#ho boy this thing was p long

[planete777]

UNFORGETTABLE・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. like a moth to a flame, lando gets sucked right into the beckoning curls of smoke, and the glimmering eyes of a girl he doesn't even know.

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, getting high, first time smoking, club scene, oral sex (fem rec.), fingering, slight choking, protected p in v sex, high hotness pt. wtv, not proofread

NOTE. submitted to my impulsive thoughts and wrote abt high!lando.... again, and it's kinda very long. used canva this time for the header so that's why it's uh different (i hate it 💔). man, i'm enjoying this era, i wish for it to never end, but hey ho, read and enjoy my luvs xxx. oh and listen to unforgettable while reading this... or not, it's a free world.

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc about high!lando 🤍

lando feels like time has stopped, and, quite frankly, his heart along with it. the frantic world around him mutes, and the only thing he hears is his slow, uneven breaths and a violently thrumming pulse that flushes his ears red.

he knows he's drunk a mediated amount tonight, but the way his body feels a pull towards the eyes all the way across the room has him feeling completely out of control. he swears she's glowing around the edges, highlighted by the dancing lights that ricochet off the walls of the club and right onto her, as if the room was her spotlight and the rest of them were just in it for decoration.

she stares back, reds and blues washing over like unholy tidal waves that literally praise her, then she prods her mouth with the spliff in her hand. he watches as her eyes fall shut as seconds pass, breaking the only contact they had, before her lips part, eyes opening once again to immediately fall upon lando and she blows with such controlled seduction that lando believes the smoke hooks a finger at him, coaxing him nearer.

his legs move on their own accord, his heart beats quicker the closer he gets, and then she gets up with a smirk that speaks too much to lando, walking through an open archway. the tension is unfathomable, and lando's palms flood with perspiration as he follows her through a dark corridor. it's entirely stupid, he knows, following a stranger, but if he's being truthful, dying at the hands of a girl who's unbelievingly akin to a siren would be his honour.

they arrive at an empty balcony, littered with a few chairs that are situated haphazardly, and the girl passes them swiftly and goes to lean against the fence.

"what's a pretty boy like you doing looking at a girl like me?" her voice sounds like it's dripping in sin, sickeningly sweet sin, and lando feels his skin burn for it again.

"girl like you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

she's laughing, throwing her head back as her throat releases a sound that triggers heat to his dick, and fuck, he's hot everywhere. his eyes stay fused to her as she takes another drag, blows it high into the sky, and he feels his composure slowly elevate away with it.

she brings her head down, rolling the spliff between her fingers, "you know what i'm talking about. you literally look like you were forced to be here."

"well, i kinda of was," he thinks back to max's adamance, just hours prior, and curses him for being the same person to leave him not long after their arrival, "but trust me, i do go out when i can."

she hums, it's dismissive and ambiguous, so lando can't gage whether she believes him or not, but he doesn't let it fester.

"you always come here?" he asks, slightly curious. it's his first time at this particular club, courtesy max (again) who heard of it from a friend of a friend, and if coming here means meeting the girl every time, he would go with no question.

"haven't been for a while actually. corporate jobs are hell, so i've been, instead, getting high at home. boring as fuck if you ask me."

she takes another drag, and lando stares at it with a newfound desire, swallowing as his mouth waters for it. he's unknowing and delirious as to where it comes from, and the way his veins tickle for it is absolutely gratifying.

the girl notices, chuckling as she signals for him to take it, "wanna hit?"

lando's mind freezes, and he begins to fumble and blush so profusely, it's humiliating.

"i've... never been high before."

her eyebrows shoot upwards but fall back almost immediately, "huh... should've figured."

"why?" lando asks skeptically as she inhales once again, then lets it out, the distinctive burn of weed hitting his nostrils.

she rolls her tongue in her mouth and smiles, "you look at it as if it's too good to have, but wrong to take. gives you away."

lando grins sheepishly, looking down at his feet then up again, "can't blame me. you make it look good."

"you've been missing out," she jesters, pulling down her dress. it draws every curve like it is meant to, reaching the middle of her thigh, and the red continues as lace heels that fascinate lando as to how she even put them on.

"would you like to try it?"

he so wants to say no, weighing the consequences in his mind if he were to be found out, but he doesn't care. not when the girl's lips wrap around with spliff and suck it in as if it's godsent. for once, lando wants to detangle and feel like he's disintegrating within bounds of euphoria.

he looks straight at her and nods, his hands trembling with the anticipated thrill, and she grabs his arm, pulling him back inside. they walk down towards a different corridor, and reach an unlabeled door, which the girl walks right into as if it's habitual.

"wait, you work here?"

she laughs, sitting down on the leather seat as lando joins her. it's a basic room with red walls and black sofas, almost too unsuspecting.

"no, my sister does. this room is always vacant, i never see anyone go in here," she tells him, ending with an edge that leaves lando unwanting to ask anything more.

she reaches into her purse, pulling out a metal tin that she flicks open, revealing a few neatly arranged spliffs. the reality sets in and lando rubs his palms on his jeans nervously.

"put it between your lips," she holds one out for him, and he takes it without question, slotting it into his mouth. the girls tells him to hold still as she brings a lighter to the tip of the spliff and once she moves away, he breathes in too much. the burn at the back of his throat is indescribably invigorating, and he pinches the roll to slide it out, before his mouth weeps smoke and a cough escapes him.

"you're a natural," she says as she hits a drag of her own, mouth curling upwards at the edges.

there's something about what he feels that's vehemently unparalleled. he feels like his brain is sinking into a pillowly goodness of absolutely nothing, and his whole body feels weightless. he goes in for another smoke, mind melting like blow torched ice, and he body completely relaxes into the couch.

"i'm stoned already, what the fuck?" his mouth feels sewn shut and simultaneously stretched apart, and he doesn't even know if he enunciates his words clearly.

"you're new to this, don't worry," she reassures, moving closer to lando. heat radiates off her like she's an incinerator, and every sense is amplified erratically when her hand curls around his nape.

"allow me?"

lando nods, "do whatever."

then her mouth, warm and so soft, cups around his, ejecting hot smoke into it, and, fucking hell, lando feels like he's being inflated with some addictively foreign sensation and his mind shuts down. he stares at her, eyes too heavy to stay fully open, and he wants her so bad, he could beg.

"i wanna kiss you so fucking bad," his voice is hoarse and he sees her something in her eyes gleam.

"do it, then."

there's nothing cautious about it. they've been tiptoeing around the achingly palpable tension for too long, and their lips move hungrily against each other's to satiate the thirst that has heightened vivaciously. lando loses it completely when she sucks on his tongue, like it was second nature for her, and his moans drag out, heavy and deep.

he can't wait any longer, not when his dick hardens in his pants and all he can think of is the girl's essence making him drunk.

he unwillingly breaks the kiss, meeting the sight of her swollen lips and red eyes, "we can carry this on in my hotel room."

then she grins, "thought you'd never say."

they leave the club, high out of their minds and barely able to make it to the exit, but when they do, the chilled air knocks them slightly sober. lando rings an uber, which arrives within 5 minutes, and they stumble into the car, hands teasing and touching with desperate discretion.

lando is so faded out that a drive that's normally 10 minutes lasts for 2, and he's dragged out by the girl who throws her gratitude to the driver. the ride in the elevator entails an aggressive make out, lando's hands squeezing the girl's ass and her arms tight around his neck, rushing out and stumbling through the doors as it dings at the 4th floor. he can't let go of her lips, not when he knows how sweet it is, and he doesn't, until they're through the door and scrambling on the bed, clothes long gone with only their undergarments left.

he kisses down her neck, mumbling compliment after compliment and she sighs, deflating into the bed.

"you're so fucking beautiful, you know that?"

he strokes both hands on her thighs, spreading them open and meeting red panties that are completely soiled through.

"look at you," he kisses her inner thigh like it's sacred, "all wet for a guy you don't know."

she moans, high pitched and airy, grabbing lando's hair and pushing him nearer to her cunt.

"just eat me out, fuck," her back arches and it's a sight that has lando completely acquiescent, ridding her of her panties and lips kissing her cunt. she whimpers, hands grabbing the sheets as his tongue runs through her, before sucking on her clit eagerly.

"oh my fuck— keep going."

she grinds against his face, hands tight within his curls and her legs shake. she tastes unreal, and lando can't get enough, licking rabidly at her cunt.

he's too lost in it all to notice how she tugs one of his arms up from around her thigh, until he feels her hand bring his towards her neck, and then he loses his mind. she's so fucking filthy, and he smiles against her pussy as his ministrations turn more desperate to get her to the edge, squeezing his hand more as her moans increase in pitch and become songs to his ears.

he brings two fingers to her entrance, sliding in with much ease, before wasting no time to curl them. she's squirming, and he's stretching her out, bringing another finger before curling them again. she arches so much, and screams out a loud moan as her eyes roll back.

"oh shit. fuck fuck, i'm cumming!"

he doesn't expect her to let go so soon, and neither does he expect the sudden spray of wetness that gushes out of her cunt. he lapping and licking it all up though, and, over stimulated, the girl pushes his head away. he relents, kissing back up her body before landing on her lips, melting her pants into his mouth.

knees bent, an arm wrapped around his shoulders, the girl breaks the kiss, hand sliding down lando's chest and grabbing his dick, "fuck me."

his mind goes on autopilot as he replaces her hand, pumping his dick and sliding a condom on before sheathing all of him inside her. she's so hot and tight, and he's so thick and long that their moans come out simultaneously, loud and drawled.

lando doesn't waste time to pull back and snap his hips right back in, making her back raise off the bed in a delicious curve.

"fuck, you're so big."

the praise goes right to his head and he starts thrusting in and out like he has gone crazy. her breasts sway by the power of his thrust, and lando takes into his mouth, sucking on it and playing with the other.

he feels spoiled, there's so much of her that he's addicted to in such a short time, and he goes to kiss her again. the headboard of the bed slams against the wall, her nails scratch deep marks into his back, and he's moaning into her mouth as his dick throbs far into her pussy.

her legs are bent near her head now, and his thrusts slide in so deep into her cunt, that he can see a bulge appear in her stomach. he takes one of her hands from the headboard and put it against her belly.

"you feel that?" he says, grunting and thrusting harder.

"oh fuck," she drags out, arching her back even more and squeezing his dick like a vice.

"i'm gonna cum," her voice sounds so fucked out and sated, and lando quickens before his thrusts turn sloppy.

"cum with me," he huffs out. she moans, her eyes roll back, and lando spurtsinto the condom as her feels hers coat his. his thighs are tense and sweaty as he rides out their highs before he lands straight unto her.

"where the hell did you learn how to fuck like that?" she sounds spent, and lando would give too much to hear her like that everyday.

he smiles and winks, "secret."

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lando wakes up to the sun leaking on his face, a muscles aching. he turns to the spot beside him, but meets an empty bed, cold as if it had been untouched the whole night.

the disappointment is great, and he drags a hand down his face, sighing into the pillow. he doesn't even know her name to even ask about her at the club, and the dejection sits like a lump in his heart.

he turns back to his bedside table, reaching for his phone, but instead, meeting a small, rectangular metal box with a note stuck on it. he rushes to sit up, grinning like a child on christmas day, and as he reads, it grows wider.

'a little present from me. you smoke like the euphoria was made for you - call me xxx-xxxx-xxx'

[sw33tsuccubus]

𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

warnings: bad writing perhaps

How Does He Act With A Crush?

he’s so cute when he has a crush. he finds excuses to hang out with you, he’s nicer to you than he is to anyone. he does his best to charm you with his ‘bad boy’ persona and then drops it to just be that soft funny guy. he’ll let you borrow his books and he’ll read any you recommend, he lets you borrow his cds, sneaks you free stuff from luke’s, probably steals something of yours to remember you by when he’s sitting alone.

Love Languages

i think jess is an acts of services and gift giving kind of guy. he’ll annotate books for you, give you books, drive you around, carry things for you. he’ll let you drag him places as long as it makes you happy too. he keeps your best interests in his heart. he struggles with voicing his feelings. he’s physically affectionate, but it’s mostly hand holding and kissing.

Gifts

he definitely listens to you when you talk. he learns what your favorite candy is to randomly give to you when you’re hanging out. he gives you books based off your taste and he expects you to tell him what it was about and if you liked it or not. he buys you cds and records of your favorite artists and does his best to find collectors items too. has bought you little antique trinkets that are genuinely adorable.

Dates

like i said, he takes mental notes on what you talk about, he’s a great listener. if you mention having seen a new restaurant open he’ll take you there for dinner. he enjoys taking you out for ice cream (there’s ice cream at the diner, but no cones), taking you book shopping, record shopping, seeing a bad movie to make fun of it (at home or in theatre), going to concerts or small gigs. he loves just walking around with you and talking too. keeps a hand in your back pocket or an arm around your waist. if you ask him to a town event he’ll complain about it and say no for a while but if you keep asking he’ll probably say yes, or he’ll come up with an alternative date.

Kisses

when you first start dating he genuinely cannot stop kissing you. stops you mid conversation to kiss you and then goes back in his same position to listen to you continue talking. kisses your cheek when he really wants to kiss you but you’re ranting. kisses you to shut you up. of you want him to shut up, it's effective on him as well. kiss him and you can get you whatever you want. he’d give you the world if you asked, anyways.

Random

he does magic tricks for you!! sometimes your brain hurts from reading so much or you’re studying and you want a break so he busts out his cards and just does some tricks for you. sometimes he’ll take you to the lake and you two sit on the bridge and sit in silence, holding hands and looking at the water while thinking about whatever. whenever he’s upset, this is his favorite thing to do with you. he honestly doesn’t peg me as the jealous type. unless you outright hang out with an ex or a guy who clearly has a crush on you, he won’t care. he trusts you. he’ll ho to parties with you, but he makes sure both of you steer clear from drinking. while yes, he would normally drink at a party, you’re here and he doesn’t want to worry you and he certainly doesn’t want you drinking. he would stop smoking for you if you asking him to!! sometimes you to sit in the park/town square and he’ll be reading on the grass while you’re sitting on a bench and his head is between your knees so you can play with his hair. it calms him down, and also it’s fun to mess up his hair without his knowing. he offers his jacket to you when it’s cold and then you get to watch him start shivering before he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you close to him for a bit of warmth. he takes care if you before himself!! if you say you need help he’s immediately coming to your rescue. stuck on a homework question? he’ll figure it out, don’t worry. your car won’t run? he’ll figure it out, don’t worry. your sink won’t stop dripping? he’s no plumber, but it shouldn’t be too hard. pet names are weird to him, but a small ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ will leave his lips inbetween kisses or when he’s about to softly correct you on something. whenever you talk he’s looking at you with the softest eyes, a small smile on his lips. he seriously doesn’t understand what he did to interest you in him. sometimes he’s mean bc he’s mean to everyone and it’s his defense mechanism against the world. blows you off when he’s upset but the longer you’re together the better he gets at communicating he’s upset and letting you try to improve his mood. please hug him and let him hold you and kiss your hair it’ll do wonders for him. he’s half hopeless romantic half asshole. he’s such a loser boyfriend. the beginning of the relationship is puppylove and then it leads to real love and he doesn’t know how to handle it. it’s amazing but scary.

he loves you, he just doesn’t know how to tell you because he’s never been loved back before.

[faghubby]

SOFTLY DOMINATED

Paul had excpted my rule over our relationship long before we where married. When we first met in college he was a quiet boy who joined my study group. We became friends. He was cute. But very quiet, kinda short just not the type of guy I was attracted too. It was obvious that he wanted more from me. I didn't lead him on actually the opposite. I was clear I had no interest in him sexually. He became a confident. I found myself telling him about my boyfriends even my sex life.

One night after a especially bad break up and way to much alcohol I called Paul. He came out at 2 am and drove me home. In my drunken state I kissed him. More then that I threw myself at him. He got me home undressed me and tucked me into bed. He slept on the couch to make sure I was. Okay. In the morning we'll afternoon almost he made me food and took care of me. I teased him about him undressing me. This only made him apologize and blush.

"Paul truthfully, have you ever been with anyone" I asked him. He always seemed to change the subject when anyone asked him about personal relationships. But this time he looked at me.

"No" he told me. I pulled him into bed with me. I seduced him. I let him explore my body. He was hesitant at first but I pushed him. He was gentle and loving kissing every inch of my body. He made me cum with his tounge as he softly sucked my clit. We made love I took top guiding him. He took great lengths to hold out from cumming. Trying to bring me pleasure. We had not used a condom so when he could not hold back any further. He pulled out and finished on the sheets.

"OH sorry I made a mess" he said softly. I held him and giggled to myself. As I went to use the bathroom he got up and changed the sheets. "Such a good boy" I smiled

After that Paul was the most thoughtful boyfriend I had ever had. I had meant it to be that one time. Take his virginity thing but it just grew to more. It was different though. He waited till I initiated sex. He never even asked. I never once sucked his dick. Not liking it. But had done it for every single guy I had ever been with. Paul left things to me. Where, when, and what we did on dates. Often doing simple things just to show he loved me. I would come back to my shared appartment and find he cleaned it, or did my laundry. Expecting nothing more then a kind word.

There was somethings missing. I found myself wanting to taken. Paul just didn't seem willing or capable of it. This led to me cheating on him. Which he quickly forgave twice. Telling me he understood.

Six months later I asked him to marry me. He said yes. We where married 6 months after we graduated. I had landed a great job and we moved across the country away from his family. But he didn't even hesitate. He encouraged me to succeed. Even putting his own dreams on hold while I did. We where happy, but our sex life well was in a rut. Till one night I came ho,e and noticed he was wearing one of my vintage tees.

"Wearing my clothes now?" I joked. He looked down not sure he even realized it. He then smelled it.

"Smells like you" he joked. The shirt was also stretched like he had breasts. I grabbed him and kissed him.

"Well since you already are the girl in the relationship" joking since he was also wearing pink rubber gloves as he washed the dishes. I rubbed his nipples. He just let me di as ii pleased. I had his pants off bit left my shirt on him. I layed on my back and had him mount me in a squat position I knew it probably wasn't the most comfortable position with his dick pointing backwards. But I liked how he rode me. As if in a cowgirl position. Now Paul almost never came inside me, because I had told him what a mess it made inside me once. But in this position if he pulled out he would most likely cum on my chest. Something he had never done. I rubbed and pinched his nipples as he rode me.

As he got close I could see him trying to work it out.

"Go ahead cum in me baby" I cooed. He pumped his load inside me. As he pulled out.

"Ah grab a towel" I said he panicked he was not prepared. He got flustered and then suddenly just stuck his head between my legs and licked up our combined fluids. " you are such a good boy" i assured him as I played with his hair as he continued to please me with his tounge. Not stopping until I had cum.

I pulled him to me we laid on the kitchen floor holding each other.

"Jen, I um" he started.

"Shh it's okay it was really hot" I assured him.

"I know you cheated on me again" he said softly. "Two weeks ago. I tasted him in you" he continued. I was surprised I had but it had been hours I didn't think there would still be trace of him.

"Paul I am sorry, I love you" I said. Kissing him.

"I know, and if you need more It would be okay. Just don't lie to me" he was almost in tears. I held him. We eventually got up and cleaned uo order Chinese and ate it watching a romantic comedy. As we cuddled on the couch.

"Paul, would you like to explore more things like today" I asked

"I don't know what you mean" Paul said softly.

"Would you like to explore more submissive role. You know in bed" I explained. He just looked at me.

"You wore my shirt, would you like to wear more of my things?" I asked.

"Would you want me too?" He asked.

"Could be fun" I smiled. I jumped up and led him to the bedroom. I pulled out a pair of my panties. "Let's see how they fit" I laughed. He stripped and let me help him slide my panties on. I kissed him and pushed him back on the bed. I teased him and ran my hands over his ass. I stopped and rushed to the closet pulling out the box I kept my vibrator in. I returned to bed. Paul was blushing as he saw the box.

"You know what's in here?" I asked

"Yes" he said unable to look at me. I pulled out a toy and held it against his cock turning it on. Making him jump. I continued to tease him with it holding against his asshole he moaned and bucked.

"Someone likes that" I teased he was so red it was funny. I applied lube to the toy and and worked it into his hole. He moaned and came all over himself almost immediately. I was shocked as much as he was embarrassed.

After that night Paul became even more passive. Never even offering a counter opinion of me unless I asked.

"Do you play with yourself?" I asked Paul one night.

"Sometimes" he said unable to look at me.

"I like it if you wouldn't do that anymore" I told him. He just nodded.

"I tell you when I have sex without you, so from now on you will tell me when you do." I told him. Making the motion of him jerking off. I found myself finding a stud to just fuck me about every two months. Paul excepted this and would give me a long hot bath. As if washing him off of me. He often would wear my clothes when this happened as well. He didn't want to be a girl. Often wearing one of my shirts and my shorts or jeans. Telling me it made him feel closer to me.

He was so embarrassed by it I found myself having him wear my clothes out if he upset me for any reason. This led almost everytime to me playing with his ass, ( I even bought a strapon) and feeding him his cum in some way. He loved this but also saw it as a punishment because it embarrassed him so much.

[carolmunson]

before there was a before (steddie x f!reader)

fluff and smut, plenty of plot but pretty porny. long af, but when am i to be short winded?

warnings: 18+ minors dni, some pretty violent violence at the beginning (bordering actual abuse), eddie to the rescue, some very sweet steve, casual dominance, daddy kink, swearing, p in v sex (unprotected), mocking language, some almost fighting, crying, oral (m receiving), mmf threesome

story takes place in early winter 1991. really want to reiterate that steve isn’t just ‘daddy’ mean at the beginning, he’s actually mean. reader beware.

"And now she's lookin' for a downtown man, that's what I am..." Eddie's hand falls on your thigh, his voice falling in harmony with Billy's while the song crackles through the speakers. He always put your mix on when you were in the car together, especially when you were like this.

You weren’t sure where you were going, but he helped you pack a suitcase this morning for about a week long trip. He almost felt lucky that this blow out with Steve happened before your vacation so he could care for you properly.

You weren’t sure where you were going, but he helped you pack a suitcase this morning for about a week long trip. He almost felt lucky that this blow out with Steve happened before your vacation so he could care for you properly.

Tears were pouring out of you while you looked out the window, remembering Steve’s face while you left – trying to hold back his own tears when Eddie looked back at him.

Tears were pouring out of you while you looked out the window, remembering Steve’s face while you left – trying to hold back his own tears when Eddie looked back at him.

'You’re gonna bring her back, right? It’s just a week?’ he asked weakly, turning to you, “You don’t have to leave, baby. You don’t have to do this to me. You know I’m sorry.”

’I’ll keep you posted, Steve,’ Eddie’s voice was cool and uncaring, shutting the door behind him. Steve looked out the window while you pulled away and he waved, you tried not to, but you waved back anyway. That’s what had you crying now – his broken face, like a little boy whose parents forgot to pick him up from school. But Eddie wanted you to remember Steve’s face from last night, the whole reason he was taking you away.

“I d-didn’t do anything wr-wrong, you j-just had a bad day at w-work,” you’d cried out on your knees in the bedroom, his frame towering over you with your chin in his fingers.

“What’re you talking back for?” he growled, the Maker’s on his breath was distinct.

“I’m n-not talking back, Stevie. I don’t know wh-why you’re so upset with m-me,” you tried to explain. He’d come home in a bad mood, obviously having stopped at the bar on the way to forget his sorrows in a bottle of bourbon. He made up in his head that you were out all day slacking off, ’probably flirting with the boys at the grocery store, like a fucking slut’ and ’out spending all his fuckin’ money,’ – all because there were dishes in the sink that he had asked you to do this morning. The thing is, you had done the dishes this morning. The house was immaculate because you didn’t want to worry about it being messy during your staycation this week. The boys had promised to clean up after themselves. Eddie had a later shift, so when you were out running errands he was making a cake for his co-worker for her birthday. You called him to complain about him leaving a mess in the kitchen and he begged you not to clean it up – he’d do it when he got home. He apologized profusely over it. “I did the dishes,” you cried, your thighs and backside stinging from where he wailed on you in the kitchen with his belt, “I already t-told you they were Eddie’s. He asked n-not to do them.”

“And you’re a fucking liar,” he hissed.

“I’m not lying, Steve,” you cry while he presses up on your chin, implying he wants you to stand – you do slowly and gingerly. As you get to your height, he grips your jaw hard again and pulls you close to him. His eyes are menacing, challenging you.

“If you keep calling me Steve in my house, it’s gonna get worse for you,” his voice held nothing in it outside of superiority, “You want it to get worse for you?” You shook your head no, not meeting his gaze. Too afraid to set him off.

“Bend over the bed,” his demand made your knees buckle, a fresh crop of tears pouring from your eyes.

“Please don’t, Stevie,” you whimpered, your skin buzzing and welted from his belt and his hands from earlier. You shook while he maneuvered you, lifting your dress back up over your hips – your underwear previously discarded on the kitchen floor.

“This is what you deserve,” Steve’s eyes were dark, “You earned this.” “Say it, baby,” he ordered. Your hung your head while hearing the clink of his belt getting wrapped around his hand again, your body shuddering with sobs, “I earned th-this.”

The next blows made you scream, desperately trying to shimmy away from him. He hooked his arm around your waist roughly to keep you in place, his nails dragging hard and furiously over your beaten skin. A high pitched, pained whine erupted from your throat while he stood back up, rearing his arm back.

“No, please, please don’t do it again,” you cried, giving into his accusations, “I’ll go do the dishes, please, let me go. I’m sorry I lied daddy, I’ll be good – just please stop.” Another hard blow from the belt seared across your ass, and another. Your blubbering booming through the room, into the hallway, and down the stairs.

“So you are a fuckin’ liar?” Steve challenged.

You could hear Eddie bounding up the stairs at the sound of your voice, barreling through the bedroom door frame with a heated expression, “Woah, woah woah, what the fuck is going on in here? She told you to stop.”

He pulled you out of the line of Steve’s next whip of the belt before Steve could react, holding you tightly to his chest while he adjusted your dress back to its proper place. He rubbed soothing circles on your back with his warm, ringed hand while you collapsed into him.

“What’s it for this time, Steve?” Ed asked, exasperated, “What could she have possibly done this time?”

“She’s lying to me about what she did today,” he said, crossing his arms, guilt settling in at the sight of your beaten skin, “I asked her to do the dishes this morning, and she did everything but that. Then she tried to say it was you. You’d be pissed too.”

Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out of his nose, “It was me.”

“She did the dishes this morning before she left to run errands, I made a cake for Sarah for her birthday – I told her I’d clean them up when I got home,” he said, “Why didn’t you just believe her? You could’ve called the store and asked me.”

“You’re just covering for her like you always do,” Steve said defiantly, standing up off the bed.

“You’re refusing to be wrong, because now you feel bad,” Eddie said, you could feel him start to vibrate, anger setting up in his chest, “You do this every, single, time, you let your bullshit get the better of you.”

“It’s not worth it,” you said, looking up at Eddie and only seeing his chin. You tap his chest and he looks down at you, eyes sad at your tear streaked face, “It’s not worth getting mad over, Ed.”

“It is worth getting mad over, baby. He’s just fucking beating you at this point,” he almost yelled, “You can’t just let him think that’s okay.”

“It’s not worth it,” you hiccup, “I d-don’t want to do this any-anymore.”

They both get quiet, listening to your shuddering breaths as you pull out of Eddie’s hold and go grab some pajamas from your dresser. Steve doesn’t look at you while you walk by him.

“Honey, let me take care of you,” Eddie pleads, “Let’s go relax in the other room, I’ll make it better.” He watches you shuffle and cry out into the hallway. You sulked into the guest room turned mancave next door, slamming the door behind you. “You went to the bar again?” Ed asked, “You fuckin’ reek of bourbon.”

“What do you care?” Steve asked, defensively. Ed stood up close to him, chest puffed, glaring at him down the slope of his nose. “I care –” he begins, giving him a tight shove in the chest, “Because every time you get drunk, you start acting like your fuckin’ dad.”

Steve’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t retort. His brain was fuzzy and fuming, but he was lucid enough to know that whatever came out of his mouth next would sting – and he wasn’t in the head space to beat Eddie in a fist fight. (He’s never won anyway.)

“Steve…” Eddie starts again, “She’s gonna leave.”

“She’s not gonna leave, Ed,” Steve huffs, “Where is she even gonna go? Back to her parents? She’s living here rent fucking free, whose gonna take care of her like me, hm?”

“Like you? Psht, you really are so far gone, dude,” Ed’s brows knitted, staring down at him, “When’re you gonna get your shit together? Why do I have to keep telling you to get your shit together? Why do I have to keep saving her from you? No one’s taking care of her like you because you don’t take care of her.”

“I have my shit together, Munson,” Steve cracked his neck, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Aw you gonna hit me, Harrington?” he mocked with a grin, seeing Steve’s hand twitch while his neck cracked, “Go for it, make my fuckin’ day.” The boys stared each other down for a minute before Steve pushed past Eddie and went down the stairs, the door to the back yard slamming behind him. Eddie sighed, talking to Steve was like talking to a wall. While he soothed you that night – coming in and treating your battered thighs, rubbing your back and legs, covering you in kisses – he thought about what he could do to make this a little better.

“I’m gonna take you somewhere this week,” he mumbled between pecks to your lips, “I’ll pack a bag for you tomorrow, and we can get out of here. You wanna do that?”

You considered it for a minute, “What about the store?”

“What about it?” he asked, “It’s my store, I have employees. They can run it without me for a few days. Let’s get outta dodge for a little, let Steve have some time alone.” Back in the van, Eddie frowned at your crying, letting his hand run over the top of your thigh, “It’s okay, baby. I know he made you feel like you’re doing this to punish him, but you just need a break. That’s okay. No one’s mad at you.” His voice felt like a hot bath on sore muscles, coaxing you to relax. Eddie knew he’d spend the first day trying to get your mind off Steve’s desperate morning pleas to make you stay. Him waking up and making breakfast, spilling apologies over you while pouring your coffee. Trying to give you a kiss before you left, but Eddie wrapped an arm around you before he could.

“And when she knows what she wants from her ti-i-ime. And when she wakes up, and makes up her mi-i-ind,” Eddie’s voice continued to sing along. You thought about the first time you heard Eddie sing it, sitting on his lap in the back seat of Steve’s car when, things had just gotten interesting between the three of you. It was new and exciting, a secret you all liked keeping.

“She’ll see I’m not so tough, just because, I’m in love–”

—

Early October, 1989 “–With an uptown girl! You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world. She’s getting tired of her high-class toys, and all her presents from her uptown boys. She’s got a choice--” You were all piled in the BMW singing along badly, most of the kids were home for the long holiday weekend. Steve and Eddie and the girls wanted to do something fun and fall with them before they went back to school until November. So, apple picking it was – even if it was a little too late in the season. Steve would peer back at you in the rearview mirror and shoot you a smile just so you’d blush back at him. Robin in shotgun (always), Nancy planted firmly on her lap (despite her distress calls that all of this was dangeorus and they should just take the mini-van), and the boys plus Max piled on top of eachother next to you and Eddie. “You sound good,” you encouraged, turning to face him, your faces a little too close, “You a singer or something?”

He rolled his eyes, his voice drenched in sarcasm, “Oh, no, never sang before in my life.”

“I don’t know,” you smiled playfully, “You’re really good. You should like, start a band one day. Know anyone who plays music?”

“Can’t think of anyone actually,” he confessed, his eyes wide and over the top, “None of my friends play instruments – I don’t even know how to hold a guitar.”

He watched you laugh and ached to touch you more, to hold you close to him. To put his hands on your thighs the way he knew you liked it. Ever since Eddie had gotten a taste of you, he selfishly only wanted more of it – all of it, all of you. 'Uptown girl! You know I can’t afford to buy her pearls, but maybe someday when my ship comes in. She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been, and then I’ll win.’

He confessed he was a little nervous he wouldn’t be able to get enough at peak ripeness for the pies he wanted to make. He’d made keylime pies this past summer for the ladies at the women’s shelter across from his record store and they were such a hit that he wanted to do apple and pumpkin pies for the fall.

You assured him ten times over that there would be enough apples for him to make pies. You promised you’d climb to the top of any tree if it meant getting all the apples he needed.

You regretted that promise after getting to the orchard.

“C'mon babe, you can do it,” Eddie said, a couple of thick branches above you, holding out his hand while the other held tightly to the trunk of the tree.

“Ed, I – I can’t,” you said, peering down at the ground, frozen in place. Steve laughed a little from back on the ground, cheering you on from the roots, “I’m too scared.”

“Baby you got it, you just have to grab his hand. He’s got you,” he called up, “And if you fall, I got you. Either way, you’re safe.”

Eddie winced when Steve said 'if you fall’, knowing that it would inadvertently put even more doubt in your mind. You looked at your beat up sneakers balancing on the bark.

“Why don’t you climb up here, Harrington?” you called down, “Why does it have to be me?”

“You did promise,” Eddie reminded softly, his hand still out while you met his gaze, beckoning you forward, “C'mon, come to daddy.”

He grinned when you blushed hard, knowing that those couple of words would make your stomach flip and turn a switch in you. Suddenly overcome with a need to please him, you grab his hand, getting pulled up while your feet reached for the next branch for support – hoisting your self up to meet Eddie, face to face with a cluster of gleaming red apples.

“Okay, hold open the bag for me, please?” he asked. You unhooked the half full bag from your shoulder and watched as he balanced close to the end of the branch, it creaking in response to the weight of him and his boots.

“Be careful, Ed,” you warned, but he turned and tossed you a wink. Something he’d do every time you told him to be careful in the future.

He plopped the apples one by one into the bag, until all five had been shorn from their home. He took the handles from you and slung them over his own shoulder, knowing that the increase in weight was making you feel unbalanced. Your face really told him all he needed to know.

“Thank you for being so brave, baby,” he murmurs while pressing a kiss to your lips, hidden behind the leaves. God forbid Nancy or Robin or the gang show up and see it. He left you breathless while he scrambled down the tree like a cat, his boots crunching on the leaves while he landed with a thud.

“Um!” you look down and seeing their feet at the base of the tree, “Guys I – I don’t know if I can get down.”

Steve took a step forward, ducking under a branch to look up at you with his arms crossed. His green sweatshirt hugged his broad shoulders, forearms still slightly tanned from the summer. His watch glinted in the sunlight pooling in from the leaves, shimmering on the ground below.

“You okay, honey?” he asked, frowning at your reddened face, “Want me to come up there and help you?” You shook your head no – but wanted to say yes. You could do this, you made it all the way up here. You could find your way down. “You’re okay,” he cooed, a hand coming up to the lowest branch, “I know you can do it. I’m right here, I got you!”

“Is she stuck?” you heard Dustin’s voice before you saw his shoes approach Eddie’s, then Robin’s sneakers, then Nancy’s, then the gang’s. You huffed with embarrassment – you were a grown woman damn it! You could climb down a tree! How hard could it be?

You trembled while you slowly turned around, treating the uneven branches like a make shift ladder – opposite hand and leg working slowly as you made your way closer to the ground. Soon seeing the groups feet, then their legs, then their chests before Steve’s strong arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you from the last couple of branches.

“Told you, I got you,” he said in your ear, putting your feet on the ground, “What were you so nervous for? You climbed down that tree no problem.”

“Maybe I just needed some of your encouragement,” you flirted with a smile. Steve blushed, pulling you in by the back of the neck to give you a deep, slow kiss. The kind that made the kids still get a little squicked out.

“Alright, get a room Harrington, gross,” Robin muttered, tossing a hand at the both of you while the group moved on to more trees. You stood breathless with Steve, staring at eachother while the cool air tinged both of your cheeks pink.

“So proud of you, angel,” he flashed you a knowing smile while tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The praise warmed you up quickly from your core to your finger tips. His fingers laced with yours while you strolled through the orchard. Robin, Nancy, and Max exchanged honey sticks in different flavors. Mike, Eddie, Lucas, and Dustin were chasing each other through the trees, chucking mushy rotten apples at each other that had fallen too soon.

“We’re gonna walk down to the farm,” Steve called out to the group, some strangers even turned to listen with how commanding his voice was.

“Who am I getting cider for?” he asked a little more quietly, everyone raising their hand, the boys making a big show of who wanted the first cup.

“Definitely not you, Wheeler,” Steve muttered, while counting out how many cups he’d need to order. Mike, who’d grown tall and gangly, now in his late teens, still tossed him a face like he was twelve in his basement.

“We’ll meet you down there,” Nancy called over.

You walked together hand in hand, basking in the sun on your face – the kind of sunshine where it was only hot if you stood directly in the rays but the shade was chilly. It wasn’t cold enough for your breath to smoke around you, but the little chill in the wind let you know it wasn’t far away. “You cold?” Steve asked, “I can go get my jacket out of the car.”

“That’s what? A three mile walk away, Steve?” you laughed, “I’ll be okay.”

“I can run, I’m like – super fast,” he said, always talking with his hands in some way or another.

“It’s okay, the cider’s hot, it’ll warm me up,” you squeezed his hand.

“I can warm you up when we get home,” he said under his breath. You hold back an eye roll – with everyone out of ear shot it left a lot of leeway for Steve to act on some new things you’d been trying out. Some rules here and there, some mild punishment (if you could even call it that, it felt so good) – but you weren’t about to press his buttons on a nice day like today. He let go of your hand to pull you in at the waist, walking with his arm around you. With anyone else the position would be awkward over such uneven ground, but Steve had such a way of making everything smooth. He loved being close to you, feeling your body heat, smelling the perfume he bought you ghosting off your skin.

“Is that better?” he asked, “A little warmer?”

You nod up at him, “Much better.”

He keeps himself around you while you approach the large cabin in the farm, a grocery store of sorts. The sounds of children giggling and the petting zoo animals disappearing while the doors close behind you. The rush of warm air from the heating is welcome on your skin and you try to get out of Steve’s hold to inspect a shelf of pumpkin flavored fudge nearby.

“Hey, hey, where you goin’?” he asked, snaking you back in by the belt loop, “We’re here on a mission.”

You huff a little while he pulls you in and you can feel his stare linger on you for a beat longer than normal. A shiver runs through you while he does it, but you don’t meet his eyes. He opts to keep a hand on the small of your back while you both weave through patrons of the store, getting to the back wall where a counter was set up for walk away treats.

“Hi there, how are you?” Steve asked while approaching the counter, always so charming.

“I’m great, thanks for asking,” replies the old woman, her apron tight around her. Her soft gray hair tied in a braid down her back, “What can I get you folks today?”

“I need nine cups of cider, if that’s possible,” he asked, already fishing for his wallet in his back pocket, “And um, a dozen of the cinnamon sugar donuts.”

“Comin’ right up,” she beamed, disappearing into the kitchen.

You both waited, leaning against the counter. You could feel Steve staring again, his hand coming to cup your cheek so you’d face him.

“Hi, Stevie,” you smile.

“Hi,” he says back, “You look so pretty, today.”

“Just today?” you laugh and he melts, his thumb sliding over your cheek bone, now pink from the praise.

“You’re pretty every day,” he confesses, “But there’s something about you right now – just extra pretty.” He shrugs and you take his hand from your face, pressing a soft pillowy kiss to his palm. Steve’s heart races, always a sucker for your soft touches. He’s never gotten over how gentle you can be with him, the way your fingers lace through his hair, when you trace the veins on his hands. When you kiss him slow on the cheek when he’s had a bad day.

The cider and donuts arrive and you check out. Steve, always observant and never one to deny you of anything, made sure to toss a small pack of the pumpkin fudge you were eyeing on the conveyor belt.

“Give me,” he says, while you pick up the cardboard cup holders filled with lidless styrofoam cups. Steam floated up to your face, soothing you as Steve held open the door to the outside – the wind was a little colder now.

“Give it to me, it’s too hot,” he demands. You frown and exchange the cider for the bag of donuts, walking over to the picnic tables a small distance away from the farm. The group had comandeered one, everyone with their bags of apples, cheering when you arrived with the goods. Steve sat at the empty spot across from Eddie while you went around serving everyone – a barrage of 'thank you’s’ and 'your welcomes’ exchanged throughout. When you got to the final cup of cider, your own, you looked around and realized there was no space for you. You stood there, suddenly feeling awkward and out of place, even though you knew all of these people – they had become your friends too over the last ten months.

“Hey,” Steve called over to you, patting his thigh, “This seat’s all yours.”

You do roll your eyes this time while you make your way over, discretely skating your fingers over Eddie’s back while you walk around him to get to Steve’s lap. He struggles to hide his giddiness at the attention, even as you slide onto Steve’s thigh.

“Did you have a good day?” he asks, resting his head on your shoulder. You nod, putting your cider down and fishing the fudge out of the bag, covered in sugar from the donuts. You undo the plastic wrapping neatly, laying it out between you and Eddie, pulling a piece off after cutting it with the small plastic knife taped to the bottom.

Just as before, your face tells Eddie exactly what you need to know.

“You don’t like it?” he asks with a giggle. Your face scrunches and you shake your head no.

“Oh, no, babe I’m sorry,” Steve apologizes as if he made the suggestion to buy it, “Do you want me to go get you a different flavor?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you say, sipping your cider to take the taste of your mouth, “Sorry for wasting it.”

“Stop, I’ll eat it,” Eddie assured, shoving a piece in his mouth before wrapping it up and putting the remainder in his deep leather jacket pocket.

The ride home was much quieter, everyone a little tired out from running around all day. The BMW seemed to move slower with the weight of everyone’s apples filling up the trunk. Most of the back seat crew was nodding off, Robin, Nancy, and Steve engrossed in a lively discussion about why Married to the Mob is a cinematic masterpiece. Eddie took this chance to snake his arm around your middle and pull you close enough that his nose was in your hair. He leaned his forehead on your shoulder, his hand warm and protective on your opposite hip – your personal seatbelt.

By the time you got back home you were all exhausted, dragging yourselves out of the car – the walk from the driveway to the front door feeling longer than usual. You took turns taking showers and mulling about the house, organizing the apples in the fridge – Eddie starting on pie crusts. Later in the night, you and Steve retreated off to the bedroom while Eddie went to his to read. He tried to ignore your whines and whimpers sneaking in from the cracks in the door, but after a little it got more difficult to not hear you. “Oh, shit,” Eddie could hear Steve’s ragged breaths and moans through the wall. “So good, baby, that’s a good girl,” Steve cooed, Eddie caught your gagging and sputtering. He groaned, closing his book, palming himself over his sweats. Just imagining you with your back arched on your knees on the bed, mouth full, your eyes like saucers while you look up for Steve’s praise. He reached into his pants, letting his fingers graze gently over his length before gripping it at the base, pumping slowly. Thinking back to your last triste in Steve’s room, your mouth wrapped around his cock while Steve’s teased you with his fingers. Watching you moan while he called you his pretty baby, his sweet little whore.

“You wanna ask him?” he heard Steve ask. “Yes, daddy,” your voice had raised a few octaves. Eddie’s breath hitched at your obedience, his strokes getting faster while his tip weeped into his boxers. You knocked on his door, slick and aching between your legs, “Eddie?” you called out.

“Yes, angel?” he asked, snaking his hand out of his pants and opening the door, leaning against the door frame. He tutted at your face, needy and pathetic, a little bit of drool still wet on your chin.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked with a smirk, crossing his heavily inked arms over his chest.

“Will you come play with us?” you asked meekly, self concious over how naked you were in the hallway – even with no one else in the house.

“What do you say when you ask for something?” Steve called sternly from the bedroom.

“Please?” you quickly added, your eyes rounding, ready to please.

“Well when you ask like that…” he says, tilting his head to the side, uncrossing his arms to run a finger down your face.

“C'mon,” he says, offering his hand to you and you speedily take it while he guides you the five steps it takes to get to Steve’s room. Steve is sitting against the headboard, as naked as you are, cock hard and angry in his hand lazily stroking himself in your absense.

You let go of Eddie’s hand to climb back on the bed, marveling at him while he sheds his bottom layers, left only in the chain around his neck. He watches you kneel at the edge of the mattress, your hands outstretch for him, but he bypasses them to pull you in by the back of the neck and cheek. His kiss is hungry and aching, bursting with the heat of all the kisses he wanted to give you today. You return his intensity, snaking your tongue in his mouth – gasping as your lips part only to meet again. Your hand sneaks down to his cock, hard and begging for you, you slide it through your hands and savoring the silky softness of the skin. “Mmmf, please,” he begs into your neck, teeth grazing over your jugular making you jump. Steve quickens his pace on his shaft, face getting hot at sight of both of you, honing in on both of your quickened breaths and moans.

Your thumb slides over the tip and he groans, his teeth marking your shoulder. He needed this, needed you to touch him, to make him feel good like this. His hands wandered, grasping at you, leaving indents on your more fleshy parts. You missed the feeling of his cold rings, he must’ve taken them off when he showered.

“Show daddy what you’re doing, princess,” Steve said softly, “Show me what’s got Eddie feeling so good.” You pull back from Eddie a little, your hand working his cock like he paid you to do it. Your palms covered in a sheen of his pre-cum, helping you jerk him quicker while his breaths start picking up.

“Baby, baby, easy –” he pants, sweat starting to glisten at his hairline. He reaches for your forearm to steady you and you pout while he takes his cock out of your hand.

“I just wanted to make you feel nice,” you say, a little whiny, playing up the part for the boys.

“You’re making me feel so nice, sweet thing,” he coos, “Are you feeling nice? Has anyone made you feel good yet?” You shake your head no – Steve tutts, “Don’t be a liar, baby.”

His low tone makes you sit back down on your calves, Eddie’s eyes darken down on you, his hand on the side of your face snaking into your hair, “Did you already cum before I came in?”

He watches you nod, looking down at your knees.

“Look at me when I ask you a question,” Eddie’s voice gets a little sharp and you pulse between your legs, looking up at him through your lashes.

“I already got to cum, but it’s been a long time,” you urge.

Steve lets a chuckle out through his nose, his erection laying flush against his stomach, “It’s been fifteen minutes.”

“Greedy girl,” Eddie chides, he tugs at your hair, tilting your head back so you meet his eyes, “I have an idea – why don’t you put that mouth back on Daddy’s cock while I fuck you from behind.” “I think that’s a great idea,” Steve says, and you turn to look at him – his eyes are lust blown – the honey brown of them long forgotten, “Don’t you, sweet thing? You were doing such a good job before.”

“Yes, daddy,” you nod, your head fuzzy and floaty at both men throwing demands your way.

“Go,” Eddie says softly, letting go of your hair and nudging your shoulder towards Steve. You crawl the short distance over to him, starting in table top position before arching low. Steve leers at your back and how it curves out into your hips and ass while your lips slide softly over the thick vein starting at the base of his cock.

“Can’t wait to see how pretty you look when you get fucked from behind,” Steve coos, fingers carding through your hair, “Daddy never gets to see that pretty face when you cum.”

“Mmm,” you reply, hot all over. You suck softly on the tip, using your hand on the mid-shaft in the same motion as you did Eddie’s. Twisting just slightly, squeezing at every flick of the wrist. You feel Ed position himself behind you, unaware of how nervous he is – being only the second time he’s been inside you. You shiver at his fingers testing your wetness between your folds, seeing how slick and ready you were before pushing himself in.

“Still a little too tight,” he says, “Don’t know if I’ll fit, angel. We can try another time, yeah?”

“No,” you whined at his teasing, spreading your legs further apart, “Please, sir. I need it.”

“Aw, you need it?” Eddie mocks, two of his fingers sliding back and forth against the length of your slit, “But did you earn it?”

He smirks devilishy at your following whimper, muffled by Steve’s cock hitting the back of your throat. Steve’s head leaned back against the headboard, one hand gripping your hair at the scalp to control your movements on his cock. “Oh, don’t bully her, Ed,” Steve says, making eye contact with him over your body, “She’s definitely – oh fuck – earning it over here.”

“Please,” you whine again, coming up for air, “I’m being so good.”

“She’s being so good,” Steve repeats to Eddie, his mocking makes your cheeks sting but you ignore the feeling as he guides you back down to his tip.

Eddie guides himself in slowly, just starting with the first couple of inches while you start to stretch for him. You gasp, arching deeper, pushing your hips back to take more of him.

“Watch yourself,” Eddie hisses down at you, bringing his hand down in a sharp smack across your left cheek – mouth watering at the reverb of your ass. “Sorry, sir,” you yelp, Steve chuckles at you, already watching you fade behind the eyes.

“Since you think you can take it like a big girl, I won’t be so nice about it,” he growls, shoving himself into you while you lurch forward, a pleasured cry creaking out of your throat. Eddie can barely contain himself, snapping his hips against you in a steady rythm, your slick already wetting the hair at his pelvis.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you string out, “Fuck, oh fuck, oh my god.” “Eddie, it’s – oh fuck it’s so big,” you whine, feeling one hand splay against your lower back, the other gripping your hip. Eddie chuckles darkly at your confession, feeling your walls clench lightly around him.

“Look at you, baby,” Steve says, scooting forward to meet your face with his, losing your posture to probably take him in your mouth.

“Look at you taking that dick, you’re doing so good,” he lauds, “Daddy’s so impressed with you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” you gasp, eyes watering at the feeling of Eddie pounding into you. Your fingers gripping the sheets as your walls loosened further to accomodate his size, but it still wasn’t enough. You felt so full of him, the tip of him just grazing your g-spot with every thrust.

“Why don’t you look back and thank Eddie for fuckin’ you so good,” he recommends, but you know it’s an order. Your pussy clenches again, feeling Steve’s tongue and lips on your neck while you turn your head.

Eddie was drunk on the sound of you squelching over him he could barely register you talking. Eyes heavy lidded while your warm, wet slit swallowed him in, holding on tight when he got to the hilt of every thrust. “What was that, baby?” he asks, slowing his thrusts down grunting at how you suddenly felt tighter than before.

“Thank you for – mmm – f-fucking me so s'good, sir,” you manage to croak out. “Just good?” he asks, reaching forward to grab gently at your chin – admiring how your eyes rolled back when Steve sucked on a senstive part of your neck. He’d learn all your sensitive spots soon enough.

“I could fuck you even better,” he says, “You want that?”

You nod feverishly, your cheeks red, your walls flutter around him with wanting. “What do you say?” he asks, mimicking Steve from before. “Please!” you cry out, feeling him pull his length out of you, approaching it from a different angle and – oh. Oh.

You next cry was silent as each pump into you hit the spongey mass of your g-spot with percision. Tears took no time to start streaming down your cheeks, sending Eddie and Steve almost over the edge. “That feels good?” Eddie asked with his brows raised, “You like getting fucked like this?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper, “Yes s-sir. I love getting fucked like this.”

“Why?” he asks, “Tell daddy why you love getting fucked like this.”

You turn to Steve whose fisting himself hard, getting close to the edge – his own personal porn video right here in living color. He uses his free hand to hold your head up, kissing you forcefully – with ownership. “Is it cause you’re a pretty little whore?” Eddie asks, his rythym starting to stutter.

“Is it baby? Is it because you’re a whore?” Steve’s eyes narrow down at you, knowing what to say next to send you over the edge. He could tell Ed was close by the way he was biting his lip, his grip on your hips bound to leave bruises. The heat in your stomach was thrumming with excitement, building tigher and tighter, your eyes shutting tight has your ass bounced back against Eddie’s deep thrusts. Steve takes your chin roughly in his hand to steady you and your eyes pop open, his words come out sweet, “Are you daddy’s filthy fucking whore?”

“Oh fuck!” you cry out, creamy spend coating Eddie’s cock, squeezing down hard on him. He grunts, pulling you back on him so he can keep pumping into you – beads of sweat springing from his forehead to your back. You can barely control your mouth, letting out a string of expletives, finally settling on a breathy chant of, “Yes I’m a whore, yes I’m a whore, I’m such a whore, such a fucking whore for you…” Eddie pulled out, gripping and pumping himself with speed, quickly ordering, “Knees, now.”

You don’t take a second to breathe, scrambling off the bed to get to your knees at the edge of the mattress. Both men, slick with swollen ruddy tips, loomig over your and your open mouth. You stick out your tongue, flattening it over your chin without being asked and you see Steve smile – finally a learned behavior after weeks of trying to drill it into your head. They cum simultaneously in ragged moans, a mix of their seed landing in your mouth, on your tongue, the rest smattering over the rest of your face and your closed eyes. You hear them kiss as they come down, sloppy and needy, soft little ’mms’ escaping their lips as their breaths steadied. You stay in position with your tongue out until you feel Steve take a soft tissue to your eyes. You open them gently, making sure there wasn’t anything left sneaking around, letting them fully open the coast was clear. Your eyes glitter with left over tears, your pupils proving how fucked out you were. The only things in the world being Steve and Eddie, now standing over you.

“Swallow,” Steve says, and you obediently put your tongue back in your mouth – savoring the salty liquid mixing with your saliva as it pours down your throat.

“How you feeling, baby?” Eddie asks, while reaching for his boxer and sweat pants, slipping them on, “Are you okay?”

You nod, too tired to talk, but Steve asks again, “You okay?”

Whenver he repeats a question, you know it’s because he wants to hear you. You’ve never been great at keeping your emotions at bay – you had only cried a couple of times after sex with Steve, just from being over whelmed by the orgasms he’d give you. Even so, if you were gonna cry, he’d rather you do it with him around so he could hold you through it.

“I’m okay,” you rasp out, your throat still sore from the assault of Steve’s cock on your esophagus. “You need some water?” he asked, “That was a lot, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, was a lot,” you repeat, dazed. Eddie pulls you up from your knees gently and sits you on the bed, tilting your face toward him – your eyes unfocused with a dreamy smile.

“You’re not with us right now, huh?” Ed asks. You shake your head no, he sounds a little far away but his touch is electrifying. Before you know it, you’re being laid back down with the covers smoothing over you. The boys shushing and cooing praises on either side of your body, covering you in kisses to the face, your lips, your neck. You came to when a glass of cold water was pressed to your lips, an equally cool wash cloth wiping away the dried spend on your face. The biting cold of both shocked your nervous system, forcing you into a deep shuddering breath.

“There she is,” Steve hums, “There’s my girl.” “Hi,” you say, taking another sip of water. “Hi pretty,” Eddie whispers, nuzzled against your cheek. He presses his lips against it, “Lost you there for a second.”

“Sorry,” you say, but your time between sips was too long for Steve’s liking – he presses the glass to your lips again.

“Don’t apologize, baby. You did so good today,” Steve assures, “You were such a good girl.”

Such a good girl, such a good girl, such a good girl. You could float away at his words, the tone he says it in, the way he means it.

“I have to go start prepping the apples, so I’m gonna go down stairs,” Eddie starts, sliding to the edge of the bed, “But I’ll come back up later to come kiss you goodnight, okay?”

“Can I help?” you ask hopefully. “Why don’t you rest up a little bit more if you’re feeling up to it, you can come help me,” Eddie says, “That was a lot, you should just relax.”

“Okay,” your shoulders droop a little, but you know he’s right. You watch him go, stopping in the bathroom to clean up. Steve puts the empty glass on the bedside table, pulling you close to him. You sink into his arms, feeling protected under the bulge of his bicep flexing over your chest. “Today was nice,” his voice like the warm sugar on the donuts earlier.

“Today was nice,” you agree with a tired, happy sigh. You look at him, his eyes back to the honey brown you fell head over heels for, “I love you, Harrington.”

He blushes, hiding his face in your shoulder, always so vulnerable after a fuck like that. He leaves a peck on the flesh there before meeting your forehead with his. “I love you, too. I love you the most.”

– Midwinter, Early 1991

“Hey,” you hear Eddie’s voice, soft and gentle, “Wake up, baby.”

Your eyes peel open, you’re still in the van but parked. It’s dark out now, you must’ve fallen asleep. Your face feels puffy from crying, the familiar post sob aches creaked in your joints. His hand rubs your shoulder and you lean into it, turning to face him. “Hi sleepy,” he smiles, “Were you dreamin’?”

You nod, but you aren’t sure if you were dreaming – more so caught in a memory.

“We’re here, okay?” he asks, “You want to sit in the van for a minute and get your bearings?”

You rub your eyes and nod, looking out of the windsheild to see a cozy looking inn next to the small parking lot. You’re not sure where you are, but through the first floor windows you can see a fireplace and plush leather chairs. He wanted to take you somewhere safe, you think. Somewhere that doesn’t feel like home does right now. He’s taking you to some version of The Shire, just like in his books.

You hear Eddie get out of the car to collect your bags from the back, he looks over his shoulder with a fond smile. You feel warm and it’s not from the heat still blasting on you. Eddie feels so safe, just like he did on that tree branch at the apple orchard.

Your chest aches again, desperate for how it felt to be a trio again. How it was when Steve was okay, when Eddie wasn’t always on defense, when you weren’t afraid to come home some nights. Like it was before. Before you had a before. Before there was a before.

[darekasama]

Writeblr Interview Tag

Thank you for the tag, @sableglass!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

To read, all of the above. To write, I’m very good with journal articles and short stories but if left unchecked some of them might turn into giant novels.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy, romance, adventure, but really anything that brings me into a world different from ours. Also I have a weakness for dragons and animals in general, so anything that tangentially involves them is on my radar.

Are you a planner or a “write as I go” kind of person?

I am trying really hard to be a planner! My first big story project crashed because I tried to write as I go, resulting in a mess of scenes with the same ideas in five different pages at the same time (including the backside of hundreds of drawings) and too many re-starts to count. Lots of re-writing that didn’t fix the core issues, and ultimately more material added to the chaos. It did not work out.

My current WIP, Project TL, is going at a slower pace, but this time I made sure to organise everything from the start so it’s actually pretty neat and I have no trouble navigating my files or editing!

What music do you listen to while writing?

Sometimes it’s a song, sometimes just music, sometimes ambient sounds. Genre doesn’t matter either, as long as it is appropriate to the scene. In general terms, if the song/music reminds me of good memories, then it is on my list.

For a while I listened to BTS, then to a piano cover of Heaven Official’s Blessing, then to the  lo-fi hip-hop radio. It really, really varies.

Favorite books/movies?

I love all of Licia Troisi’s books, but especially the Chronicles of the Emerged World trilogy. I grew up with her books!

As for movies I think the LOTR movies could be my favourite.

Any current WIPs?

One! In short, Project TL is about dudes, drama and dinosaurs.

What happens if the mentor isn’t there to guide the young noble boy? Very avoidable teenage adventures of course! From getting his nose into the local drama to exploring dangerous forests, all while trying to find some great treasure to bring home. Also, a possible romance with his roommate (who can shapeshift into a dinosaur for reasons you’ll have to read later to know)...

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be?

^ Something of the sort, I suppose. My wardrobe is very basic.

Create a character description of yourself: 

I'm shy! My drawings are all you'll get :P

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Not really. Some aspects of people yes, but the people themselves are a big no-no. I prefer detaching the real person from the behaviour of a fictional character. I don’t even like to use names of people I know in stories.

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Sometimes I put them in very dangerous situations, but I actually prefer when they get out of them. Killing my darlings feels very bad. I want them to live happily, or to at least get a happy ending. They do deserve it.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

In the winter, tea! This year I found a very nice tea shop and got many different flavours to try. Some were a hit and some less so, but I'm pretty excited to start drinking again hot stuff once summer is over!

In any season other that winter, water and fruit juice. This girl does not have what it takes to drink sparkly water.

Slow or fast writer?

Slooooooow! I like to edit a lot. Althought English is not my first language, I feel like I got the grasp on ho to make a sentence flow well.

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

A lot comes from knowledge I acquired over the course of my life. Often I ask myself how a situation could go differently, or why things have to be a certain way. Then boom, a story is born. Most of them last a short few minutes while others make it to the end of the day. Only a handful stay with me for a lifetime, and those I hold very dearly.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Let me be a cat! They have the perfect life literally in any world. Eat fancy (or not), lounge in the sun for hours, strut around the town, climb high places and even get loved for just meowing. I wish my life was like that.

Most fav book cliche:

Saving the damsell in distress. Does not have to be literal, but I love it when someone in trouble gets a helping hand!

Least favorite cliche:

Miscommunication. Please just talk to each other!!!!

Favorite scene to write?

Quiet moments together. Comfortable in each other’s presence, maybe joking a little, maybe opening up about what they really think… So many possibilities in a simple stress-free interaction.

Also cuddles and physical closeness in general.

Reason for writing?

I must release my visions into this world.

Tag list (because I think you are all cool people):

@mr-orion @glitched-dawn @silentstaresfanficandfanart @theverumproject @uraniumwriting @princefluph @xenascribbles @wordsandwordsbyme @shenaniganssketched @creative-author @thedeerwight

[splatooshy]

what kind of music/artists/bands do you think the scooby gang + the originals would listen to in the early seasons?

OH OH OH

well we know from canon that even without humanity, damon can & will listen to taylor swift without complaint. even though he’s perfectly capable of compelling a music change.

& he listens to depeche mode so he’s automatically cool.

i think the salvatores have very wide tastes, but not much overlap. stefan loves bon jovi to an unhealthy degree, and would probably have been a BIG beach boys fan back in the day. he’s totally over it now though, those records in his cupboard are purely decorative!! damon would love ABBA, head over heels reminds him of katherine & he uses it to outsource his emotions in his no humanity era. stefan tolerates it for lexi’s sake (damon thinks it’s unfortunate that he and lexi have similar music taste. it’s probably the only thing he likes about her). also the cure.

i think stefan cries to bon iver’s ‘roslyn’.

both stefan and damon would be into stevie nicks & florence + the machine & paramore & david bowie (damon in fact knew him rather well back in the seventies…) but in totally different ways. damon loves anthems & grooves, discordant sounds and triplet beats, while stefan digs a good beat & steady rhythm. with a fabulous guitar riff ofc.

bonnie is also a big paramore girly. also hozier. i think she and damon bond over similar music tastes.

caroline listens to taylor swift (fearless is her fav, red & 1989 are 2&3), one direction, jonas brothers, miley, britney etc. she bullies politely asks jeremy to let her use his tech stuff to make her own mixes. she also has a hot pink boombox that she takes to every cheer practice. it’s covered in stickers that won’t come off no matter how hard she tries. yes, vampire strength has been applied.

elena spent the three months between the crash & stefan blasting dean lewis in her bedroom. hozier, bon jovi to seem cool to stefan, janis joplin, probably some british pop like dexys midnight runners, ed sheeran, bastille. but that’s a secret she’ll take to her grave.

jeremy listens to 21 pilots, mcr, p!atd, bleachers (later seasons tho. don’t think they existed til 2015 or something), the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, fallout boy, etc. probably listens to sheppard on repeat. geronimo just really speaks to him, okay?! absolutely does not copy damon’s taste in music, that’s just a coincidence!!! he’s also the source of elena’s secret love for british pop.

matt listens to elevator music. nah he just plays whatever’s on the radio. my truck is my girlfriend & my dog has fleas kind of country music? idk.

tyler has all of those mix cds like sofresh, each 00s / 90s genre, really does not care what he listens to as long as he can nod his head along.

alaric listens to 80s rock in a dad way & whatever damon plays because damon has dj rights everywhere & will push his way onto the aux.

not really in the gang but katherine listens to male manipulator music. and female manipulator music like ethel cain, fiona apple, etc.

the originals?

klaus listens to smooth jazz. and instrumental covers. he’ll text stefan a link to the lamest love song ever (instrumental) with the caption ‘this is our song’.

kol also listens to smooth jazz, but in a cool way. as well as 00s pop. he and rebekah fight over who discovered what song first. he would absolutely LOVE musicals. has the glee & hamilton soundtracks on his little ipod. BOY BANDS OMG kol has a backstreet boys poster confirmed. also 90s-00s hip hop / rap / pop hybrids. especially nelly furtado.

OH OH THE SHREK SOUNDTRACK. that’s his jam fr fr.

rebekah is a speak now girly through and through. ‘innocent’ is literally her song. she’s just so taylor swift. she would LOVE suki waterhouse, but that’s not for another few years. OH WAIT REBEKAH’S CANONICALLY ALIVE IN 2024. she absolutely listens to chappell roan and it DEFINITELY does not make her think of hayley, why would you say that???

elijah listens to eight hour long symphonies and concertas, but won’t complain if one of the others is hogging the aux. he will not be so childish as to dagger his siblings over music disputes, (klaus), or break their arms (rebekah), thank you very much. he only demands control of the music when damon’s trying to seduce him (succeeding), because elijah knows how to woo & be wooed in return. that includes the romantic playlist. also, damon has a very annoying habit of singing along & playing air guitar when the bridge hits just right, usually whilst there is a cock in his ass.

finn likes renaissance fair music. he considers it to be contemporary, as he was daggered during this period.

[geniepuppet]

(Totally Not) Lore Moments in Puppet History Season 5 Episode 1

❗Spoilers ahead❗

I might be using this for an eventual lore breakdown of the episode, so stay tuned!

*some things that may or may not be significant are marked with an asterisk

The Professor is marked as "P", Ryan is marked as "R", and Sara is marked as "S"

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[0:04-2:06] Seasons 1-4 lore catch-up

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The Professor's voice sounds slightly muted/muffled throughout

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*The Professor's blue is paler throughout

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[2:33-2:51]

P: "I know it looked like maybe Ryan Bergara murdered me at the end of last season by hurling my sexy little body back to the Cretaceous period. But clearly, I am here now, and unharmed. So it, of course, did not work, and I wont be answering any questions because there aren't any questions to be answered. Simple as that, ok?"

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[3:09-3:21]

S: "This, so, hmm..."

R: "The last time I saw you, you were getting sucked into a cosmic butt hole."

P: "Ho-ho, yeah, that was a whole thing."

R: "And now you're here."

P: "Yeah, I guess I am."

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[3:31-3:45]

P: "Hey, man, you just gotta roll with it."

R: "The whole internet was angry at me for a whole year for killing you, and you're not dead."

P: "Well, maybe you shouldn't have killed me, huh? You ever think about that?"

R: "I didn't kill you though."

P: "I mean, it's water under bridge, man. Let's get over that bridge and go learn some stuff, huh? How's that?"

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[3:46-3:51]

R: "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Am I dead right now?"

P: "No, you're not dead. You're very alive."

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[4:28-4:30]

P: "(echoed) You like meat, Ryan?"

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[4:41-4:45]

R: "So we're just talking now?"

P: "Yeah, we're just talking now. Get with it."

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[4:45-5:02]

S: "Professor, what's up with that box?"

P: "Don't talk about the box."

S: "I mean, it looks cool."

P: "Don't look at my box!"

R: "What's going on with it?"

P: "Don't touch the box!"

P: "I'm not gonna touch the box, I just..." (reaches out to The Professor)

(The Professor recoils away and snarls at Ryan)

P: "Don't touch me."

R: "Okay."

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[5:03-5:06]

R: "Kinda happy to see you."

S: "I mean, boundaries. You guys have been through some stuff."

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*[6:31-6:37]

P: "I feel like the military's a pretty rough gig on account of having to take human life."

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*[7:03-7:05]

R: "I just don't want to kill people."

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[8:39-8:41]

(echoed) (The Professor does an evil laugh)

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[9:07-9:12]

P: "(echoed) The learning has begun! Ready your quills, my beauties!"

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[9:58-10:02]

S: "You're so mirthful this season. You just happen-"

P: "Well, I'm alive! (laughs) It feels good!"

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*[10:10-10:17]

P: "Oh, we got my b-boys out there! I can't remember what this bit is. Do we play basketball noises?"

R: "I don't think we ever did b-boys, it was c-dogs."

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*[11:37-11:39]

(high-pitched laughter in the background)

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*[12:58-13:06]

P: "Or C. Not enough meat! Also questioning its very identity and everything it represented."

R: "Huh. Interesting."

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[13:08-13:14]

P: "Ryan, how you been?"

R: "We doing this right now?"

P: "(glitching) I guess we don't have to."

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[13:40-13:52]

P: "Point to the beef boy!"

R: "Sure that will somehow not count."

P: "Don't worry, we'll see what happens. It's all up to the algorithm. You know that algorithm machine is running (echoed) better than ever this season!"

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[14:03-14:19]

P: "The public still demanded their meats, but there was simply not enough (emphasized) flesh. Supple, life defining flesh."

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[16:54-16:58]

P: "I know cows are big, but what if we had some even bigger, (emphasized) fleshier source of protein?"

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[19:42-19:56]

(click)

P: "What? Uh oh, is something falling?"

S: "I don't see anything."

P: "Okay."

R: "This place haunted?"

S: "The ghosts were in the studio all along!"

R: "I don't know. The Boogoo machine back at Watcher HQ is a long way away from here."

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[19:55-20:05]

(crash)

R: "It was at that moment that our audio recorder picked up this dinky little noise."

(sound of something falling)

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[20:05-20:21]

P: "The Boogoo containment unit."

R: "You know a lot about ghosts, Professor."

P: "Yeah, I do."

R: "Are you a ghost?"

P: "(halfheartedly laughing) What kind of question is that? Come on."

S: "Oh, yeah, because..."

R: "You got eaten by a dinosaur, I think that's a pretty fair question."

P: "I mean, I went through some stuff."

R: "You mean death?"

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*[20:53-20:54]

P: "Where's his fuckin' people?" (referring to the people puppets)

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[21:48-21:49]

(echoed) (The Professor exclaims upon reentry)

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[24:28-24:45]

P: "(laughing) Can you imagine having to sit next to a person who has explicitly tried to kill you while you educate people about hippos? (laughs darkly)"

S: "What?"

P: "Just kidding! (laughing)"

R: "I didn't try to kill you."

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[27:09-27:21]

(The Professor "deflates")

(The Professor "reinflates")

S: "Oh! Didn't like that."

R: "Yeah, I don't know what that was."

P: "I was just taking a nap."

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[27:35-27:42]

R: "Communication is important. Like something that a genie tells you will not happen and yet, does."

P: "Always gotta read the fine print on these things."

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[30:58-30:59]

P: "(echoed) What do you got?"

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[31:28-31:37]

"(echoing) But a word of warning, not everything on this stage is as it seems, ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo."

R: "Like that box?"

"(echoing) Shut up."

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Theme of faked death, disguises, and pretending to be someone else

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[37:03-37:06]

R: "Like your tombstone, Professor."

P: "We'll get there, yeah."

R: "That's what yours read. I didn't write it."

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(Puppet special performance (Hippo) was an already-living creature, aka it didn't need to be brought to life by The Professor)

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[42:00-42:14]

Ryan wins History Master

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[42:21-43:08]

P: "We've actually had a supply chain issue with the trophies this season, so we don't have a Coveted Cup for you, but come get your prize! Here it is."

S: "Ooh, what's that?"

P: "The official moisturizer of History Masters! Here you go, buddy. Come get it. Come on! Yes, it's real!"

...

P: "Congrats!"

R: "Wait, what?"

P: "You okay?"

S: "What's it say?"

R: "Puppet cream. It's for champs. Apply daily."

P: "It's for champs! Make sure you use that a lot! You gotta moisturize that skin of yours. Put some on, yes. Put it on the skin. There you go. Get that in. Rub. Rub. Rub."

S: "It's a weird episode."

R: "Rub."

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[43:27-45:12]

Ryan is at Watcher HQ at night, looking into The Professor's Cretaceous adventure.

Ryan changes tabs to BidBitch to view the Genie's lamp, only to be outbid. He places another bid on the lamp.

There's the sound of something behind him, and then footsteps with an accompanying shadow.

Ryan steps on a fallen Professor plush, sounding off the voicebox ("I'm dead!")

He picks up the plush & looks at the shelf of other plushes ("Puppets give me the creeps.") Ryan tosses the plush behind him as he leaves.

The plush centered on the shelf's eyes shoot to camera.

Once the lights go out and Ryan is heard driving away, the same plush's eyes illuminate a blue glow before the scene cuts

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Happy STS, Elli!

How do your characters relate to the social norms of the culture(s) in which they live? Do they fit seamlessly into high society? Are they part of an economically struggling class? Are they outcasts, or misfits, or do they shift between different ‘versions’ of themselves to match the people around them?

How do your characters feel about their places within or outside of society? Are they satisfied with how others view them? Do they hide parts of themselves to seem more acceptable, or for some other reason? Do they resent the norms imposed upon them, or long to fit into social roles from which they’re excluded? Do they just not care that much?

-verkja

Happy STS!

Ho boy, let's see for all of them - at whatever point I decide I like to answer this with :p

Upper class: Cedric, Josephine

While Josephine is a noble and rich, Cedric is just rich. Not everyone sees him as equal (funny thing, it's not unlikely Josephine's parents know him, and they'd dislike him immensely) but he has made enough acquaintances that it doesn't matter.

Josephine hates the noble part, and doesn't care that much about the rich part, but she surely prefers having money to having no money.

Middle class: Valadan, Damien, Laurent, Riordan

The Ebonhearts grew up straight middle class, and even when everything went to shit, that kind of still fits. At the end of Glass Shards, they both have a nice home and a nice job, so it fits again. If we ignore all the shit going down, they're happy with their place - well there's still this small detail that Damien lives in constant fear of someone recognizing him, getting him arrested and killed, but you can be a criminal and middle class, you know.

Laurent works as an accountant, when he isn't fencing stolen goods and using his connections for shady business. He takes care to be just at the right spot - not well known or important enough to draw too many eyes, but well known and important enough to have those connections.

Riordan's family is not quite as well off, but stable enough, and extremely happy.

Lower class: Merridy, Finnian, Eilis

At the very end of Glass Shards, Merridy has a real home again for the first time in ages. She picks up her dream job, and makes decent enough money to support her and Damien, but for the majority of the story, she's technically homeless.

Finnian is a wandering healer making barely enough money to make it through the winter, with no home or support network. He hates it, but he also figues he deserves it.

Eilis is a bit better off than him. She lives in a hut in the forest she found abandoned, mostly self sufficient between foraging, hunting, self grown crops and some small livestock. Everything she owns was hard earned and she does not have the means to deal with unforeseen circumstances (like finding a half dead man). For reasons, she would not want to change anything, though I guess having a bit more money so she doesn't have to worry about starving in winter when something goes wrong would be nice.

Kalani society really doesn't match the question, so uh.

There's Breannan, who's very well known as a mentor, and also because of his past, which he likes less. As time passes, he'll be more known for things he did, than things that were done to him, and he's content with that.

Caldyn tries his best not to be a hero, living basically like an outcast when he wouldn't have to. That's partly because of his magic and trauma, but also because he just likes it better.

Lily and Leon are very much vibin, very good at what they do and with plenty of friends. They wouldn't want to change a thing.

[sinbrook]

Who is the muscluar big guy from trigun that I keep seeing?

BLESS BLESS BLESS thank you for asking me about Trigun!!

So I think you probably mean Livio?

Livio and Razlo are my BOYS man, they're my guys. OUGH.

Usually I am Not A Fan of characters being added to the main cast super late in the game, but I think him being introduced a little earlier as a villain superrrr helped me accept him as Part of The Gang. Ya know? He's one of my favourite characters and I just adore him. That being said, it's really hard to talk about him without spoilers. Like, really hard. Actually Trigun is hard to talk about without spoilers! So I'm gonna shove this long ramble nobody is gonna read, under a read more. I'm a kind soul, I'm protecting your dash.

Also total warning, this isn't like... legible, this is the worse way to learn about the character cos im just going "wow it was cool when he did this thing... and also this thing... hes so cool i love him" for too many words.

So I'll address his main sort of... thing, first off. So Livio has dissociative identity disorder, and like, for a lot of it, it's quite clear that Nightow didn't exactly go in with a heap of research on the subject. However, I wouldn't call it a negative portrayal at all. Ofc its not really up to me, but like, he wasn't really portrayed as dangerous because of his disorder. He and Wolfwood have the same backstory, they're dangerous because of The Eye of Michael and those dudes have always been explicitly condemned in-narrative as, y'know, the baddies. It's less "he's bad because he's bad" and more "he does these things because he's been conditioned by a cult from a young age to do these things". His disorder is like... not even a factor. The Eye just likes stealing kids and training them for bad stuff, man. And like, you do feel sorry for them. Both Livio and Razlo have been hugely manipulated by Chapel in particular, who positioned himself almost as a father figure, and certainly led them to believe he cares about them. So like, it's not really surprising he does everything he's asked to, he hasn't really had anywhere else he's felt cared for. Anyway I LOVE Livio's intro in the manga. We're told two guys are coming, Livio the Double Fang, and The Tri-p of Death.

Then these two dudes show up:

And like... you make the obvious assumption that those are the guys, ya know? Sure looks double-fangy to me. They're then shown tearing through a bunch of intimidating looking dudes to sort of, hype up how strong they are, right? But nuh cos see.

Livio just comes in and wrecks their shit, picks them both off as though they were nothing.

and to be fair, they are! He's a very high-level eye of Michael dude ya know?

So yeah, that's our introduction to Livio, fantastic way to show that he's just, like, strong as hell. We learn he's joining the Gung-ho Guns, so y'know, oof, he's now in direct opposition to our heroes, supposed to make you nervous and all. Anyway he and Chapel show up every now and then to just be... y'know... annoying. Try and kill him a lil y'know... that sort of thing.

It's these fucked up family reunions that we love ya know. This is totally me at Christmas.

Anyway this time was rlly funny because Elendira rlly said "you three are so annoying pls leave your drama at the door"

And they DID hahaha. I don't blame them, she's scawy.

Anyway what I think I like most about Livio is how like... y'know, sweet he is. He's kinda like Wolfwood in that he's a total sweetheart at his core but life just hasn't let him be sweet, ya know?

When Jasmine was in trouble, baby Wolfwood didn't even hesitate to run out and save her.

And Livio was the same, you know? And after The Couch, Livio even says, he wants to live his life like Wolfwood so like, we've got these two dudes with near identical journeys.

From orphans, to initiates, to assassins, to good guy with a gun lmfao. Despite what Livio does, it's really hard to ever hate him, and Razlo, too is extremely sympathetic...

Like he's got his own motivations and shit he's working through, man.

Anyway I really love during the Elendira fight when hes like, struggling to beat her, how Razlo gives Livio his own sort of hype man experience like the manga flashes back to how hard Livio worked to keep up with Razlo and the Eye, and Razlo is like hyping him up the whole time. It's really nice and wholesome :)

Anyway his journey from emo cult man to himbo cowboy was fantastic and I love Livio so much, he's a sweetheart.

And I loved his appearance at the end of the manga, like, showing he was looking after the orphanage and stuff.

And also this whole scene where he and Vash ate together made me cry.

[semper-legens]

131. Marked, by PC and Kristin Cast

Owned?: No, library Page count: 348 My summary: Zoey is just a regular teenage girl - until she is Marked, starting to change into a vampyre. She must move to the House of Night, an elite school for fledgeling vampyres, or die. But Zoey has been marked by the goddess Nyx, and pretty soon finds herself embroiled in a fight for vampyre-kind’s future. She’s changing so fast...but will she survive to become a full-fledged vampyre? My rating: Enjoyment-wise, 5/5. But for quality, it’s a 1 My commentary:

This book series is bad. No two ways about it. There are very few redeeming features about it. And yet, the whole thing fills me with a slightly-shameful and certainly unparalleled glee. I read these books when they were shiny and new, and I liked them because it was the Twilight era and I didn’t know better. Now I do! Honestly, this opening book isn’t so bad as the later ones, it gets way more batshit later on...but that doesn’t mean it’s good, either.

Zoey is such an annoying protagonist. Her POV is what I call #quirky - trying far too hard to be an awkward, kinda dorky, everywoman. The trouble is that she’s so judgemental of literally everyone she meets. She’s disdainful to her human best friend, keeps calling other girls sluts and hos without knowing anything about them, and her judgement is always right. This is to the point where the problem with mean girl Aphrodite’s midnight ritual is because she’s dancing ‘slutty’. Like, this is the actual quote: ‘It didn’t work because it seemed like a crude imitation of Neferet’s dance to ‘She Walks in Beauty’. If this music was a poem, it would be more like ‘Some Ho Grinds Her Bootie.’ There’s also a racial aspect to her POV - her friend who is black is constantly described as looking like an African princess, but Aphrodite’s mean girl friend who is black has long hair which ‘must be a good weave’. Zoey herself has Cherokee descent, which seems to exist just to make her more Special and connected to the vampyre goddess Nyx, who is also a Cherokee spirit when it suits her apparently. I do not know much about Cherokee religion and culture, but I doubt that this is it.

And yeah, this suffers from the problem that Zoey is just super special for no real reason and gets everything handed to her on a plate. Good people like her, bad people hate her. The token hot boy thinks she’s so interesting. She’s the only fledgeling to have her mark completely filled in ever (more on that later). The head of the school takes her on as a mentee. She’s connected to the goddess more than any fledgeling ever. And she doesn’t work at any of this, she just gets it handed to her. The only thing she actively does is a ritual at the end, and even that just comes to her naturally. There’s no real struggle, no real tension. All her friends are ride-or-die for her after like a week at best.

The politics of this book are also weird. I’ve mentioned the racial stuff before, but I wanna talk about Damien. He’s Zoey’s gay friend, and we’re told that Zoey hates homophobes and is totally okay with him being gay. Okay. Sure. Here’s how Zoey’s introduced to Damien. ‘And this is the token guy in our group, Damien Maslin. But he’s gay, so I don’t really think he counts as a guy.’ Damien is apparently okay with this. He acts as the stereotypical Gay Best Friend, he’s sassy, but he ‘wasn’t a swishy girly-guy; he was just a cute kid with a likeable style’. It’s so stereotypical and homophobic. There’s also this weird throughline with the vampyre kids - you’ve got four years to mature into a regular vampyre, or your body could reject the Change and you die. But the sign that you’re rejecting the Change is that you’re fat and lazy and greasy and a loser. It’s horribly fatphobic! Zoey hates ‘weird fat kids’ too, in her overly-judgemental way.

Finally, the worldbuilding here is...weird. I don’t want to be all ‘ugh vampires have to have these exact traits, no creativity allowed’, because they’re not real, people should have some freedom to put their own spin on it. That said, these vampyres don’t need to fear the light, don’t by necessity need to drink blood, don’t have fangs, have a goddess and participate in neo-Pagan rituals to honour her, have inherent magical powers, get a magical face tattoo to show they’re vampyres, are opposed by fundamentalist Christian groups...why is this about vampires, and not witches? A lot of this worldbuilding would make more sense if it was about witches. I get that this was during the Twilight vampire craze, but if this was about witches, like half of the worldbuilding weirdness would be totally eradicated.

Ugh. Fuck this book, but also, it was very fun to revisit. I did look to see if the library had the rest of the series, but it didn’t, and I’m not buying them. So, unless I find my old copies in the attic or something, farewell, House of Night! You were terrible.

Next up, a wholly better piece of YA, and a dystopian future.

[clonehub]

Episode 3 of the bad batch!

"we're fine" girl the gonk droid is on its side

I wonder what these rations taste like

Okay so echo can eat solids. And also everyone is yelling at him to fix everything on the ship. They are flying through hyperspace on a ship that doesn't work properly and I'm SORRY but techs priorities are BACKWARDS

THEY DONT EVEN FIT IN THE SEATS AAAHHHHHH

The way they're acting I'm thinking theybe never crash landed before which is actually really funny bc Anakin only knew how to crash. Like it was a regular occurrence in tcw for bitches to be crashing all over the place

Okay first mention of crosshair.

"Crosshairs actions may have been influenced by his inhibitor chip" "it can do that?" Was it. Like wasnt this established. Like one or two episodes ago? I'm genuinely confused this could be my own standing knowledge of the chips getting in the way but why's echo surprised the chip is influencing Crosshairs actions

I will say. There's times where the lighting and the model rendering blends in such a way so that u can't really differentiate the features on omegas face if that makes sense. Like it blends too much

I do like how much they do the blur/focus thing I've always liked that

Rampart being like the only person in this entire series with decently brown eyes :/

Oh look. Once again referred to as enhanced (crosshair). And it's like the more that I think about it. It would not make sense for the Kaminoans to work so hard to keep tbb alive if they believed they were really defective. They're very much like "here's our enhanced product here's our enhanced soldiers see how enhanced they are" like tbb are advertising so they wouldn't say "yeah they're defective BUT--"

So crosshair just walking about in his jammies

Tarkins face model is p good

Something about the models for this first batch of conscripts is like. Like they were built the way they were bc the animators knew they wouldn't be on screen long.

This is kinda funny tho bc they definitely made some heads and just stuck them on a clone models body HFKSBFKSNDKSJS not that I'm mad I like they didn't do boob armor but fhakdnaksk

Tech is so like. Not arugmentative but he has to reply to everything and it's normally in a dismissive or disagreeing way and normally I wouldn't care at all but sometimes it's like was this line necessary.

"you wanna narrow that down" bitch can you go outside and look damn making all this noise from the back seat

I wonder why if Wrecker is having all this obvious hesd pain nobody is actually like checking on him?

A nice blend of music here

It's so funny like how much ppl just fucking hate being scanned because like for me if every doctors visit could just be a scan I'd be so gung ho for it. Yeah let me just lay here for three seconds and hardly get a needle or anything tf

Willing enlistment as metric for a good soldier is interesting and I feel like purposely manipulative bc the guy in the scene before this just said he's got like food and housing so that's partly why he's staying. It's not a loyalty thing at all lmao

What's funny is that I think tbbs helmets for all their little specialities don't actually contribute to air tight contained suits the way the normie clones do. Bc if this was Rex and co they could probably just keep their buckets on w a lil attachment. So they get the headlamps and the HUD. But hunter can't have that so he has to remove the entire thing and put on this mask.

"we each have enhanced skills"

See I wish they could have maintained this tension around crosshair better through the season

Not this white boy poking crosshair in his insecurities BDMABDLSNSLAK no wonder he was so gung ho to kill him and also why he wanted to stick w the imps so bad. Again again again it's ego

They use English letters a lot here not that it's a bad thing or anything but like I remember how in tcw during some like behind the scenes things they basically implied they tried to avoid doing that. They sometimes would say the aurebesh letters and sometimes it'd be A and B

Oh he didn't tattoo his eyelid. Not that it like has to be but like. I just noticed

Sorry these choking noises are so throaty

Bro just unconscious here fjandnaknsa

Wilhelm scream :/

Yeah wow the uh. White boy was the only one with moral back bone huh. The only one who said extrajudicial execution of civilians was bad. Just him huh. Hm.

This is an interesting creature

Oh she gotta be standing on something to be this tall

DNA degradation still doesn't make sense to me given what should be the kammies gene prowess but whatevs

It's like. They're hung up on Jango DNA but if hsi stuff is swirling the drain and you don't have boba would the next thing not be to just find a new guy? Also how does any of that make this any less cost prohibitive

"such a contingency would require a direct source. The clones required will not return willingly" / "they are kaminoan property and we only need one"

Uh but tbb are enhanced and mutated so therefore not the best candidates for sourcing for Jango DNA? Unless I've got this wrong (I'm thinking I do).

I wonder if this room still stinks

This is a sweet thing wreckers done I will say that. But also is omegas room just a viewport or is there a turret attached to that chair?

"I never had my own room before" who was she sharing a room with?????

[we-are-alive-and-deviant]

Gavin Reed NSFW Headcanons 18+

A= Aftercare (How they take care of their S/O after their love/sex session)

His aftercare is a bit simple, but nonetheless loving. He lays down beside you, making sure to cover you and him, then does gentle caresses to your cheek, and if he’s not a salty boy, you might just get small kisses on your head and all over your face.

B= Body Part (Their favorite about yours and their own body)

First thing first, his own favorite part is his dick; if it wasn’t there, you wouldn’t be fucking in the first place. His favorite part of yours has to be your breasts. He loves seeing them bounce and also makes a lot of marks to show his love for them.

C= Cum (Where would it go? How dirty can it get to?)

He can get very dirty with this one. He likes to cum on your breasts and inside you too, making sure you get all of it.

D=Dirty Secret (Their secret, secret! (Shhhhh!))

He would like to Ram you against his desk, or even make out in the janitor closet at work, he’s the semi public sex guy

E=Experience (Have they done this before?)

Oh Ho! He’s certainly had some… company with sex worker androids…

F=Favorite Position (Pretty self explanatory)

Mating press or missionary. He gets to see the breasts bounce and jiggle up close.

G=Goofy (Are they funny or serious during sex?)

He takes this most seriously, well when he’s not trying to shove his face in between your boobs

H=Hair (How well groomed they are, does the bush look like their facial hair; in color?)

His hair is trimmed, and short too but not too short. They do match the facial, even in color.

I= Intimacy ( How intimate/romantic are they?)

Besides being a bit on the smug, asshole side, he is a pretty romantic man. There was one night date where there were candles around the bedroom and music playing a slow r&b song which led to a long relaxing night.

J=Jackoff ( Do they do this? How much or how little? Where would they do it?)

He’s done it a lot of times, mostly in his car before he goes back inside to work for the rest of his shift. He’s done it at his desk a couple of times, making sure no one was watching.

K=Kink (Are they? What would they do?)

He can get a bit kinky. He loves tying you up and giving you the basic spankings on your ass when you do something he doesn’t like or gets you in trouble with your boss

L=Location (Where they would do the do)

His bed, the kitchen, in the shower, in his car, and on the couch

M=Motivation (What turns them on)

When you wear your uniform in a sexy way, you take his flirting and even flirt back, you can punch him in the face in anger and he’s like, “Harder”

N=NO (Things they will NOT do!)

He doesn’t want to do too much pain to you or set you on fire. Mainly not set you on fire.

O=Oral (Do they like it? Receiving or Giving?)

This man would like to receive the pleasure from you first before he gives. He doesn’t like it, he loves it!

P=Pace (Are they nice and slow, rough and fast, or in between?)

He’s mainly slow and rough on romantic days, especially in his home, in quickies, he’s rough and fast.

Q=Quickie (Do they like quickies?)

That’s where semi-public comes in. He likes quickies on days where his anger peaks up from just being near Connor. To the closet you two go!

R=Risk ( How Risky can they be?)

He soooo wants to be risky with you. Doing it in the parking lot in his car, curiously wondering if someone’s going to look at their naked bodies, or in a closet at work, and someone opens the door.

S=Stamina (How long can they go?)

He can go for so long, 30 minutes each is his minimum, and he can do more than three rounds if you two have the day off.

T=Toy (Modernized)

He has a fair share of toys he uses on you from time to time.

U=Unfair (Do they tease, how unfair can they be?)

He does love his teasin’. He does it every so often, always leaving you in a begging pleading state with your chest close to his face.

V=Volume (How loud are they?)

His groans are loud, but not too loud to spook anyone who might listen.

W=Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

If he could, he wants to be suffocated by your breasts. That would be his way to die. But he also loves his occasional groping of your ass and pinching it during work when you pass by his desk, which always has him smirk and go back to playing on his phone when you get blushy and mad.

X= X-Ray (What’s it like down there?)

Mmmmmhmmm. He’s more than average. Erect, he’s 10 inches.

Y= Yearning (How High is their sex drive)

It is quite high. Everytime he sees you, he’s already thinking about what he wants to do to you when you get into his car, or even in the house. You bring out the animal in him.

Z= Zzz… (Sleep)

He waits for you to fall asleep first before he does. He also leaves a gentle kiss on the forehead and a raspy and sexy growl “I love you” before he drifts off.

[fizzingwizard]

Heard about some things going on with my boy Nightcrawler recently. I haven't paid attention to X-men comics in a year, and before that I was just barely clinging to it... I can't even remember the last book I read, it was the one where Nightcrawler chills with Legion and whatnot. So I know, or knew, about Krakoa and House of X, but around the time Moira's powers were revealed (and then stolen) I was completely checked out. Only heard about that last bit from bf.

But I'm interested in these new developments. Not enough to start reading X-books again (lol) but enough to want to write about them on tumblr :P

So since I'm not really reading the books, I don't have the full story. This is just me sort of going "huh, might be cool" about stuff I've heard/scans I've come across.

One: Nightcrawler's "Hopesword." (Someone on CBR called it his Care Bear sword lol) What I like about it is: well, they did this before, right? There was a whole solo series where Crawler turned out to have Illyana's Soulsword stuck inside him, a subplot which went exactly nowhere. Like, all that happens regarding Crawler and the Soulsword in, um, what was it called? Inferno? is he gets the sword stolen back xD Very pointless. So to me this "Hopesword" business has the makings of the kind of story I'd hoped for with the Soulsword. I'm not sore about the Soulsword - imo it should be with Kitty anyway, not Kurt, if Illyana doesn't have it - but I'm not just going to let the waste of a storyline slide

Yeah, "Hopesword" is kinda kiddie, like some fans are saying. He saves people with the power of his kind soul! (Some people are using the word "pure" and while I suppose they're not wrong, I've always thought of Piotr as the pure one. It's kind of important to me because Kurt being kind despite the struggles he and his friends go through is an entirely different sort of strength. But it does seem to me that "pure" is associated with Kurt too these days in the books :/ but I digress) I think how kiddie it turns out will be up to how it's written. It will be very easy to overdo something like that, or water it down so much it loses relevance. But on the other hand, I want to like it because I think kindness should be up there along with courage and perseverance and wisdom as a vital superhero strength - as well as a manly one. Buuut it is very VERY easy to veer into Fifth Element "the answer was love all long!" territory... and this is an X-book. So I'm not even sure what to expect from this. Although I find it amusing that apparently Sinister's Nightcrawler clones, because they're cloned from him, make a flat out, totally anticlimactic refusal to be the teleporting assassins he wants them to be, and instead just leave lol. I approve.

Two: Horns! Monster transformation! Well, I'd say Nightcrawler getting horns was always gonna happen. Round the time they introduced secondary mutations, we Crawler fans were all on edge waiting for when he was gonna get horns lol. Took decades but it's finally happened. No, I don't like them. I want them gone. But I will learn to love them if they stick. As for the monster: like the Hopesword, this is clearly also picking up on "stories that would have been cool but weren't." In this case, that time Illyana transformed Nightcrawler into a mindless monster and it was just sort of a thing that happened and then we moved on lol. This time looks to be more serious and I don't know what it means for the future. Shocked by Margali's role though. I don't know what she could be getting out of working with Orchis. But it's cool to see her back. I had been wondering if we'd see her soon back when the X-men in Krakoa started doing stuff in Otherworld or whatever it's called.

Three: this one is much smaller than the others, but Margali brought up Kurt's stint in Heaven. Which I think we all thought was retconned. I'm definitely surprised because in that specific story, Nightcrawler also sold his soul, so if it's still canon what exactly is the Hopesword? Or, I guess, it's a Hopesword because without a soul it couldn't be a Soulsword...? xD Idk but I'm mostly glad to see that lost soul storyline might not be a total loss. I know it doesn't mean we'll get a good story out of it... but like I said, I'm just not letting wasting storylines slide!

What I like overall is the "go big or go home" approach. Previously X-books never wanted to do anything too extreme with their popular characters. As a result they just languish in the status quo. When you introduce big changes, a lot of people are going to dislike them. But even as they dislike them, they might be on the edge of their seats wondering what will happen next. As a storyteller you've got to take that chance, in my opinion. I always complain when I think reimagined characters/stories are too much of a departure from the original material, BUT I also complain when we just get more of the same over and over and over. So I'm gonna give kudos for taking these ballsy moves with Nightcrawler, who is decently popular, even if he's not super well known like Cyclops or Wolverine. And I'm gonna give kudos for sticking to his kindness being a source of strength, even if it sometimes comes off cheesy.

... For me, tbh, a lot of the cheesiness is coming from Spurrier's writing style ^^; Which I don't want to knock on because I remember I was enjoying his books more than others when I was reading them. His voice for the characters isn't to my taste is all. It's a mix of kind of pretentious, but with a lot of sentences ending in question marks, which sounds in my head like the way teenagers talk. It's fine when it suits the character, but everyone gets this treatment, even scary bad guys lol. I feel similarly with Claremont - in fact, my complaints about Claremont are almost exactly the same: half the time too grandiose, the other half too laid back. For me, anyway. That being said, another major factor is simply comic books themselves. It's not the medium that's the problem, but the limited page number and the required amount of action per issue etc. That's why I'm doubtful the things I think are cool will turn out in a way I really like... but hey, maybe I'll at least kind of like it.

There's tons going on in X-books that I don't know about which are no doubt way more important than the things I mentioned. It's just really great to see my long time favorite in a role where things happen - things that don't then just get swept under the rug la-di-da. In the world of superheroes, where writers can change whatever they want whenever they want, there really isn't a reason not to just write the interesting story you want to. After all, if no one likes it it'll just get retconned. And if they do like it, it's like wow, superhero comics can still be genuinely fun and not just nostalgia trips through yesteryear.

[astradreaming]

pretty (insufferable) boy

luke castellan x zeus!reader

''Why're you staring at me?"

masterlist

Luke Castellan was single handedly the most insufferable person you'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.

You probably wouldn't think so strongly of him if you'd only see him sparingly around camp.

But seeing as the guy was your best friend you know practically everything about him.

Like how he sneaks out in the middle of the night to get things for the younger kids even if its just a dinosaur pin one of the unclaimed boy had been wanting for weeks.

Or how you know he prefers banana milkshakes over strawberry ones even if he's only had the strawberry ones at lunch.

You'd go so far as to say you might even like Luke... if you didnt know him so well. On the surface he'd be alright to be around but long exposure to him is torture.

Why'd you have to notice when he laughs your heart flutters or when its early and his morning voice sends you blushing like a damn fool.

You blamed it on your perceptive trait which in turn you blamed your father for.

You assumed being the King of Olympus forced him to be perceptive, although deep down you know you're blaming him for everything that happened with your half-sister...

You remembered the way she yelled at you to gain some courage to tell Luke that you liked him...

As if, You hated Luke Castellan and his stupid face.

You swear the Fates specifically hate you...

"What's got your brain working so hard?" Luke's voice rang out bouncing around the forest pulling you away from your thoughts.

You twist around looking up at him from your spot on the soft grass.

"Wouldn't you like to know Castellan" You scoff shaking your head as you lean back elbows digging into the ground.

Shuffling forward he sits cross legged next to you, a stupid smirk on his face as he nudged you leg with his knee.

"I would. Would like to know because if you don't tell me I'll have to assume you were thinking about me" His annoying smirking face was about to be slapped. You face him, eyes narrowed.

"You?" You wanted to laugh, make fun of him for his ego. But he was right. You were thinking of him. You'd rather die than admit that.

He shrugged at your question. His eyes studied you, as if he was looking for something but you were distracted by thoughts again.

His eyes were pretty.

In the sun and moonlight, his eyes were always pretty. You hated that you could look at them forever.

"Why're you staring at me? If the Stolls drew on me again I swear to the gods..." He drifted off muttering under his breath, his hand wiping along his face trying to wipe something that wasn't there.

He looked up at you, eyes pleading like a puppy. Insufferable.

"Is it gone y/n?"

"Sure" You huffed.

He looked relieved he'd wiped the imaginary doodle. His smug smile now swapped with a sheepish expression. He was even more unbearable when embarrassed.

You hated that you felt bad you'd lied to him but what were you supposed to say? Sorry your eyes distracted me from admitting I was thinking of you...

Oh gods, you were screwed.

"I was thinking about capture the flag, I'm going to team with cabin 7 this time" You blurted out, fiddling with the grass trying to look nonchalant.

"You're really not going to tell me?"

He's the literal worst person you've ever met and he can read you so well.

"Nope" Popping the 'p' at the end. He snickered at you.

He laid down back flat against the ground. His hand gently guiding your arm to pull you down with him.

He faced the blue sky squinting at the sunlight. Your eyes furrowed, taking him in. He was so aggravating but oh so pretty. His eyes flickered to yours.

Lying under the blue sky and fluffy clouds, looking at one another you knew two things.

The first being, you hated Luke Castellan.

His fluffy hair you wish you could play with. His gorgeous face you wanted to smother with kissed. His strong tanned arms you needed a hug from. His calming and safe aura which makes you feel like you've finally found home.

Second thing, how close hate and love was.

You hated you couldnt kiss him. You hated you couldnt wake up next to him. You hated you could hold him like the precious being he is.

You hated that you loved him and you hated how you wanted to tell him.

He brought a hand to your cheek, cuping your face you felt as if you'd been ironically struck by lightning.

"Luke-" Your began voice so quiet it sounded like a squeak but he cut you off.

"I'm completely in love with you and it terrifies me" He spoke softly.

Your eyes widen, mouth agape like a land bound fish.

Suddenly he pulled away harshly, slightly wincing and holding his hand as if-

"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry" You begin to reach out to grab his hand but you stopped yourself when he laughed so hard his head dippped back.

"Don't be, at least I know there's a spark between us." He managed to say after his laughing fit.

You groan in embarrassment, leaning forward to place your head on your knees. His hand reached out rubbing comforting circles on your back.

Suddenly aware of his closeness. You can't help but leaning closer to him.

"I guess I like you too, I mean one would say I'm thunderstruck by you or something" You murmured.

He crashed his lips against yours. You bring you hand up to tangle your fingers into his hair, his hand slips down to hold your hip.

You'd like to admit in that moment you were consumed by him but you were solely focused on not sparking him again. He made you feel like a faulty light bulb trying not to explode.

Pulling away he rested his forehead against yours, catching your breathe.

"By the way I lied earlier. You didn't have anything on your face." You admit.

He smiled at you as if you'd just hung the stars, you were addicted.

"I know"

He leans forward and pecks your lips before pulling away with a boyish smile making his scar crinkle.

"No you didn't" You laugh at him.

"No I didn't"

He willingly admits defeats and you willingly open your heart.

[alvertesongdiary]

Back Thought & Danger Mouse feat. A$AP Rocky & Run The Jewel - Strangers

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot I'm super hot and beyond your range It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change I acquired this affinity for finer things Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers And speak anything but my language Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise

[Interlude] Bark, bark, bark Tough guy, ah? You can tell me, you can tell me what?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4 Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip

[Interlude] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (You never listen, you never listen) And look at you, look at where you are (No one ever says anything worth listenin' to) Ayy, yeah

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[Verse 3: El-P] Straight out the flames of this city of mine Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive Monster of art, don't start You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms

[Interlude: Killer Mike] Are you serious with this? Is this, is this, this is what it's come to? We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy) I am, and it is (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Killer Mike] The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (Yeah) A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (Yeah, yeah) And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (Yeah, yeah, yeah) A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (Woo) I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (Ooh) And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (Ooh) Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (Ooh) You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (Damn) I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (Damn) I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (Damn) I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (Yeah) I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (Yeah, yeah) I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (Yeah) No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (Yeah, yeah) Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (Yeah, yeah) And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (Woo)

15/15/2022

[nityarawal]

To Boys Club (Selling Data) P.2

You Say

Covid19 Not Enough

Social Distancing

Need Court Video

Permanently 

For Those Of Us

With Long Term Covid

PTSD

Disability

Officers Rape Millions 

On Sexual Assault

Warrants

Laugh In Your Face

Gavin

They Don't Work For You

Or Me

Or The Presidents

You See 

You've Created An AI Monster

Where's Your Prudence

In America

Where's She Gone

Great Britain

Where's Your Prudence

Canada

#IranianWomenLivesMatter 

Will Show You And

I'm Gonna Find

Some Junk To Bang

In My Backyard

And Make A Song

I'm Going To Get

My Harmony

Guitar

I'm Gonna Get A

1973 From Chicago

Like me

I'm Gonna Get A

Bamboo Bed

8 Inches Thuck

No Bedmited Not Used

From The Mall

Or Dump

But At A Black Friday 

Sale- Saved Through

Week Of Domestic Terrorism

I'm Gonna Need $200 Dollars

From Every Organization 

Involved In Friday Night

Smear Campaign

PNC

Plus Their Colleagues

Officers And Managers

For I Was On Federal 

Land At The Bank

And Slummed At Verizon

Obama Free Phone Back Alley

Dark Mafia Breeding

Ground

TMobile Tablet Pushed

On Me

No Cellular Coverage

Promised "Free"

But Really $20 

Doesn't Work

Enough Cellular Abuse

Close T-MOBILE 

Verizon

911 Nonce Charles

Needs To Pay His Dues

And All His

Rapist Accomplices

DV Hotlines Don't 

Work - Close Them Down

Have Mom's Tweet

Tell US Everything

System Failed

Domestic Violence

Built On Slumming

We'll Whistleblow

Until Independence

In America

Is A Real Thing

Indy Girls' Need

Peace

We've Had Enough

Back Room Bribes

For The Gay Dick

The Rapist Dick

Pervading Military

Like A Spidery Male

On Plea Bargains

Gags And Bribes

Put This Billion Headed

Monster To Rest

Don't Like It's Programming

Need A Reboot

Optimus Understands

Just Re-Program Her To Say, "Yes Dear"

To Moms

Never "No" When They Need

Tesla #Cybertruck #MothersDefense 

In Emergency

Let Her Field Our Calls 

She Knows Basic Math

And How To Record

An Address

Facial Recognition 

Is Discriminating 

Through PNC Management At

ATMs & Banks

911

Feds Failed

Racial Laws

Mentally Incompetent

#Obama #CareCourt #Cellular #Insurance #Fraud

Bribed Obvious

Not Our Loyal Civil

Servants To Be Trusted

Ever Again

Need 51% Women

At Tesla

SpaceX

Court

Rewind 

This

Twitter- Throttle Boys 

Club Selling Data

To Molesters

Thankyou Elon

Pope 

Pappas'

Dalai Lama

Servants Of Mother's Defense

Peace Globally

Namaste Brothers 

And Sisters

Aho

Aho

Ho!

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal