#not gonna lie it's exactly what it says on the tin

[fade-and-loathing-in-thedas]

Authors have all been revealed, so I can now share my angst filled Hightown Funk gift for the lovely kaijuburgers

Well, it's not a good story unless the hero dies

Summary: Why was he so surprised. He had written enough tragedies over the years, he should have known this was how it would all end.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Hawke/Varric Tethras

Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Character Death, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Varric Tethras, Warrior Hawke (Dragon Age), Red Hawke (Dragon Age), Exactly What It Says on the Tin, Hawke Left in the Fade (Dragon Age)

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You've been crushing on Eddie since you joined Hellfire Club. Too bad he's crushing on Chrissy Cunningham...right?

Warnings: angst to fluff, idiots in love, super cheesy but it's Valentine's Day so idc WC: 1.6k A/N: My entry for @corroded-hellfire's This is Music! event!

Divider credit to @saradika

Eddie’s looking at her again.

You can’t blame him; he’d be crazy not to stare at Chrissy Cunningham, clad in her tiny cheerleading uniform with a bouncy blonde ponytail and sugar-sweet giggle. If you just ignore him, act like he isn’t imagining sweeping her off of her feet–

“Do you think I should send her one of those candy gram things?”

Almost instinctively, Dustin’s eyes flicker to you, but he turns back to Eddie before anyone can notice. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he stammers, scrambling for an excuse. “She and Jason, like, just broke up.” 

This information doesn’t deter Eddie in the slightest. “Exactly. She’s probably heartbroken from getting dumped right before Valentine’s Day. I could be her…Freak in Shining Armor.” He grins at his spin on the unwanted nickname, pausing for a half-second before turning to you and asking, “You’re a girl. What do you think?”

The question is almost laughable. What do you think? You think he should stop pining over Chrissy and start seeing you in that same light.

With a painful swallow, you force a strained smile. “If you like her, you should go for it.”

That’s all of the motivation Eddie needs. He slams his palm on the table and proudly declares, “All right, I’m doin’ it.”

Tears bite at your lash line as he strides across the cafeteria over to where the student council has set up the candy gram booth. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you glance over to see Dustin offering you a sympathetic look.

“He’s an idiot,” he says, low enough so that his words are inaudible to other Hellfire members. “He’ll figure it out one day, but you shouldn’t sit around waiting for it to happen.”

Logic tells you that he’s right, but moving on is easier said than done. Especially when he’s one of your closest friends.

Determined to avoid any inquiring from the other guys, you do your best to assimilate into their conversation about beating this week’s campaign.

Chrissy received Eddie’s candy gram on Valentine’s Day. To his dismay, she also got one from Jason Carver. 

“Of course she went back to him,” Eddie mutters, tossing his tin lunch box on the cafeteria table with a harsh clang. He heaves a sigh and rests his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you with his big, beautiful eyes. “Am I gonna be alone forever?”

“Probably.” You muster a tense laugh and brush a tendril of his hair off of your cheek. “Maybe you can try sending out a message in a bottle and see if anyone bites.”

He harrumphs and slumps over, burying his face in his palms. “She told me she ‘appreciates my friendship.’” He shakes his head. “Fucking humiliating.”

The irony of his statement is too much to bear, and you slip away from the table with a half-hearted excuse about needing to study for the history test you have next period. 

The walk to the library feels like it takes decades, silent tears falling as soon as you find an empty table among the stacks of books. 

Chrissy wanted Jason the way Eddie wanted Chrissy, which was the same way you wanted Eddie. 

And no one wanted you. 

A few minutes pass before Jeff slides into the seat next to you. “We’re in the same history class. Figured it would make your lie more believable if I had to study, too.” He shrugs. “Plus, I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t. Embarrassment is written all over your face, both at your abrupt exit from the cafeteria and your pathetic crush on Eddie. 

Jeff takes a deep breath. “Look, Eddie doesn’t know what he wants.”

“Seems pretty obvious to me that he wants Chrissy,” you say wryly, twirling a pen between your fingers. 

“No…I mean, yeah. But that’s because she’s, like, safe.”

You scoff. “Asking out the Queen of Hawkins High is safe?” 

“Sounds ridiculous, I know, but hear me out.” Jeff leans in a bit closer so he can whisper to you. “She’s not part of our group, so he doesn’t have to worry about constantly hanging out with her. Plus, she’s nice enough to not publicly destroy his ego. I’m sure she didn’t tell Jason about the candy gram, or else he would’ve announced it to the whole school by now.”

You nod in reluctant agreement. 

“And speaking of that jackass,” Jeff continues, “how many times have they broken up and gotten back together?” 

“Too many to count.” Their relationship is like one of the novelas you watch when you’re stuck at home with a fever. 

“Exactly.” Jeff exhales. “Chrissy paid a little bit of attention to Eddie because she wanted some weed for a party, and now he’s head over heels for her. Because he can be. Because her rejection stings a little, but it’s nothing compared to how being rejected by you would feel.”

Wiping at your tear-dampened cheeks, you shake your head. “I don’t think he cares about being rejected by me.”

He mumbles something under his breath but doesn’t say another word until the bell rings, and the two of you walk to class together. 

Thank God you don’t actually have a test today; you wouldn’t be able to focus long enough to answer a single question. All you think about is what Jeff had implied: that Eddie does like you but is afraid to ruin your friendship.

You brush off the idea as ridiculous. Why would Eddie choose you over the gorgeous head cheerleader?

Uneasiness builds within you until it’s impossible to ignore, and you scrawl a note in the back of your composition notebook before you can fully think it through.

Eddie–

I’m sorry that Chrissy turned you down. Trust me when I say that I know what it’s like to feel unwanted by the person you want the most. It sucks, but you’ll move on and realize that she was the one who missed out, not you.

You sign your name and add a P.S. Fuck Valentine’s Day for good measure, folding the paper in fourths and slipping it into his locker between class periods. Not quite a confession, but it’ll do.

Eddie’s waiting by your locker after the last bell rings, scraping a front tooth against his bottom lip and fiddling with something. As you get closer, you realize that something is your note.

“Who is he?” Eddie demands to know, sighing impatiently when you raise your brows in confusion. “This mystery guy who doesn’t want you. Who is he?”

“No one. It’s fine,” you say quickly, refusing to make eye contact with him as you twist open the lock. “It was just to let you know that you’re not alone in this, okay?”

He shakes his head and chuckles tersely. “Nah, not okay. I’ve gotta kick his ass.” He shuffles from foot to foot, already anticipating a fight.

“Well, you can’t.”

“And why not?” Eddie scoffs. “I know I’m scrawny, but I’m pretty damn scr–”

“Because you’d be kicking your own ass!” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. Your blood runs cold and your pulse thuds in your ears when you realize what you’ve said. “I’m sorry. That was too much, especially with what happened with Chrissy today.”

You start to leave, but you’re tugged back in place by his gentle grasp on your wrist. “Follow me,” he murmurs. He makes a beeline for the Hellfire room with you right on his heels. As soon as you walk in, he closes the door. “Repeat that? Because I don’t think I heard you right.”

“You’re the guy who doesn’t want me,” you manage through the lump in your throat, “and it’s okay, because we can’t help who we like and who we don’t. I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything like that.” 

You’re rambling, and you tuck your lips into your mouth to stop yourself from talking yourself in circles.

Silence seeps into the room, the only noise is the hum from the fluorescent lights overhead. Finally, Eddie speaks again. “Do you know why I asked you to join Hellfire?”

You swivel your head back and forth in a definite no.

“Yeah, I tried to keep it that way,” he says with an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “So, um, I kinda had a massive crush on you. And I figured that we’d get to know each other here and then I’d ask you out or whatever, but I kept chickening out. So…there ya have it.” He shifts his hands as if to say ta-da.

“And now you like Chrissy.” Out with the old, in with the new.

Eddie takes a small step closer, one ring-clad hand taking yours. “Not the way I like you,” he breathes, his other thumb tracing a faint line over your jaw. “Not even close.”

You close the gap between you, tilting your head so your lips meet his. The fear that he’ll hesitate or turn his head altogether disappears as soon as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. His hand tucks behind your ear, and he leaves it there until you both have to break away for air.

The two of you wear matching smiles, shy but relieved. Eddie leans in to kiss you once again, only to be interrupted by the rest of the club’s musings.

“Took them long enough.”

“Seriously, I thought we were just gonna have to watch them pine over each other forever.”

“Crap, do you think they can hear us?”  

“Yeah, shit-heads, we can hear you,” Eddie calls out with a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief before turning back to you.

“Now, where were we?”

--

[strangersmunsons]

Eddie's making a pie for Thanksgiving. he's trying his best. eddie munson x gn!reader, ~1000 words

“Are you sure you can handle this?”

“Oh, c’mon.”

“Eddie…”

“Yes! You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart.”

Even he knows he doesn’t sound very convincing. He scans the array of ingredients laid out on the kitchen table — flour, sugars, assorted fruits, butter, et cetera — and winces. 

You make a funny noise, something between a sigh and a chuckle. “I told you I can do it when I get home. Really, I don’t mind.” 

Luck would have it that Eddie gets the day before Thanksgiving off instead of you.

You’ve always been responsible for bringing dessert to the big holiday feast; you’re a pretty skilled baker and like to make a few different pies so everyone can have their favorite kind. But working until 5 o’clock in the evening the day before leaves you with a pretty limited window to finish them all, especially since you’ll be dog-tired from the long shift.

Which is why your sweet, woefully-inept boyfriend volunteered to start the process for you.

“I got it,” he tells you firmly. “Let me do at least one for you, okay? The fruit one. You said that one takes the longest, so I’ll get it out of the way.”

He can practically feel your hesitation. But after a long pause, you cede. 

“Alright. And remember I bought you pie crust so you won’t have to make one, okay? That’s half the battle, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“You don’t trust me to make pie crust from scratch?”

“Frankly, I don’t. I do love you, though.”

He smiles.

“I love you too.”

-

The kitchen looks a mess. The recipe emblazoned Triple Berry Pie is stained and wrinkled, and Eddie keeps squinting at one particular line of direction:

“Gently stir mixture until thickened, 2-5 minutes.”

It’s bordering on twenty minutes at this point and Eddie is still stirring a very watery, fruity soup on the stove. 

“Two to five minutes my ass,” he mutters, growing more annoyed by the second.

What is he doing wrong? He did what the recipe said to do. And he can’t lie, it smells pretty damn good, if he does say so himself. Warm sugar and a spritz of lemon juice coat the simmering berries and the scent has his mouth watering as he makes the would-be pie filling.

Would-be, if the cornstarch would do its damn job. 

He stirs faster, face scrunching in frustration as he whips the mixture around. 

A splash of liquid sloshes over the side, instantly sizzling as it makes contact with the hot burner. 

“Shit!”

He lets out a loud groan, and throws his head back dramatically. 

He glances at the phone hanging on the wall, wondering how bad of a boyfriend he’d be if he called you at work for help.

It’s tempting.

“It’s fine,” he says aloud to no one in particular, and grabs the box of cornstarch, shaking more of the powder into the saucepan without bothering to measure anything. He adjusts the heat and continues to stir for a few more minutes, all the while trying to resist the urge to lob the whole thing across the room. 

When it finally starts to thicken to a more jam-like consistency, Eddie almost cries in relief.

He immediately pours the filling into the ready-made Pillsbury shell — the “Allow filling to cool for 15 minutes” direction going completely over his head — and dumps a fistful of crumble topping over it. 

He feels like the proudest man on Earth when he finally snaps the oven door shut. 

He feels less proud when he takes it out some forty-odd minutes later, and sees the final product.

“Nooooo,” he whines, ovenmitt hands flying up in distress. 

He’s not too sure what happened, exactly, but it doesn’t look good — filling has leaked out all over the sides of the pie tin, blobs of congealed fruit completely obscuring the once-neatly crimped edges of the crust. He cringes when he sees that it’s dripped all the way to the bottom of the oven, leaving blackened puddles that are definitely gonna be a bitch to clean. And the ‘crumble’ on top? A pile of dust. Ashy. Unappetizing.

He heaves a shuddery sigh, brow furrowed in anguish. 

You’re gonna be so disappointed.

He thinks of Thanksgivings past where, if anything you made had even the tiniest flaw, you moaned in dismay, wanting your family and friends to have the very best you could give them. How gutted would you be when you came home and saw this abomination?

He doesn’t have to wait long to find out, apparently — he can hear the front door opening as his mind clouds with panic.

“Eddie?”

You pad into the kitchen, greeted by the sweet aroma of baked goods and the sight of your flustered boyfriend clutching an over-full pie between two flowery ovenmitts. He looks so distraught that you immediately become concerned, and close the distance separating you. 

“What’s wrong?” You stand behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. 

“I fucked it up,” he replies quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, honey, it looks fine.” 

Maybe it's not the exact product you would have come out with, but it's not nearly as bad as he seems to think it is. You know he gave it his best shot, and you love him for it. 

You give him a squeeze. “There’s just too much filling, that’s all. When that happens and the oven’s really hot, then it can bubble over. It’ll still be delicious.”

“It looks like someone got cremated on top,” he complains. 

He’s not totally wrong. Even you’re not sure how he managed that.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “We’ll just…spread it around or, um, scoop some off. Sprinkle some sugar on it. Then it’ll be perfect.”

He sulks. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. 

There’s a pang in your heart. “Eddie. I know you’ve never baked in your life, so for you to do this for me was a huge help.” You press a kiss to the middle of his back. “I love you. It’s great.”

He softens a little. You teasingly pull on one of his curly tendrils. “Will you at least keep me company in the kitchen while I make the others? Or are you too traumatized to be in there?”

“No, of course I will. And I’ll help you.” He considers. “Although, I think you should probably take the lead,” he says sheepishly. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

-

happy thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates! and if u don't have a wonderful regular thursday anyway <3 i do make this pie every year, with this crumble, if anyone is interested :^)

[dangermousie]

I love how her understandable tendency to think the worst of him is slowly dissipating.

You see her freak, clearly thinking he's gonna harm her but...

Your tiny scratch is a terrible injury says the man who probably bathes in blood on the reg. You got it bad, dude!

Their chemistry is insane. Insane. Also, the way he looks at her!

Man just lay your heart at her feet...

What do you want to polish exactly...

I mean he does have those long, deft, qin-playing fingers. Might as well put them to use...polishing.

But also the way he basically tells her how he was so disappointed when in the capital she was not the awesome blood-feeding, qin-breaking self!!!! The bit in life 1 where he told her he only paid attention to her in the capital to see if she remembered what he said when delirious and so whether she needed to be killed and he was so pleased she was a shallow moron, was SUCH A LIE SUCH A LIE it turns out!!!

God, this is such a love confession and a glorious thing is neither of them realizes it at all.

Awwwwwwww!!!!

You know it's love if he's offering to teach Ms Tin Ear and Lead Fingers his precious precious qin.

I ship them so muccccchhhh, he is such an awkward murder nerd yearning for love!

[carbondated]

Hi Besties, this is exactly what it says in the tin, a list of plots I want to write. I love to write multi-para threads and if you do too then maybe ??? you should msg me here or on discord ( deadwivesclub ) doesn't matter if we don't have a thread yet, or we have 438, most of these are open to everyone. Anyways, I'm a big fan of adventure driven threads so if that's your thing too, you can find a range of different ideas below the cut.

Historical/Time Specific Plots 1920's - a mummyesque Egyptology story, complete with a tomb that shouldn't have been opened ( possibly an alien ... or sealed in with alien tech? ) and a race against time to stop whatever's within from taking over everything. claimed 1700's - Escape from the tower of London. I'm just obsessed with the Nithsdales i'm not gonna lie. But anyways, maybe the royal court has been overtaken by the Nestene Duplicates, River and your character have been thrown into the tower awaiting execution. They'll have to plot an escape and a way to overthrow the Nestene. claimed. Multi-period - Fixed points in time have been changed across earth's history, or maybe both our characters are chasing an object or person/alien through history. Possible time periods/historical events could include, Ancient Greece, Victorian England, Krakatoa 1883 eruption ect ect.

Mystery Plots

Whodunnit? - Could be a classic murder mystery plot or maybe with an extra terrestrial twist? The guests are aliens, or it's on an alien world. or an alien theme park/experience based on a murder mystery/escape room that goes horribly wrong. Partners in Crime - River and your character have set up a temporary detective agency to lure in wary townsfolk in a seaside town where some strange things have been happening. Death in Reverse - a fixed point has been meddled with and as a result, your character comes face to face with their own corpse, its up to River and the prematurely deceased to figure out what's about to happen and put things back to how they should be.

Myths & Legend Based Plots

Arthurian Legend - But with a spacey twist. Maybe the legend is based on an alien kingdom out in the universe somewhere and one day the stories will trickle down to Earth. Your character and River stumble into the story and now they're part of an enduring legend. It happens. claimed

Greek/Roman pantheon - except, they're robots. All of them. Their spaceship crashed on earth and they're living out a programmed sequence, maybe they're an AI theatre performance who knows. claimed.

Alien World Plots

Planet of Certain Doom - A new planet has just formed and it's already teeming with life. Your character and River decided to visit the alien jungles and and oh no, everything there is designed to kill visitors. claimed. Ocean Planet - ( thalassophobia warning ) a deep sea alien ocean adventure to retrieve a sunken piece of tech that will drastically improve life for the planets humanoid inhabitants.

Canon Specific Plots

Melody Malone - just more threads in this verse, with the Ponds in particular. They're running up and down New York solving mysteries together.

Resurrection - ( plot heavy ) River's escape from the library and subsequent regeneration. I've always maintained that if she were to escape the library it would be a future version of her pulling the strings, but who physically got her out?? This might be the only plot that I'll be hesitant to write with you if we don't already have an ongoing thread, because this will be main verse for my portrayal. Post Library - Just in general, threads set during the rise and fall of the final cluster, her return to Luna ect ect.

[neitherthehoneynorthebee]

Saracen maybe?

Not gonna lie, Saracen isn't one of the Dead Men that I've thought a lot about, but I'll say my thoughts.

Gender: man. Hasn't thought about it too much.

Sexuality: bi but with a preference for women.

Mental illness/neurodiversity: he's deeply scarred by the war and doesn't have healthy coping strategies in place. He probably also suffers from depression more than he'd let on.

Three headcanons: he was a friend of Larrikin and Anton before they joined the Dead Men. His magic isn't creepy-xray vision but rather exactly what it seemed like on the tin - he knows some things that should be beyond his knowledge or understanding. He struggled a lot after the war and self-isolated and fell into unhealthy habits; his flirting is part of this escapist pattern he's in, though he'd never express that.

[imalloutofgin]

Even more films I've watched recently that I haven't had time to post about... Yes, I know, I'm bad at this...

Sicario: Day Of The Soldado (2018): I would sum this up as "they had me going in the first half, not gonna lie". A scathing indictment of the American war machine. 4/5 stars.

The Raid 2 (2014): Obviously the fight choreography is amazing, but this sequel had more plot and character development than the last. Very fun and suspenseful. Loved it even more than the original. 5/5 stars.

Top Gun: Maverick (2022): It is exactly what you expect a Top Gun movie to be. Does exactly what it says on the tin. 3/5 stars.

13 Assassins (2010): I liked this a lot! I especially enjoyed the horror elements. I found myself very engrossed all the way through. 4/5 stars.

The Lego Movie (2014): This was surprisingly good. I really enjoyed it's anti-capitalist messaging and over all I just had a really fun time watching it. 3.5/5 stars.

Midsommar (2019): The imagery from this film has stuck with me for quite some time. It was quite a harrowing film, deeply unsettling, and had me gripped from start to finish. 5/5 stars.

John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum (2019): I think this may be the most enjoyment I have ever felt from a John Wick film. I did like the others but this had an even greater sense of fun and playfulness. The film knows what it is and leans in. 4/5 stars.

[seek--rest]

So follow up on the ask: would love to know how the characters said “fuck your plans” for each of those fics.

Hell yeah.

The Road Not Taken

this was my first “real” multi-chapter, as I didn’t count 5+1s as real. It’s also a perfect example of changing fandom interests cause while it was something I easily saw a need for in 2019, it wasn’t until writing the universe is not against you with @promiseofthepremise in 2021 that the fandom really felt ready for “Tony stays dead and Peter moves on” fics. It’s super well read NOW but at the time it felt like shouting into the void. Originally, it was a much shorter story / concept that kind of played around with the idea of Peter growing older. But then I started writing, let the whims take me and while I’m not fully sure if it holds up (I’ve definitely improved as a writer since then), I’m still proud of it for what it is. I’ve been told it’s credited for the “Peter hears baby’s heartbeat like a hummingbird” headcanon which I don’t actually believe but when I want an ego boost, I like remembering that someone believed that lmao (and it’s very funny to think I got accused recently of hating irondad + only caring about spideychelle post NWH like worstie… have you even CHECKED my ao3? I’ve been doing this since 2019.)

Your Hand in Mine

this one really took me surprise. ORIGINALLY I was deeply inspired by the song you are in love by Taylor Swift and the idea of finding love in the apocalypse, specially Peter and MJ surviving during the Blip. Reversal Blip stories weren’t terribly popular then (and if Peter did survive, it was usually so Tony could adopt him). I liked the idea of an older Peter and an older MJ, figuring out how to Exist in the hellscape of the Blip— all the while thinking of the lyrics of the song.

However when I actually started outlining and writing, it quickly became clear to me that this couldn’t JUST be a story about that— there was too much I had to say and too much that felt like it was missing to wholly focus on the love story and not on Spider-Man. It took me completely by surprise and yet it’s one of the fics I’m most proud of.

(Though I still plan on, someday, writing a fic truly inspired by You Are in Love)

Meet Me in the Afterglow

This was pure self indulgence. It’s exactly what it says on the tin: roommates fwb who set each other up with other people. It’s silly and fun and yet I had so much fun writing it, it got so easy to keep writing and keep finding ways to help them come together (pun intended)

from the sidelines

I always knew this was gonna be special but I originally had this at 10 chapters. It grew exponentially (with a lot of hand holding from @weezly14) and now has an inner world I’m supremely proud of. I think it just might be my magnum opus.

Nothing Left to Lose

I never planned on writing a crossover, ever. I have a lot of interests but Spider-Man is the one I talk about here and yet— the brainrot became too strong that I couldn’t help it. @mysterycyclone is the one to blame here for encouraging me to brave enough to actually DO IT and then for menacing me into letting the story continue?? It was originally FAR more simple, a two shot at best. Then the opportunity to write more of the post Blip meta shit I love for via an almost outsider POV in Dick was far too good to pass up.

It’s five chapters currently with a planned six but I won’t lie… there’s a reason I haven’t updated.

There might be more.

[samcky]

I'm so curious about SuperSam Sex like it's probably exactly what it says on the tin but I need to know more

Hii, thank you for the ask! ❤️

Well, I don't know if this will be what you expected, haha, but SuperSam Sex is an absolute crack fic where Sam gets superpowers, but only when he has sex with Bucky. Idk what else to say about it, just Sam, Bucky and Bucky's magical sperms I suppose.

Here's a little snippet from this wip, fair warning it's rated E:

Bucky pulls him aside just then. Shoving him in the half of the crashed quinjet that is not currently on fire. He's panting hard, blood trickling down his scrunched face. 

Sam looks at him confused, waiting for the explanation.

"I have to fuck you" Bucky says. His face completely serious. 

"What?" Sam asks. He blinks, then blinks again. Bucky’s face doesn't weaver. 

"We are losing, Sam" he says, wiping the blood off his cheek and forehead, rubbing it into his hair, it looks kinda hot, all mussed up, Sam's not gonna lie. "I need to fuck you, or we're dead!" 

Oh, right!

"Now?" Sam asks, even though he's already half hard underneath his suit. 

"Yes, now, get that suit off" Bucky says impatiently, shoving at his crotch with bloody hands. 

"Can you-?" Sam starts, motioning at pants. Bucky raises and eyebrow. There's a loud explosion outside. Fuck. "-get it up, now?" 

"Oh baby" Bucky grins devilishly, his white teeth shining against the red blood covering the half of his face. He leans in and kisses Sam hard on the mouth, hard and painful  teeth clashing. "I'm already hard as a rock, watching you up there, kicking ass. Fuck, Sam."

"Fuck" Sam swears, starts shoving his pants down hastily, one day Bucky will not be able to make his blood boil with arousal just with few words, but today is not that day. "One day we gotta unpack how hot me killing things gets you" Sam says between rushed kisses, tasting blood as he licks Bucky’s lips.

"One day" Bucky agrees, he’s already got his cock out by the time Sam finally shoves his pants down his ass. Sam reaches for his cock, stroking the angry red tip with the tip of his finger, Bucky hisses, hitting his head on the pipe behind him. "Turn around" he growls. Sam might be the captain out there, but in here - he obeys. 

[chthonicrose]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Not gonna tag people tagging is awk. (I was not-tagged by (in that I saw this on the blog of) @rozarria) also some of these things are... debatably names. many of these things. this is going through scrivener from the top so they're going to be sorted by fandom. also this post is going to be Long. if you care even slightly pls do send me something.

Harry Potter, for my sins

Wooble-sue (ofc)

Undead wives (hermione)

Ophelia Gaunt (hermione and f!diary!tom-ish, two different versions)

Tonks/Flora/Hestia

Anything For You (severus/regulus)

Pansy/Hermione makeover

Puzzle Through Time (hermione)

Room Of Stars (hermione)

Pythian (genders!shapeshifter!harry)

Aquila Aurelia Malfoy (oc draco's disabled twin sister)

Lothering (thedas crossover mk i)

Requirement (thedas crossover mk ii)

Mpreg (harry, pregnant by [indistinct magical noises], also featuring baby delphini)

F!Harry Severitus (exactly what it says)

HPLV/HPTR > Mpreg (the babies aren't voldemort's but voldemort is there)

Sleepwalking Harry

untitled file that appears to be a soulmate au where f!harry is a necromancer

Magic royal soulmate (f!harry/ofc)

Mirror of many faces (harry and genders, didn't come out how I wanted it to)

these inconvenient fireworks (egg trans girl harry gets unexpected magical transition and has a crush on the genderfluid weasley twins)

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Prostitute Shen Jiu (someday I will figure out how to write the blowjob so upsetting it gives yqy a qi deviation)

untitled file that's a single paragraph of sy addressing lbh

moshang untitled 1

moshang untitled 2

Dragon Age (half of the stuff in here is about my PCs and in folders by character name, skipping most of that because it's just scraps)

Kerahn Adaar > Goodbye

Blossom (Cvetka) (breaking my 'not including posted fics' for this one because I have not updated it in like eight years and I too would love me to finish it :| anyway it's dagna/harding accidental baby acquisition)

Qunari don't fuck their friends (tallis/sera)

Meeting (tallis/sera)

Another try (tallis/sera, no I cannot sort them out)

Cass/Krem (I would LOVE for me to finish this fucking thing)

skin hunger start? (pentilyet)

Hairbrushing (pentilyet)

Morning surprise (shianni/merrill/sera, I have no recollection of why I decided to write that ship)

Skin hungry Cass (cass/bela this time)

I like big hats and I cannot lie (bela/sera)

MGIT (it's, well... MGIT. which is 'mundane girl in thedas', for those unaware. basically self-insert fic. I think it has me swearing at gaider at one point.)

Adoribull woundfucking (exactly what it says on the tin and another thing I would love for me to fucking finish)

Try 2 (hespith/sigrun - there is also a 'Try 1' but it's only a paragraph long)

Sketch (dorian/fenris, for the Fraught of it all, only a couple paragraphs)

Good Omens (has a higher ratio of complete and posted fics than any other fandom I've ever written in) (assume that all of these are aziraphale/crowley unless otherwise stated)

To the world to anguish (angst)

Theatre genderfluid (this one is sort of a prequel to the les mis fic and is just crowley being an actor in a community theatre in london and being friends with the other actors, and also he's pretending to be twin siblings so he can present as different genders)

in love with your ghost (OH MY GOD WHY CAN I NOT FINISH THE SCULPTOR FIC I WANT IT TO BE DONE SO BAD)

Drunk Az (this is actually a cut scene from the les mis fic)

It's over / street corner (angst)

Crowley doesn't lie (angst)

Obvious lies (angst)

Awkward rant Rome (angst)

Wall pin (this is just a scene from the show but with internal monologue woven in. and some angst)

Apathy (angst)

Sordid Angst 2 (I think the craigslist fic was originally sordid ansgt 1)

more than I can pay (mpreg angst)

Miscellaneous (most things in this folder are either exchange fic that's already posted, or too short to bother with)

Goblin Queen (labyrinth... lesbianswap sequel? ish?)

Lover of Ways and Means (hadestown, persephone/adonis)

Kidfic (The Course Of Honor, the ao3 version not the novel)

Colorless (jossed descendants ficlet based on character design in a trailer)

Origfic (selected works, I'm not gonna pull out everything)

End of her rope (the farmhand formerly known as mallory)

hatesex (blair and cheerleader)

untitled (blair and country musician)

House by school murders

The vines hunger

MPDG f/f

MPDG Leanan Sidhe

we're just going to skip the briar divide folder it's too fucking big and too damn old

The Beast and the Rose (riff on beauty and the beast)

Beastly (riff on princess in a tower guarded by a dragon)

Half-Shares (riff on that tumblr post about two witches with claims to the same baby through either parent, but both witches are nonbinary in very different ways)

Ivan (russian-style fairy tale)

Twa Sisters/Little Mermaid

Europa (sentient space probe/alien mermaids)

Caveat Emptor/Homily (sentient servant robot quietly rebels)

Saga of Immortal Dream (I have like three different attempts at starting VRMMO fics in this imaginary xianxia game setting)

Cyberpunk portal fantasy (another xianxia thing)

untitled (the same xianxia setting as saga of immortal dream except without it being a VRMMO and I named the protagonist Bai Feiyi instead of Bei Yifei to differentiate them)

love is not a victory march (god of conquering empire and her stolen bride, god of a conquered nation)

Lesbian magic school (uh. free college on any subject with free accomodations for adult nerdy lesbians willing to believe in the impossible?)

Keys > Start try 1

Magitech dystopia

okay I think that's enough things

the moral here is that I start a lot of things and do not finish very many of them

[rachelbethhines]

Tangled Bonus Marathon - Rapunzel’s Journal Replica

Introduction

When Disney first released the pilot on DVD, they included this miniature journal replica with it as a promotional item.

To date, this is the only actual reconstruction of Rapunzel’s Journal. There are toys and the My First Year as Princess book, but none of them are a straight up reproduction like this. 

And the only way to get it, is to buy the Before Ever After DVD. I recommend buying from the Disney store directly if you want to make sure you get the journal. If you buy it secondhand or from a third party seller like Amazon, it might be missing.   

Content

The book is exactly what it says on the tin. The fist ten pages of the replica are recreations of what Rapunzel would supposedly write and draw in her journal. Then you have several blank pages after that, because it’s only the pilot and Rapunzel presumably hasn’t gotten around to filling the rest out yet.

Every other page talks about Rapunzel’s desire to see the world and how she currently feels trapped in Corona, and in-between that she has pages dedicated to the townspeople, her parents, Eugene, Max, and Cassandra.

You can tell a lot of this was early production work and notes. Nothing about the rocks or her hair is mentioned, just vague notions about how she feels her destiny is calling to her from outside the kingdom walls. She also mentions Eugene proposing to her and her not feeling ready yet.

What really informs the reader about how early in production these pages come from though, is that none of the townspeople who are named appear in the show. There’s a locksmith called Canlier, a grocer and his family named the Rollet’s, Madame Bouvier, who washes the laundry, and some kid who’s last name is Fouquet. He lost a tooth.

Also everyone is called Monsieur or Madame, which hints to that “Corona is really France” bullshit that the series kept teasing but never fully committed to, and doesn’t make a whole lot of sense given that Rapunzel is a German fairy tale.

Presentation

The recreation is about a third of the size of the what the novel in the series is meant to be. It’s easily able to be held by one hand or by a child’s hands. The size is most likely reduced so as to fit in the DVD box.

The cover is a hard, but thin plastic printed to look like leather. The cord to close it is either fake leather or suede though. The tassel is a lock of fake hair and a little hard plastic bottle. 

On the inside the replicated pages are printed on glossy paper while the blank pages have a printed texture to make them look like parchment, along with the series logo printed in the bottom corners. I think Disney designed the book with the idea that little kids would write or draw in the blank pages themselves, but the glossy print seems a be counterproductive to that end. Oh well, I guess that’s why the actual toy journals exist. 

Like I said, the art work is clearly lifted straight from the per-production art and is nice to see. There’s even an early Cassandra design where she’s in her knight uniform.

If there’s one complaint, is that, while authentic looking, the messy handwriting is often too hard to read. Especially when there’s any large amount of text to decipher. Which is certainly not helped by the reduced size.

Like I just completely gave up even trying to read this page....

Even I have handwriting better than that, and I write like a doctor!

Would I Recommend It

Only if you’re a hardcore collector. With the complete series blue-ray DVD now for sell, there’s no reason to pay full price for the solo pilot. And only by buying it new from the seller are you guaranteed to get the journal. That’s $16 dollars for the product and another $10 dollars for the shipping, plus tax. Not gonna lie, it’s a neat piece of memorabilia, but I don’t think it’s worth $28 bucks though.

Next Up

It’s our first appearance of Varian in the marathon with the double episode novelization of What the Hair and Great Expotations.

[ulfdistracted]

I haven’t sat down and listened to music in a long time, but here are ten songs (in alphabetical order) that I’ve been listening to, as demanded by the wonderful @thyqueerblueberry​ :

1. All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix Not a second of this song is skippable. Mesmerising.

2. Come On Baby Dance With Me by Shakti with John McLaughlin Exactly what it says on the tin. Comforting and joyful and you will want to dance with someone.

3. Cornfield Chase by Hans Zimmer At least this time it’s not from Inception.

4. In The Heat Of The Moment by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds Blame my TUA rewatch for this.

5. Know How by Young MC My go-to writing background song if I ever need one. The words just shoot out when this is on, I swear.

6. Noir By Sunmi Quite a popular K-Pop song. Give it a listen.

7. Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage Listen.. HYYH yoonkook. That will be all.

8. RUN by BTS Expect RUN, Outro: Tear and 134340 to always be in my head.

9. Washing Machine Heart by Mitski For a video I’m editing. didn’t think I’d ever get tired of this song but here we are.

10. We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel It was always burning since the world’s been turning ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

...not gonna lie, I’m really surprised that “When The Levee Breaks” and “Netsujou no Spectrum” aren’t on the list.

Since this is supposed to be a tagging game and I’m indecisive, anyone who interacts with @ulfie-by-osmosis​ is welcome to join in whenever they see this post :)

[secretdge]

So basically this is exactly what it says on the tin.

It’s going to be my diary, I’m determined to write here everyday. I’m going to be honest and I won’t lie (for once). I don’t really even want to have any followers on here because of the honestly thing. I don’t want anyone to find me, not from my real life and not from my other blog on here. The thought of those 400+ figuring me out scares the fuck out me. Why can’t I just write it down privately on paper? That’s a good question Void. Well for one I actually really do not have that much free time to pick up a notebook. Also it would feel more real, the things I’m about to admit to. And I have my phone by my side all the time. Too much really.

Besides except some rare moments when I’m going to have more time it’s just gonna be a recap of my day and emotions just so I don’t feel insane.

I’m on a nightshift, almost done with the paperwork. Everyone seems to be asleep. C is sick again, I really hope it isn’t HFMD, but I know I’m probably not that lucky. It’s been going around in their daycare and he’s been there for two days. I wish I could take away his sicknesses, it seems to hurt me in my sternum whenever I think about him suffering.

L is…it’s been bad. Strangers passing by. Worse really because of the history. Sometimes I cruelly wonder if I somehow planned for this to happen. Get the kid and then split with him. I don’t want to but I feel like it’s inevitable. Never mind. Not today. We’ve been trying I thin but the past occurrences and him buying the wrong binkies and diapers for C ruined part of my night and subsequently day. It wasn’t a bad day all on all, I was a little bit more irritated than normal. I’ve also been on my headphones a lot longer than normally I think. I don’t know if I can break this habit, sometimes it feels like too much to give that thing up too.

Ok well. I need to finish up this work and try to sleep for a few hours so I can take care of C all day tomorrow. It’s going to be tough with my hairdresser appointment and my MIL babysitting C. Ugh, I wish I wouldn’t have to interact with as many people.

Xx

[tonystarktogo]

I just read your time travel au, and i gotta say its the most ive enjoyed myself when readjng in awhile!!! Are you considering adding onto it at all or is the fic the last of it? I dont wanna make you feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do but i would love to see more of this au!!!!!!

I'm glad you're having as much fun with that fic as I did! At the moment I don't plan to continue this 'verse beyond what I posted in As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration on AO3.

But if there was a continuation, it would probably go something like this:

Team Conclusive Evidence That Any Moron Can Time Travel is at a loss.

Oh, sure, the overall plan is obvious: Get Earth ready for Thanos. With a strong focus on Priority 2: Burn HYDRA to the ground. But, well. How exactly are they supposed to do that? After they just gave SHIELD the middle finger and handed the scepter and mind stone to Asgard? How are they supposed to convince Natasha and Tony of the insane truth or — failing that — a credible lie?

Also what the fuck are they supposed to do with Loki— Easy, Thor, no one here has any sort of problem with your baby bro, not even a hint, not a a smidge, nope.

Thor wants to prepare his realm for the invasion of the Dark Elves which, fair enough. No one argues. (The deal is he takes that damn scepter off planet immediately, along with the tesseract and Loki, and comes back as soon as possible to give them an idea how Asgard's gonna handle things this time around.)

(The only one unhappy with that deal is Loki who has taken to staring at Thor with something disturbing like concern. Or wariness.)

In any case, the alien side of things is officially not their biggest immediate problem and how sad is that.

Clint and Steve agree that they need to deal with SHIELDRA ASAP. That doesn't tell them how. Last time they pretty much set SHIELD on fire and watched it burn.

(Steve got so much shit from Tony for that fiasco. So many "there were better ways to handle that"s. Which he used to counter with "there was no time". They both had a point back then — but this time around time is the one resource they don't lack. And Steve knows they need to do a better job. Tony would never stand for anything less and Steve won't let him down.)

There's also the matter of avoiding the entire Winder Soldier and Accords mess if at all possible but one logistic nightmare at a time.

Hulk sulks because no one lets him spend time with Tin Man.

On an unrelated note, Hulk is the worst secret keeper on the entire team and that includes a sleep-deprived, self-medicating Tony running on caffeine and spite.

Steve and Clint start the very complicated process of trying to identify HYDRA agents and missions that they remember, putting together charts and timelines and generally doing a great impression of two increasingly panicked and paranoid conspiracy theorists. If they're gonna do this, they'll do it right and proper this time around, with research, preparation and hopefully limited collateral damage.

So they plan. Natasha would Judge™ them if they didn't. (Right after she'd murder them for keeping this secret from her.)

Maybe they can hunt one or two bases down, infiltrate the network to get their hands on SHIELDRAs data without making it obvious that they're only targeting HYDRA (SHIELD, after all and despite the fact that it kills Clint to face up to it, isn't distinguishable from HYDRA). And hey, Clint thinks he vaguely remembers one or two contacts he could call about some hacking, so there's no need to pull Tony or JARVIS into this mess either. The mere thought that HYDRA might pay him more attention than they already do thanks to his innovations is...

Steve breaks five mugs and the coffee maschine. Clint just breaks his hand.

(They'll both sleep better knowing Tony is far away from any potentially life-threatening situation until they can look their team mate in the eye without seeing his bleeding and broken body on that fucking battle field, thanks.)

Meanwhile, Hulk — still sulking and angry about it — leaves the Tower to go smash any SHIELD agents he encounters. Which, considering the teams Fury has sent to reacquire the tesseract, are quite a lot.

Right in front of Tin Man's entrance door too.

[its-deputy-caleb]

YO PLEASE WRITE MORE MORBELL I LOVE PRAISE KINK MICAH AND HIS CUTE LITTLE TUMMY

okay i wrote this in like 2hrs and did not edit it at all so i apologise for any mistakes anon but i couldn't for the life of me not do write this. i was gonna work on another request tonight but i love these two and i LOVE sub!micah so this is what i came up with. this is a part two to this fic here so pls enjoy both <33

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'Hot down in Horseshoe'

Eight fucking weeks. Micah waited two goddamn months for anything to happen again with Morgan and to say he wasn’t about to burst out of his skin would be a lie.

Moving to Horseshoe Overlook was chaotic, especially when there was a train robbery, getting Sean back, a bar fight and not to mention Micah nearly died when he ran into Skinny at Strawberry.

Arthur was well and truly pissed when he came up to save him, growling and lecturing him about recklessness and house calls. Micah had known then that he fucked up so he ran off to lick his wounds for a while.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t jerk off to the thought of Arthur’s rough hands all over him while he was huddled away in his camp but it never failed to leave him feeling empty and cold afterwards.

God he hated how soft Arthur had turned him. Half of it wasn’t even about the sex, he just needed Arthur’s touch. He needed the man to brush their hands together around camp, needed when their knees bumped sitting around the campfire and he needed the man to hold him like he had up in Colter.

Arthur only gave him the peace of mind when he returned to camp with a newly robbed stagecoach under his belt. Micah was startled when Arthur leaned up next to him, patting him on the shoulder but letting his finger linger on the back of his neck.

The breath Micah was holding in as Arthur caressed the base of his neck, pretending to lean over the barrel to flick through the ledger but used it to whisper down his ear as it went unknown to everyone else around camp.

“Done a real good job here boy, brining in that coach. I think you deserve a reward hmm? Don’t you think? Common now, let’s get outta here.”

Micah followed Arthur wordlessly as he saddled up and rode with Arthur into valentine.

It was well and truly dark when the arrived, Micah having gotten back to camp in the late evening. It was relatively easy for them to get a room unnoticed but none of that mattered when he finally entered the dimly lit hotel room. He placed his hat onto the chair in the corner of the room before he dropped to his knees in front of Arthur.

His knees his the ground with a thud, a move he’ll probably regret come tomorrow morning but he didn’t have it in him to care when Arthur stood in front of him and held his head in his hands.

“Seem’s like someone’s been waiting a long time for this..”

Micah nodded, pushing his head further into Arthur’s hands as his cheek was stroked with the backs of the mans knuckles. He watched as Arthur stepped back, pulling his gun belt and coat off to leave on the chair behind his own hat. He blushed heavily, hoping it went unnoticed in the bad lighting of the room as he scolded himself for not even taking the time to remove his own gun belt, ashamed at how eager he was.

“No need to be ashamed boy— been so good waiting for me.”

Arthur removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants pulling his already half har cock out and stroking it to it’s full length. He tapped it against Micah’s bottom lip and watching as Micah held his tongue out patiently.

“Look at you...I don’t have to tell you to do a single thing do I? You’re already so eager to please me.”

Micah nodded before trying to take call of Arthur’s member down his throat, gagging softly as he whined in frustration.

“Woah easy boy, we’ve got all night now. Ya ain’t gotta rush things.”

Arthur’s hands tangled in his hair, gently guiding him into a steady bob up and down. Micah’s chin was covered in drool and precum and he whined at the tightness of his pants against his already straining erection.

He gagged again when he felt Arthur’s hips jut forward accidentally, moaning in appreciation at the roughness. Micah’s hands scrambled to claw at his thighs, holding on for dear life as Arthur fucked his throat.

Micah’s head spun from a mixture of the sound’s Morgan was making, groaning and grunting between each thrust and the lack of oxygen which made everything just that more intense.

Eventually Arthur pulled out of his mouth, not missing the whine that slipped from his partner. He flattened some of Micah’s hair which was now a mess and wiped the drool from around his mouth as he let him catch his breath.

“Don’t want all the fun to be over too soon now. Common, up on the bed, hands and knees.”

Micah didn’t need to be told twice, pushing up and stripping his clothes. He left them strewn across the floor as he scrambled onto the bed and pressed his chest flush against the mattress, raising his ass high in the air for Arthur.

While Arthur admired him, he pulled the rest of his clothes off to join Micah on the bed with a tin of lube in his hand. He dropped it to the mattress to run his hands over Micah’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm. His hands rubbed and squeezed over his muffin top and soft thighs before plastering himself to Micah’s back.

Arthur’s hands came to rub over his stomach, kneading his round tummy before moving up to grope his chest.

Micah could only moan and whimper, legs spreading wider as his back arched and he clawed at the sheets. His eyes rolled shut and his toes curled as he was overcome by a wave of pleasure at wanting this from Arthur for so long.

“Fuck, Arthur! Feels good— need more, please please!”

Micah sobbed with need as he pushed back into Arthur’s embrace. He whimpered when Arthur flicked a finger over his nipple, pinching it before sitting up and taking the can of lube and coating his fingers.

“It’s alright Micah… need you relaxed for me sweetheart.”

Arthur rubbed circles on his lower back, waiting till he saw the man visibly relax with a shaky breath before inserting one finger past his rim.

Micah was a moaning mess by the time he has three inside him, withering and moaning as his prostate was abused under Arthur’s fingers scissoring him open. His cock had a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip to the mattress as he panted and fucked himself back onto the fingers inside him. He cried out in a desperate sob as his fingers pulled free and he was left empty.

Arthur made short work of coating his cock this time, lining up and pushing the head of his cock into his hole. His hand’s grabbed at Micah’s muffin top, pulling his hips flushed to his own as he bottomed out inside him, groaning at the tight feel of Micah clenching around him.

“Mhnm fuck, yer so tight for me— feel so good.”

Micah’s arms extended out in front of him as he gasped on air, panting at feeling so full on Arthur’s cock. He clawed and pulled at the pillow in front on him, moaning under his breath. Soft happy tears spilled from the corners of his eyes as he heard Arthur praise him, sighing as he relaxed into the steady pace of his thrusts.

Arthur didn’t speed up however, didn’t get faster as fucked him with slow, deep thrusts that were calculated and intense as he hit Micah’s prostate with each jut of his hips.

He leaned down over Micah again, his hands coming up to slide under his chest and take his hands in his. He felt Micah squeeze his hands tightly, groaning as he could thrust deeper at the new angle.

Micah’s legs gave, unable to hold himself up as Arthur helped him lie flat against he mattress. Arthur used his own legs to shove his apart and spread him wide. Arthur squeezed his hands back as he fucked into him harder causing his head to loll and bump with Arthur’s own.

“You alright there pretty boy? Doin’ okay?”

Micah could only open his mouth to moan in affirmation, his mind completely fried from pleasure. He blushed at the nickname, realising just how badly he liked when it left Arthur’s mouth as he nodded shyly.

Heat was slowly pooling in his gut and the friction against his leaking cock from only added to the growing pressure.

But he wanted more… he needed more praise from the man. If it meant begging until he got it then that’s exactly what he would do.

“A-Arthur I’m close— please, please, please let me cum! I’ve been soo good for you.”

Micah’s squirmed under him, whining and crying out as Arthur littered kisses over his neck and shoulders, occasionally biting to draw more moans from him. He felt Arthur groan in approval in his ear, the noise running straight down south as he neared his orgasm.

“Mmh you’ve been such a good boy— so proud of you, go on let it go.”

He licked a stripe up Micah’s neck, biting down hard onto his earlobe.

“Cum for me pretty boy.”

Micah’s eyes screwed shut, feeling hot streaks of cum soak the mattress and his tummy as he whimpered and moaned. His blunt nails scratched at Arthur’s knuckles as the man thrust into him once, twice and then three times before he pulled out and came all over his back.

Sinking into the mattress, Micah’s body felt like jelly as he came down from his high. Arthur on the other hand was slightly less disheveled as he bent down and picked up Micah’s red shirt and used it to wipe him clean.

Arthur rolled Micah onto his back gently, pulling a light sheet over them as he bent down and kissed him. He could faintly taste himself on his tongue from before as he stroked up Micah’s sides.

He continued to litter kisses all over Micah’s collar bones, neck and jaw as he praised him in between each kiss.

“Did a real good joy sweetheart, taking me so well. Good boy.”

Eventually Micah seemed to slowly come back to it as he was praised and pampered in affection, something Arthur would take note too. He took Micah’s jaw in his hand, forcing the man to look at him and smiled as he saw the satisfied and fucked out look on his face.

Micah tucked his head in his arm, yawning in the most adorable way as he stretched and got comfortable. He fell asleep in Arthur’s warm embrace, with his hands rubbing circles on his lower back.

A final shaky breath left him, his breathing evening out into soft snores as he felt Arthur kiss his forehead— a habit he could get used to.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Andy Cavenaugh

(My shitty gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Living in the middle of the desert was an interesting experience. You’d lived in the same home since you were born and yet there were still occupants of your town that you’d never seen or met; even though there was only a meager population of under 50.

- It was the sheer size of your state that did it. Everyone lived miles away from each other and any shop that was considered to be “nearby” was still at least a thirty minute drive so you only ever went into town a couple times a month. Which is how you met Andy.

- You’d driven into town with a list of supplies you’d needed and a wallet full of that months savings, ready to get your stuff and go as quickly as you could; hoping to get home before the sun rose all the way and baked you alive.

- Coincidentally, Andy was in town at the same time, loitering around the store you were attempting to shop at. You paid him no mind and went about your business until you were ready to check out.

- Once the shopkeep had rung you up, you found that you didn’t have enough money for all the things on your list and reluctantly told the man to keep something as he helped you pack up what you could afford.

- Andy watched the entire interaction from somewhere behind you as he pocketed whatever he felt like. Once you headed towards the doors of the building, he picked some cheap thing off the shelf and went to the checkout, watching you as you packed up your car.

- While the store clerk was preoccupied with the cash register, the boy snuck whatever you’d left behind into his jacket and waited another few moments for the man to hand him his actual purchase before he made his way outside.

- You were just about to get into your car when he came up to you, greeting you casually before he held out his hand and offered you the thing that you’d left behind. You looked at him in surprise before you thanked him and took it, shifting it to your other hand so that you could offer him yours in a handshake.

- The two of you introduced yourselves and he asked if you’d be interested in going out sometime. Since all you knew about him was that he was attractive and sweet enough to “buy” you the thing you couldn’t afford, you agreed and wrote down your number for him, telling him that it was nice meeting him and saying goodbye before you drove off. 

- He calls you a couple days later while out with his friends, a little liquid courage in his system and a bit of peer pressure from his buddies leading to his wonderful decision making. 

- You’re clueless and he thinks his friends will stick to their word of “heading out before you show”, which obviously doesn’t happen. You arrive and they’re still there, almost immediately inviting themselves to what was supposed to be your first date and making the night rather uncomfortable at times. 

- You can tell that your date is just as uncomfortable as you, but that doesn’t exactly make things any better. By the time the night ends, you’ve already decided that you’re probably just gonna count your losses and find a potential boyfriend elsewhere. 

- But fate seems to be on Andy’s side because the two of you find yourselves face to face a few days later. He gives you an apology, explaining everything before telling you that he’d like to see you again.

- It takes you a minute to decide but you finally agree and tell him that you’ll give it another shot, bringing up your own idea for a date in hopes that you won’t be bothered by his buddies again. He gives you a wide smile, asking when he should pick you up and thanking you genuinely just before he leaves.

- So, for your second date; though you like to consider it your first, the two of you go to whichever place you chose and wind up having a really nice time. He seems to be on his best behavior but his real personality shines through as well; and it’s one that you really enjoy.

- You probably give him a kiss on the cheek as a goodnight but the two of you share your first real kiss on your next date. You’d spent pretty much the entire night together and wound up parking off on the side of the road to stargaze for a while. 

- You were leaning against the hood of his car with him, looking up at the sky before your gaze shifted to the man beside you. He was preoccupied with watching the stars, leaving you to let your mind wander. 

“I’m glad we gave this another shot.” You said and watched as his focus shifted to you instead. 

- He gave you a smile and told you that he was too before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. 

- Congratulations, you caught yourself a firebird in the middle of the desert.

- Andy really doesn’t give a shit about how other people feel like 80% of the time, and he’s just a fan of affection in general, so there’s going to be a lot of Pda in your relationship; if you’ll allow it.

- Handholding. He likes keeping you close to him and making sure that you aren’t getting into any dangerous trouble; especially if you’re around his friends. Although he does wear his gloves a lot so; even though he gives you the occasional reassuring squeeze or strokes his thumb across your knuckles, you’ll most likely be feeling leather more than his skin.

- If someone’s kissing a face, it’s you. His lips are for your lips only, he doesn’t bother touching them to anything else; though he does enjoy when you kiss him on the cheek or jaw.

- Deep, slow kisses.

- He calls you honey or baby more than he calls you by your name. And as tough as he likes to pretend he is, he’d love to have you call him by pet names too.

- Cuddling is one of his favorite pastimes; he absolutely loves it. Most of the time, he’ll pull you in, pressing his cheek/jaw to your head and letting you lay right up against him, your head resting against his shoulder or in the crook of his neck.

- A lot of the time, he prefers to be loving in a more reserved way. He tends to show that he cares through his actions and by doing little things to make your life easier. Things like waking up early to put gas in your car or picking up things that you need from the store whenever he’s in town so that you don’t have to go.

- Sometimes, he’ll set up a sentence like he’s about to say something really sweet or you’ll ask him something expecting a cute response and he’ll just say something crude or lewd instead.

“How do I look.” He turns and looks at you, a smile gracing his face.

“Your tits look great.” He replies, barely holding in his laughter.

- He indulges you more than he cares to admit. He might occasionally act like he’s too cool but he’s too in love with you to say no and potentially make you sad.

- Tv dates. There ain’t shit else to do.

- Cruising around in his firebird; and sometimes parking somewhere to makeout.

- Going on road trips or long outings. There isn’t a whole lot to do in your town so you’ll occasionally take the long ride over to the next town in hopes of finding something fun.

- He’ll never tell you that he does but he always dodges potholes and bumpy areas during these trips so that he doesn’t wake you up while he’s driving.

- Driving out to the middle of the desert with a bundle of blankets to watch the sunrise; or stopping on the side of the road during one of your trips.

- Sitting with him while he works on his car.

- Going out into the desert to shoot or smash random junk. Vases, porcelain, tin cans; stuff like that.

- Playing pinball and other convenience store arcade games.

- Every now and again, he’ll get some money from his pops and take you out to a nice dinner; especially if it’s after the two of you are pushed into doing something you dont like and he can see that you’re upset. It’s usually because of Sam but he still feels the need to try and make it up to you and make sure that you aren’t gonna ghost him.

“Hey, why don’t we go and get some dinner,” he’ll say, a hint of nervous desperation in his voice as you walk out to his car. “You can get whatever you want. Dessert too.”

- It isn’t clear exactly how rich Andy actually is but it seems like he’s sort of embarrassed to have wealth in such a poor town. Because of this, I feel like he probably wouldn’t mention it and would try to dodge questions that would lead to him exposing the truth, maybe acting like he’s less wealthy than he is until Sam “outs” him and causes an awkward situation.

- Him stealing things for you. You’d much prefer if he just bought them but at least he doesn’t tell you whether or not he’s stolen it most of the time.

- Likes to fool around a lot; he’s rarely ever fully serious and he’s always trying to make you laugh.

- Can quote just about any western film you can name and does impressions of all the characters. He grew up on those sorts of things so he’s practically an expert by now.

- He likes messing with your stuff: putting on your clothes, using your mirror for random stuff, picking things up off your dresser and toying around with them, etc.

- My god, the change of character he has when he’s with his friends and you, compared to when he’s with his parents gives you whiplash. It’s hilarious seeing him lie and act like an angel during family dinners.

- His dad probably lectures him about manners whenever you’re with them: things like putting his elbows on the table, saying grace, how he treats you, etc. Its pretty amusing to see.

- He seems like a good guy who got mixed in with the wrong people. Sure, he enjoys a little chaos and trouble making like the rest of them but he doesn't like hurting people and you can tell from the way he acts afterward that he isn't proud; especially when you give him a look in the middle of the situation and sober him up.

- You’re dragged along with him and the boys a lot; or he’s forced to ditch you to hang out with them whenever Sam calls.

- Sam flirting with you. You know damn well that he’d make you compliment him or get you to agree with his praise of himself; and Andy would be miffed but unable to do anything besides listen to him while his knuckles whiten on his steering wheel.

- There aren’t a lot of people in your town for him to get jealous of but whenever there is, he does. Most of the time, it’s Sam or some flirtatious traveler but other times it’s your celebrity crushes or old boyfriends. He usually just bites his tongue or makes some kind of sarcastic, passive aggressive comment; it depends on who it is and how you’re reacting to them.

- He’s always looking over at you and making sure you’re alright whenever he can; especially when you’re out with his friends. He knows that getting into the trouble that they do can be dangerous and he doesn’t want anything happening to you just because Sam doesn’t know when to stop.

- The two of you get into a lot of arguments but they’re rarely ever serious. You mostly just bicker before the two of you give up and decide that it’s a pointless fight.

- Whenever you do have an argument, one that he causes and upsets you with, he always feels guilty and finds himself unable to stay mad at you. He might not verbally apologize but he will try to make it up to you in some way and tell you that he’s sorry.

- He’s not big on saying he loves you but he does say it on occasion; and definitely shows it more than he says it.

- The two of you probably get engaged on a whim a bit too early into your relationship but he’s promising to take you out of that desert city and along with him to Hollywood so the ring is a nice symbol of that oath.