#honestly why did Ryan sound like that

[7-ate-9]

One of my favorite things is going back and watching old bfu videos and getting that shock of Ryan’s og narrator voice

[hellishfig]

i aspire to be shane madej

unfortunately i live in new york city and the closest we have to haunted locations is semi-abandoned parking lots

[rakurairagnarok]

I dedicate this story to my good friend and writing buddy @idesofrevolution. Merry Christmas buddy and please PLEASE Enjoy. Happy holidays to everyone and Happy TF's.

A Green Christmas

`What!!`

Ryan screamed at the news.

You sighed.

´I have no choice, my family has to move, and I have to go as well, I don´t have any accommodation here.´

Ryan grumbled. `Bro... you can´t leave me man... you´re my best bud.´

You grimaced. Your friend had been acting weird lately. You used to be super close, and you honestly still are, but your interests had began to shift. You used to play games, watch cartoons and study together, but lately Ryan had become absent from you life. He had been ´busy´ with other things but his grades had been plummeting and he had picked up smoking. Ryan had no idea you knew this, but you had seen the pictures from your classmates. His wardrobe had changed too. Before he would wear shirts and khakis, now its oversized shirts and hoodies. He started wearing contacts as well, which, to be honest, was a great look for him, he looked very handsome without glasses. His lingo had switched as well. No more academic jargon. Just simple sentences, which almost always had at least one bro in them.

`Look Ryan, I really am sorry, but I just can´t make this work´

Your family was moving, and while you were a college student, who by all accounts should have received some form of scholarship due to your amazing grades, you never did. The truth however, was that you wanted to move. The alienating feeling you got from your former best friend broke something in you, and you had to put some distance between eachother. You could easily apply for the on-campus dormitories but you just couldn`t bear staying near the now almost stranger.

`Look you´d better go, I want to be home before Christmas and I still have a lot of packing to do.'

Ryan sighed and left. After closing the door behind him, You let out a grunt.

"Why does it have to be this way! What happend to him?"

Reluctantly you began packing. Your father would come and get you and your things on Christmas eve, so you had your work cut out for you. You were currently staying Ryan, but this had always been a temporary solution. Ryan's landlord didn't want two friends staying together only couples or families. Ryan had become quite open to you about his sexuality. He had told you he was bisexual and that he could always tell the landlord the two of you were dating, but you had declined. You had a hard enough time not getting picked on. If word would get out that you two were dating, you would not be able to survive. What Ryan didn't know is that you were in fact also bisexual. You really liked girls but men really were where you got your satisfaction. From porn that is, because you were still a virgin. You grew up in a strict Christian household, with a Father from the south. Your parents would never approve and they were the reason you didn't have to work, so coming out was never an option.

A loud knock shook you from your deep train of thought. You opened the door and Ryan was standing right there, smiling.

"Steven, can we talk bro?"

"Ryan, I told you. I need to pack for..."

"Please, just for a little while."

"...Fine..."

Ryan walked in and sat down on your bed.

"Look man... I've been thinking... I need to be honest with you about something."

You looked at your former best friend with confusion. He had been so dominant and confident these last few weeks, and all of a sudden he looked shy and insecure.

"I... I picked up smoking... and... not just cigarettes. Weed too"

You sighed.

"I know Ryan, I have seen you. Don't worry, it's whatever... Your body, your choice."

Ryan smiled.

"Yeah for reallll broo but, I wanted to ask you a favor."

"What is it?" You asked, slightly impatient.

"Come sit down first" Ryan had this shit eating grin on his face, his perfect white teeth on display. Wait that doesn't sound right. he had braces right?

Because you took so long, Ryan grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the bed, right next to him.

"What the hell man!" You exclaimed.

He quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders, his musky scent drilling into your nose, and holds something up to your face.

"I really, really want to smoke this with you man. Like dying wish and shit."

You look down and see a blunt in between his fingers.

"I don't smoke Ryan, you know this" You point out.

" Just one hit bro, that's all, I won't tell anyone, you don't have to smoke any more, just humor me with this man."

You took a deep breath and wanted to decline, but then something clicked.

"You know what. Sure."

Ryan's grin widened. 'Let's fucking go bro!!!" He quickly grabbed a lighter, and lit the blunt.

He took the first hit, blowing the smoke right into your face, the fumes invading your nose and throat, leaving you gasping for air.

"Sorry there bro, just wanted to give you a little taste."

"I'm only taking one hit bro... fuck" Your eyes widen not only did you just curse, something which you rarely do, you also just used bro in your sentence. Hoping he didn't notice you hold out your hand to take the blunt.

Ryan, who's grinning from ear to ear, hands you the blunt, and you quickly take a hit. You deeply inhale, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and the weed invade your brain. A single hit, and you can almost feel your brain stopping.

"W...whaaat the fuuuuuck" You mumble. Your jaw slacks a bit as the smoke escapes from your lips.

"You gonna take that hit or not bro?" Ryan asked with a sly grin on his face.

"Huh didn't I just?'' You asked confused.

"Bro are you already tripping? I just blew some smoke in your face man, thats all. Now come on bro, you promised."

You took a hit, taking a deep breath, feeling the smoke fill your lungs, and your whole body. Slowly blowing out you feel constricted. You look down to see your buttoned up shirt bulging. You tug on it a bit, and it flies open, revealing a chiseled abdomen and two meaty pecs.

"Brooo wat the fahk' You mumble. "My chest is so big... what the hell"

"Yeah bro I know right. I love that strain. Made me who I am today" Ryan smirks as he takes off his hoodie showing his massive arms and chest.

You look in awe as he stretches a bit, his smooth torso , and bulging muscles on display. He drops his sweats, showing off a massive bulge in his white briefs as he looks at you and smirks.

"Wanna take another hit bro?"

Before he even finished his sentence the blunt was back in your mouth, filling you up with even more smoke. You look down and begin to giggle as you bounce your growing pecs.

"Huhuhu broo they are so bigg... what the shit..." You say as a familiar musk begins radiating from your growing body.

Ryan smiles back.

"Yeah bro you're getting so fuckin huge. You're so hot"

You look at him with a flushed face.

"What... did you say?"

"You're hot. You look amazing."

"Thanks..." You can't help but blush, seeing as he himself is a fucking model.

"You're really hot yourself" You say with a beetred face

Ryan stops smiling and looks at you. He sits down and looks you in the eyes.

"I don't want you to go Stevey. I love you..."

Your eyes widen at the words, and before you know it, his lips get pressed against yours. Before you can react he pushes his tongue into your mouth, and a torrent of smoke follows suit. It's almost as if hes blowing you up, and it feels that way too, Your muscles getting bigger, your mind hazier, and your dick... well...

You manage to push away and look at him.

"Ry... I ... "

"yeah?"

"I think... no ... I know... I love you too man"

Ryan signature shit eating grin flies back onto his face.

"Fuck yeah bro!!"

A sheepish smile creeps onto your face as you grab the blunt from his fingers, taking a massive hit before grabbing his neck and blowing the smoke into his mouth.

"You're so sexy." You say as he blows the smoke back into your face.

"What about you then, such a fucking cute stud you are"

The two of you continue laughing, finishing the blunt before crawling into each others arms.

You text your dad that he doesn't have to come get you anymore, as you will be staying with your boyfriend, and promptly block him afterwards.

You nuzzled up to your boyfriends pit and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing and it bricked you up knowing you smell the same.

This will be a pretty special Christmas.

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[toreigh]

CAN I REQUEST SUB! KEN WITH W PRAISE KINK PLEASE 🙏 ur amazing ily

Those eyes | ken!ryan x reader

summary: Set in the real world, you take Ken to the fair for the first time. Having a little too much fun, things get.. A little out of hand in the House Of Mirrors. Need I say more, someone ends up on their knees. Also loosely based off the song Those Eyes- New West. MINORS DNI.

pairings: ken!ryan x reader

word count: 1,719

warnings/notes: SMUT! p in v, cursing, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, oral (m receiving), sub dynamics. ken is obsessed with you, but what’s new?

“Ready?” You said.

“So ready.” He replied smiling.

You took Kens hand leading him to the Ferris Wheel. You had come here last week with Gloria and she showed you everything there is to a fair.

"C'mon you're gonna like this one a lot." You said smiling.

Bringing Ken to the fair made him act like a kid again. He was pointing at what you two should do next, smiling ear to ear. He also said he would win you a pink teddy bear.

You were just admiring the view. Both of the views actually. All the lights down below, and Ken. The perfect taper of his jaw, the way his eyes look. He was all yours.

After getting off you took him to a couple more rides before he insisted on winning you the pink teddy from earlier.

You watched as he scored perfectly, winning it with ease. He handed it to you proudly.

"Thank you, my perfect boy." You praised. His cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.

"Let's go there's a food you just have to try." You said pulling him in the directions of funnel cakes. Bear in one hand Kens hand in the other.

Once you got it Ken was walking towards a table trying to eat it on the way, and got a little bit of whipped cream on his nose. It made you giggle and when he asked what was up you just took a picture, showing it to him. Causing him to give you the same mark, and you two broke out laughing in the middle of the crowd, and no one else knew why.

Sitting down you fed each other the funnel cake like a couple on their wedding night. You had the most fun possible. By the end of it you were food drunk, and gave this devastating smile. Well honestly he thought everything you did was perfect.

"Cmon there's one more thing we have to try before it closes." You said taking his hand. The House of Mirrors.

Being one of the last people in line you had to use the restroom so you told Ken to wait there of course. He didn't really protest.

He did get a little worried when he had to enter without you, but oh would you be back.

It takes all of five minutes before he's lost though. A few minutes pass by with nothing but his own reflection. Off in the distance Ken hears faint shuffling sounds. Ken can feel his heart rate increasing.

"Kennyy!" You call out knowing he's close. You let out a small giggle as he lets out a relaxing sigh.

Thats when he sees you dressed in that white and pink outfit he couldn't get enough of.

"Stop it" He bites out, as its still only your reflection.

"Are you alone Kenny?" You ask.

"Obviously," He breathes. Trying to pin point your reflection still. He honestly gives up waiting for you to find him.

When he suddenly feels hot breath on his back, sending shivers down his spine. You press your front to his back snaking your arms around his slutty waist.

"Thats such a good boy." You mutter.

He spins around looking down at you ready to respond when you crash your lips to his. He can't get enough of you, his hands finding your waist rubbing up and down. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. Your like a drug he cant recover from at this point. He pulls away only for you kiss him again deepening the slutty kiss.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, making his cock throb and he suddenly remembers what its like for you to have your hot little mouth around his cock. He moans involuntarily at the sensation.

You can taste the arousal at this point kissing him like its the last thing you'll ever do.

"Wait B just wait," He said sounding on edge. "what if someone catches us, really?" He finishes

"Mmm is someone scared? That's the fun of it Kenny." You said rubbing your bottom lip.

You spin him around to look at himself standing behind him you wrap your arms around him.

"Do you know what I love about The House of Mirrors?" You asked.

"What?" He said meeting your eyes in the mirror.

"I can see how perfect you are," you say creeping your hand lower "from every" your hand grazes over the most masculine part of him. "single, angle." You say squeezing him through his jeans causing him to involuntarily buck into your slight grip.

You slip off his jean jacket, reaching for the hem shirt you look at him for permission, he simply nods for an answer. Breathing heavily though his nose. You undress him slowly earning shivers down his cool skin.

Once he's fully undressed you step back getting a good look at his tanned, toned frame.

"You have to undress to." He said feeling very exposed.

"Well Kenny if you want that, you're gonna have to do it." You say twirling your hair around your finger.

He gives you the same respect. Slowly undressing you.

"Your soaked B." He said looking up at you as he pulls your pink panties down your thighs.

"Only for you, can't help it baby." You say in a seductive tone.

When he's done he stands back up looking down at you.

You give a smile that almost brings him to his knees.

Now it's show time. You kiss him on the lips then under the jawline, slowly creeping lower. Peppering kisses all over. You make sure to take it extra slow on the V-line. Making him let of inpatient whimpers, you know he's not proud of.

Finally wrapping your little hand around the base he lets out a frustrated sigh. You kiss his angry red lip adorning a bead of arousal.

"The perfect fucking cock." You praise looking up at him through your lashes as his cock twitches getting harder at the praise.

You finally let your tongue come out teasing his tip, wrapping your lips around the tip finally. You make sure to set a devastatingly slow pace.

His hips struggle to stay still after a while, you pick up the pace teasing the underside of his head. You see him struggling to hold back and know he's close. His hands find your hair, not to guide you or force you anywhere, but purely because he needs something to hold onto.

Only when you felt him twitch in your mouth did you pull of with a audible pop.

Leaving him whimpering with need and his cock twitching with want.

Right before he spoke you cut him off. "But I want your cum inside me."

"You asked so nicely." He said taking your hand and helping you up.

You turned towards the mirror running the tip through your slick folds. You didn't even need foreplay just him.

He finally pushed in and you both gasped at the feeling. You felt so full, and your warm slick cunt was clenching him so, so good. He started to move slowly.

Starting to move fast you could feel him hitting your G-spot.

"Fucking me, so, good." You moaned out each word punctuated by a thrust. His cheeks always flushed it turned him on, his praisee kink through the roof.

Fluttering around you knees got week as you started to go down to the cool glass floor and he followed.

Then he leaned back, scooting his legs underneath you, and he placed you solidly on his lap. Your knees were arched, sitting on the lower of his stomach as he tucked a hand behind, keeping the other one on your clit.

He stroked you hard now. Four fingers abused your swollen area as he fucked up into you. You started to moan from the sudden stimulation as he watched you with grave interest in the mirror. Your head tilted back onto his shoulder, but no he wanted you to watch.

“Look at yourself while you come. Watch yourself come on my cock.” He said into your ear making you whimper and look up at him.

You felt your tummy tighten and build. It all felt like too much as you started to squirm. That unfamiliar knot unraveled at a speed so intense that stars prickled in your eyes. Everything turned black. Pitch black. So dark that you believed you passed out for seconds.

You came in a way you’d never done before. Your orgasm squirted out. Hips and dick covered in juices. Because he held you down on his dick as you came, he always did.

“Look at you, you’ve made a mess of us.” He said smirking at you, and caressing your boob. You whimpered leaning forward as his dick fell out, he whimpered at the loss of heat.

You turned around pushing him back so his back hit the cool glass. You finally got on top again wasting no time riding him hard. He began to moan he was so close again.

You kissed kiss swollen lips, before pulling back and whispering in his ear.

"C'mon gotta give it to me, that perfect cock always fucking me so good." You said as you felt him get impossibly harder and buck his hips.

"Give it to me my perfect boy." You said sweetly.

You stuck two fingers into his mouth pulling his bottom lip down and spit, and he swallowed it.

You kissed his lips praising him, sliding your tongue in his open mouth. You kissed him until he came inside you feeling warmth pool in your tummy. Kissing him till he couldn't kiss you back head thrown back in pleasure. His big hands slowly lifted you up because he was so sensative.

He helped you get dressed pulling your pink panties back up and using two fingers to push him cum inside. Pulling your shirt over your head he stood kissing your forehead.

After you gave him the same respect pulling his jean jacket on you could see him watching you in the mirror.

"What 'cha looking at." You said giggling.

"I just... cant get enough of you."

[bingbongsupremacy]

This might be bad but could you write a Steve Harrington story where he left the reader for nancy after they were secretly dating bc she’s plus sized. Then once he cleans up his act he writes her a letter. I was thinking it could be based on closure by Taylor Swift! Thank you !

Closure

This isn't bad ! I can totally do that. I listened to the song for the first time today so I hope you like this! Also, This is going to be a two part piece. I wanted to give some background context so that's what this first part is about. I'll be working on part 2 soon. I hope you don't mind.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus size!reader

Warnings: I'm not a basketball player nor have I ever been a manager. Honestly I've never really been to a basketball game so I'm not sure if this is all super accurate. Pls let me know. Cursing, Use of Y/N, use of the word girl, some self doubt.

Series Summary: You never knew Steve could be so shallow. When he leaves you to date Nancy Wheeler, you're left with a pain you thought he'd never leave cause you. Maybe you should've stayed friends.

*Not Proof Read* Stranger Things Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*****

Teenage love. Powerful. Fast. Fun. Potent.

The first boy I fell in love with was Steve Harrington. How couldn't I have? His perfect hair. Beautiful eyes. His flirty smile.

Every girl liked Steve at one point or another.

Steve and I grew up together in Hawkins. We never had the same classes together, but boy, I knew of Steve. We finally officially met in high school when I became the manager for the Hawkins High Basketball team.

Freshman Year - 1981

" Alright guys, huddle up. " Coach Ryan shouts to the sweaty boys drilling around the gym. " This is our manager. You will treat them with respect, you hear? I want none of that bullshit that went on last year. You got that Seniors? " Coach Ryan sends a pointed look at the upperclassmen. " If I hear of anyone disrespecting our manager, you'll be running on bleachers for the next month. I'm serious. "

What an introduction.

I shift slightly, a little uncomfortable with the gazes of the boys. I send a small smile to the team, trying to calm myself. " Hey, guys. Let me know if you need anything. " I scan the group in front of me. My eyes land on a familiar face on the back row. His friendly smile sends a wave of butterflies fluttering throughout my body. My eyes linger on him for a few seconds before I force myself to look away.

The last thing I need is for him to realize I like him. How awkward.

The coach makes a few more announcements before he dismisses the boys to the locker rooms.

" I needs you to gather up the balls and take them back to the equipment room. " Coach Ryan nods in the direction of the small closet on the other side of the room.

" Sure thing! Anything else? " I ask, reaching down to pick up one of the stray balls.

" Not that I can think of. I'll be in my office if you need me. " Coach Ryan nods a goodbye before heading towards the boys locker room where his office is located.

I look around the gym. Abandoned basketballs lay scattered around the gym. This is going to take a minute.

I pull the metal ball holder behind me as I begin picking everything up.

" Here ya go. " A voice startles me from behind.

I turn to see Steve holding two basketballs under his arms. He sends me a small smile.

" Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. " He sets the basketballs on the top rack.

I smile back at him. " It's all good. I scare easily. "

Steve jogs over to one of the balls a few feet away from us, swiftly picking it up.

" Oh, you don't need to do that. I've got it. It's my job anyway. "

Steve shakes his head, a looks piece of hair falling in front of his face. " I don't mind. It's kinda fucked up you have to clean up our mess. "

I shrug. " I mean, I signed up to do it. "

Steve nods. " Why did you sign up to be a manager? "

" Honestly, to get out of class. " I feel heat begin to spread over my face at the sound of Steve's laugh. " I hate biology. "

" Whaddya mean? Mr. Jackson's a world-class comedian. You're telling me you don't like his cell jokes? " Steve grins.

I cringe, memories of Mr. Jackson's awkward dad jokes and the silence following filling my mind. " I could do without. "

" You know, I don't think we've actually ever talked before. " Steve points out while heading towards another ball. Instead of returning it to the cart, he dribbles it towards the hoop closest to us. He shoots it into the hoop, the ball making a loud sound as it returns to the ground.

" Well, we've never had a class together. " I shrug, taking the ball from him as he hands it over to me.

" What a shame. "

Does Steve like talking to me?

" I mean, that doesn't mean we can't start now. We're gonna be stuck together for the next few months. "

Steve picks up the last basketball. " True. I gotta go get changed before my mom gets here. It's been nice. See ya tomorrow? " His eyes steadily hold my gaze.

I nod. " For sure. "

Steve's smile widens slightly. " Later, Y/N. "

" Bye Steve. " My throat feels tight from excitement. I can't believe that just happened. Steve knows I exist. He knows I exist! And he actually likes talking to me! This...this is fucking great.

Sophomore Year - 1982

" Hurry the fuck up, Y/N. " Steve groans, his sweaty forehead pressed against his forearm. He lazily leans against the now empty bleachers, his eyes following me as I finish writing down the total of money the team made off of concessions.

" I told you that you didn't have to wait for me. I have shit to finish up here. " I nod towards the clip board in front of me.

" I'd be a shitty friend if I left you here. What if you get...kidnapped or some shit. I'd be first on the suspect list. "

Friend. I'm only his friend. Gosh, I need to get over this stupid crush. I mean, it's been over a year since we met and he hasn't said anything about liking me. Why would he like me now? He's into girls like Chrissy. Why else would he flirt with girls like her and not with me? If he liked me he'd tell me. Right?

I roll my eyes, trying to shake off my thoughts and focus of the impatient boy in front of me. " Great to see you care about me so much. Definitely isn't because of your reputation. "

Steve lets out a small laugh. " You know I'm fucking with you, right? "

" I know. Look, I'm almost done. Grab your duffle from the locker, will you? By the time you get back I'll have everything finished. Plus it'll give me a break from your whiny ass. " I joke.

" Ouch. And here I thought you loved me. " Steve holds a hand up to his heart, humor clearly in his tone.

For a moment my heart begins to race. Love. He knows? He doesn't know. Shut the fuck up and be normal. He's a friend. Just a friend.

" What made you believe that? Tommy's obviously my number 1. "

I'm not the biggest fan of Tommy. He's hot a cold. Somedays he's decent, other days he's a complete shit head. He's changed a lot since middle school.

For a moment something flashes over Steve's expression. Surprise maybe? Annoyance? As quickly as it comes it's gone. His playful expression returns. " I'll be sure to let him know that. "

" Don't you fucking dare! " My head snaps towards him. " I'll kill you, Harrington. I'm not even joking. He'll never let me live that shit down, even if it's a lie. And Carol will beat the shit out of me. "

Steve raises an eyebrow in amusement. He leans back against the bleachers, crossing his arms. " Don't worry, I'll sell tickets for the show. I'll even cheer you on. "

I roll my eyes. " Of course you would. "

" I'm gonna go grab my stuff before the janitors lock the locker rooms up for the night. " Steve laughs, pushing himself up. " Hurry the fuck up before I leave you here. "

" You wouldn't dare. "

" Watch me. " With that, he strolls towards the direction of the locker rooms. His strides ooze with confidence, a kind only Steve can emit.

Steve truly is one of a kind.

Junior Year - 1983

" Are you going to prom? " Steve asks out of the blue. He doesn't bother looking up from his text book.

I swallow harshly, heat climbing up my cheeks. I hate when people ask me this. " Nah. Prom's overrated. "

Steve's eyebrow quirks up. " So you're a dance hater? "

I shrug. " I just don't see what the big deal is. Blowing a ton of cash for one night? I'd rather buy new records. " I debate whether or not to tell him the next part. " Plus no one's asked me. " They never do. Why would they when they could ask someone like Carol or Chrissy?

Steve finally looks up at me, his gaze finally meeting mine. Shock is evident in his expression. " Really? You haven't been asked? "

I shake my head, heat crawling up my face again. " Why would I? In case you haven't noticed, I don't really have a ton of guy friends. And my friend pool isn't the largest. "

Steve sends me a sympathetic smile.

Instead of comforting me, it annoys me. He doesn't understand. He's had girls asking him out and asking him to dances from the moment he was allowed to go to dances.

" Anyone would be lucky to take you. You're a great person, Y/N. "

I roll my eyes, laughing slightly. " Yeah. Lucky. "

Steve's eyebrows furrow. " Why are you laughing? I'm serious. You're like the coolest person I know. "

" Then you have a very unique perspective of the word cool. " I glance up at the clock on the wall behind him. " Shit, I told my mom I'd run to the store and pick up some potatoes for dinner. I'm gonna be late. I gotta go. " I rush to gather my notebooks off of the library table.

" Do you want me to take you? " Steve asks, getting up after me.

I shake my head. " It's fine. It's just down the street. You keep studying. Lord knows you need to. Gotta pass that calc test in Jones' class tomorrow. " Truthfully, I just want to get out of this conversation and I'm worried that if Steve gives me a ride it'll just reignite the topic.

" Are you sure? I really don't mind taking you. I can always study at home. "

" I'm fine Steve. Plus, if you try to 'Study' at home, you're not going to get anything done. I know you. "

Steve rolls his eyes. " I love your confidence in me. With your reassuring words I can do anything. "

I let out a small laugh. " Shut up. "

Steve grins.

Fuck he's perfect.

I need to get out of here.

" I'll see ya later Steve. " I wave at him, pulling my bookbag over my shoulder.

" Later, Y/N. Walk safe. Call me in an hour or two so I know you weren't kidnapped or forced to join a circus. " Steve's joking but a part of his expression seems serious. Like he's actually worried about me.

I let out a sigh. " I'll be fine but I'll call you. "

I wish I was the type of person boys would ask out. The type that don't have to do anything for people to crush on them.

But I'm not.

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" Y/N, Steve's here! " My mothers voice calls up to me.

What? Why's Steve here?

Confused, I head downstairs. As soon as I reach the bottom my eyes widen. Steve's still in the doorway, a small box in his hands. His hair is styled perfectly, like always. He's dressed in a fancy suit, something I've only seen him do for fall sport award nights or very special occasions.

" What the...? " I finally get to the bottom of the stairs. " Steve? What's going on? "

" You're going to Prom with me. " Steve holds out the box, his comment more of a statement then a question.

" I don't have an outfit! " I protest, confusion still fogging my mind.

" Just put on whatever you have. Come on, Y/N. It's prom. You need to experience it at least once. Why not with me? "

I feel my stomach begin to churn. Steve's taking me to prom? What fucking dream have I been blessed with?

I chew on my bottom lip. " I'll be back. " I turn to run back up the stairs.

I can't believe I'm going to prom with Steve.

I do my best to get dressed quickly. I manage to find a semi appropriate outfit for the dance and we head out.

" Dinner first. The dance is at 9. " Steve pulls into a familiar diner. It's the diner the whole team eats at after winning a game.

" Oh, you forgot to put on your corsage. " Steve opens the small box, gently taking out a beautiful corsage.

" Oh Steve, you really didn't have to do that. " I stare down at the beautiful flowers. " This is too much. "

Steve shakes his head. " I want you to have a prom to remember. You deserve it. "

I send him a smile. " Thank you. You...you're really the best. "

His smile widens, sending butterflies through my body. He gently puts the corsage onto my wrist. His fingers are cool. They leave tingly sensations on the skin he touches.

For a moment it's silent. I try to find a way to calm my nerves.

He's your friend. Just a friend.

" Actually, Y/N. I also wanted to talk to you about something. " Steve breaks the comfortable silence.

" Yeah? Go for it. " I take a sip of my water, my eyes staying on him.

For the first time he looks nervous. Like he has so much to say but he doesn't know how to.

" Are you okay? " I ask, slightly concerned. He's always so confident. He knows who he is and he's proud of it. It's something I've always admired.

Steve nods, pulling his eyes away from his water cup. " I'm just going to say it. Fuck. " He runs a hand through his hair.

My heart begins to pound faster. What's going on?

" Fuck, I hope this doesn't make things weird. That's the last thing I want. Look, I really like having you as a friend... " He starts.

What the fuck is he going to say? Now I'm nervous. Does he have another girlfriend? Someone who doesn't like him being friends with me?

"-But...fuck, look I like you. " He blurts out, a small blush crawling up his cheeks. " I've liked you for years and I really want to be more than friends. And...I don't know if this makes it weird. If you don't like me, I completely understand. We can just pretend this shit didn't happen and go to prom and never talk about it again. I really don't want to make you uncomfortable-" Steve rambles.

" Steve. " I try to interrupt.

" It's just been something I've struggled with for years and fuck, I don't want to keep it from you. Not when we could potentially be something more. I mean - "

" Steve. " I try a little more forcefully.

Steve's clearly stuck in his head because he doesn't seem to hear me.

"-I just don't want to have any regrets. Especially about you-"

" Fucking hell. Steve Harrington, I need you to shut the fuck up for a second. " I say louder, attracting the attention from an older couple nearby. " Sorry. "

Steve looks at me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting my reaction.

" Let me talk. Please. " I look into his eyes, excitement bubbling in my chest. " I like you to. Fuck, I never thought this would happen. "

Steve breaks into a wide grin. His shoulders relax and he seems less tense. " You do? "

I laugh slightly. " I mean, yeah. You're funny, you're talented, you're nice. You're the whole package. Steve, you're one of the kindest people I know. It's hard not to like you. "

" Oh my...thank god. I was so nervous you weren't going to feel the same. " Steve leans back into the booth seat he's in across from me.

" Me too. "

Today really has to be a dream.

" So...do you want to be my partner? " Steve asks, his gaze holding mine.

I smile. " I'd love to. "

Senior Year - 1984

" I'll see you after class? " Steve grins at me. He pushes away from the lockers he was leaning on.

" Of course. I'll meet you at your car. "

I watch as Steve walks away. He's immediately swallowed up by the crowd.

Thing's have been pretty good. Ever since we started going steady, things have been really nice. Of course, some people in the school don't really approve. It's hard to ignore sometimes but we try. Not everyone agrees that Steve should date someone like me.

It hurts.

But what's important is that we're still together. Despite the shit people say, we're trying.

Sometimes I can see it gets to Steve. He's lost a bit of respect. It's so fucking stupid. I don't understand why people think it's so important for him to date a certain type of person.

Sometimes I feel guilty for us dating. Sometimes his teammates can be dicks. They don't see what he sees in me.

It doesn't matter. As long as we're both happy, that's what's important.

++++++

" Look, we need to talk. "

Those are the first words I hear when I get into Steve's car. His jaw is tight. He avoids looking at me.

" Oh, yeah. What's up? " I ask, confused about what's going on. " Are you alright? You look tense. Did something happen in fifth period? "

" We need to break up. " Steve blurts out. He still avoids my gaze.

My eyes widen. " What? What's going on? Steve, look at me? "

" I'm done, Y/N. I need out of this relationship. "

What the fuck happened? We were fine literally an hour ago. What the fuck is going on?

" Why? Steve, what the fuck are you talking about? "

I feel my heart begin to break at his words.

Steve shakes his head. " I just-look, you're a nice girl, Y/N. But...I can't date you anymore. " His voice waivers slightly.

" Steve, what did I do? " My voice crackles. I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes. " What the fuck happened? "

" We don't look good together, Y/N. "

His excuse is fucking stupid.

" Since when have you cared about what other people think? Why now? "

Steve swallows harshly. " It's different now...I...you...we can't do this. You hear what they say about us, Y/N, don't you? What they say about you? "

Anger begins to bubble inside of me. This is what it's about. " It's me. You're embarrassed of me. " I'm silent for a second, trying not to let the tears come out. " Fuck you, Steve. "

Finally Steve looks up at me, hurt flashing over his face.

" You're an asshole, you know that? Since when have you given a fuck about someone elses' opinion? You're really doing this because of what other people have said? You're just like fucking Tommy, you know that? Like all of the other shallow assholes going to our school. " I open my door. " I hope you're happy. You'll finally get your spot as King of Hawkins back. I wish I'd never met you, Steve. "

" Y/N-" Steve begins, his arm reaching towards me. " I'm sorry- "

" Fuck you. " I slam his door, rushing away from his car. I hear a snicker as I walk past a few of the cars. Tommy and Carol whisper to each other, their harsh gazes glaring holes into my frame.

Steve's always had a bit of a reputation for being a dick to certain people. He's had a bit of a bullying streak. I thought that shit was over. I thought he'd grown out of it, I mean he was never mean to me.

I was wrong.

+++++++

Two days later he started dating Nancy Wheeler and I quit being a manager for the basketball team.

Fuck you Steve Harrington.

[crispycreambacon]

[Image Description in the Alt Text]

Ever wondered what happened to the puppets stuck in the Wondrium Arena?

So did the Professor and his meat shield/bestie westie, Ryan. Instead of waiting for an answer, they planned to get the puppets out of there. They even argued with God over it, or rather the Professor did since Ryan was too mentally out-of-it from the absolute absurdity of this situation.

And what did God give to them in return for winning the argument? A bus. To drive to the Wondrium Arena with. ‘Cause what better way to rescue a bunch of dead puppets than crashing a bus into their purgatory?

— ☆ —

I'm happy to announce the release of my first AO3 fanfic: Seatbelts, Everyone!

As you can see from the blurb above, it's a one-shot crackfic about the Professor and Ryan rescuing the puppets in the Wondrium Arena by crashing a bus into it. 'Cause why not?!

This fic has it all! We got:

Ryan learning how to drive a bus via WikiHow!

God being the absolute worst!

Silly puppet interactions!

Existential crises occuring throughout the fic!

An honestly heart-warming ending?

Y'all the line between silly jesting and sincere genuineness is so blurry in this fic. So if that all sounds like a jam of a time, you can read the fic via clicking here! Or clicking the title. Or searching up "Seatbelts, Everyone!" by crispycreambacon on AO3.

Thank you so much for checking it out! And even if you don't, I hope you enjoyed the comic. May you all have a fantabulous day!

[sevensoulmates]

Season 7 Press Article Buddie Analysis

Okay I don't usually write meta/spec on press runs/articles but I found these super fascinating today, especially in comparison to how the showrunners (including Tim himself) and the actors have spoken about their arcs in the past.

First I want to say that in these interviews the goal is never actually to give the audience any important information but rather to tease, and purposely be as vague as possible. So most of what they're saying will likely have double meanings and all of them are being extremely careful with the words they choose to say. Now with that out of the way in the first EW article (linked here), I found several things extremely interesting.

Calling Marisol Eddie's "Hardware store flirtation". It's so funny to me, for one, but it's also interesting that that's all she's reduced to. A flirtation. I know that was really all they were in the last season, but we know Marisol's involved (likely minorly) in at least 2 episodes out of the first 5. Natalia on the other hand is for the most part understood to not be coming back (I would honestly be surprised given the actress is in NYC). But what's even more interesting is that Marisol is not mentioned anywhere else in either of these articles, meanwhile Oliver WAS asked about Natalia. So, I want people to keep in mind that in whatever way Marisol IS a part of this season, I SEVERELY doubt she's making it past the finale.

2. This answer about Natalia is your typical non-answer but to me, it's basically a confirmation she isn't coming back, which lends a tad bit more credibility to Tommy potentially stepping in as a LI for Buck (fingers crossed).

3. Buck is apparently called in to help talk to Christopher about dating women. Do I even really have to talk about how weird this sounds? Eddie had a whole WIFE? He dated Ana for many many months. He's currently dating hardware store flirtation Marisol right now. And yet, Ryan is claiming that Eddie feels like he doesn't know how to talk to his son about women? Enough so that he calls Buck to help? Talking to your kid about dating is a new avenue yes, but why are we acting like Eddie has never been with a woman before? Like I know last season in particular emphasized that Eddie isn't the best when it comes to dating but like ??? I swear to GOD y'all it's giving such severe compulsory heterosexuality. Eddie, my man, I hope this is indicative of where your story is going this season because it's been heading this way for many many many years. Separately, I also find the lack of mention of Shannon very interesting as well.

4. Which brings me to this part. The whole family dynamic aside...Buck's romantic relationships have been severely questionable at best the entire show. Before Abby, it's canon that all Buck did was sleep around a lot, which doesn't seem like something you wanna tell a young teen dating for the first time. So what's he gonna talk about? How women flee him? As I saw someone else say on the timeline "are the successful relationships in the room with us"? This is especially odd if the spec is true and he and Natalia broke up off-screen prior to the start of the season. Eddie, you just saw Buck have yet another failed relationship with woman #4 and your thought is that HE'S the one best suited to talk to your son? These two men are so queer and so dumb, but their hearts are in the right place.

Okay, moving on to EW article #2 linked here. Here I'm shifting a little bit more to Tim Minear, and what he's said before in the past as showrunner about Buck, Eddie, the buddifer dynamic and the buddie ship.

I have a love-hate relationship with Tim. On one hand, I think he's a far better showrunner than Kristen (for OG 911, 911 Lonestar does and always will suck ass). But on the other hand, I remember some of the things he said back when season 2 was airing. It's part of the reason why I can't take things like "he's so cute. he gets that a lot" or "does this boycrush on eddie mean you're over abby" or "you two have an adorable son" or any Big Buddie fanservice line in season 2 seriously or as any definitive proof of anything. Tim has openly admitted most of those were in season 2 to throw shippers a bone. Not to be taken seriously. And that didn't sit right with me. Very obviously, there was a shift in season 3 and no longer was buddie and shippers the butt of the joke. Season 3 is when I genuinely think the writers and Tim shifted from "haha this is funny" to "oh wait, maybe there IS something here" and obviously The Powers That Be (Fox) had some control over whether or not that happened and is honestly why I think it didn't happen in season 5 or 6 where it realistically could've fit very well after s4.

So firstly, please take everything I say with a grain of salt because Tim is a Known Liar and Word Twister and is very VERY good at saying a lot while absolutely saying nothing at all.

5. So...I find what he says in this article interesting because it's not in the first article. First, his word choice is very interesting. Using both "friendship" and "coupling" in the same sentence, which have two different connotations. Secondly, he says that "at their core" their relationship is about their friendship. When something is the core of something else, that doesn't mean that's all there is. The core may be the essence, or the foundation, or the glue of something. But it is something that is BUILT UPON, something that extends past the core. To me, it means that while the core of buddie's relationship is their friendship, their relationship encompasses much more than that. It's like those successful old married couples who say the key to being married happily for 50+ years is that "we're still best friends" or that "the key to a successful romantic relationship is having that foundation of strong friendship" etc. Now, I'm not SAYING this means canon buddie, but I just find it interesting that this is how Tim chose to describe them this time around. To me, that says Tim is very much aware that there's far more to be explored in their relationship than just their friendship. Whether that means far more buddifer family arcs, or an actual real exploration of Buck and Eddie as a romantic couple, I'm very excited to see where it goes.

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

alice on a wednesday

annie found alice to be impossibly glamorous. she was a woman in her mid-forties. an artist of some note (annie had googled) and a professor at a local university. she had a personality that was somehow both bubbly and cool. she had very good posture and was an engaged conversationalist. she often asked annie about herself as often as she talked about herself, and annie, bamboozled by her bright eyes and alien beauty, shared too much.

"how are you? how's ryan?" alice asked inquiring after annie's boyfriend.

"he's okay, i think?" annie said. "he seems really distracted with work lately."

"a.k.a. you're not fucking," alice said.

annie chuckled and tried to regain some professional composure. "it's okay. it's fine."

"annie, honestly, it's not," alice said. "you're a woman in your prime and he should be getting you off a few times a day, lest you seek pleasure elsewhere."

"i wouldn't do that," annie said.

"i would," alice said. "and i would not feel guilty."

annie had not been surprised to learn that alice had never managed to make a long term relationship work. but romance never much concerned her. alice's worries and annoyances fell into two categories:

her mother, a wild russian immigrant who was perpetually causing trouble and

her own neurological health

alice was a brain cancer survivor, and told annie when they met that in a sort of spiritual, kooky way, she believed maintenance of her mental health was key to staying in remission. annie said that medically, she couldn't really agree, but liked the notion of it.

a side effect of alice's brain surgery was that she'd lost the ability to raise the volume of her voice -- she spoke at just above a whisper. she mitigated this condition by using a wireless lapel microphone and a little box-sized amplifier she kept in her purse and set on the table in front of annie during their sessions. it lent her voice a lightly robotic quality that annie found oddly soothing.

she asked alice if she'd ever been unfaithful in a way that had hurt anyone.

"i don't think i hurt them in a way that was unfair," alice said. "sooner or later, the people who stay in my life as friends or fuck buddies or what have you learn to travel at my speed. and why shouldn't they? it's a fun speed."

"but early on, some hearts get a little bruised and beaten."

"yes," she admitted. "when i was 17 years old, i slept with my boyfriend's older sister, and i remember he was pretty mad about that," she said. "he beat the shit out of her."

"oh, fuck," annie said. she didn't swear around most of her patients but alice never clocked it.

"yeah, i got violent with him after that, clawed him up," she said, laughing. "i still keep in touch with the sister. they made up, it's all okay."

"i mean, is it?" annie asked.

"who knows," she said. "you have a brother, right?"

"yes," annie said, impressed at alice's recall.

"robbie," alice said. "i assume you have never competed with robbie over a woman."

annie laughed. "no. i mean, that must be very rare. unless you have more histories with siblings?"

alice grinned her catlike grin. "not negative stuff no, but I have in fact had sex with two sets of twins. two women, two men."

"yikes," annie said. "i mean, not to sound judge-y. i can't imagine having sex in front of robbie."

alice laughed. "i'm basically an only child, so i don't know. i think it's different with twins. they're copies of each other. and the women, like it or not but we live in a society that sexualizes female twins so by the time i met them they had a lot of experience with each other."

"huh," annie said.

"it's initially sort of gross but when you get down to it, i don't know," alice smiled. "kinda hot."

"what did you mean when you say you're basically an only child?"

"i never told you about amanda?"

"no," annie said, fairly confident. sometimes she forgot things her patients talked about, but not alice.

"when i was 15, my aunt killed herself," alice said.

"oh god," i said. "your mom's side?"

"no, my dad's sister-in-law," she said. "his brother's wife. and you know, that was crazy, so my uncle and his daughter who was 17, they came to live with us for a year. they moved from israel."

"that must have been a series of shocks for them," annie observed.

"yeah, i mean, my cousin amanda just did coke and fucked guys in my room, but it did feel like having a sister for a while."

"in your room?"

"yeah in my room, in my bed. i used to find like, thongs and condoms in my bed."

"i don't know what it's like to have a sister, either," annie said. "but i don't think it's like that."

annie went to ryan's apartment after work. he talked to her in an almost uninterrupted stream for an hour about things going on at work until, her relentless ability to pay attention nearly failing her, she stood in his kitchen and pulled her skirt and panties off. he stopped talking and stared at her exposed bush. "hey," he said.

"hey," annie said. "fuck me."

"ok," he said.

he took her over the sink, roughly, like animals, his fingers on her clit, his lips on her neck. he was a little soft at first, like he'd forgotten how to get hard in the two weeks or so since they'd last had a vanilla, post-date screw. but all annie had to do was get a little vocal. "i'm so fucking wet," she told him, and felt him stiffen right up.

they came at the same time, annie's contracting pussy pushing his cum out around the base of his shaft. she felt it between her thighs and heard it hitting the tile floor. as she pulled away and turned to kiss him she touched herself and brought her fingers to her lips. his eyes lit up. she had him back, at least for a while.

she spent the rest of the evening in a blouse and panties, sharing a joint with ryan, watching TV with him, and then mounting him again on his couch. she didn't take her panties off this time, just pulled them aside. sometimes uncomfortable, but very effective when one wanted to feel particularly slutty. she put her tits in his mouth, bounced to orgasm on his cock, and then sat on his thighs and stroked his cum out onto her bush. cleaning herself up in the bathroom she laughed imagining telling alice about it. she was sure she'd approve.

[jacobsbigmelons]

Hey could you do a jacob!bottom x male reader!top smut where the reader is giving jacob an oil massage and jacob is trying hard to not rub his boner into the bed but the reader knows and starts to tease him by whispering things in his ear and starts to eat him out as well because his ass is lovely

Certified Multitasker

cw: nsfw, top!reader, bottom! Jacob, mmm oil massage time, Jacob wearing shorts he still needs to get sized up bc it really makes his thighs pOP, fuck a jock when you can yall 🙏🏼.

“Half of those kids are athletic and they put me through literal hell, I don’t wanna hear it” Jacob retaliated as Kaitlyn teased him for being close to last to make it back to the campfire, everyone knows he could’ve not only outran every councilor here but probably could’ve made it and been waiting for a bit before anyone got there. “Are you sore or something? you should probably rest your legs if you are.” You spoke while adjusting yourself on the wooden seat.

“I. Am. Fine. Really” Jacob insinuated while working on his leg a bit, moving it around while rubbing it in hopes the pain will magically disappear. You couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend, how handsome he looks with his backwards hat, his baggy clothing hiding all the well defined muscles, you so wish you could see even if it was in the dead of night. You couldn’t help but think back to why- “Hey, you good?” Ryan said as he snapped you out of your thoughts “Yeah, yeah, fine. My bad, I zoned out there for a sec” You said scratching at your neck for a bit.

The night trickled in as the moonlight washed itself over the last 3 councilors who still decided to stay out for a bit, Nick, Jacob and you. Though it only took one yawn from your end to send Nick into a fit of yawns. Low and behold after some time it was only you and Jacob remaining. “You think you’ll be able to get back to our cabin or you need help?” You offered your assistance as Jacob pondered while staring at his leg, you and back to the leg.

“Got what it takes to give a massage?” Jacob said

“Got what it takes? You’re talking to the guy who didn’t let a group of kids exhaust him.”

“Oh my god, if you were there you would understand.”

“Yeah yeah. Let’s just get you over to the boathouse”

The walk didn’t take too long, the increase in moonlight grazed across the lake's surface as the sound of crickets began to chime in. The lights to the boathouse were off despite maybe one or two lanterns still left on outside from…however long ago. Eventually it didn’t take long for you both to struggle finding the light, but soon enough the building was illuminated and all the insides were shown. The only issue is, no good massage area.

“What do we do for a makeshift massage table?” You said, not exactly to Jacob but more so for yourself. You looked around and found a…normal table, but that would have to be the last choice. “I can just lay on the floor if that’s easier babe?” Jacob spoke, his leg hoisted up behind him as he did some quad stretches. Unfortunately, there was little time to retaliate because at this point Jacobs baggy shirt was off and he was already taking those baggy sweats off to reveal some short shorts.

Honestly, you couldn’t help but stare, his physique always got you riled up but him in shorts that show off so much of his legs practically had you in hypothetical flames. And of course your boyfriend knew that too, his hands giving his body a quick rundown with his hands made you want to give up this whole massage guru act and just take him then and there but you knew he had to be in pain. “Well you seem pretty eager for a massage, might as well just use the floor” You said walking past him and giving his bicep a flirty squeeze.

You searched and searched through anything drawer like for oil, maybe lotion. You knew they had at least one of them here, you used the lotion earlier in the month but apparently someone moved it. Oil, on the other hand, who knows. Jacob sat on the wooden floor as he massaged his calf, his other hand readjusting the cap on his head. “Found em! hey lotion or oil? pick one!” you yelled out from where you were as you held two of them in the air, Jacob perked his head up at your question as he pointed at the oil. “Oil! it’s not cold and you get to lather up this hunk of a bo-“ Jacob winced as he held his calf tightly “O-oh sh-fuck! oh fuck that hurts- what a way to cockblock.” Jacob annoying stated as he picked his hat back up off the floor returning it to its backward state.

“Alright well lay down before you get any other cramps” you instructed while walking back, Jacob readjusted as well, he was lying on his stomach and of course you had to stare a bit at that ass of his as it was practically staring at you with how tight the shorts were. His Achilles tendon was first before leading up to his calf and hamstrings, His head was resting on his wrists while trying to ignore any of the uncomfortable pain that came with your well worked hands. Though with pain comes some pleasure and of course with your back and forth motion of his legs, you were practically guiding his dick back and forth against the floor.

As your hands made their way to his hamstrings, it almost felt as if his hips began to dip down into the floor, basically every time your hands went up he would go down. He was practically trying to get off by humping the floor. “Should I take these off for you? That’d be easier to rub you down too.” You questioned as your mouth came very close to Jacobs ear. You knew what the answer was, but you wanted to hear it from him.

“Fuck yeah babe…” his breath began to get a lot more pant like and your hands couldn’t help but feel his ass even more. You slipped your fingers underneath the elastic top while slowly pulling the shorts down, though most of the time was spent feeling just how big his ass actually was. It would feel even better on your di- “You really like taking your sweet ass time pulling some shorts off y’know that?” Jacob said, clearly impatient. “Says the one with the sweet ass”

Jacob pushed his ass up as his back arched a bit, he even shook it in front of you a bit though you couldn’t help but give it a playful slap after feeling it up a bit. “Okay…okay, i’ll stop.” You lifted his legs a bit in order to actually pull off his shorts as his jockstrap practically showed off just how perfect his ass looked.

And of course another playful slap on your end, though, the moan heard from underneath you signified how enjoyable it was. You squirted more oil in your hands as you rubbed it along each cheek, the glossy look already had you hard but why get to the extreme so quick? Jacob still had his dick rubbing against the smooth wood, he clearly wanted something more than the massage.

Your legs straddled his ass at this point as you bent down to his ear, your print now up against his ass which he arched into “You got such a good ass y’know that?” copying his tone from his previous comment, you playfully thrusted which made him only whine quietly as his eyes met yours, and the lust was so obvious in them you knew he needed to get off. “Well what’re you gonna do about it? Just gonna rub it all night?” He said with a grin as you stopped and returned to where you once were. A warm yet wet feeling came across his ass with the occasional sharp feeling, your tongue swished around as you left a few playful bites here and there.

You slowly made your way where his hole was as your tongue licked everywhere but where he wanted, though his excessive and very vocal moaning made it clear that it would only get better from here if you actually go for it. “mmm fuck your tongue feels so fucking good, just keep tongue fucking that fat ass” Your boyfriend explained before he hoisted himself up a bit with one arm just enough to look back at you and shove your head in with his other hand. You didn’t expect that, but you didn’t mind, and at this point he was practically fucking the floor, his pace quickened and you were practically in the same boat.

you used a free hand to unbuckle your pants as you began to thrust against the wood, no wonder Jacob kept it up so long, the feeling was practically euphoric. Though one last thing was in your mind, if fucking the floor was this good, Jake still had his strap on so he wasn’t getting the full experience. You moved your hands up enough to pull his dick out from where it was and started to jerk him off essentially.

The amount of curses and moans coming from him practically made you shudder as his thrusting somehow got faster, though that wouldn’t stop you from giving him the rimming of his life. Plus he was supporting you with a hand on your head. “Oh fucking- shit bro- fuck your hand is so hot” You were able to move your head up just enough to see just how hot and horny you got him, the hand he’s using for leverage is practically clawing at the floor and his face is almost drenched in sweat.

“I’m so fucking close-“ At that point you began to stroke him off at the same time as he was thrusting, there was already so much precum at his tip it gave you some free lubrication if the oil didn’t already do that. “Fuck! Fuck! i…holy shit-“ You felt his thrusts slow down while the back of your hand was met with the pool of cum underneath you. His hand left your head as you were finally able to take a genuine breath and not strive off what air you were able to breath in with your nose.

Jacob maneuvered back to sitting down as you crawled up slowly, strings of cum connecting from your shirt and the floor. You honestly couldn’t be annoyed right now from just how blissed out the two of you are right now, Jacob only stared at you and likewise “Guess we both made a mess…” You spoke with a panting voice, taking off your shirt knowing it’s practically unwearable now for the rest of your stay. “Didn’t know you were skilled in mouth and hands” Jacob said “I’m smart when I have to be babe” You replied before wiping the sweat from your forehead. Two more months left of summer and you get this beefcake all to yourself.

[youngveinsworld]

quotes from a recap of the young veins' show at the crowbar in tampa, florida on 9 july 2010

The Young Veins start setting up I turned on my zoom to get the audio I figure it will be a quick soundcheck and they'll start right? Nope the sound operator couldn't get any sound from nick white's keyboard and dude got really intense O.O over it. (this fucking thing is a piece of shit!) Well after about 15 minutes of them working on it FiNALLY I get to hear what obviously I came to see. The Young Veins! Ryan seemed a bit miffed I think about it taking so long but it wasn't very noticeable at all only cuz he said it was.

Compared to when I saw them back in March Ryan's stage presence is better than it was and honestly the vocals were much better than they were. I can tell he is used to this touring thing now (even if not having to do a 15 min soundcheck but whatever who would be?)

Him and Jon are adorable together they just play so well off each other and that's what I really adore as well as the music obviously.

Also really loved this little shtick Ryan decided to do about how before he used to be in the foo fighters. (it amused me) He said how him and Jon were in a motorcycle gang and they traveled all around the world (we asked Jon later why foo fighters he said why not lol and apparently this was something they did tonight for the first time) and he said he didn't want to use the real name of the other band or something (i just quipped back I knew nothing of that other band and laughed).

Anyways funny things that were said Ryan dedicated a song to Black Gold (totally messed up the name when saying it) I don't remember what song it was now. He asked if anyone was there for Rooney and alot of people hooted and one dude said whatever in the crowd and Ryan was like I just heard someone say i think whatever but I won't acknowledge it to which Jon commented you just did lol

I really love watching them perform I was sad they didn't stay longer. I wanted more songs! They played all the same songs everyone has heard they've played. Nothing different. I always really enjoy hearing Jon sing just because he only gets a few songs even though I love Ryan's voice as well.

– from this Livejournal post

[book-place]

Sleep on Set

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Ryan Reynolds x reader platonic

Request: Yoooooo could you write a Ryan reynolds x teen reader :) (maybe costars or like his adopted kid or something) maybe Ryan catches them at like 3 am doing homework even though school or filming is the next day at 7 am. Y/n is just super burnt out but trying to at least cram material

Request by: @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression

*not my gif*

Summary: Ryan wakes up to find you still awake at an ungodly hour and demands that you go to bed

A/N: Slowly but surely getting out of my writers block

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Ryan let out a long yawn, trying to put a hand over his mouth to stifle it as he did so. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally wake up every trailer on set by being too loud at this ungodly hour of the night.

It was three in the morning and he honestly didn’t know why he was up. Filming didn’t start until seven and he was downright exhausted, but for some reason, he just couldn’t sleep. So, instead of tossing and turning for the next few hours, he decided to try and take a walk to see if that would clear his head and then he would be able to hopefully get in a couple hours of rest.

A frown pulled at the corners of his lips and he came to a sudden halt right in front of your trailer. There was lights spilling out from underneath the door and peeking out through the curtains.

He chuckled to himself as he came to the realization that you probably just fell asleep unexpectedly again, cuddled up underneath blankets on the couch with the television playing softly in the background.

As slowly and quietly as he could to not wake you up, he crept up the stairs and gently opened the door in hopes of turning off your lights and tv. In the past, this had happened and he sometimes carried you to bed if you were in an uncomfortable place.

Ryan froze though, as soon as he stepped in and was met by the sight of you hunched over a desk, hair askew and eyes holding dark bags beneath them.

Your head snapped up at the sound of your door closing and you froze like a deer in headlights, caught.

“Y/n?” Your costar asked in shock, eyes roaming to take in the scattered papers and textbooks that lay every which way.

“Oh, Ryan,” You chuckled nervously, placing down your pencil and clearing your throat.

He raised an eyebrow, “You better have just woken up.”

For an actor, you weren’t very good at lying offscreen, “What? Of course! Just wanted to do some homework before filming!”

“The same filming that starts in a couple hours?”

You nodded your head vigorously, “Yep! Yeah! That one!”

“So, you weren’t up all night?” He asked sarcastically, clearly already knowing the answer.

Your face fell at his tone and you dropped your head into your hands with a groan, tiredly rubbing at your eyes with the palm of your hands, “I didn’t mean to,” Your words came out slightly muffled, “But I have so much work to do.”

He sighed, walking over and offering you a hand to help you out of your seat, pulling you to your feet, “Come on,” He gently tugged at your arm, “We’re getting you to bed, kid.”

Quickly, you planted your heels into the ground so he couldn’t pull you, “But, I have so much-“ You began to protest.

“Nope,” He cut you off with a small glare, “You’re going to bed and staying in there until I come to wake you up.”

You sighed, head falling in defeat, “Fine, fine,” before following him to where your bed was.

He watched you climb under the covers with his hands on his hips, “Good night, kid.” He ruffled your hair and turned on his heel to go.”

“Ryan!” Your voice made him look back in curiosity, “Thank you.”

He smiled down at you affectionately, “Anytime, kid. But, don’t do this ever again. You need your sleep.”

With a lazy nod, you finally allowed your eyes to flutter shut and you were asleep before he even fully exited your trailer.

Instead of going back to his own though, he made some calls and demanded that filming be moved to later in the day so that you could get extra sleep.

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[ametrinearrows]

Runaway

YN and Dolph had been thick as thieves ever since she joined the WWE. He was the one that she felt like she could talk about anything with, and he felt the same way about her. So, when childhood memories came up on their carpooled trip to the next event site, it was not even the slightest bit shocking. It was something that they did often, and they enjoyed it. 

“When I say Ryan just about broke his arm, I mean it. Kept complaining about it for days." Nic said, trying to contain the chuckle that wanted to slide out underneath his breath. 

YN, who had already given in to the fits of laughter that had overtaken her, nodded and said, “Yeah, I would have too if my ass was just dumb enough to jump off of the house just to see if I could land it on a trampoline.” She slowly wiped away the tears that she had shed from laughing as hard as she was. “If the word dumbass had a picture next to it in the dictionary, it would be one of your brother doing that. Which I would have paid to see, just for your information.” 

“What about you? Mmm? What stupid shit did you do in your youth?” he questioned with a smile on his face. 

YN thought about it for a moment and shook her head. “Other than the whole run away from home at eighteen, I can't say I have done anything completely dumbfounding, to be completely honest with you.” 

Nic quickly looked over at her and then back to the road. “You ran away from home?” His tone was one of complete shock. It was not something he expected her to say. Up until that point all he knew was that she had the best relationship with her folks growing up. But the more he started thinking about it the more Dolph realized that she rarely, if ever, spoke about her teenage or young adult years and he never had wondered why until now. 

“Uhh… yeah.” YNN said, face falling from the realization she had never told her best friend that little piece of information before. “My childhood was great, you know that, but when I turned thirteen, maybe even fourteen, my parents were going through their divorce. Mom became a workaholic, never spending more than three, maybe four, hours at home, and dad, after moving out, drowned his sorrows in alcohol. He wasn’t a horrible drunk, but he wasn’t the best either.” she confessed as she began to play with the frayed strings at the bottom of her sweatshirt.  

Nic was not used to hearing this furious warrior women he has come to know and love sound so small but she was finally opening up that part of her life to him and though he didn’t push her into telling him any of it, he wasn’t about to tell her to stop when she felt him to be a safe person to actually talk about this with.  

“I did everything I could to please them both. I did my chores without being asked. Kept my grades up to above average. Applied to both to their preferred colleges and got accepted to both. But it seemed nothing I did was enough. Mom bought a prom dress but wasn’t there to help me get ready, so I ended up not going because it wasn’t going to be the same. She was late for my graduation. By the time she got there I had already walked the stage and accepted my diploma. Dad just didn’t show his face at all. At that point I was done with it all and wanted to trade my life in for a different one. I called my grandma in southern Kentucky and though she didn’t have a room for me, she and grandpa had just kicked out the renters of their rental house and told me if I promised to keep up with the place and help them pay the property bills, it was mine for the taking.” She took a moment to pause and finally looked over at him. 

“For me it was a no brainer. I packed everything I thought I would need or want the next day while my mother was at work, left a note for her on her bedroom door, and was gone before she ever got home that night. Haven’t set eyes upon that house since then and honestly don’t plan to either.” 

“Do you ever miss it?” he questioned without taking his eyes off the road. “Home, I mean.” 

YN just shrugged and looked out of the front windshield. “I miss the home I had when I was a child. But not the one I drove away from that day." She took a deep breath and then continued. “My mother didn’t even notice I was gone for three days before she started calling around. By that time, I had already made it to Kentucky, been there for a day and a half, and grandpa and I were painting the house to colors that were more me. That place hadn’t been home for a long time before then and it won’t be now either. And to be completely honest, if I didn’t leave then the likeliness of me getting into this profession would have been slim to none. My mother never liked the idea of me being into wrestling the way I was, but grandma and grandpa were willing to support me in whatever endeavor I was into. So, there’s that too.” 

Dolph nodded at her admission. “Well then, in that case, I'm sorry for the way it happened, but I'm not sorry about where it got you. I don’t think I want to imagine life in this business without you in it.” 

YNN smiled slightly. “Even if you were in it at the time I wasn't?” 

He chuckled. “I tend not to dwell on that fact for very long,” he confessed. “That was a whole different time.” 

The two of them continued their ride with funny stories from their life in the business. Nic was happy that she had opened up to him in a way he hadn’t expected her to. But it gave him a greater understanding of her as a person and for that he was grateful. 

[bellarkeselection]

Can I request Yellowstone ryan

Reader is always someone's second choice or third until she's hired to be a wrangler at the yellowstone and finds friends who put her first and she falls in love with ryan

Cowboys First

Dropping my bag at my feet I pulled the hat off the wall seeing it was a light brown one. Teeter and I had joined the Yellowstone ranch a few weeks ago. I was assigned as a wrangler for the Duttons. I was honestly surprised he took me in throughout my life I have never been someone's first choice for anything. Shrugging my jacket on I exited the bunkhouse needing some quiet from the loudness inside from the others playing cards and drinking alcohol all night. Leaning my elbows on the wooden fence I sighed staring up at the stars until someone suddenly spoke up. "Beautiful night to watch the stars don't you think?" I screamed making my hat fly up in the air where I thought I was gonna jump out of my boots for a second. "Geez Ryan. Scared the shit out of me!" Clutching a hand over my heart he shakes his head bending his head down for a second.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that, Y/n. Just thought I should come out here and tell you how I feel." He replied removing his hat running a hand through his hair clearly nervous but I can't be too sure. "Well you see I uh - darn it I thought that I could do this better. That I could tell you how I feel but I can't-" Reaching over I grabbed his shoulder making him look me in the eye as I asked my question. "Ryan, are you drunk or something because I - I've never been someone's first choice for anything. That's why I haven't had a boyfriend for like ten years. So I need you to be honest-" Suddenly he cuts me off cupping my face in his hands crashing his lips onto mine deeply. I gasped trying to process this in my brain that I wasn't dreaming. Running my hands up his chest they ended up in his hair then my arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss more because he was a dang good kisser.

He wrapped his arms around my waist breaking the kiss telling me to jump and I did as he told wrapping my arms around his waist. He puts his hands on my butt so he doesn't drop me pressing his lips back onto mine until the door got opened and Teeter hollered out to us. "WooHoo get'em girl. Oh and Colby took your bed. You'll have to bunk with your fella there." She closed the door making us both blush bright red. Focusing back on Ryan I smiled when he whispered resting his forehead against mine. "You're my first choice. I knew that the second I layed eyes on you Y/n. Now at the risk of this sounding weird do you wanna share a bunk with me tonight?" Pressing my lips onto his he sits me on the wooden posts so he could cup my face in his kissing me back when I mumbled back. "Absolutely I will, Ryan."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[bambinella]

Celebration

A/N: Back at it again with True Colors! My mind has not known peace since I fully discovered Life is Strange and I'm perfectly fine with that. Have another fluffy one! Enjoy!

Summary: It's been exactly a year since Alex arrived at Haven, and Steph and Ryan are deadset on celebrating

Warnings: Fluff and tickles

Word Count: 1768

“If you think this is funny, you should see her drooling face!”

“Wouldn’t dream of missing it. And you get to witness this every day? As per usual, I envy you, Gingrich.”

“What can I say dude, I won the jackpot.” 

Two voices in her dream. One low, one higher pitched, and surprisingly loud and close to her. Huh, that was weird. Out of all the dreams she had had so far, this was by far the most realistic one. And the heaviest. Wait, heaviest? Alex groaned as she slowly started to wake up, trying to move. Nothing. Even weirder.

“Oh look, someone’s finally waking up!” 

That was definitely Steph's voice, she was sure of it. Why did it sound like it was coming from above her? With a lot of effort, she opened her eyes. At first she was greeted by the sight of her pillow. Then with the realization that her blankets weighed a lot more than they should.

“What the–” Alex mumbled as she lifted her head, actually waking up now. She was laying on her stomach, hugging her pillow with both arms. She looked back over her shoulder and– ah. That explained something. Steph was laying across her back, and Ryan was laying across her legs.

“Thought you’d never wake up. Steph was right when she said you’d sleep through a literal bomb,” Ryan teased with a grin. 

“Hey don’t bully her, only I can bully her,” Steph said while smacking the back of Ryan’s head, before continuing to play with Alex’ hair. 

“You guys… what are you doing here?” Alex asked with a yawn, half groggy, fully sleepy. She was always happy to see them, but she was slightly confused by their presence this early. And also by the fact that they were laying on top of her.

“We were waiting for you to wake up, of course!” Ryan smirked as he sat himself on top of the bed, next to her legs to make it more comfortable for her. 

“Let me rephrase that… why are you two here so early? Like, Steph being here goes without saying, but why both of you? And how did you even get in here, Ryan?” Alex asked with a chuckle. She tried to sit up, but Steph playfully refused to move from her position, so she was stuck. 

“I let him in, of course!” Steph said as if it was the most logical thing in the world. Well it kinda made sense, but still. “He’s here because it’s a special day!” She added.

“Is it?” Alex asked, wracking her brain to think of a reason. Nothing had been marked down in the calendar, so she didn’t have a clue to be honest.

“What day is it today, Alex?” Steph asked, a smile audible in her voice. Alex looked back at them over her shoulder again, and she could practically feel the joy radiating from her. She could also see that they expected her to know the answer by now. Alas, she didn’t.

“Ehm… tuesday?” She answered after taking a sneak peek at her trusted calendar in the background. This earned an eye-roll from her best friend and girlfriend, and it seemed they couldn’t hide it any longer, whatever it was.

“It’s the 28th of april!” Ryan said while waving his hands in the air. When it still didn’t ring a bell, both of them rolled their eyes at the same time again. 

“Oh my god, you really are clueless! It’s been exactly a year since you arrived in Haven!” Steph added with a wide grin, squeezing her girlfriend’s shoulders excitedly. Alex blinked, and then realized they were right.

“Oh! Ooooh! Wow, it’s really been a year already huh? Aww you guys remembered! That’s cute!” Alex gushed at them. Honestly these two were simply adorable.

“Yeah duh! We’ve been planning this day all week! We got people covering our shifts, so today we celebrate!” Steph smiled widely. So that’s why she’d been more sneaky the previous week. Now it made sense.

“You guys are sweet. And sneaky. Did your plans have to include waking me up early in the morning though? Because if I recall, that is still a crime,” Alex said while hugging her trusted pillow again with a smile. Steph playfully sighed while shaking her head.

“Alex, it’s 10am, we’ve talked about this. Waking you up at 10am is not early in the morning, and therefore not a crime,” She said, to which Ryan nodded in agreement.

“Hmm I’m not convinced. And I don’t know, what if I just want to stay in bed all day to celebrate, hm?” Alex questioned. She’d never actually do that, considering how they planned stuff for her, but she loved pulling their legs a little. Ryan gasped dramatically and put a hand on his chest.

“Are you telling me that you would actively not cooperate with us? After everything we’ve been through together?” He asked, even more dramatically. Alex couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Maybe, waking me up early is a pretty big crime, and I’m still the Queen of Haven sooo,” She replied with a smug grin. Steph and Ryan shared a look, and grinned mischievously.

“You do realize that not cooperating with us is a bigger crime, right? And in this Queendom called Haven, if you commit a crime you get punished for it immediately~!” Steph said as she sat herself down on Alex’ lower back, while Ryan laid himself down on top of her legs again. Alex opened her eyes as she realized they were up to something, yet before she could even think about doing something she burst into surprised laughter. Steph’s hands lightly scratched at her ribs while Ryan squeezed the backs of her thighs through the blankets.

“AAHHAH! W-waahahahait!” Alex cried out, immediately trying to roll away from the two gremlins on her back. She reached backwards and grabbed Steph’s wrists, trying to pull them away from her body. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t muster up any strength due to the position she was in, and because she was giggling like a fool.

“There’s that laugh! C’mon Alex, we both know you’re too ticklish to win against us, so all you gotta do is agree with whatever we have planned for you!” She teased with a wide grin while continuing to gently shake her hands into her ribs. 

“We promise we definitely didn’t plan anything embarrassing for you at all,” Ryan added with a giggle of his own, reaching under the blankets to tickle the backs of her knees. Alex thrashed as much as she could with two grown-ass adults laying on top of her, which wasn’t a lot.

“Guys! Stohohohoop! Nohoho tickling! NOHHOHO WAIT STEHEHEPH!” She squealed with laughter as her girlfriend’s nails moved under her shirt to flutter all over her upper back and neck. Of course Steph would go for one of her worst spots, Alex realized as she pulled her pillow over her head in an attempt to hide. Sadly for her, Steph was determined to make her surrender.

“Aww you really thought that’d work? How cute! Just give in, because I can do this aaaall day,” She laughed evilly while fluttering her nails up the sides of Alex’ neck, all the way to her ears. Ryan smiled and shook his head as he looked at his two best friends. He knew exactly how ruthless Steph could be in tickle fights, and how doomed Alex was if she remained stubborn. He’d been in that position countless times before.

“You better listen to her Alex, she’s not bluffing,” He said, suppressing a shiver as Steph looked back at him with a knowing grin. Deciding to step it up, he sneaked his hand further under the covers until he reached one of Alex’ feet, quickly raking his blunt nails up and down her sole. Alex was sure her soul left her body in that very moment. And that the entire town heard her squeal.

“OKAY I’M UHUHUHUP! I’M AWAAHAHAKE!” She roared with laughter, almost glad she couldn’t move her legs because otherwise she definitely would have kicked Ryan off the bed, with the possibility of a bloody nose. Ryan smirked and pulled his hand away immediately, yet Steph only grinned at her.

“Aww are you sure? Don’t you want five more minutes?” She asked teasingly, lightly running her nails up and down the back of her arms. Alex shook her head and pulled her arms up as far as she could, burying her face into one of them to smother the hysterical giggles. 

“Steph I sweehehehear! I’m gonna peeehehehehehee!” She was too busy giggling her head off to really notice Ryan dragging Steph off of her, but she did realize they’d stopped the vicious attack and moved off the bed since she could properly breathe again.

“Okay I think she’d had enough for now, before she actually pees herself. Which reminds me, Alex, I got a funny story about Ste–” He said, yet quickly got cut off by a series of jabs into his sides.

“Alright enough of that! Get out right this instant! And you,” Steph said with a laugh as she pushed him out the door before turning back to her girlfriend, pointing a finger at her. “You better be downstairs in half an hour at last. If not…” She added, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously before leaving through the door as well. Alex, who had finally caught her breath again, felt very breathless at that moment. She remained in the same position for a little longer, giggles still spilling from her lips as she thought about what had happened just now. She really loved these two dorks. Her dorks.

“Well, you heard the lady, better get ready before she storms back in,” Alex said to herself with a chuckle, dragging herself out of bed towards the bathroom to get ready. To say she was excited was an understatement. About half an hour later she finally came downstairs, looking around for Ryan and Steph. Easily spotting them at one of the tables, she made her way over with a huge smile.

“You ready for the best day of your life?” Steph asked with an equally big smile as she stood up, softly bumping her shoulder against Alex’. The younger woman could only nod at that. 

“Let’s do it,” She smiled, playfully bumping her hips against Steph to return the favor and push her towards the door. The three of them headed out of the Black Lantern, and Alex was ready to start whatever activities the duo had planned for her.

[kitkatscabinet]

Okay I have a request where Dylan cuts off his hand to stop the infection and shows the reader who freaks out and tells him how dumb he is, but he doesn’t get why she’s more worried than the others and she confesses that she’s always liked him and he also confessed. Then she’s like I would kiss you but you’re covered in your blood and others people blood so maybe later.

Once again, I will not write for Dylan using female pronouns, the only reason my writing remains gender neutral is because I actually struggle to write any gendered pronouns effectively. I also wish to still be inclusive for my enbies and those of you who don’t subscribe to any one or typical gender. If it gets confirmed he is at least bi this will change

Word count: 719

Genre: fluff and slight angst

Warnings: swearing, game-level violence, blood

Cautiously making your way out of the cabin you had been holed up in you called out to Dylan and Ryan. Relief filling you as the two stumbled out of the radio shack, unable to stop yourself you walked swiftly over to Dylan eyes roaming his body for any signs of injury. Brain stalling as you noticed his lack of hand and the blood covering him as a result

“Dylan what the fuck happened!” you screeched in an embarrassingly high-pitched tone as you were overcome with worry. Swiftly crossing the last part of ground and grabbing his upper arm gently to better inspect the wound. Dylan wasn’t sure what the big deal was, no one else seemed all that concerned and as he voiced this thought you lightly whack him on the good arm as you yelled at everyone for severely underreacting. Blinking in absolute astonishment as Dylan tried to explain that he had asked Ryan to cut it off after he’d been bitten.

That caused you to whirl on Ryan finger pointing at his face accusingly “And you just did it! Where were the critical thinking skills… From either of you. Oh my god you’re going to bleed out or get infected, how could you be so stupid!” you yelled in distress, hands waving around frantically. Returning back to Dylan’s side you continued your fussing as everyone failed to calm you down.

Eventually the group managed to get you to concede to a return to the lodge. Coaxed with the promise of possible medical supplies or anything else that could help Dylan. The whole way back you stayed firmly by his side, insisting he lean his weight on you when he stared to get woozy from the blood loss.

As bad as it sounded you honestly couldn’t care less about Nick at this point, your attention was firmly on monitoring Dylan as your mind was filled with less-than-ideal scenarios of Dylan dying. Finding enough supplies you forced the bile back into your throat as you tended to his hand, well where his hand had been. Kaitlyn had offered to do it but you refused not wanting to take your eyes off of him, scared that something would happen the second you looked away. You knew you were being irrational but you couldn’t hold back the whimper that was building in your throat as you finally finished rewrapping Dylan’s arm. The sob finally burst through; the rest of the group having decided to give the pair of you some privacy.

Dylan was greatly alarmed at the sight of your tears and he waved his good arm a little before he eventually pulled you against his chest, letting your tears stain his shirt.

“How could you have been so stupid” you whispered, fists scrunching up in his shirt like a lifeline.

“Woah, what’s the big deal? I mean it’s going to be a massive adjustment but it’s not like I’m dead” he tried to reassure you and himself. The consequences of his actions had started to sink in as the adrenaline faded but he didn’t want to show you any weakness in fear that you would both break down.

“You could have though” you pulled back now to look him in the eyes. “You could have died and then I” your breath hitched as you realised you’d started to say too much. Looking down in embarrassment you startled ta the feeling of a thumb rubbing soothing circles on one of your cheeks. Heat flooded your body as you took in the intense affection in Dylan’s eyes, the two of you stayed like that for a few more seconds before Dylan whispered

“Can I kiss you?" You wanted to say yes so bad but you suddenly remembered the blood covering him.

"If you weren't covered in blood I would happily say yes," you said as he groaned causing you to laugh in turn. "See, this is why you shouldn't do stupid things. No more stupid decisions from now on or else no kisses” you threatened.

“Oooh scary, I guess you’ll just have to be in charge of me from now on. Wouldn’t want to lose my kisses” he joked as the pair of you laughed in happiness, conversation tabled for now as you simply bathed in the other affection.  

[atopcat]

If you had the chance to change something about the dance of the dragons (TV show or book), what would it be? For example, how a character dies, which team a house is on,or an entire character personally. How would you change it to make the story better, in your opinion? 💙💚🖤♥️

House of the Dragon? EVERYTHING and I do mean everything!

Age appropriate actors, why are 20 somethings pretending to be women in the mid to late 30s one of whom is a grandmother?!

More body positivity, Viserys, Rhaenyra and Helaena are all canonically plus size. The excuse Sarah Hess used was disgusting and fatphobic.

Actual development of the characters, I sound like a broken record but omg this crapfest of a show has given me 0 reason to be invested in anyone.

The show should’ve been 13-15 episodes long instead of 10, everything felt so rushed because they were trying to cram as much in with little time.

Don’t make such drastic changes which completely ruin the characters goals and motivations.

Real female relationships. Rhaenyra was a girl’s girl surrounded by women: Laena Velaryon, Rhaenys Targaryen, the Strong sisters, Elinda Massey etc. Alicent was not her friend and she certainly wasn’t her only friend yet for all their airs of “feminist writing” the writers are just as allergic to female friendships as their GoT counterparts.

And most importantly:

FOLLOW THE DAMN BOOK! Condall and Hess have deluded themselves into thinking their fanfiction is better than George’s work and this underserved arrogance destroyed the show before it even began.

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DON’T BE SO F*CKING RACIST! The treatment of House Velaryon is an actual joke, of Laena and her girls in particular. I talk about what they did to my dragon girls here (Baela and Rhaena rant), the Velaryons went from being the second most powerful family in Westeros to nothing more than props for white characters. It honestly feels like Ryan decided simply casting black actors is enough, fans shouldn’t be mad their personalities and storylines were ignored in favour of white characters.

With the books my feelings are a little more complicated.

how a character dies

Do I hate that certain characters die? Yes, but no one in the books died for the sake of dying if you catch my drift. They had to die when they did for the story to work. None of their deaths felt unnecessary, they all had an impact on the storyline, that’s what I love about George’s work if one person didn’t die then the events that happen completely change.

Aemma: there’s no civil war full stop.

Laena: Aemond claims Vhagar, loses an eye in the process and triggers the beginning of the inevitable civil war.

Laenor: it was at his funeral people finally called the Strong boys’ paternity out. He was Rhaenyra’s shield against the rumours, which is also why the whole fake death plot was dumb af.

Harwin: pretty much same as Laenor, if he doesn’t die then Rhaenyra has an easy solution to her bastard problem by marrying the man everyone’s accusing of being her sons’ real father. By killing him off she doesn’t have a quick fix, the ghost of Harwin Strong will haunt the Dance.

Lyonel: his death gives Larys control of Harrenhall and allows Otto to be Hand again.

Lucerys: he’s the trigger for the war, Rhaenyra stopped playing nice the minute she found out he died. We forget how evil kinslaying is in Westerosi culture, but she allowed it because she wanted revenge for her son.

Jacaerys: the Robb Stark to Nyra’s Stoneheart, his death triggered her paranoia and slow descent into madness. He was her stability, her rock, without him she already lost even when she finally sat on the Iron Throne.

The Strong boys in general had to die for the sake of everything that happens to House Targaryen post Dance. The only survivors have to be Aegon III and Viserys II. Aegon who was so traumatised he hated dragons and deliberately prevented them from being hatched. Viserys who continued the generational abuse, allowed his daughter to be maritally raped by his son, and usurped his niece’s throne using his own mother as justification for why women can’t rule.

George didn’t kill any of these characters for fun, they all served a purpose to the overall storyline and all their deaths mattered.

which team a house is on

Considering how much George loves his wolf pack it is a little cliche that House Stark is Team Black and House Lannister is Team Green lol, that being said it does make sense.

House Stark and the North in general are isolationists, very rarely do they involve themselves in Southern politics. Jace made a pact with Cregan, offering to make his son the next Prince Consort and gave House Manderly a marriage to Joffrey also. His alliance wasn’t that different to Aemond’s with House Baratheon, they’re not going to involve themselves unless there’s something in it for them.

It’s a nice twist to Robert’s Rebellion where House Stark is anti Targaryen and House Lannister stay loyal.

Jeyne Arryn saying “we women must band together” gives you the impression that they didn’t see Rhaenyra’s accession as a one off thing, they were expecting real change to happen in Westeros.

It also makes sense Team Green didn’t have as much support. House Hightower isn’t one of the great houses, Otto is a second son, Alicent isn’t a dragon rider, Criston is the son of a steward etc. Considering they started this war with the odds stacked against them hats off to them for managing to pull it off I say.

or an entire character personally

I don’t think I’d want to change character personalities, this godawful show tried doing that and look at the absolute mess they’ve made. George wrote well rounded characters, we know their individual motives and goals, he’s not the problem the show is.

That being said I do want more depth to them, especially Harwin because I really want to know what he was thinking when he decided to impregnate the Crown Princess THREE times. So fingers crossed George gets around to writing that Rhaewin novella I guess.

How would you change it to make the story better, in your opinion?

I’d put more focus on the maester conspiracy, Team Black vs. Team Green by itself is dull, reduced to nothing more than woman vs. patriarchy. Unlike Game of Thrones where you can argue in favour of over a dozen characters for the Iron Throne, the Dance is a lot more black and white which makes it more boring.

There’s no philosophical discussion, no critique, nothing to expand on etc. Focus on the maesters makes up for this, now we can have debate on whether or not they were justified in their battle against dragons.

Once the Targaryens lost them they became more dependent on other Houses, they were a stability but no longer a threat. I can see maesters argue about the dangers of Old Valyria, the desecration and blasphemy, the evils of incest and slavery as arguments to destroy the dragons. This is 100x more interesting than simply Blacks vs. Greens.