark of, depending on your point of view, either queer infiltration of popular culture or the thoughtless appropriation of queer culture by heterosexuals [. . .] Queer imagery has so permeated our culture that from rock stars (Axl Rose and his leather chaps) to toy designers, mainstream America isn’t even aware when it’s adopting queer fashions and mores."

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Kitsch-minded gay men responded to this press by buying the doll in record numbers, making Earring Magic Ken the best-selling Ken model in Mattel's history. The doll debuted in stores for around $11 (equivalent to $20.63 in 2021) and had completely sold out by the Christmas season, largely due to gay men buying the doll in droves. Due to high demand, Chicago's FAO Schwartz created a wait list, and, allegedly, some shops in San Francisco began to sell Earring Magic Ken for prices ranging between $17 (equivalent to $31.89 in 2021) to $24 (equivalent to $45.02 in 2021). (The latter claim was disputed in the Bay Area Reporter in October 1993 by the general manager of San Francisco FAO Schwartz. According to him, only a few gay men were coming into his store, and Earring Magic Ken was selling better in New York and Chicago than San Francisco.) Earring Magic Ken was also popular with gay men in the United Kingdom, and sold well at the toy shop Hamleys in 1993. Toy scalper Mr. Barger told the Wall Street Journal in 1996 that Earring Magic Ken was so popular that he was able to re-sell him to specialty shops at premium prices. Richard Roeper, writing for the Chicago Sun Times, referred to him as "The Cabbage Patch Doll of the summer of '93."

A major appeal of the doll for many gay men was that Mattel did not market it to them on purpose. Rick Garcia, director of Chicago's Catholic Advocates for Lesbian and Gay Rights, told People magazine in 1993 that the stereotypical dress was funny to him because he believed it was an accident, and that it would have offended him if it was purposeful. In 1993, many newspapers interviewed individual gay men in California to understand the phenomenon. San Francisco resident described Earring Magic Ken as, "a pariah setting foot in one of America's sanctuaries." Another California resident, Bill Harley, described Earring Magic Ken as, "A campy, funny thing to have." Laguna Beach resident Keith Clark-Epley had more reservations about the toy, saying that, "It's an uptight heterosexual male doll following gay fashion and who is still behind the times," and believed that calling the doll gay could potentially reinforce negative stereotypes about gay people." Source:

#barbie #ryan gosling #barbie ken #ken #barbie 2023 #Earring Magic Ken #Historical Queer moment #accidental queerness #achillean archives #campy

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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hi!!! i’m a newer follower and have been reading your work for a while before following, and i was wondering if i could request a fem!reader and dom!luke smut where luke and the reader is part of the band, and like and reader are in an interview talking about meanings behind songs, and he admits he wrote valentine and no shame about reader, knowing that reader had a massive crush on him and then they eventually yk 😋

Confessions

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Luke x feminine and lead singer!reader

Warnings: sexual content, some language/blasphemy (oh god, etc.), p in v, hair pulling, genital worship, small hints at a sir and size difference kink, oral (m receiving), fluffy ending

Word Count: 3695

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! This was so sweet and fun to write. I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things after traveling for my 5sos shows and getting settled at college, so thanks for your patience<3

Please do not read if you are under 18

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“Please welcome…5 Seconds of Summer!” Ryan Seacrest cheered as he welcomed you and the boys to the stage.

You and the guys walked out, waving to the fans who had made the journey to come to the On Air studio. With it being CALM release week, this was the fourth radio show today, but you didn’t mind. You loved it.

“Take a seat, guys. How are you?” Ryan asked, sitting down in his host chair.

“We’re good!” You smiled, sitting in between Luke and Michael.

At the very start of your career, you and the boys had decided that you would be the sort of “spokesperson” for the band. As the female lead singer, the boys wanted your fans to have someone to look up to. You always tried to do that, not only for the fans, but for yourself.

“So, let’s talk CALM,” Ryan smiled. “What do you think, Michael?”

“I think CALM is our best album yet, honestly. We did a lot of exploring in not only our music but in us as well, y’know?” Michael said, talking animatedly.

You and Luke looked at each other and shared a smile, looking into each other’s eyes. The making of CALM had been a new time for you both. Luke had begun to explore his femininity more and you had encouraged him the whole time. Being the only girl in the whole band, you were the one he came to when he had started wanting to wear makeup. You were both so caught up in looking at each other that you didn’t even notice Ryan asking a question.

“Luke?” Ryan asked. “Luke, you with us?”

Luke snapped out of his trance, looking away from you and towards Ryan. “Sorry.” he said sheepishly, flashing that million-dollar-smile that made the girls in the audience scream.

“Now that you’re paying attention,” he chuckled. “Which song on CALM has the most personal meaning to you?”

Luke pretended to mull it over in his mind, but he knew what the answer was. It was the one song he had written solely alone. He usually ran songs by you guys before they were finished, but this one felt more personal. Mostly because he hadn’t felt like being asked what the song was about during the writing process.

“Probably No Shame.” he smiled softly.

“That’s an interesting choice, y’know. Because it’s not one of the deeper songs. It’s fun, it’s upbeat, it’s loud. Can you explain that choice to us more?” Ryan waved his hand across the crowd, looking at Luke.

Luke blushed, his cheeks tulip-pink. He had only told one person the real meaning of No Shame, and it was Ashton. He hadn’t planned on saying it on national television, but it was now or never.

“Can I admit something?” the blond asked.

“Absolutely, let’s hear it.” Ryan grinned, eager for any pieces of juicy gossip on his show.

You, Calum, and Michael looked at Luke, cocking your head. Your answers for live-viewing shows were usually pre-planned so it was incredibly odd that Luke was going off-script. He wasn’t usually one to do that.

“I wrote No Shame about Y/N…” Luke blushed, giggling and covering his hands with his face.

The crowd went wild. You looked over at Luke who had hunched over, covering his face with his hands. Despite your shock, you couldn’t help the blush that crept onto your cheeks as well. You smiled over at Luke, placing your hand on his knee as the other boys exploded into fits of giggles.

“God, I can’t believe I just said that on national TV.” Luke mumbled.

You giggled yourself, looking up at Luke with happy eyes. You’d had a crush on the beautiful blond for quite some time now, but hadn’t acted on it. In your mind, Luke was way out of your league. Even though you were both lead singers, there was just something about Luke that made him a star. Looking up at him made something shift in you, though. If he could admit such big things about you on national TV, then you could do the same to him.

You tilted your chin up and pecked Luke’s freckled cheek, giggling softly. “I like you too, Luke.”

“Well, if that isn’t a moment that will go down in On Air history!” Ryan cheered, looking out at the audience and encouraging them to up the cheering.

You and Luke were both red in the face as the crowd cheered and your other bandmates egged you on with dumb jokes. It had been a leap of faith, but seeing everyone’s positive reactions so far made the both of you confident in your decision.

The show eventually came to an end, with the last segment being an unscripted part where the band read the latest tweets about you and Luke. Most of them used the term “OTP” and had a plethora of heart emojis, but you and Luke couldn’t care less.

“That was amazing, guys!” Your manager smiled once the cameras were cut and you were walking backstage. “Great way to boost the ratings for them and us.”

“Oh…that…wasn’t for publicity,” Luke mumbled sheepishly. “It’s the truth.”

You smirked, grabbing your songwriting journal from off of a coffee table and throwing it into your tote bag. “Same here.”

“Ugh, lovebirds.” Calum rolled his eyes jokingly as he brushed past you, heading to the bus.

Eventually, you and Luke followed the rest of the crew out to the bus, trailing slightly behind everyone else. It was a warm, March day; the perfect type of weather for crush confessions, in your opinion.

“So, um, sorry if that was awkward.” Luke rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“I’ve liked you for a while too,” You giggled. “Valentine is actually about you.” You said, looking down at your Doc Martens.

“Really?” Luke asked, finally making eye contact with you.

“Mhm.” You whispered softly, tucking a strand of your dyed-purple-hair behind your ear and smiling up at him.

Luke giggled and your heart swelled. You had always thought his laugh was the cutest sound ever, but thought that if you told him that, he would think you were flirting with him. Now seemed like the perfect time to say it, though. Couldn’t get anymore ballsy than you’d already been today.

“I’ve always loved your laugh. It’s so pretty.” You told him honestly.

The blond blushed, before picking you up and spinning you around. “I know it’s early for this, but do ya know what I love?”

“What?”

“You.” he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You grabbed the back of Luke’s head and neck softly, entangling your fingers in his blond curls before kissing him back just as deeply. It wasn’t a “sexy” kiss per say, it was more of a kiss with longing. You and Luke had both wanted each other for so long, but had been too scared to act on it, and now you were finally doing so. As you pulled back from each other and giggled, Luke carried you up the bus steps and inside, still holding you with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands under your bum.

You heard the low chuckles as Luke carried you past where they were sitting in the living area, but right now, you didn’t care. All you cared about was Luke’s body on yours after wanting him for so painfully long. The blond carefully laid you down in his bunk, pulling off your shoes before doing the same for himself and climbing inside. He let out a shy giggle, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted to tell you that for a really long time.” Luke admitted.

You sat up and pecked Luke’s lips again. “I feel the same way, Lu. But I do have a question.”

“Mhm.” he mumbled, rather lost in thought as he looked at you.

“Did you really write ‘I love the way you’re screaming my name’ about me?”

Luke chuckled. “I did,” he said with no embarrassment, craning his head to softly suckle on your neck where the neckline of floral, scoop-neck dress dipped. “Is this okay?”

You moaned lowly, moving to sit yourself in his lap. “Please. Keep doing that.”

The blond did as told, slowly making his way from behind your ear to your collarbone, leaving gentle hickeys everywhere. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he mumbled.

You blushed at Luke’s words, slowly adjusting yourself in his lap. You didn’t even put that much friction in when you tried to move, but you felt his dick becoming hard as it brushed against your thigh. Luke paused, pulling back from your body and gripping your hips.

“What do you think you’re doing, missy?” he chuckled out, fully aware of the tent growing in his pants.

“Sorry.” You giggled, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

Luke smirked, laying you back against the bunk. He slowly moved the neckline of your dress, beginning to leave more hickeys just above your boobs. He had carefully angled himself just so, so that his erect dick was brushing against your crotch. You let out a strangled moan, tangling your fingers in his blond curls and pulling softly, yanking his face ever closer to your own.

“Are you leaving heart shaped hickeys on me?” You huffed out, your cheeks blushed.

“How did you know?” he giggled so softly.

Your heart practically melted with love for the blond boy. He was so perfect in every single way already. “Just a hunch.” You said sweetly, grinding your body up to meet his.

“We can hear you in there, y’know,” Ashton laughed out. “Get a room.”

Luke abruptly pulled back from you, cheeks burning. “Sorry, Ash!”

You smiled, straightening your dress and Luke’s collar and pants. “Good thing tonight’s a hotel night, huh?” You winked and pushed yourself out of the bed, going into the living area.

Luke intended to follow you, but for right now, he was content to lay back against his pillows, palming himself slowly and thinking about how today had been.

Luke had had a crush on you since you were both fifteen, at the very start of the band. You were beautiful, with long pink and a smile that shone like he was getting into heaven. It was innocent at first, just him wanting to hang out with you and maybe give you a little kiss, but as time progressed, he wanted you. He wanted to know every inch of your body and how it would feel, sweaty and grinding against his. He’d been able to keep the crush at bay for several years, but as you grew and matured into a beautiful young woman, the blond couldn’t help but to admire you once again.

You’d felt the exact same way. You loved Luke with such a passion it almost hurt sometimes. He was kind and caring and handsome, and if you were being completely honest, sexy. To know that he finally felt the same way about you was like getting closure after all these years.

The blond sat up, dragging himself out of bed and heading to the tiny bus bathroom for a cold shower. He didn’t need the guys, and especially not you, to hear him jacking off after he’d just made out with you. Fifteen minutes and some very cold water later, Luke’s “issue” was fixed and he wandered into the living area where the rest of you were.

You and Michael were sitting on the couch, looking over some lyrics and humming melodies while Calum watched something on the television and Ashton scrolled through Twitter. Luke watched eagerly, wondering what you were writing now.

“Oh, hey!” You smiled when Luke sat down next to you with a sandwich. “Mike and I were just working on some lyrics and stuff.”

“And no. They aren’t about you and your horny ass,” Michael joked. “Oh fuck fuck fuck. Right there, Y/N. Feels so good!” he said in a high-pitched, low quality rendition of Luke.

“Fuck off.” Luke mumbled, throwing a pillow at Michael as your cheeks burned.

Michael laughed, turning to Calum. “Remind me not to get a room next to these two tonight.”

Calum completely ignored him, fixated on the true crime show that was playing. “Mhm.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Sure. Luke and Y/N are horny.” Calum shrugged, turning back to the TV.

You and Luke looked at each other before bursting out into a fit of giggles. You both knew it was true, but hearing your bandmates say it so bluntly really put into perspective what you and Luke had done on national television.

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly, with a mix of movies and trading lyrics and song ideas with the band. You had taken a soft nap against the window of the living room, listening to the rain beat against the side of the bus as it drove through various cityscapes to your next destination. You were still rather groggy as the band unloaded off the bus in Seattle, walking into the hotel sleepily.

“Alright, room assignments. Michael, room 1197. Calum, room 1194. Ashton, room 1199. Luke and Y/N, room 1169. It’s the only one with a king-sized bed on the eleventh floor.” Your manager informed the group.

“Anyone else think it’s ironic that Luke and Y/N are in room sixty-nine?” Michael chuckled.

“Shut up, Mike,” You laughed, shoving his shoulder softly. “You’re just jealous you don’t get any.”

Michael’s face was absolutely appalled as you all stepped off the elevator and headed towards your separate rooms. Luke held your hand, humming softly as the rest of the guys went their way.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” he asked as you unlocked the room door.

“Says you.”

Luke blushed, holding the door open for you and pulling all your luggage inside. “I mean it. That’s what drew me to you. You love to banter, you’re funny, you’re kind, and you’re really fuckin’ hot.” he smirked.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, sitting on the bed as you slipped off your cardigan, your shoes, and your socks and let your hair down. “If that’s the case, why don’t you show me a little acoustic version of No Shame, yeah? After all, it’s for me.” You flashed Luke a million-dollar smile, nodding towards his guitar.

The blond absolutely couldn’t say no to you, so he quickly retrieved his acoustic, sitting next to you. “I wrote this one for a very special girl.” he chuckled.

You nodded and listened as Luke began to play, but as soon as he reached the end of the chorus you stopped him. “I think you really need experience to relate to this song, y’know?”

“How do you suggest I do that?” Luke asked, raising a cocky brow and resting his arm on his guitar.

“You tell me.” You grinned, running your pointer finger along his chin.

Luke quickly got up, placing the guitar back into its case before laying down on the bed and pulling you into him. “You, my love, are a musical genius.” he giggled, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I dunno. You just wrote that masterpiece.”

He began to trail kisses all over your face, neck, and chest, running his hands along your back until he finally came to the zipper of your dress. “May I?”

You nodded frantically, strands of your lavender hair falling in your face. “Please.”

Luke did as you told him to, running his hands along your bare back and the clasp of your bra, moving to passionately make out with you. His lips moved in sync with yours, your tongues whispering soft hellos instead of fighting for dominance. The blond only pulled back from you as his fingers traced over the hooks on your back. “Is it okay if I do this?”

“Thank you for asking,” You blushed. “Yes, please do it.”

The way Luke was asking for consent about everything made you sure you had made the right choice. He slowly pulled your bra and dress back from your chest, and you swore you saw his jaw drop.

“You are so damn beautiful.” he whispered, rolling over so that you were now on the bottom.

“Touch me. God, Luke. Please.”

“Oh, so you’re impatient too,” he laughed. “Don’t be so greedy, princess.”

You watched as Luke sat up, straddling you, and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. You had seen Luke shirtless many times before, but this was different. You longed to have his body pressed against yours. As if he could read your mind, Luke slowly slid your dress off your hips and threw it next to your shirt, leaving you in just your lacy, pink panties.

“Goddamn.” he huffed out, eyes wide with hunger for the feast in front of him.

He pressed his body against yours, making sure you could feel his growing tent against your already-sensitive clit. He began to trail more hickeys along the ones he had left earlier, marking sure you were thoroughly marked up. You ran your nails along Luke’s back, moaning at the new and wonderful sensation.

“Lu, Luke,” You whimpered. “Feels so good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” he smirked, slowly sliding your panties off with his thumbs.

Luke slowly crouched and began to kiss your inner thighs, before sitting up to undo his belt and remove his jeans. Both he and you couldn’t have been more eager. The second Luke’s boxers were off and his dick was standing tall, both of your hormones went wild. The blond had retrieved a condom from his back pocket and rolled it onto his erect dick, already panting heavily at how sensitive he was.

“Can you take it with no lube?” he nearly growled, trailing his finger along your wet folds.

You nodded, reaching up for him. “Want the pain,” You moaned out. “I just need you inside of me.” You almost wailed.

“Roll over.” Luke said, placing a kiss to the area just below your belly button.

You did as told and Luke placed a pillow under your hips, wanting to make sure he nearly overwhelmed you with sensations for your very first time with him. Without another warning, he slammed into you, and you gasped at the sensation of being overly full. You weren’t a virgin, by any means, but you’d never been with a man as big as Luke.

“Oh my god,” You panted. “So big.”

That absolutely stroked the blond’s ego, which led to him speeding up the pace. Luke railed into you at an almost alarming rate, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing through the small hotel room.

“God, you’re so tight for me.” he huffed, landing a smack to your plump ass.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. “Luke!”

“Awww, almost ready to cum, princess? Already? But I haven't even had my fun.” Luke pouted sarcastically.

“Just makin’ me feel so good.” You nearly cried out, a tear rolling down your cheek at the overstimulation.

“Good girl.” Luke’s husky voice filled the air as he continued to ride you, working the rhythm.

That nearly made you cum on the spot. You whimpered as Luke tugged on your hair, loving the sensation of pain coming from so many different areas.

“Need to cum.” You whined.

Luke landed another smack against you. “Am I making you feel good?”

You nodded eagerly. “Mhm.”

“Then go ahead, sweetheart.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go of that white-hot ball of sex that had been building in your tummy for the past while, eagerly crying out Luke’s name as your walls clenched around his dick.

“You are such a good girl.” he cooed, slowly pulling out and massaging your shoulders, leaving tiny kisses on them.

“Can I make you feel good? Please?” You asked, rolling over and looking up at him with big eyes. “It’s what you deserve, sir.”

There was no way Luke was able to say no to that. Especially not after those words just came from a pretty little fucked-out mouth with a face of running mascara that he had ruined. Luke laid on his back and you spread his legs, crouching in between them. You rolled the condom off of him, smiling up at him the whole time.

“It’s so big.” You smirked, palming his erection and running your thumb across his pretty pink tip.

“Maybe you’re just tiny,” Luke panted out. “I love it. You’re making me hard, Y/N.”

“Were you not already hard?” You asked with an innocent smirk.

Luke moaned, throwing his head back. “Suck.” he demanded.

“If you say so,” You giggled. “It tastes so good.” You mumbled around his dick as you slowly took him into your mouth.

“Oh god,” Luke gasped out. “Fuck fuck fuck, feels so good.”

By this point, you had taken nearly all of his eight inches into your mouth and were bobbing your head back and forth, stimulating his sensitive dick. The rest that wouldn’t fit received a nice handjob from you, with you pumping just right to match the rhythm that you were sucking him off.

“Gonna cum.” he almost cried out and it was probably the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

You nodded against him and Luke released, sending thick, white, ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You moaned as well, feeling the way he had absolutely coated your mouth.

“I love you.” he moaned as you moved to snuggle into his chest, both of you panting and trying to ride out your highs.

“I love you too, Lu.” You whispered.

Both of you were sweaty and naked, but this was the most comfortable you had ever felt around each other. To know you both felt the same way was the best feeling in the entire universe. You now knew Luke on a whole new level and he felt the same way about you.

“Thank you, On Air with Ryan Seacrest.” the blond chuckled quietly, holding you closer to his cheat.

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supergirl000983 · 10 days

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Random Outta Pocket moments on the Ranch.

Y/N: *Falls off horse* Fuck…Ouch

Travis: You ok Darlin?

Beth: *Watching her sister walk funny up to the gate* What’s the matter with you?

Y/N: My Thong is Thonging a little too hard.

Travis: *Looking up at the sky questioning his wife choices* Dear God

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Y/N: *Falling on the couch between Travis and Beth* Damn what a week.

John: Sweetheart it’s 6:30 pm on a Monday

Y/N: *falling back into Travis* Jesus Christ Fuck me.

Travis: Not Jesus, but I can totally do that later tonight.

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Y/N: Your existence confuses me greatly.

Jimmy: How so?

Y/N: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of something bad happening to you is upsetting to me.

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John: Are yall sober?

Beth while holding up Y/N: We are moderately functional.

John: I'll take that as a no.

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Y/N: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Dutton way. Which is the wrong way, but faster.

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Kayce - Travis, what did I say about PDA?

Travis: *with Y/n on his lap and in the middle of a make-out session* I don't know what you're talking about brother.

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Colby: I'm a real asset.

Ryan: You're only off by two letters.

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Teeter: Between Ryan, Jimmy, Colby, and Walker - if you had to, who would you punch?

Y/N: No one - they're my friends! I wouldn't punch any of them.

Lloyd: Walker?

Y/N: Yeah, but I don't know why.

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Kayce: Where's Jamie?

Beth: Somewhere disappointing Dad

Y/N: Somewhere disappointing God

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Y/N: "Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Teeter!"

Teeter: "You can't expect me to look into your eyes and be straight."

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Travis: Why is your back all scratched up?

Y/n : *flashbacks to messing with a chicken Travis told her not to mess with

Y/n: I'm having an affair

Travis: What?

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Kayce: I thought Beth told you to stay in bed

Y/n: She did, but there's a scary monster in my closet, soooo here I am

Rip: was the monster scarier than Beth when She's mad?

Y/n:...

Y/n: I'm going back to bed

Travis: good girl

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Kayce : I think your mom mixed up our lunches. Look.

holds up a post-it note that says "I'm proud of you and I love you so much."]

Tate: Oh, that explains this.

holds up a post-it note that says

"Please be good. For the love of God, be good. "]

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John: If you three can manage not to kill each other while I'm gone-

Y/N: Oh please...

Beth: *Fake smiles*

Jamie: We're not children.

John: ...*walks away*

Y/N: ...

Jamie: ...

Beth: …

Y/N: Fucking Cunt-Cakes

Beth: Eat shit and die.

Jamie: Yes, fuck you.

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Walker: You know, Travis, real talk bro, you never say nothin' when you're around us. Why is that?

Travis: Cause I don't fucking like you guys.

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John: Don't pull any of those stunts like you did last time.

Y/N: I made an offering.

John: You dropped a dead mouse into Summer’s lap.

Y/N: Yes! Like a cat.

John: You are not a cat!

Y/N: No... tragically, I am a woman.

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Sheriff : Think you can answer questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Y/N: If you can ask them without the usual level of stupid.

Sheriff : Where's your Dad and why hasn't anyone been able to contact him?

Y/N: I dunno, l've been here, haven't seen him in days.

Sheriff : Is he drinking again?

Y/N: What do you mean again? He never had to stop.

Sheriff: But he did have to slow down, is he drinking like he used to?

Y/N: Alright, how bout this? Next time I see him, l'll give him the field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet, start with F & end with U.

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*Beth and Summer arguing*

Kayce: …

Monica: …

Rip: …

John: …

Y/N: l'ma instigate.

Travis: *pulling her back and putting his hand over her mouth* NO!

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Travis: *pissed off* Sometimes I can't stand you.

Y/N: *while walking away* Then kneel!And while you're down there, occupy your mouth.

Travis: I.....

Teeter: 000000....

Jimmy: I- I-... She has no fear. None. Absolutely no survival instinct, no self preservation. None!

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Travis: To apologize I’m getting you whatever flowers you want

Y/N: Fuck flowers buy me a horse.

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Kayce: Won't be gone long. Left everyone their own list of instructions while I ain't here.

Y/N: Mine just says "Y/N, no."

Rip: Apply it to everything

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Y/N: Why don't you ever take me outside in the middle of the night to look at the stars?

Travis: Cause I woke ya up at 4:30 once to hunt with me and ya said anything before 9am was costin' me my dick.

Y/N: Maybe I meant you'd get laid.

Travis: Ya had a knife, Y/N.

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Rip: What's wrong?

Travis: Food's hot. Can't eat it.

Y/N: I'm hot.

Travis:*looking exasperated* Don't.

Y/N: You still eat me.

Everyone at the table: *crickets chirping*

John: *beating his forehead on the table* Just-one-normal dinner. I just want one.

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Colby: The fuck's wrong with you?!

Teeter: *sipping her coffee* Wow, could you at least say good morning?

Colby: Good mornin. The fuck's wrong with you?!

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Lloyd: what's a word that's a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Jake: disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Jimmy: smad.

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Y/N: I’m a person that likes to think things through.

Jamie: Since when? I once saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire.

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Beth: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Rip: Sure!

Rip: Whats your favorite color?

Beth: *laser fucking focused* Triangle. Do you love me?

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#yellowstoneimagines #beth dutton imagine #yellowstone ranch #beth dutton #rip wheeler imagine #y/n dutton #john dutton #ripxbeth #imagine #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone ryan imagine #Travis Wheatley Imagine #taylor sheridan #Teeter #Colby #Jake #Lloyd #rip wheeler

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as a historical fashion enjoyer the quarry's "1950s" DLC pack outfits are a bit 'modern people trying to put a vaguely '50s look together with modern clothes' looking to me (which may very well have been their intention!) but here's some ideas because i love to be extra:

emma inspired by casual marilyn monroe looks, but with a retro cheerleader ponytail. i liked the scarf idea but i thought her look read the least as 1950s with the colour choices and style of shirt/trousers. for abi i was looking at a picture of 1950s tomboy style with a bigger sweater and rolled up, masculine trousers. i thought as the artist she should have paint on her clothes, and her hair is curled tighter to look shorter and pinned with a barette. also for a 50s backpack, it should look like [this, probably with its own paint stains too.] for nick he's described as 'nerdy' so i added glasses (i think he had them in concept art too?) and leaned into that so he looks more like doody in grease live lol. the orange soda badge is a gift from a camper.

jacob can wear jeans tbh there should be more jeans idk why supermassive decided that ppl didn't wear jeans in the 1950s, especially elvis-loving teenagers. the classic white tee, jeans and converse look is great for him he just needs the proper 1950s elvis hair. for laura's again i was leaning into casual marilyn , (like i think supermassive were trying to do) just more dressed down than emma with rolled jeans. and she needed a hat! so i also put her hair down. max needs a proper short, gelled preppy hairdo. also i don't think he'd be in a full buttoned up collar and tie to drive down to summer camp, so i used the same-ish colour palette but gave him a flannel.

dylan's look was the most true to 1950s i'd say, so i just used a more exciting print for the shirt. i like the clashing patterns for him. ryan's was also not bad but has very little personality so i thought he could have more of that rebel vibe like again seen in some concept art for him. in the group livestream justice was talking about wanting to play a competent badass character anyway! for kaitlyn she's got the most tomboyish look of the gals, but i missed the colour in her outfit so she gets a fun shirt too. anyway, here they are!

#the quarry #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #jacob custos #laura kearney #max brinly #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #i think my biggest takeaway with the decades look actually #is that if they'd changed the HAIRSTYLES it might have read better on quite a few of them #same with the 80s fits. it's the hair that's not giving the right decade #lmk what y'all think in the replies!!!!#i love reblogs but i know since these are rough sketches they might not be everyone's taste

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labyrinth - r.a

summary: five months after y/n breaks up with her boyfriend, she leans on ryan for help and as a comfort zone. when she has to face her ex again for the first time since at a party, ryan and y/n realize that their connection is stronger than their friendship can handle.

ryan atwood x reader

“summer, do you have that black top i can wear?” marissa asked her friend while preparing for a summer party with the teens in newport. getting ready for their senior year, the group was elated. they were ready to start thinking about their future and it seemed like everyone was happy with their current situation. summer had seth, and it seemed like the drama had dialed down.

y/n was spending a lot of time with ryan. her boyfriend, anthony, was brutally dumped by y/n. ryan was her main support after the fact. everyday, ryan saw her and helped her get back up on her own two feet, being her crutch. ryan knew she needed a shoulder when she didn’t have anyone else’s.

anthony and y/n were the cookie cutter couple. they had the whole town on their back, praying their relationship could be as perfect. the walking hand in hand, the meeting at each others lockers completely concealed the emotion of the real people. none the social part their relationship showed could fix the personal part. toward the end, she was checked out. the fighting and words had become too much, so one night, when the words were stronger than the love, y/n decided it was over.

it’s been five months since that stormy night. she knew he was going to be there, and they haven’t spoken since the end of school. she doesn’t want him to ruin another fun memory for her, so she made the choice to go. if marissa and summer were there, she could be too.

“yeah, its in my closet, grab it.” summer replied as marissa went into the closet. “hey you.” summer came over and sat next to y/n on the bed while she was painting mascara on her eyelashes.

“hey.” she mumbles.

“you ready to go soon?” she said understandingly.

“yeah, i’m just nervous. he’s gonna want to talk to me.”

“i know, he’ll try. but ryans coming too.” summer nudges her arm, a thin smirk on her face. even after knowing ryan and being close for years, she still got nervous hearing his name. “your knight in shining armor will come and protect you!”

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the scent of hard liquor and joints were surrounding the mansion that the party took place at. people taking shots and sparking up outside the fence. people were thrown into the pool and the music from the speaker boomed through the whole neighborhood.

summer and seth arrived, arms twisted together. marissa met up with her own individual friends, and y/n was off to the side, taking small sips of a hard seltzer she took from the outdoor freezer. she observed the group of people in front of her while she leaned against the wall of the house. she felt a hand on her shoulder and she whipped to the side.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” ryan said, softly with his own beer. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing hanging out all by yourself?”

“what’s a pretty guy like you doing coming over here?” she retorted. they laughed together and stood for a few minutes, making sly comments back to each other. “i have a question.”

“i have one too.” ryan replied back. “say it at the same time.” y/n nodded back at him.

“wanna get out of here?”

“wanna leave?”

ryan and y/n smiled and shook hands, agreeing to leave. marissa, summer, and seth were all aware we were leaving. they probably figured they’d leave anyway.

y/n threw out her seltzer can and ran to catch up to ryan. her sandals slapped on the cement surface of the deck as she skipped next to ryan. they smiled at each other, looking at ease and peace had graced both of their feelings. feeling another hand on her arm, she slowly turned around. because it was not ryan, and she knew all too well who it was.

she turned around to see the outgrown buzz cut on the boys head and looked into his deep green eyes. his height towered over her and all the words came crashing back into her mind like a wave. the aggressive aroma of marijuana and whiskey came running into y/n’s nose. his taunting smile peeled up on his face. “y/n! nice to see you.”

“im leaving, anthony, let go.” she assertively said.

“why you leaving, babe the party’s just starting!” his words slurred together and she found it slightly impressive how he managed to drink this much in such little time. she grimaced at the old name he gave her.

“shes leaving with me.” ryan came out of the side and stepped between us, ripping anthony’s hand off y/n’s wrist.

“oh! i see it really took you no time to get a move on.” anthony looks her dead in the eyes, stepping closer as she steps further. all the fears of coming to this party were displayed on the table. “and of course with this kid. ryan atwood everyone!” he shouted, making some heads turn and spilling some of his glass onto the ground.

“y/n lets just go, we can go back to the cohens.”

“nuh-uh, buddy, we’re not done here, y/n and i.” anthony spat out.

“oh, i’m sorry, my memory might be a little foggy, but,” ryan turned toward y/n. “she called it quits here.”

“exactly, y/n said it’s over.” he nodde his head and perked his head up a little. he adjusted himself toward y/n a little. “sweetheart, I never said it was over.”

“well you didn’t have the balls to call the shots.” y/n spoke up for herself.

“fuck, you still got that mouth on you. lucky Chino over here.” he winked at ryan. ryan started to laugh at anthony, rubbing his hand on his jaw.

y/n grabbed onto ryan’s side and pulled him in. “ryan, don’t. do not get involved and do what i think you’re about to do.”

“…fucking idiot… taking out the chino trash..” anthony’s voice from the corner while talking to one of his friends escaped their bubble and made it’s way into ryan and y/n’s. ryan smoothly turned around and laughed audibly, again.

“god, i love these damn parties.”

his fight response clicked into play. ryan landed a clean punch to anthony’s jaw, drawing it back and shaking it. anthony stumbled back, barely being able to stand straight in the first place. his friends caught him and all eyes were on the three. anthony was strong, and y/n knew it.

before anthony could pull himself together to throw back another punch at ryan, ryan and y/n were running to the car in the street. ryan’s hand had turned a faint purple on his knuckles and a red in the middle of the joints. the second his hand collided with anthony, y/n’s heart skipped a beat. she never wanted to start something new with anthony, and she just wanted it to end. she thought it was over, and the relationship was, but they wouldn’t be separated for a while.

y/n drove the two home in the cohens range rover in silence. ryan didn’t want to talk about it, because he knew she wasn’t mad. she was scared. scared of what a punch would do to them and what would happen to their relationship.

everyone around them knows that when ryan was there for her, neither of them would’ve been able to let go. ryan knew she wasn’t ready to move on, and he wasn’t ready to start something new after his life changed dramatically in a couple years. y/n didn’t want to change things, as he was the only stable thing in her life and she didn’t want it to end up being different.

summer always teased her, and seth always teased ryan, but the pairs fears and history prevented them from changing anything.

once back home, ryan and y/n went to his bathroom and she grabbed a few bandaids and alcohol. she started dabbing on the liquid and ryan hisses at the sting as she apologizes.

“i’m sorry, ryan. i never would’ve gone if i knew this was how it was gonna pan out.” she breathes out.

“don’t apologize. maybe he shouldn’t run his fucking mouth.” ryan looks up at her defeated eyes and sighs. “don’t be pissed off, y/n.”

“i’m not pissed, i just don’t know why you had to punch him.” y/n admits.

“what else did you want me to do? stand there and let him say shit about you?” his voice starts to get more fierce. he straightens his back and stretches his fingers.

“oh, i don’t know ryan, maybe we could’ve just walked away!” she tries matching his tone, but it’s no use. she decides not to fight back and layers on the bandage. “i’m just sick of seeing you get hurt over stupid stuff like this.”

“it’s not stupid considering the shit he’s done to you!”

her eyes well up with tears at the situation she’s in. her best friend, her soldier, is angry at her and her ex is on her back again. the scene’s running in her brain like a broken record. “i’m just worried about you, ryan, jesus christ!”

“why? you always get so worked up over shit like this when it’s not a big deal!”

“it’s a big deal to me because i fucking love you, ryan!” she spits out her secret. both of their faces drop in realization. his is relief and surprise, and hers in humiliation and regret. “shit, just… forget it, ryan. i have to go home.”

she turns around to leave with the thoughts spilling out of her head. she thinks, “he’s disgusted now, i just ruined the best thing going for me, he’ll never look at me the same…” she figured she broke her crutch. her soldier broke his weapons. her king put down his crown.

the tears are openly flowing at this point. the tightness of the bathroom and the bright lights making her more vulnerable than ever in their relationship. the pessimism of the situation over weighing the optimism. y/n goes to throw open the door when he grips her hip. he jumps down from the top of the counter and spins her around.

the fire is ignited between them and he pulls their lips together. ryan was scared, too. maybe she changed her mind about him now and didn’t want him anymore. at least not in the way he wanted her. his muscles relax when she leans in and places her hands on the sides of his face. their heartbeats were fluttering against their chests. his hands roamed her body and he tried to built the strength to pull away. he backs away, breaking the kiss between them.

“i’ve been falling in love with you this whole time.” he whispers.

#ryan atwood x reader #ryan atwood #ryan atwood smut #ryan atwood one shot #the oc #the oc imagines #ryan atwood imagine #ryan atwood fluff #ryan atwood angst #marissa cooper #summer roberts #seth cohen #one shot #the oc oneshot #the oc fanfic

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alj4890 · 1 year

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Day 2: Wonder

Conversation prompt: "It's so white." "It's snow." "I live in Hollywood. I don't know what weather is, let alone snow."

(Ryan Summers x Holly Chang) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries Drabble.

@choicesrcd2022 @hopelessromantic1352 @promptnonny @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @trappedinfanfiction @flyawayboo @krsnlove

Masterlist

The Getaway

"This seems unnecessary."

Holly wiped the condensation from the passenger side window to attempt to see where they were going.

She pushed her glasses up to peer out at nothing but mountains and trees.

"I disagree." Ryan replied as he drove along a winding road. "You need a break."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

Holly huffed while reaching over to turn on her seat warmer.

"I still don't see why I couldn't take a break at my home." She shivered. "In warm and pleasant Los Angeles."

"Because, Ms. Chang," Ryan turned on the radio, "you would have kept working while insisting you were relaxing."

She snorted, refusing to admit out loud that he was right.

"After the nightmare you endured on Hunt's latest film," he grinned when he found a station playing Christmas music, "I decided to save you from feeling the need to help him edit it."

"I wasn't going to do that." She grumbled. "I was going to get started on another screenplay."

Ryan merely hummed along to Holly Jolly Christmas.

Holly rolled her eyes, focusing once more on the scenery.

The higher up they went, the more snow they encountered.

"It's so white." Holly muttered.

"It's snow." Ryan retorted in a playful, mocking tone.

She folded her arms. "I live in Hollywood. I don't know what weather is, let alone snow."

"Everyone experiences snow." He quipped.

"Believe it or not, I'm a Malibu girl." She quipped back. "Born and raised. If it isn't pieces of paper, cotton, or that stuff from a can; then I'm unfamiliar with it."

"Surely you've traveled before to a snowy place."

"Nope." Holly reached behind her for his coat. "I only travel when places are experiencing the warm temps."

She used his coat as a blanket of sorts.

"So you've never been snow skiing?" He asked. "You never went along to any of those that Addison insists on taking us all too?"

"No and no."

"Never went on location to a wintery atmosphere."

"I've run out of ways to say, no."

Ryan shook his head. "I can't believe this is your first time."

"I can't believe this is your big surprise." She waved her hand toward the window. "You're really going all out to make my escape impossible."

Ryan's smug smile returned.

"I didn't think about you being unable to drive on icy roads."

"I'm trapped." She grumbled.

"Cheer up." He winked at her. "You're trapped with me."

"Yes, but where are we going?"

"Right..." He turned into a drive. "Here."

"A cabin." Her eyebrows raised. "I can't believe it."

"Can't believe what?"

Holly scrambled out of the car, staring in wide eyed wonder up at the luxurious log cabin with snow flakes gently falling around it.

As Ryan came around the car to join her, she launched herself at him, engulfing him in a tight hug.

"Hello there." He smiled down at her. "I take it you like this."

"Thank you!" She raised up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"I'm glad to see you finally appreciating our getaway." He held her close.

"If you'd told me we were coming to a cabin, I'd have been excited the whole way here!"

"Really?" He kissed her cheek before she wiggled out of his arms. "I didn't know you loved cabins."

"I've never been in one." She went to retrieve her bags. "But this is exactly what I needed!"

Ryan stopped her. Something about her response made him a little suspicious.

"Why do you need this?"

"You must be a mind reader." She beamed at him. "I had an idea the other day for a psychological thriller set in a cabin deep in the woods!" She took her bags and scampered through the snow towards the front door.

Ryan's head dropped back. He couldn't believe what he'd done.

"You coming or what?" She yelled out. "This inspiration for a screenplay won't write itself!"

#choicesrcd2022 #choices rcd #choices red carpet diaries #rcd ryan summers #rcd holly chang #ryan summers x holly chang #red carpet diaries appreciation week #prompt nonny

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3 YA Black Horror Books for Spooky Season

Now that spooky season is in full swing all around me, it's time to turn to some spinechilling reads. It's been an amazing year for Black horror in YA, from an anthology (out October 17th!) to exciting new books that will keep you up all night long. Here are 3 YA horror books with Black protagonists for you to check out!

I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea

There will be blood. Ace of Spades meets House of Hollow in this villain origin story. Laure Mesny is a perfectionist with an axe to grind. Despite being constantly overlooked in the elite and cutthroat world of the Parisian ballet, she will do anything to prove that a Black girl can take center stage.

To level the playing field, Laure ventures deep into the depths of the Catacombs and strikes a deal with a pulsating river of blood. The primordial power Laure gains promises influence and adoration, everything she’s dreamed of and worked toward. With retribution on her mind, she surpasses her bitter and privileged peers, leaving broken bodies behind her on her climb to stardom.

But even as undeniable as she is, Laure is not the only monster around. And her vicious desires make her a perfect target for slaughter. As she descends into madness and the mystifying underworld beneath her, she is faced with the ultimate choice: continue to break herself for scraps of validation or succumb to the darkness that wants her exactly as she is—monstrous heart and all. That is, if the god-killer doesn’t catch her first.

From debut author Jamison Shea comes I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me, a slow-burn horror that lifts a veil on the institutions that profit on exclusion and the toll of giving everything to a world that will never love you back.

You're Not Supposed to Die Tonight by Kalynn Bayron

At Camp Mirror Lake, terror is the name of the game . . . but can you survive the night? This heart-pounding slasher by New York Times bestselling author Kalynn Bayron is perfect for fans of Fear Street.

Charity Curtis has the summer job of her dreams, playing the “final girl” at Camp Mirror Lake. Guests pay to be scared in this full-contact terror game, as Charity and her summer crew recreate scenes from a classic slasher film, Curse of Camp Mirror Lake. The more realistic the fear, the better for business.

But the last weekend of the season, Charity's co-workers begin disappearing. And when one ends up dead, Charity's role as the final girl suddenly becomes all too real. If Charity and her girlfriend Bezi hope to survive the night, they'll need figure out what this killer is after. Is there is more to the story of Mirror Lake and its dangerous past than Charity ever suspected?

All These Sunken Souls: A Black Horror Anthology by Circe Moskowitz (Anthology editor) -- Out on October 17th!

Welcome to the Dark. We are all familiar with tropes of the horror genre: slasher and victims, demon and the possessed. Bloody screams, haunted visions, and the peddler of wares we aren’t sure we can trust. In this young adult horror anthology, fans of Jordan Peele, Lovecraft Country, and Horror Noire will get a little bit of everything they love—and a lot of what they fear—through a twisted blend of horror lenses, from the thoughtful to the terrifying.

From haunted, hungry Victorian mansions, temporal monster–infested asylums, and ravaging zombie apocalypses, to southern gothic hoodoo practitioners and cursed patriarchs in search of Black Excellence, All These Sunken Souls features the chilling creations of acclaimed bestsellers and hot new talents, with stories from Kalynn Bayron, Donyae Coles, Ryan Douglass, Sami Ellis, Brent Lambert, Ashia Monet, Circe Moskowitz, Joel Rochester, Liselle Sambury, and Joelle Wellington.

#i feed her to the beast and the beast is me #you're not supposed to die tonight #all these sunken souls #black horror #ya lit

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cutestkilla · 8 months

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It's Wednesday again somehow, isn't it? All right, I can accept that.

Thanks for the tags today @cosmicalart @artsyunderstudy @youarenevertooold and @angelsfalling16, and thanks for all the Sunday tags as well @letraspal @hushed-chorus @j-nipper-95 @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @iamamythologicalcreature @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @theearlgreymage @orange-peony @ileadacharmedlife @forabeatofadrum @alexalexinii @larkral @nightimedreamersworld and @ic3-que3n. Boy there's so much excellent stuff being made right now, it's awesome.

Today, I'm sharing a bit more from Chapter 2 of Hiding Out In The Open. (My Simon and Baz bond over a psychology podcast fic written for the lovely @artsyunderstudy.) I'm NEARLY done with this chapter, hoping to post very soon. Here's some Baz. It's a bit long so I've stuck it under the cut.

This whole thing was impossible to predict. That I’d have spent the past several days messaging back and forth with Snow. I never expected him to give me his number in the first place, never thought he’d take my phone in his sturdy hands and type it in there himself. I pull it out now and caress the screen, where Simon touched it, like the pathetic sap that I am. Of course this—nearly midnight on a weeknight when any civilised person would know better—is the exact moment Fiona chooses to throw open the door to the bedroom with a bang. “Aha!” Her lips twist in a smirk. “I knew you had a bloke.” “And I told you I don’t.” I tuck the phone tidily back into my pocket. “Oh come on, Basil, there’s no need to hide Randy or Ryan or whatever his name is from little old me. Why don’t you bring him ‘round? I don’t bite.” I internally curse her inexplicably keen powers of observation. (I may have renamed Snow’s contact record to ‘Roger Rain’, just in case. And if she’s managed to pick up on that, I shudder to think what else she's seen.) “You don’t, but your questionable choice for a life partner does. And so do I, for that matter.” She leans against the doorway, crossing her arms and cocking a suggestive eyebrow. “Some people like a little bite, you know.” “Spare me the details of your love life, Fiona.” Her eyes sparkle at my discomfort. “I wouldn't even say he's a friend.” She comes over and takes me by the jaw, squeezing my mouth into a pout with her fingertips. “This smile I keep seeing on your sweet little face tells another story, boyo. And it’s like you said: this summer is your chance to be yourself.” She waggles her eyebrows at me. “But fine, play it your way. You know I’ll find out in the end.”

Tagging some more fine folks: @shrekgogurt @ivelovedhimthroughworse @creepyspice @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @moodandmist @whatevertheweather @whogaveyoupermission @technetiumai @thewholelemon @raenestee @onepintobean @captain-aralias @aristocratic-otter @palimpsessed @ionlydrinkhotwater @alleycat0306 @prettygoododds @valeffelees @blackberrysummerblog @stitchyqueer @martsonmars @brilla-brilla-estrellita @wellbelesbian

#wip wednesday #my writing #hiding out in the open

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ihavenosoul12 · 8 months

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OKAY BUT LIKE JACOB AND EMMA MAKE ME CRAZY they aren't even my favourite characters but oh my god those two

like both of them are wrong (on some level stay with me i love jacob but i ain't defending him) but also EMMA WAS RIGHT

on the surface it's like. they get together, classic summer camp thing, they break up, summer's over, they're supposed to move on, emma set that expectation but jacob couldn't let go. if summer lasts one more night, maybe he can convince her to go long distance, so he sabotages the car and he tries so hard to change her mind

but emma's mind won't be changed. and she knows what jacob is like, she's been with him all summer, and she knows how much something like her making out with another guy at the firepit will upset him. and the fact that it's KAITLYN, jacob's childhood friend, who gives her the room for this, it shows that kaitlyn knows that this is the only way as well. dylan's off the table, ryan just made out with someone else, the only real option is nick. he's jacob's best friend, her best friend's crush, that's the perfect choice. it's so calculated

and yet when they go to the docks, emma can't help but flirt a little more, like it's nature for her, she's spent so long with jacob that it's almost secondhand. and, in that one cutscene, she reveals that she still likes him but that she's still ending it. it was never that she didn't like him, it was just that she wanted it to be contained to summer, she wanted him to move past her, and for her to be able to move past him

we dig a little deeper. she says they were toxic but why is that? well, jacob has pretty clear abandonment issues or at least insecurity, and emma is an actress, she admits that she puts on a performance to make people happy. and while these things may sound unrelated as first, imagine that in play. a guy who clings onto any sign of affection, who needs so desperately to be seen, and a girl whose confidence comes from a place of not wanting to see other people sad.

she only flirted with jacob at the docks because he was crying. and he latched onto that immediately. she knows what he's like, she's been with him all summer. she knows about these issues and he doesn't know hers. he doesn't know emma at her core but was so willing to open himself up at the slightest affection

it's not even just that emma wants to avoid upsetting jacob when their potential long distance relationship goes sour, it's that she doesn't want to have to keep performing to a guy she really cares about, and because he would be exhausting to her. they're not toxic because they tear each other apart, it's that they wear each other down.

and nick being the one that she kissed, jacob's best friend at camp besides kaitlyn, it really plays into his issues. the betrayal, his ex kissing his best friend. but she knows that's the best way to try cut him off and she just can't help herself and it's SO MESSY

she just has to believe that abi will understand, or her performance will cave. how funny is that she only seems to really care about upsetting abi

anyway jacob insane for sabotaging a car and emma girlfail for vlogging

#the quarry #emma mountebank #jacob custos #nick furcillo #abi blyg #kaitlyn ka #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #(the quarry sending me insane)

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danielarlngton · 3 months

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A Huguenot, on St. Bartholomew's Day, Refusing to Shield Himself from Danger by Wearing the Roman Catholic Badge (1851–52) is the full, exhibited title of a painting by John Everett Millais, and was produced at the height of his Pre-Raphaelite period. It was accompanied, at the Royal Academy of Arts in London in 1852, with a long quote reading: "When the clock of the Palais de Justice shall sound upon the great bell, at daybreak, then each good Catholic must bind a strip of white linen round his arm, and place a fair white cross in his cap. —The order of the Duke of Guise."

It depicts a pair of young lovers and is given a dramatic twist because the woman, who is Catholic, is attempting to get her beloved, who is Protestant, to wear the white armband declaring allegiance to Catholicism. The young man firmly pulls off the armband at the same time that he gently embraces his lover, and stares into her pleading eyes. The incident refers to the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre on August 24, 1572, when around 3,000 French Protestants (Huguenots) were murdered in Paris, with around 20,000 massacred across the rest of France. A small number of Protestants escaped from the city through subterfuge by wearing white armbands. Millais had initially planned simply to depict lovers in a less dire predicament, but supposedly had been persuaded by his Pre-Raphaelite colleague William Holman Hunt that the subject was too trite. After seeing Giacomo Meyerbeer's opera Les Huguenots of 1836 at Covent Garden, which tells the story of the massacre, Millais adapted the painting to refer to the event. In the opera, Valentine attempts unsuccessfully to get her lover Raoul to wear the armband. The choice of a pro-Protestant subject was also significant because the Pre-Raphaelites had previously been attacked for their alleged sympathies to the Oxford Movement and to Catholicism. Millais painted the majority of the background near Ewell in Surrey in the late summer and autumn of 1851, while he and Hunt were living at Worcester Park Farm. It was from a brick wall adjoining an orchard. Some of the flowers depicted in the scene may have been chosen because of the contemporary interest in the so-called language of flowers. The blue Canterbury Bells at the left, for example, can stand for faith and constancy. Returning to London after the weather turned too cold to work out-of-doors in November, he painted in the figures: the face of the man was from that of Millais's family friend Arthur Lemprière, and the woman was posed for by Anne Ryan. The painting was exhibited with Ophelia and his portrait of Mrs. Coventry Patmore (Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge) at the Royal Academy of Arts in 1852, and helped to change attitudes towards the Pre-Raphaelites. Tom Taylor wrote an extremely positive review in Punch. It was produced as a reproductive print by the dealer D. White and engraved in mezzotint by Thomas Oldham Barlow in 1856. This became Millais's first major popular success in this medium, and the artist went on to produce a number of other paintings on similar subjects to serve a growing middle class market for engravings. These include The Order of Release, 1746 (Tate, London), The Proscribed Royalist, 1651 (Lord Lloyd-Webber Collection), and The Black Brunswicker (Lady Lever Art Gallery, Port Sunlight). All were successfully engraved. There are smaller watercolor versions of the picture in The Higgins Art Gallery, Bedford, the Fogg Art Museum, Harvard University, and a reduced oil replica in the Lord Lloyd-Webber Collection, all by Millais.

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Cowboy Up - Pt.11

A/N: Hey guys just letting you know what the situation in terms of updates going forwards. I am making no guarantees as to updates from now until June because I am at the end of my final year of uni and gonna be v busy with assignments. This won't be going anywhere though and I will have plenty time in the summer to work on it.

As always feel free to send in any requests for this pairing, I likely won't get round to them for a few months but know that I see them and I love you all for engaging with this story which is now nearly 15,000 words! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

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Once all the morning jobs had been seen to, everyone had congregated in the corral for some fun roping the dummy on the back of the quad. They’d invited hands from a neighbouring ranch for a bit of friendly competition, although it stopped being friendly the moment bets had started flying. Most of the hands were betting on themselves, obviously confident in their own abilities, but a few from the Yellowstone had put money on y/n who had partnered with the other ranch’s female hand, despite the shouts of ‘traitor’ coming from her co-workers. The only response she’d dignified them with was a middle finger and a guarantee to wipe the floor with them all. Ryan and Lloyd had just had their turn when she lined up to take their shot.

Y/n exchanged a look with the other hand, getting a determined nod in return before she looked at Ethan on the quad and gave him the signal. The quad didn’t go as fast as a steer so the horses could comfortably lope after it as opposed to going flat out like they normally would. Their horses followed it easily and she held steady as the other hand swung her rope over the horns quickly off the mark. Once the horns were done, y/n took her turn swinging the loose rope over head before aiming it at the back legs and hitting her mark. As soon as the loop had tightened, she shifted her weight in the saddle back to which Comanche responded instantly by sliding to a halt in the sand.

Cheers came up from the onlookers at their speed, Rip turning to rib those who’d just gone, “y’all just got beat by some women.”

Lloyd turned to Ryan, “you rope like shit.”

“You’re the one that missed!” He defended

Rip rode up to them, “y’all rope like shit. I’m gonna take those women with me today and y’all can just go fucking pack it in.”

Y/n loped down the arena to stop in front of them, “you should really learn to never bet against me. Jake and Colby made smart choices, I expect my share of your winnings boys!”

“Ladies think you can go two for two?” Rip asked to which they both nodded, “get your ass in there let’s go.”

They watched as the girls reset and ran behind the quad to catch the plastic steer again with practised ease. Lloyd rolled his eyes at the ever present fond look Ryan had in his eyes whenever he watched his girlfriend. At this point everyone in the bunkhouse had figured out they were together, it was just a matter of time until Rip worked it out and he did not envy Ryan when that happened. The foreman’s approval likely meant more to her than any of her family’s did (except maybe what Lee had given her with his gentle teasing in the trailer). Next to him said foreman was looking at the girl with a similarly affectionate smile.

“You’re a soft touch when it comes to her aren’t you,” Lloyd said to him.

He kept his eyes trained ahead, “I don’t know what you’re suggestin’ Lloyd.”

“Bulllshit. I know you put this together today so her mind wasn’t stuck on her mom all day,” he pointed out.

Rip chuckled, “don’t act like you ain’t the softest on her.”

-/-/-

For the first time in a while, y/n had denied joining the hands in the bunkhouse and instead chose to have dinner in the main house. Part of her had hoped that her family might be able to have one normal dinner on the anniversary of their mother’s death but she should have remembered that the Dutton’s were never capable of normal, especially when it came to the dinner table. When she’d reached the house, the living room was full of men in suits surrounding Beth and her father, clearly some political play that she’d made clear not to involve her in. Jamie was sulking on the porch listening to the chatter so she decided to ignore him, in no mood to deal with her older brother acting like a child.

Instead she sought out Gator for dinner, which he was happy to accommodate considering she’d brushed off pancakes that morning, before having a shower and settling on the opposite side of the porch to Jamie where the talking didn’t reach her ears. As she listened to the noises of the mountains surrounding her and the comforting whickers from the horses, she indulged in the only alcohol she ever did. One beer, on the evening of the anniversary of her mother’s death. Evelyn’s favourite beer. It wasn’t even something she particularly liked the taste of but it made her feel a little bit connected to her mom as she imagined all the gossip they might have been exchanging if the horse never crushed her. Y/n refused to believe John would have done what he did to Kayce if their mom had been around to talk sense into him.

“I thought you didn’t drink sweetheart,” a familiar voice came out of the darkness to interrupt her ‘what ifs’.

Y/n opened her eyes to see her boyfriend in front of her, “just the one for mom each year. Ain’t even that good but it's hers.”

She watched as he came across the grass in front of the porch to lean on the railing in front of her. Ryan tipped his hat at her teasingly which made y/n giggle.

“What’s got you so close to the house cowboy? Aren’t they missing you in poker,” she joked.

He stuck his tongue out at her, “you ain’t much better at it than me sweetheart. Something told me I shouldn’t let you be alone tonight.”

“The house is full of fools tryna get into bed with my father and Jamie’s out here somewhere sulking like a child!” Y/n said the last bit louder in hopes that her brother would get the message and go inside.

Ryan laughed at her lack of subtlety, “Jamie can stay out here for all I care. If everyone in the house is busy suckin’ dick I doubt they’ll notice us sneaking up to your room.”

“Ry are you suggesting I sneak my boyfriend up to my bedroom like a teenager,” she giggled.

He smirked, “well you did say you never got to sneak around when you were a teenager it seemed only fair that I give you the chance to do it now. We’ll both be at the barn in the morning before anyone here is even considering waking up. You know you want to say yes sweetheart.”

“You make a convincing argument. Come on then cowboy.”

Ryan climbed over the porch railing to take the hand y/n was offering before letting her lead him into the house. He made a joke about it being the first time he’d be going through the front door which prompted his girlfriend to elbow him in the ribs. When they entered, she closed the door as quietly as the wood would allow before gesturing for Ryan to take his boots off. Jamie must have heard his sister because he’d moved his sulking to the kitchen where he was sat at the counter burning a hole into his laptop screen. Y/n turned, putting her finger to her lips, before darting past the kitchen entryway and to the stairs. Both of them made it up to her bedroom, making sure the door was shut before bursting into laughter. Y/n felt lighter than she had all day, the weight of the day finally off her shoulders.

She swiped the hat off of his head, putting it on her damp hair with a smirk. Ryan watched her carefully as she moved around the room to put her boots away. When she turned back around he was still by the door, leant against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes trained on his hat still on her head.

“You know what you’re doing there sweetheart?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “you askin’ if I know the cowboy hat rule, Ry?”

“Do you?” He pushed off the wall to stand in front of her and placed his hands on her hips gently.

She slid her hands up to rest on his shoulders, “I been around buckle bunnies since I was 15 Ry, course I know the cowboy hat rule.”

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The next morning, y/n was awoken to the loud noise of her alarm blaring from her bedside table. When she tried to turn it off she found herself too far away to reach her phone. Pulling herself further into consciousness, y/n became aware of an arm around her waist and the feeling of Ryan’s lips against her shoulder.

“That’s so fuckin’ loud,” he complained.

She laughed as he let her go to turn the alarm off, “how else do you expect me to wake up before the sun rises?”

“Can’t remember the last time I used an alarm, normally just get woken up by the others getting up,” he explained.

They stayed wrapped up in the warmth of the bed for a few minutes before forcing themselves out of the comfort to get ready for work. Ryan watched as his girlfriend got dressed before putting her hat on his head, not his this time, and followed her down the stairs. Y/n slipped into the kitchen to get two apples, brushing off Gator’s questioning as to why she was taking more than one. After grabbing her jacket from the peg, they walked down the drive to the barn in comfortable silence.

Y/n stopped part way there when she saw the cattle trucks and her dad stood outside, “shit he should still be asleep.”

“Don’t stress I’ll go round the corral and go in the back to the bunkhouse,” Ryan reassured her, dropping a kiss to her cheek, “in a bit sweetheart.”

She watched him go with a smile before taking a breath and steeling herself to speak to John without caffeine.

“Fell asleep in a stall?” She greeted him outside the barn, noting the shavings stuck to the back of his jacket.

John looked over at his daughter, “what you doing down here so early? The hands won’t be out for a bit.”

“I’ll go get Comanche and ride up to meet these at the pasture,” Lucy tactfully ignored her dad’s question, “tell Rip to bring me coffee when they come up.”

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