#scrolling up ''oh this isn't That long'' scrolling back down ''oh wait maybe it is kinda long''

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh lmfao edited to add. the thirty tags are maxed out but i have to work in the wordplay of: call this post-it notes

speaking of [happening to think about, then for a separate reason talk about, the film “stand by me,” an adaptation of the stephen king short story “the body”] last night, & tumblr ads reminding me, i did turn around after listening to the podcast ep extensive, research enhanced analysis / discussion of specifically the book like hey yeah yknow what. i’ll watch the It films; not the miniseries / the one with tim curry, which i saw the first half of but wasn’t really inspired to commit to the latter half. and you Know like yeah i’m truly interested in the choice to build on [stephen king kicking his legs like “whaaat are some Problems kids could have.....um being a girl.....being jewish.....having a stutter.....”] with “what if someone was gay or some shit” like yeah right on, which idk that steve ever wrote into any vaguely primary characters even though it’s markedly made textually relevant. and the cultural alignment for kleinsen enjoyers is still very funny. i forgot about even the arm cast business till halfway through. even the [break it again] joke kind of manifested lmao

anyways the point is i’m like, my two primary modes of [this experience] being expressed via [mad men meme In The Cinema seriously considering the material] and [the shot of that guy in the alternate titanic ending where he’s like ahahahaha throwing his head back and the camera is overhead zooming out a little bit] and the like Oh Hey. This Is All Coming Together? kind of [that madman cinema meme] moment hit in The Second Part because it’s like, it’s Remarkable for a stephen king story to have Adults Who Are Friends. which is where it can be cross referenced with Stand By Me, which is about kids who are friends, but Framed by like, this story is written in the future by the main kid, who wanted to be a writer & now is, mostly about his friendship with this one other kid who was like “hey man you can & should be a writer. believe” and that classic [stephen king High Concept stories] central plot impetus / definition which is “the one where some kids go on a trek to find/see a dead body” and then ending with Adult Main Kid with that classic / standout remark “i never had any friends like the ones i had when i was twelve. god, does anyone?” which is included even in the film via seeing him type it out on bulkier ye old computer terminals while his kid is now twelvish i guess and talking to a friend. after also musing on like, yeah that bestie who hyped me up the most and who i saved in turn, with a gun, tragically died. iunno where those other two kids in the group are, living kind of underwhelming lives out there probably but whatever. lmfao like man i dunno write them a letter, call them, you could do a little digging here and get in touch. but yeah it’s not gonna be Exactly The Same as when you were kids, nor exactly the same as it was when things aligned to have a brief but dramatic adventure, nor when you Could just all spontaneously decide you wanna go walking & camping to find a body & then just up & do that. but like, you can consciously make & maintain friendships i prommy my man lol. like “it’s great when things align so you Happen to have these friends when you’re twelve and you all like offer each other emotional support and can understand each other like nobody else can. but then you Will all just drift apart” like, i mean, will you. you can have friendships beyond what you just Happen to have / hope that the magic alignments will just continue falling into place for you so that those friendships still exist

and probably part of it is that it’s really mostly About the two kids who are friends even though there’s four of them, i.e. the protagonist & the moral support bestie, as well as the fact that this is a short story so there’s presumably only so much time to focus on characters at all really or delve into any setup and bg lore and whatever all else, i dunno. but thinking how it’s like, oh hey, in It it’s kind of its own serendipitous alignment of elements there to be like, here’s a group of adults where it’s peak relevant that they’re friends, for once. because afaik that really just doesn’t happen in sking stories, like, yeah adults kind of have friends but it’s Not Very Deep / it’s just kind of convenience about working together moving plots along & it’s like yeah uh i don’t fucking know i guess we see each other / hang out for dinners or post dinner drinks together or join forces about whatever fucked up shit and just talk about that, mostly....and probably people are just dropping off like flies eventually, the protagonist man of that [sooo many protags who are just some fuckin middle aged guy who’s a writer] type, and it’s also in part just because like, characters don’t really matter that much / have to be particularly distinct / Are Disposable when plenty of the point is to go “was that fucked up or what?” about whatever’s happening, so yknow you go “there was once just some fuckin guy, i dunno, he probably has a wife he’s paternalistically protective of but maybe also resents and maybe a kid or two or something, whatever....” like, being the main character doesn’t really matter, it’s just this avatar through which we are told a story of some fucked up shit and to whomst any fucked up shit can even happen, being other characters also really doesn’t matter

so it’s like huh, stand by me / the body as obviously this Ode To Twelve Year Olds’ Friendship And How Your Emotional Support Of Each Other Defines The Entire Path Of Your Life Though Mostly For The Main Character, Everyone Else Fucked Off Or Whatever like right yeah, but with that difference of how like clearly as an adult this isn’t gonna be about this guy going like “hey yeah where are those still living scamps today,” he’s reminiscing only, he’s talking about how he now doesn’t have any friends like the ones he had when he was twelve....then what changes in It is like, hmm how are these adults where the fact they’re friends actually is peak relevant? how does one remain friends with even Any childhood friends there huh. and then the fact it works out like that is like aha, well it’s because they don’t lmfao. that everyone happens to scatter to the winds at some point when it maybe will eventually rear its head amongst even their own adult guardians like hey, yknow, maybe let’s not live in murderville. or coincidence. whatever. where the point is that like oh also, everyone just magically forgets the goings on as kids including the existence of their friends, but is about to be reminded of them / remember all that, for a specific external reason rather than [adults are like hey let me try getting in touch with that mf] and already plot and magic is relevant to all of this. they’re not going to have gotten together for the shittiest high school reunion if not for the connection of Friendship, this is about adults but it’s about that childhood plotline still, so Twelve Year Olds’ Friendships still stands / is relevant, so we can even fathom these adults having a connection, b/c yes they Didn’t have it as they got older there, but now they’re jumping back into it actually, b/c magic, and because also this is Directly About (Childhood) Trauma which was also like, hey damn, even outside the stephen king oeuvre & its tendencies (solid & wretched), this is also transcending grievances i so often have with Horror, as someone who likes horror and doesn’t like horror but likes horror but doesn’t like it, and just like. questionable employment of [you Are bothering to focus on Character, and their emotional arcs being entirely relevant to the story here] when sometimes it’s like, do you need a story? the strength of horror shorts to just go “was that fucked up or what.” do you need the characters with the emotional arc relevance at all, or is it just a little avatar walking around with enough vague motivation to have / see / make fucked up shit happen? are they particularly characterized to play into some Metaphor, what’s that metaphor, is it shit, is the execution of it shit. and oftentimes Trauma is just like, idk, it’s like well here’s this person’s Weakness, and it being horror that’s more likely to make it into a Fatal Flaw, like way to have trauma you dumbass, if you were so weak as to fail to just get over it already / Overcome it, you just might be killed for it

annoying, shallow and hackneyed, insulting, etc, and it’s also like, the Individual Focused emotional journey like and here this character who’s been weakly propped up by the Stronger people supporting them will have to go through the crucible of being alone, facing down their Issue like their trauma, and getting through it in this big dramatic one and done way so they can finally stop being a pussy and an obstacle to others. or else fuck it up & die. and it’s like do you know how this works lmfao (no) why shouldn’t the support help. why should it Have to go away. why shouldn’t everyone be crowdsourcing their emotional support amongst their group lmao and never needing to “overcome” it Forever, alone. and that’s at least mostly what gets to go on in It lmfao, like, so obviously this is About Childhood Trauma. whereas It = any of the forces that make people act in ways that create, facilitate, or simply passively allow trauma. (or just some shit that really fucks shit up sometimes i guess.) and you have kids who get caught Alone getting got. but then you have a larger group of some twelvish year olds who are like alright fuck this then, and that’s enough to get through it, the same way that naturally in the less magical / more literal realm of their lives, that friend group & joining forces & providing this like actually (relatively) safe and supportive environment amongst themselves is what protects them & makes everyone a lot more of a force to be reckoned with than they are when out / caught on their own. and it just doesn’t happen to be about choosing to write about like, and then all these kids got picked off one by one anyways, despite their efforts, f. which like i guess it could be, but when the Point is so Directly about the emotional support some kids get from each other / that they Are crowdsourcing protection re: their individual vulnerabilities, that wouldn’t really emphasize that Point so much if regardless of the [having a friend group] everyone was fucked anyways. or the fact that like, again, this is About trauma and what can create it and how that can persist and all, the Magic Rules are about the emotional component of it all, when it’s like, oh this just so happens to be a magic murder entity that’s picking off kids but also prefers to torment them and/or like idk takes the route of going “oh you’re gonna hate this” and hooks up their consciousness via usb cable to the zillionth dimension void & then sips their life force through a crazy straw, or, as it would be to clown entities, a normal straw, and i dunno, that if the usb is unplugged vs eternal living death then the torment juice can give people the interdimensional premonition / telepathy across space & probably time shine(tm) like good for them i guess. call that hypervigilance?

and then that like, into the Adults timeline, not only is there this cheat like woops a stephen king story where adults are friends b/c they’ve reconnected the usb cables where the [friends like the ones i had when i was twelve] has now become immediately relevant and active again, i was like, mad man cinema contemplation meme a bit confused going into the second half until i realized some particular fact of the plot And it was slowly like....we’re kind of goofin huh, is this Being Funnier? b/c i mean, the first one wasn’t not ever funny or like otherwise not super solemn & heavy, and also i’m just Used to horror to the point it’s not gonna like bother me probably, i was watching alone and turned off the lights b/c i couldn’t adjust my screen’s lighting levels & the overhead light in here was gonna create glare via the mirror behind me, and i didn’t think anything of it at any point, i had to also be like “@ me, okay stop saying ‘me’ the moment you realize anything [A Scary Moment] is transpiring for no especial reason,” and yknow, it’s like a roller coaster to me, or i’d say like being tickled except actually i hate that one & will start physically fighting lol, where it’s like yeah aaaaaa but it’s fun & i’m Humored really, i’m experiencing the [horror & comedy are two sides of the same coin], when i’m startled or going like oooh that was, to be sure, creepy, it’s still like, ahaha, i’m figuratively tickled, going :] at the screen, i especially liked the same [ooh hehe yeah that’s eerie] type of moments in both halves like yeah very [your standard marble hornets enjoyer] of me....but anyways so then it did take me an extra few moments maybe in the second half like oh is this Markedly More Humorous? oh it is, then....sort of unexpected but then it immediately makes sense and was Fascinating like, oh, this is so In Conversation With the first movie and with the Overall Story here lmao. like, we are illustrating the Perspective Shift, the [kids timeline] is still relevant and defines everything that’s going on, but they Are adults now and That itself is relevant. b/c otherwise it’s like, it Is just the same situation played over again lmfao like damn we were the [kids fight & defeat a murder sewer clown monster] and now we’re the [adults fight & defeat a murder sewer clown monster]. and Of Course It Makes Sense for there to be overall more Drama for the kids, who are more so just living & immersed in their normal lives in that storyline, and of course, Are Kids, where like anything “was that fucked up or what” that’d happen would be more intense & threatening, and sure applying that perspective like, not only “yeah i’m just experiencing some media, but if that was really happening in life that’d be fucked up, if it was happening for real to me, i’d be like, whoa uh oh holy shit aaaa” lmao, and then an Additional layer of “and if i was twelve” like “yeah aaaa oh shit” way compounded by that, naturally. 

but then i’m Also like, listen, i’d be more like halfway through my 27 yr time jump but i’m the adult with cptsd lmao and so i’m Madmen In The Theatreing because of this angle as well, and intrigued, positively, by the uptick in levity about everything. wherein it’s like okay, it’s sure Also true that like, undo the [and if you were twelve] angle, but The Same kind of fucked up shit happening would of course still be like well this sucks, and is startling, to Anyone who’s an adult, right. But Also like, again the way it’s relevant to touch base with the [kids] timeline, because that’s Defining Everything, this isn’t just “and they’re adults which means everyone’s just tougher than they were when they were kids” and That’s That, it’s like, these are adults who were these specific kids with specific experiences vulnerable to and exposed to bonus trauma, and now this is a “time to jump back in to a head on confrontation with that” plotline but As A Group again rather than this being just the story of like any individuals, or just the main kid/guy, who is now to be sure the [the middle aged writer guy of a stephen king story] lmfao, congrats....and you had [repressed memories but like, magically extensively encompassing] as the device here to as what allows for this outlier scenario of like “but how can adults possibly maintain friendships formed organically in their youth? well, they didn’t lol. but now they’re back.” and the past Has to be relevant and freshly Active because again, this Is directly about trauma lol, not just about whatever broader thing and anyone might secretly have this Hangup or two that’ll get them got. and they all Know this lol, this may be some exclusive knowledge more broadly, but this is Not a secret amongst this group of adults like ah yes my marinating issues that nobody suspects i have....which is a bonus to [even though they’re adults in a stephen king story they don’t all or even mostly have to die] and then like, as i am trying to get around to, that it’d be Different being just any adult approaching this as a new situation to them vs being an adult With Trauma(tm) lol like. the way that one might go “well, this would suck for anyone, but i have a different vulnerability b/c [cptsd involving this shit]” but Then Also the resilience that nobody should have to have and it’s technically a “strength” even though then actually people interpret their [lack of honed ability through direct life experience to cope indefinitely with traumatic experiences] as the strength, a la “wow why’s that person put up with that, i wouldn’t stand for it b/c isn’t it So Clearly Bad & Unpleasant?” victim blaming mentality and people “used” to that shit “putting up with” said shit, which other people would throw up their hands like Wow Just No and walk away from. which in turn isn’t a “weakness” lmao like, there’s no moral judgments to being someone w/trauma or someone without it. that people shouldn’t Have to have cptsd or Resilience, of course, but then that they do. i’m certainly relating to like, yeah it’s Magic Rules / Exaggeration the way that only people young enough can detect & deal with this shit directly, the first time around, and then that they still have access to it as adults presumably b/c of that exposure as kids and because [the childhood trauma doesn’t just Go Away b/c you grew up, even though Also people just think that it ought to or like wow so immature or wow you’re Letting it affect you too strongly still, huh] etc. and anyways, relating to like, yeah enjoyed the way some adults would just be cool & generally supportive, but i also only had so much access to such adults, all Through parents or via school where it’s like, yeah but all the adults there have to Make Sure You’re Behaving Properly in various ways that lead to [punitive] ends and if anyone’s being like particularly supportive / understanding that’s a personal individual choice & they’re probably going Above & Beyond. kind of impressed how useless, and actively unhelpful / counterproductive, any adults were later on when i was dealing with it all the more / had it coming to a head in ways lol, didn’t have an epic friend group i hung out with at twelve or ever who Knew Me that well or i shared anything with or got lifechanging emotional support from, but there Were occasions of like, yeah these peers get it, huh. and now with the perspex of [cptsd having adult] it’s like, yeah, i’d have repeated dreams of parents showing up & i start physically fighting them off with like a shovel and shit lmfao. even now when i rarely have dreams ft. like a more general monster / menacing figure, like i did last night, go figure, Dream Me is always like Oh Okay and immediately physically charges them unarmed lmfao. (also had a dream cameo where some guy on a home computer who was making up like building / engineering schematics? was a Wrole like omg hey buddy. unfortunately a limited interaction, that plot got quickly waylaid by the one where i launch myself at some entity. booo) i can be like “ah, here goes the adrenal response” mostly only noticing sometimes when it’s like, my physical tension has gone to the point of [i can notice my legs/knees shaking], i can also Not Notice It / not think of it b/c you know, it’s like this is truly mundane / everyday shit, in the Relative / Comparative way that it can be. it can be stealth mission time to do some ordinary shit like you live in a survival horror game. it can also go “yeah i could very easily see how if, say, there was this manifestation of trauma / the shit that causes/facilitates/sustains/allows it, i’d go sicko mode on that shit just immediate physical attack” lmao. i know if i’m startled it’s like, that can be a) ordinary, and/or b) unpleasant, and probably c) immediately followed by my being ready to go sicko mode, possibly being a bit pissed off lol. like i can’t even be worried like oh no it’s nighttime what if something was menacing. like yeah that’d be scary and suck, i might get got, i’d also immediately be pissed off like fucking try me you asshole. and it’s like, again the way comedy is A Framework, it’s not what happens when a situation is Lighthearted, Unserious, Frivolous, etc. the like, obvious fact like wow people who are funny can be sad? can have had some fucked up, Serious experiences? can even joke about that? like yeah of course humor can be Deliberately Employed To Cope, including to even communicate about shit, where you’re cueing hard like, i’m not necessarily collapsing under the weight of this right now but it’s a reality and when i’m telling you about it with Humor it’s not in turn asking for you to fix it or even do anything about it at all except be listening to / comprehending the info i’m giving you. and that even looking back on shit can be funny To You because it’s just like, sure Elevated and can be a bit absurd. so it’s like oh yeah of course it’d be funnier, in a way characters are aware of & actively interacting with lmfao. like of course any adult would be like “jesus christ. yikes. aaaa” lol while also being more inclined and able to tackle bullshit right off, but Also being specifically an adult with the [this is your childhood trauma] can be like, yes i’m both still affected by and vulnerable to this shit, but i’m Also less vulnerable than some rando might be, actually, and prepared to / more used to this, and able to go “jesus christ yikes aaaa lmfaooo ahaha” about it. like, i feel that lol. 

paragraph break just because that one was getting Extra long: oh and also the matter of Genre Awareness, that this isn’t just some fucked up shit that happens to be scary and fuck your shit up, but this is expressly an antagonist coming after you with the intention to be scary to you, and you Know that, you are aware you’re in a Horror Genre situation lmao, so meta, surely helpful. and sure sometimes i felt the like comedy vs horror; comedy vs drama sometimes didn’t transition perfectly like, my kind of feeling ambivalent at this one point like uhhh is this scene more straightforwardly dramatic? hmm i guess it was. well anyways. but that’s fine, meanwhile continually delighted even to realize like, here we are going over this all again but with this Shifted Perspective / Framework, we’re clearly goofin a bit. and like how i can clap & cheer like ooh yeah that was creepy lmfao, i got Got comedically like idfk dozen times or what all. ahehe....not to mention the [i Am going insane. society] experience of scrungy expression spit take coughing laughter when overlaying [titanic guy going HaHaHaHaHaHaHa XD as the camera lifts away from overhead] upon [mad man serious contemplation of cinema png] while experiencing like wow the gay Text is more textual than i though, more extensive, turns out i had some things to go into entirely afresh without going “oh yeah, i remember what i osmosis’d about this” to then go :0 =0 about, or that i didn’t quite get Everything through osmosising that i did recall, to then spit take about and become titanic guy fifty times over. i Am a bit joker mode, you really just have to be. and laughing about [when stephen king and PPL go “you know this type of guy” and we all go “yeah i guess. i know Of them [possible knowing looks amongst ourselves, or to the camera]” and then they go “you know how they’re—” and then our answers of “maybe like gay or some shit” overlaps with their “just another heterosexual amongst all the rest of us, unless we’re gay, but we’re talking about how all the protagonists we write are cishet i guess?” like. haha. what an alignment, good for everyone in the overlap....oh and i was like ahahaha when the podcast discussion of The Book Specifically nevertheless had one guy knowing the lore already that the stephen king cameo here as Some Secondhand / Pawn Shop Type Place Owner Guy was someone who, in stephe’s (not a typo, making stephe as = steven happen, with particular enunciation of the ph vs v) own written text as the description of That Guy in the book, is like, this gay caricature who is like wearing some mesh or i think they said it said “fishnet” shirt and like clearly reading this gay porn mag. because how else would someone be gay lmfao? how else would you Know you’ve encountered one of them?? lmfao like, a) i also agree with the podcasters who are like, stephe’s a coward for not staying true to that specific description he wrote when cameo’ing as that person, and b) like, people are gay, stephe....but classic matters of [running down a hallway going Noooo and knocking shit down behind you while being chased by [the way stephen king writes about [take your pick] and/or just like, what do you think is going on in life re: [take your pick] exactly, stephen king, i swear] lol)

anyways This has turned into [gif of the guy emphatically pointing at a laptop and also at some unseen listener to this Serious Monologue] because i have endless things to say about anything. the point it it’s like, well hey i think that was remarkably successful re: choosing to have Characters with Emotional Arcs tied to a Metaphor in this horror media, when usually i’m like, the execution of this is so shit that it’s like, just don’t have characters lol, don’t try to make it a metaphor (although you know, difficult for it not to be tied to anything irl, so don’t be unaware of how it Could be), if it’s gonna be this kind of a mess. the fact that like, you can’t have [trauma] be a character weakness fatal flaw that gets them got b/c they weren’t individually Strong Enough, b/c this is All About a) having & interacting with that [trauma] first and foremost and b) how having a group of relationships affects that (helpfully). my pleasant surprise about how like yeah of course you can’t just make the exact same movie again but i wasn’t necessarily expecting a noticeably more outright comedic angle for round two, but duly kinda delighted by it, and that felt very Appropriate and Verisimilitudinous for the new angle of And You’re Completely Grown. that stephen king Rarely writes about relevant friendships and all the more rarely to never writes about relevant friendships between Adults but whoops, that happened here, b/c there was a magical workaround where “drifting apart” was not entirely congruous to the real life literal actual way that’d happen, and b/c the way this is about childhood trauma means that the Rest of that childhood is relevant to adulthood / adult identities, and he ends up with “god, does anyone?” being answered by “yeah, sometimes” lol. and yeah being a deh enjoyer / being haunted byer / analyzer means anytime something is About the connections someone, say a young person for one, might make and how that can be relevant to All Their Issues, i’m sitting up & taking notes like oh ya don’t say. that stephen king shit overall is like, well this is Interesting and i could talk all day but i’m also like, personally more ambivalent and bound to run over like hey stephe i’m shoving you around, bitch. until we form an unlikely, begrudging alliance to instead go after stanley kubrick, then boo the the shining movie, but whatever. the the shining book ending, one of the few things i particularly remember from actually reading that one, is true like, stephen king endings tending to be a hot mess that maybe aren’t super successful but here we are and it was like, why’d it get so goofy all of a sudden lmfao like i’m telling you with the schrodinger’s boiler that’s old and temperamental and if you don’t maintain it it’ll blow up probably, and that the way things end in the book is the [middle aged dime a dozen writer man protag] being possessed by a hotel is like oh fuck me lmfao, not the boiler i can’t maintain myself even though i’m possessing a hotel, it hasn’t been maintained, and then as always in any of these stories things go off the rails and yakety sax starts to play while after hanna barbera cartoon scrambling in place for a second, your haunted hotel avatar starts sprinting to the basement or wherever it was but Too Late, it blows up and the hotel dies kind of. and that’s kinda fun and funny lol but yknow, put it back in. beating up kubrick aside, i’ve seen all of? nigh all of? wasn’t paying much attention. the movie and it’s like oh okay whatever. but as with like [anything stephen king] and my not even being born till the 90s, it’s like, i can’t possibly experience this afresh, we can all agree that surely this is the best known stephen king work b/w book & film adaptation, even among biggies that really just permeate pop culture overall, who can know what i’d think if these things were New and pre [own significant influence on relevant genres / mediums] or also i was a younger reader/viewer at the times as people could often be. but i was like....expression where you scrunch your face up and look to the side like “are you seeing this” bemusement like...this is. fine i guess? it’s not really scary lmfao. and regardless, resurrecting kubrick to beat him up. but on that note it’s also funny that god knows why i ever mentioned the hypothetical of watching the shining once in passing to my mom, it would’ve been humorous / not in earnest b/c no way would i have been suggesting we watch that or even that i had watched it necessarily, so i Think i must’ve just been informing her of some things that were on tv at that moment with some goofy but technically accurate suggestions like that one, and she is a bit indignant like clearly disapproving of the general idea because, as she says, she doesn’t think it’s Right to tell kids they should ever be afraid of their parents. but between “but like. they go axe murder possessed by a hotel mode here, wherein i think it’s very appropriate?” and [someone who watches It and keeps looking into the camera one zillion times / is fascinated by the fact it’s like oh wow, any horror talking about What If You Had Trauma that isn’t like fundamentally misguided throughout and probably egregiously insulting about it] i take a perfectly comedically timed pause and then we freeze frame on my doing a spit take Laugh into my own drink. not actually in the real moment lol, i just Say Nothing and file that one away lmfao

oh and as a little postscript here i want to shoutout my going “just like Watch Your Step in goosebumps the musical the phantom of the auditorium” where it’s like, schrodinger’s warning about how a kid could just up and accidentally die via this trapdoor or like anywhere anytime, but you don’t really realize that b/c you’re kids, but I’m Telling You. and like, he’s right in general to be sure, you can just die, as well as unknowingly right of course like oops yeah some kid did just up and suddenly die via this trapdoor, grimly. and that’s Stand By Me / The Body handshake emoji It, like of course that mortality is ever relevant particularly in horror, but that also it’s like, kids realizing the reality and Proximity of that, like You Can Die, this could be you or could’ve been you. [horror, and it’s middle schoolers] wins again

[matchingbatbites]

"What the fuck did you do?"

Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.

"Well-"

"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"

Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.

“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”

“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”

No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-

He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.

The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 

Jesus Christ.

“Eddie?”

The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”

In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄

”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“

Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-

He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.

”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.

“Eddie, what-

”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“

Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 

Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.

Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-

Anything other than what Steve actually sent.

'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'

And Eddie- 

Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 

Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?

This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.

‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’

He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.

‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’

Fuck fuck fuck.

Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’

Steve saves him by sending another message.

‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’

He- What-

Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.

There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.

‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’

[ddejavvu]

Hello hello my lovely Mei!! How’s it going? I am a bit scared to go into my kitchen because I saw a long bug that was really fast and it disappeared somewhere behind a cabinet :/ I’ve come to you for some comfort maybe a little something about this with Bradley or Jake? I hope you’re doing well <33

Bradley's sleeping. The whole reason you're in the kitchen in the first place is because you want to make him breakfast in bed, so waking him seems counterintuitive. But something long and squirmy and crawly just slipped behind one of your cabinets, the one you'd wanted to reach into, and there's no way you're making pancakes with an extra houseguest.

"Brad," You push at his shoulder gently, marveling the way he's face-down in the pillow and somehow still breathing, "Bradley!"

"Mmf?" Comes his rather unsavory reply, muffled as he groans it straight into the pillow.

"There's a bug," You hiss, "In the kitchen. A big one, and I'm scared."

"Okay." He pushes his palms flat against the mattress to lift himself off of it, and you adore the way he muscles through his sleepy state to help you. He barrels down the hallway towards the kitchen with far less coordination than he'd have if he was fully awake, but it doesn't seem to bother him; he's tired, so he'll go after the bug tired, because you need him to. He's not going to make you wait and worry while he scrolls through his phone, and he's not going to get coffee first to wake him up. You need his bug-catching services, sleepiness be damned.

"Where?" He grunts, eyes still struggling to stay open. You point warily at the cabinet it had escaped behind without crossing the threshold into the kitchen itself, merely poised at the doorway watching.

"Got it," He grumbles, taking a spatula from a jar on the counter.

"Oh- Bradley, no!"

"Hm?" He turns to look back at you, spatula in hand, "What, babe?"

"That's for the food," You fret, "The bug's dirty. And- and so is behind the cabinet."

"Okay." He agrees thoughtlessly once more, taking orders like you're his commanding officer, "Can you get me a hanger?"

You retrieve a metal one, so that it can be bent and warped to however he wants to fish the bug out. But his brain isn't functioning that intensively yet, and he merely swipes it behind the cabinet. To his credit, he pushes it out and away from you, but all he does is displace the creature, not capture it.

You let out a mangled sound, something between a gasp and a cry. The bug scuttles away from you at first, but then to your horror, rounds on you, like it knows you're the one who snitched on it.

"Ew- I- Bradley!" You gush, already backing away from the doorway that it's charging. He's finally more awake now, and though you'd have liked to merely set the thing outside, you're not upset when Bradley crunches it with the bottom of his slipper.

He breathes a heavy sigh of relief when it's trapped beneath his foot, and you try to calm your racing heart.

"You okay, honey?" He asks, and you nod disjointedly.

"That was scary," You note, and he hums in agreement.

"He's gone now. I'll clean him up." He grimaces slightly at the mess under his shoe, "Can I have some wipes?"

Bradley doesn't make you move the bug's corpse, just scoops it up into a bleach wipe and scrubs down the floor. You watch with a perpetually nervous expression, even though the threat has been neutralized.

"All gone." Bradley reports, the bleach wipes falling sadly into the garbage can. You nod, gratefully accepting the embrace that he tugs you into, leaning into the kiss that he smushes against your forehead.

"Why were you up so early?" He asks, some of that sleepy fog still thickening his voice.

"I wanted to make you breakfast in bed," You admit, and you feel him chuckle against you.

"Should I go get back in bed?" He asks.

"I think I want you to stay," You fret, holding the end of his too-long sleeve, "But I won't make you cook. You just have to be on bug patrol."

"Bug patrol," He echoes curiously, testing the title on his tongue. He seems to approve, leaning in with a smug smile on his face to peck at your lips, "That's me, honey."

[sevynavenue]

ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

— ໒person on da block꒱‎ ‎‎‎‎ichigo kurosaki ೀ you weren't a big fan of rock, but maybe being dragged to a rock concert and after party isn't too bad !

— ໒including package꒱‎ ೀ rockstar! ichigo, ichigo is kind of a mean dom, spanking, degrading (slut, whore, etc...), pet names (baby, pretty, etc...), ichigo is kind of obsessed idk, unprotected sex (wrap for you tap kids), fat dick ichigo, daddy kink, fingering, creampie, implied use of alcohol, hair pulling, spit kink !

You weren’t a big fan of rock music, but your best friend loved it; her favorite band was coming to town, and she was a certified groupie. You didn’t want to leave her there alone, because what kind of best friend would she be to avoid going to the most important moments of her life?

Tee was so excited, she could not even focus on doing her makeup. All she could do was stare at the poster hanging high on her dorm wall as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone, looking at other people's stories. “What’s so good about these guys?” You asked, and Tee almost broke her neck looking back at you.

“THEE ICHIGO KUROSAKI is coming to our town; I have to be there!” She practically screamed at you, shoving her poster in your face. You looked at the poster with the four guys on it and asked, “Is this Ichigo?” 

“Nah, that’s Renji; this is Ichigo” Tee guided your hand to where Ichigo was on the poster. “He is attractive, but what’s the hype?” “You’ll see.” Your best friend smiled as she finished her makeup and turned to look in the full-body mirror. 

“Alright, let’s go. Do you have your ID because they are strict at concerts?” You checked your bag to look for your ID in your purse and nodded to confirm. You and Tee finally took an Uber down to the already-crowded arena. You saw so many girls; some were half-naked, and some looked like they hadn’t slept in days. 

Maybe this was a bigger deal than you thought, but then again, you weren’t too pressed about this concert, but you did have a good time, so why not? You saw Tee fight tooth and nail to get front-row tickets; she saved for months and got you and her a ticket, and not only that, she won backstage tickets, so you had to go.

The concert was deafening, and you felt your body would hurt terribly when you woke up in the morning. Tee even showed her tits; all you could do was laugh and shake your head. But who said they couldn’t have fun either? Even though you didn’t know any of the songs, you still danced and had fun.

Your best friend was dragging you everywhere after the concert was over; she wanted to get backstage so she could bat her eyelashes and you both would be able to go to another artist's after-party. Tee was perfect at getting you both into the after-parties. You weren’t as wild as Tee, but you did love a good hook-up here and there. 

You waited for Tee outside the backstage door; all you could see was the long line of girls bum-rushing to meet the boys. You were so glad that you didn’t want to meet anybody; you were just back there for the food and free drinks they were serving. You saw Tee come running back to you, smirking with a piece of paper in hand. 

“So I’m guessing you were successful?” You smirked.

“Yeah, and I got a little gift too.” Tee pulled her tube top down to see a signature on her right breast, signed by Renji. “Oh, bitch.” You both laughed. “Look, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Tee pulled her top up and shoved the piece of paper in her top.

“I want to go back to our dorm and change; I feel too sweaty,” Tee said while you both got in the Uber. Something about going back to your messy dorm wasn’t something you would be looking forward to. By the time you and Tee changed, it was already past midnight, and you were waiting for another Uber. 

You could hear the music blasting from inside the Airbnb, you saw a lot of people on the lawn, and you could see Tee recording from inside the Uber. You were low-key tired, but you were going to keep pushing. When you got inside, the music was even louder, and your ears were ringing nonstop. 

“MY TYPE OF PARTY!” Tee screamed next to you. Little did you know, when you looked to your side, Tee was gone, and you shook your head. She probably went to go find her bae for the night. But you were sure that she could take care of herself; maybe you’d be able to find her later if she wanted to be found. 

You sat down on the staircase, watching and observing everyone else at the party. You finally found Tee, but she was sitting and flirting with Renji, so you knew you would probably be going back to the dorm by yourself.

“Why sitting over here by yourself” 

You looked up to see a tall, shirtless figure in front of you. When he bent down to get a closer look at you, you noticed that bright ginger hair from anywhere. Ichigo Kurosaki.

“Oh, um, I’m here for moral support; my best friend is here,” you replied. Ichigo smirked, “Yeah, you’re the girl who didn’t look so interested in our concert.”

You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it; you didn’t have a snarky remark to make. Ichigo laughed, “But I guess you're here now. So, I guess you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night since Renji left me too.” Ichigo sat down on the step next to you. 

“So, tell me about yourself; what’s your name, plain girl?”

“Plain? I’m past being plain; maybe your band is plain.” You replied quickly, and Ichigo laughed. “But seriously, what’s your name?” Ichigo asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes. “Y/N,” you replied.

“Y/N? Hm, got a nice ring to it.” You laughed. “Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, right?” Ichigo smiled. “Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you. I'm Ichigo; can I get you another drink?” You smiled and nodded, “Sure.” Ichigo winked and walked away to get your drink. You watched him as he went, a smile still on your face.

You and Ichigo were practically hip and hip all night; you don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if Ichigo got more and more attractive as the night progressed. You and Ichigo were pinned up in the corner, lips locked together. Ichigo tongue was so smooth, and his hands were rough, but it felt so right grabbing the fat of your ass. 

You could taste the alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth. It looked like you both were practically having sex in the corner of the party. “Let me take you upstairs and show you plain,” Ichigo smirked as he grabbed your hands to take you up the steps. You both stumbled up the stairs, laughing as you both tried to stay upright. You both finally made it to a room, got inside, and locked the door.

Ichigo pushed you on the bed as you spread your legs, and he got in between, smashing his lips back on yours. His lips were soft and warm as he explored your mouth. His hands roamed your body, exploring your curves and making you feel wanted. You felt your heart beating faster as you felt yourself getting lost in the moment.

Ichigo pushed your skirt up even more to get a glimpse at your red-laced underwear as he smirked back up at you. “You must want to get fucked tonight,” Ichigo smirked, licking your neck. You bit your lip and looked away, embarrassed. Ichigo leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Well, it looks like you're going to have to be a good girl for me, yeah?”

Ichigo pushed your panties to the side to feel your wet slit. “Fuck, you’re such a slut, getting wet from a little kissing, hm?”. Ichigo's fingers moved up and down, teasing your clit. You gasped and moaned; your body shuddered at Ichigo’s breath on your neck. “Please, wan your fingers,” you begged, bucking your hips into Ichigo’s hand.

Ichigo’s grin widened as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. He slowly slid his finger in and out of your hole, his thumb gently rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder as you felt your hips moving in tandem. 

“Hnngh Ichi! I-I need more.” You whimpered, “Oh? What a greedy little whore you are, when you could barely take one finger.” Ichigo's voice was rough as he spoke, adding another finger stretching you further. You whined out in pleasure, your hand shooting to Ichigo’s wrist in an instant, his fingers never stopping as he pleasured you.

“Move your hand, girl; you got greedy, so swallow your pride and take it.” He growled as he moved his fingers faster. You gasped in pleasure, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Mm, yeah, that's a good girl,” Ichigo cooed as he curled his fingers, making you gasp and buck your hips. 

“I-Ichiii, ah! gonna cum-” You moaned, and your eyes rolled back as Ichigo continued to tease and pleasure you. You felt your body tense as your orgasm was creeping up on you; it felt like the breath in your lungs was getting stuck. All Ichigo had to do was pinch your clit just a little as you let out a loud cry as your body shook, and you came hard, pleasure radiating through every inch of your body. “That’s it, such a good little slut.” Ichigo took his fingers out to get a taste of your essence. 

“Turn around and get on your stomach.” You obeyed, feeling your heart pounding as Ichigo moved behind you. You can hear the belt cackle and clack as Ichigo pushes his jeans and boxers down, dragging you to the end of the bed. “I’ll be a gentleman and take it slow since y’re so pretty and delicate.” Ichigo grabbed your hips and thrust inside you, pushing in slowly and calculatingly, watching you to see how you would react. 

“Ngh! S-so full, Ichi!” You panted as Ichigo pushed inch by inch, making your cunt flutter and squeeze. Ichigo laughed, his hips bucking against yours as he fucked you hard and steady. “Fuck y’re so tight, f’me baby,” Ichigo sank his fingers into your waist as he started to pick up the pace.

“S’good Ichigo!” You moaned into the sheets, muffling your moans, something Ichigo didn’t like because you felt your head getting yanked up by your hair, your scalp burning a bit as you gasped. 

“Don’t hide your moans from me,” Ichigo hissed, spanking your ass as you cried out from the slight burn on your scalp and ass. “Daddy, fuckkk hah!” You screamed in pleasure as Ichigo pounded into you, your hips buckling up to meet his thrusts. You felt like you were going to explode as Ichigo's movements became faster and more intense. 

“Sh-shit, y’re such a slut fuckin’ back into me like that,” Ichigo groaned, his hand yanking your body up so that your back was touching his chest, his tip hitting your sweet spot easier. “Open yer’ mouth and stick that slutty tongue out for me,” Ichigo whispered in your ear.

You obeyed, your tongue protruding out of your mouth as Ichigo spat in your mouth, “Now swallow it.” You swallowed his saliva with a gasp, and he chuckled. “Fuck, yer such a whore for me,” he said, before pushing you back down on the bed and slapping your ass as his pace quickened. 

“Gonna cummmm” Your voice cracked as you gripped the sheets tighter in your hand, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hips stuttering to meet Ichigo’s rough thrust. “Fuck me too, baby, me too,” Ichigo moaned, his thrust getting sloppy. Ichigo bent over to see your glistening eyes as he bit his lip, he could bust just looking at your pretty face scrunched up just for him. 

“Yesyesyesyes!” You cried out. Ichigo leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss, his hips stuttering and slamming into you and his balls slapping into you uncontrollably. You moaned with pleasure, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. Ichigo felt you tighten around him, and you came with a loud cry of pleasure. “Fuck, so, so pretty baby,” Ichigo groaned.

“Shit, g’na give the slut just what she wants,” Ichigo panted as he kept thrusting, his orgasm quickly approaching. You whine from overstimulation; you feel Ichigo's body tense as he groans loudly as he comes, his body trembling with pleasure as he releases inside of you. His hips were still moving against you for a few moments to make sure his cum got inside, before pulling out and watching the cum ooze out. 

Ichigo collapsed next to you, exhausted. You lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. “You owe me $50 for a plan B.” You side-eyed Ichigo as he looked back at you and chuckled. “I gotchu ma.” Ichigo slapped your ass once again before sitting up to grab his wallet.

©2024 sevynavenue — please DO NOT copy, change, or repost my works on any other platform. All rights reserved to @/sevynavenue

[steves-strapcollection]

Oooo number 30 for Steddie, please and thank you!

Aaaah thank you for sending me one of these!! Please have this little Modern!AU type moment based based very vaguely off of my experience waiting for my tires to be changed at Costco last week. 30. "Can I sit here? All the other tables are full."

[ NOW ON AO3 ]

Eddie jumped as a hand came between him and his notebook and he looked up into the face of the hottest guy he had ever seen. He blinked up into his hazel eyes for several seconds while Iron Maiden crooned in his ears, already imagining the white-picket-fence with the stranger. Then the man cringed a bit and waved awkwardly.

"Oh, shit," Eddie said, probably too loudly, as he took one of his earbuds out. "What's up?"

"Can I sit here?" the guy asked, gesturing to the empty bench across from Eddie. Then he looked around and added, "All the other tables are full."

Eddie glanced around the little food court and it was indeed busy. Every single table was occupied, though Eddie did raise an eyebrow at just how many single-occupant-tables the guy passed just to get to his.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead," Eddie said, popping his earbud back in and going back to his notebook. If Eddie paused his music so he could hear if the dude tried to get his attention again, that was his business.

The guy sat down gratefully and immediately pulled out his own cellphone and earbuds. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie saw the man fiddling with his phone and earbuds, before he sighed heavily and put the earbuds away.

Taking his earbud out again, Eddie asked, "Something wrong?"

The man jumped and looked over at him, a blush starting to stain his cheeks. "No, nothing just the stupid adapter for my headphones is busted apparently," the guy said, then added with a wry grin, "I just get to listen to the beautiful soundtrack of a warehouse for the next hour and a half."

"What's got you stuck here for that long?" Eddie asked.

"Getting my tires changed," he replied, looking down at his phone. "What are you sitting around here for?"

"It's the cheapest air-conditioned joint to loiter in for a few hours. Can't beat a buck for a hot dog," Eddie replied with a smirk.

The guy laughed and Eddie decided he really liked the sound of it. "Anyway, didn't mean to bother you. I'll leave you alone now," he said after a bit, glancing shyly up at Eddie through his lashes as he idly texted someone.

"Not a bother at all," Eddie insisted and added, "I'm Eddie, by the way."

"Eddie," the guy repeated, as if testing how his name felt. Then he smiled as it passed whatever test and said, "I'm Steve."

"Well, Steve, I have an extra earbud if you want to listen to music with me," Eddie offered, and Steve glanced down at his outfit skeptically.

"I don't think we listen to the same music," Steve said teasingly.

"That wasn't a no, though. And maybe you'll learn to like a few new things," Eddie pointed out, and Steve rolled his eyes a bit and accepted the earbud.

Wiping it off on the bottom hem of his shirt quickly, Steve said, "I haven't shared earbuds with someone like this since high school."

"Exciting, isn't it?" Eddie said as he started scrolling through his playlists.

"Just don't play anything with a lot of screaming," Steve said, grimacing when Eddie looked up at him with just his eyes. "Please," he added awkwardly.

"No problem, Stevie," Eddie said with an easy smile, and he put on the playlist he made of metal music specifically for his best friend Chrissy.

The two of them spent the next hour listening to and talking about music, with Steve adding several songs to his own playlist, until Steve got the call that his car was ready. As Steve started to gather his things, he leveled a thoughtful look at Eddie.

"Hey, this was fun. Do you want to hang out sometime?" Steve asked, and Eddie's eyes widened a bit. Steve seemed to second guess himself and shook his head. "Actually, nevermind, forget I said anything."

"Yes! Yeah, I'd- yes, let's hang out," Eddie babbled as his brain reconnected. "Are you busy right now?" he asked before he could stop himself, and internally he fantasized about a hole opening up beneath him. Way to sound overeager, weirdo.

But Steve just turned a pretty shade of pink and smiled, glancing away. "I've got work in a couple hours, but here's my number," he said, sliding a napkin across the table and Eddie stared at it.

"When did you write this?" he asked, a bit dazed as he looked back up at Steve. Now the man was smirking. Oh, Eddie had thought he was the one being smooth the whole time.

"Before I even walked over," he admitted easily before returning Eddie's earbud and standing up.

"Is your headphone adapter even broken?" Eddie asked, his own face hot enough with his blush to cook an egg.

"Oh, it's absolutely broken," Steve laughed, reassuring him only a little bit. Then he pointed at the napkin. "Text me?"

And then he was walking away, leaving Eddie alone at the table to grin stupidly down at the napkin. Steve probably hadn't even made it to the tire center before Eddie sent his text.

This was so silly but aaaaaaah I hope you like it!!! These are fun, send me more?

If you like my writing, consider checking out my writing blog? -> @gerrystamour

[echoalyssa]

Heyy! Can I get a super angsty Marcus baker x reader? Like one where they’re dating but then finds out he slept with Ginny? If you don’t like that then do something you’d like to write but just angsty. Thank youuuu 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Marcus Baker but He's a Cheater | Request

Abby is sprawled on your bed, head dangling off the side of it. Her feet are kicked up onto your headboard and she's scrolling through TikTok.

Although she is only scrolling so that it looks like she isn't eavesdropping. You had been trying to call Marcus for the last two hours. He'd just dropped off the face of the earth and unfortunately this hadn't been normal for him until recently.

The voicemail message plays again and you sigh into the receiver.

"Marcus where are you? We talked about this. You have to communicate with me! Call me back. Please!"

You end the call and hit the call button again.

Abby tilts her head to look at you, sensing the stress radiating off of you.

It rings. And rings. And rings some more.

Your best friend rolls off of the bed and snatches the phone from your hand.

"Hey!"

She leaps onto the bed, holding your phone above her head. "Where is he normally when he disappears like this?"

"His house."

"So you're telling me we could just walk across the street and get an answer out of him?"

For how tiny your best friend is, there's a lot of fire within her.

She hops off the bed and shoves your phone into her back pocket. "Do you want me to come with you?"

You shake your head no at her and slip on your shoes. Abby runs a brush through your hair and then practically shoves you out of your own room and down the hall.

The walk to his house seems to drag, like time doesn't quite want to move.

His front door is open. The two of you had been together long enough that you didn't have to knock anymore. His parent's cars aren't in the driveway and the house is quiet.

You hesitate outside his door, just long enough to hear it.

He moans and something hits the wall.

The sound is repetitive and your heart turns cold inside your chest. You know what's happening but you don't want to know.

You push the door open just slightly with your fingertips.

"Oh Marcus!"

Her back is to you but you know who it is. How could you not? Everything had been going wrong since she moved here.

She's straddling his lap, bouncing up and down with her head thrown back.

His fingers are tight on her hips and he's biting his lip.

You want to sink into the floor and disappear right then and there. This was some nasty nightmare that you'd wake up from soon. Right?

He whispers her name and then pulls her down to press his lips against hers.

It feels like there's a pool of acid in your stomach, just swirling around.

You back up, your back hits the wall of the hallway with a thud and the two go quiet.

"What was that?" She asks.

"It sounds like..."

The door swings open fully and there's Marcus, standing in front of you completely naked.

He stares at you and you stare at him.

Someone's crying but you can't figure out who's crying.

He ducks his head and you realize that you're the one crying. Ugly sobbing loud enough that you gave yourself away.

She appears behind him, snaking an arm around his waist with a grin.

"What are you doing here?" He chokes out.

You are desperately trying to even out your heaving breaths. Nothing works though, none of those stupid color breathing exercises can help you now.

Your hand stings and Ginny screams.

"Wait Y/N-"

"Don't!" You yell at him.

You take off, away from him and from her. Because maybe if you just run fast enough it will all go away.

You burst through the door to your room, startling Abby so badly that she almost falls off the bed.

You slam the door shut and press your back to it, sliding down slowly.

"Y/N?"

"I slapped her."

"Who? Who did you slap?"

You let your head fall forward so that it rests on your knees. "Ginny."

She gasps. "The Ginny?"

"The only Ginny." You whisper.

Abby sits down next to you and rubs your back. She doesn't pry she just lets you cry on her and eventually tell her what you had to witness.

[liveforjeongin]

hi can you do lees! hyunjin, seungmin, and lee know and lers! hyunjin, seungmin, and lee know

like they’re having a tickle fight

Nothing's Fair

Okay, first of all I wanna apologize. This is a request I got in OCTOBER and didn't even know how to start it until like last week, and I'm so sorry for making you wait so long, anon💔💔💔

I also have to confess I've never had or even witnessed a tickle fight (not really interested on it neither so-), so I just had no idea of how to do it, but I did my best and I hope is good.

Thank you for being so patient and thanks for the request<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: swearing, and... I think no more

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @channieissocute125

➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷

Minho, Hyunjin and Seungmin were in the mall. Seungmin wanted to buy some things and he asked his members to go with him, and who could say no to him if he looks at you with puppy eyes?

They were already about to go home when Hyunjin gave Seungmin a small poke on his ribs, according to him, to "calm him down", since the puppy-like boy was jumping around like a small kid, he had so much energy that day.

"H-HEY! Hyunjin!" Seungmin turned back and tickled for like 2 seconds Hyunjin's belly in return.

Hyunjin did his best to not yell through his laugh as he was used to, and just escaped the younger's hands.

Minho could help but chuckle at this whole scene, maybe they'll have something to do when they go back to the maknaes+Lino dorm...

Once back in the dorm, what Seungmin first did was organize all his new stuff, he was really organized and kind of a cleaning freak, so it wasn't weird from him to not even sit down first before organizing.

About 20 minutes later, Seungmin was already back in the living room with his members.

He sighed as he sat down next to Hyunjin "I hadn't realize I bought so many things..."

This made the other two chuckle, and Lino spoke up "To be honest, me neither. I guess you stop thinking about that when you're having fun"

Seungmin layed himself down across his two members laps "Yeah... I guess that's true" then closed his eyes for a second.

Serious mistake.

It didn't pass even a second before Minnie was attacked with tickles on his sides and armpits by the two dancers.

"N-NOHOHOHOH GUHUHUHUHUYS! WHAHAHAT DID I EVEN DOHOHOHO?!" Seung got to say through all his laughter

"Oh, nothing~. You were just being too cute~, besides, you put yourself in a very vulnerable position... We just can't help it~" Minho spoke.

"You also tickled me in the mall, you deserve this, Kim Seungmin~" Hyunjin teased, attacking even rougher the younger's sides.

"B-BUHUHUHUT YOU TIHIHIHIHICKLED ME FIRST!" Minnie defended himself.

"Mmmm... He's right, though. I think you deserve some tickling as well, Hyunjinnie~" Minho changed his target, now tickling Hyunnie's belly instead of Seung's armpits.

Seungmin sat back down again on the couch, going for Hyun's ribs.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO! THIS ISN'T FAHAHAHAHAIR!"

"Nothing's fair in this life, Hwang Hyunjin" Minnie started to change between tickling the ferret boy's ribs and sides, and Minho did the same with his belly and thighs.

Gosh, these guys were such merciless lers...

"OH MY GOHOHOHOD! HAHAHAHHAHAHA! HYUHUHUHUHUHUNG! SEUNGMIHIHIHIHIN! PLEHEHEHEASE STOP! STOHOHOHOHOHOP! IHIHI CAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIHIT!" Hyun begged through his laughter.

"Oh? But I thought you liked it~, am I wrong~?" Minho teased, not forgetting that time he tickled the younger dancer with Chan.

Extremely flustered, and in a kind of desperate act for stopping Lino from saying anything else, Hyunjin got to squeeze his side, forcing him to stop tickling him and just giggle.

Of course our Seungminnie wanted to join him, just to give Lee Know a taste of his own medicine, so he standed up and sat at the other side of the couch, next to Minho, and went for his thighs, a well known death stop of the older thanks to some braves who had dared to tickle him enough to find this out.

"FUHUHUHUHUCK! YOU TWO, STOHOHOHOP RIGHT NOW YOHOHOHOHOU BRATS!"

"Mmm... Not happening hyung. You always do this without any consequences... That's not fair at all, hyungie..." Minnie teased

"Seungminnie is right... You're the bratty one here, hyung. Accept it~"

Minho didn't want to accept it.

Of course not.

But shit... The sensations were too much.

"OKAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY OKAY FIHIHIHIHINE! IHIHIHI'M A BIT OF A BRAHAHAHAT... IHIHIHIHIHI'M SO SOHOHOHORRY!"

"Mmmm... I don't know... What do you think, Seungminnie? Should we let him go?"

"Mmmm..." Seungmin pretended to think about it, looking at his hyung getting wrecked so bad by them two "Okay, let's stop"

The two youngers stopped, leaving their hyung all breathless, he looked really cute... They couldn't help but cuddle him.

Lino just smiled to them and let himself be cared for. The three of them fell asleep there together very soon.

The best way to end the day undoubtedly.

➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷➷

This is my absolute record guys I wrote it in TWO HOURS

AT SCHOOL

I'm really proud of myself for getting to finish it, and even more in such a small time

Anyway, I hope y'all liked it :3

[navybrat817]

A Phone Call Away

Pairing: Motocross!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: No matter what, Ari is just a phone call away. Word Count: Almost 1.1k Warnings: Pining, slight angst and hurt/comfort, fluff and feels, reference to cheating (not by Ari), motocross!Ari Levinson (he’s a warning, okay? A/N: Fourth day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Beast and Sweetart! I can't wait to share more of them. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You sat on the floor as you unpacked your last box and took a moment to glance around your bedroom. You didn't realize how little you had at Carter's place until you went to get your things. True to his word, Ari got your phone back and helped you get everything out of there not long after. A couple of his friends showed up and were nice enough, but didn't say much to you. They made sure your ex wouldn't bother you or interfere. You only saw him for a split second and took great satisfaction when you noticed his black eye.

You didn't think you hit Carter hard enough to do any damage and Ari didn't mention punching him when he retrieved your phone. He only said that you wouldn't have to worry about your ex bothering you again. If he had hit him, you hoped he didn't get in any sort of trouble. You weren't worth it.

"You call me if you need anything," Ari said after he helped drop everything off. "Even if it's just to vent."

He saved his number as "Beast" under your contacts.

Thinking of that made you smile before you pulled a hand painted picture frame out of the box, staring at the photo of you and Carter inside. Most didn't know you well enough to spot that your smile in the picture was a bit forced. You may have pushed the red flags to the back of your mind, but your smile couldn't lie.

You glanced at your bed as flashes of Carter whirled through your mind. The physical part never seemed to be an issue, but it wasn't enough for him. Your stomach turned and you fought down bile that threatened to rise in your throat. You hadn't told your parents yet. They would find a way to blame you for him cheating.

But it isn't my fault, right?

You sniffled as you grabbed your phone and scrolled until you got to Ari's number. He had done more than enough for you and you didn't want to bother him, but the thought of talking to him comforted you. Was it because he looked like he could break you, but showed you a softer side?

You still couldn't believe you cried in his arms the way you did, but it was freeing in a sense to be vulnerable. Ari didn't seem like the type to judge either. A gentle giant.

He said he wants me to go to his next race, so maybe he wouldn't mind hearing from me.

Pressing on his name, you sniffled again as you waited in anticipation for him to answer. Your heart sank as three rings went by and he didn't pick up. He was probably busy between work, practice, and his friends. Or maybe there was someone else.

If there is, I can't be upset. I just got out of a relationship and he doesn't owe me a single thing.

"Hey, Sweetart," he answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Beast," you smiled, blood rushing to your cheeks as the nickname rolled off your tongue. "This isn't a bad time, is it?"

"I was just about to take a shower."

"Oh," you said, wondering if he was still dressed or if he was naked.

His massive body probably looked glorious under a spray of water.

Now that image is in my mind.

"I'm sorry I bothered you. I can talk to you later."

"No, no. It can wait," he assured you. "And you aren't bothering me. Told you to call me if you need anything."

"Thanks," you said softly.

You weren't sure what to say next and wondered if it was a mistake to call.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, breaking the silence. “Is he bothering you?”

So protective.

"No, he isn’t, but I don't know if I’m okay. My mind wandered a bit once I finished unpacking and I could feel that I was starting to get upset, so I called you," you explained, wiping at your eyes as you took a deep breath. "And since you aren't here to hug me, I wanted to talk to you. Hearing your voice is making me feel better."

This is the part where he tells me I'm crazy and to lose his number.

"I make you feel better?" he asked after a moment.

"Yeah, you do," you said truthfully.

You almost giggled at the admission. It probably sounded like you had a silly crush on him. Maybe you did. Beyond the physical attraction and intimidating aura was a protective and thoughtful man. He didn't strike you as the type to cheat or hurt anyone without good reason.

So if there was a positive in being hurt by Carter, it was meeting Ari.

"I thought I scared most people," he said quietly.

"You don't scare me," you said above a whisper.

Beast or not, you weren't afraid of him.

"You're just saying that because you want one of my amazing hugs."

"I could definitely use a hug," you smiled, imagining his arms around you. "You really have done a lot to help me recently and I can't thank you enough."

"You have nothing to thank me for. I wanted to help you."

Ari's voice soothed you as you tucked your knees under your chin. "I owe you and the guys pizza and beer, at least."

They took time out of their day to deal with your mess and refused to let you pay them for helping you get your things. You wanted to do something. It was the least you could do.

"Don't tell Barnes and Rogers that because they'll take advantage of your generosity," he chuckled, making you smile. "But if you really want to, I can set something up after the next race. You're still going, right?"

Does he sound nervous or am I imagining that?

"I'll be there," you promised. You wouldn't break your word. "Why do I have a feeling I won't end up paying a cent?"

"Because your money's no good here."

"That isn't fair," you giggled.

"Maybe not, but it made you laugh," he pointed out.

"Yeah, it did," you said.

"So, what's your favorite kind of pizza?"

You spent the next hour talking to Ari, eventually moving from the floor to your bed so you could get comfortable. He kept the conversation light, like he knew you didn't have the energy to discuss anything too heavy. By the time you wrapped up the call, your ex and the unpleasant feelings from earlier were far from your mind.

All thanks to Beast.

Slow(ish) burn of sorts? He'll be so good to you. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[sugolara]

𝙇𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

series m.list || next

Rebirth

• • •

For as long as she could remember, guilt was all she could feel. It roamed in her head like a plague that threatened to spread further and further, soon to take over her body and be in complete control. Why is it that she felt so guilty?

When she hadn't done anything wrong.

"F/n?" The sound of her name brought her back to reality. She stared at the familiar pair of heterochromia eyes as they worriedly looked at her. That's right, she had forgotten she was in class.

"Are you okay?" Shoto asked as he eyed his childhood friend. He continued to stare at her as she stared blankly at him.

She blinked, then let out a small smile, embarrassingly scratching her cheek, "Sorry, I didn't get enough sleep last night. I was replaying the movie I had watched in my mind and I guess you caught me spacing out."

Her friend shook his head, "I texted you last night to sleep. I'm assuming you disregarded my message, right?"

"Yeah, sorry. I was really into the movie." She said as she let out another chuckle. Ahead, she watched as Denki messed around with Katsuki. She sat near her friends as they waited for their classmates to enter and for their homeroom teacher to begin class.

The bi-colored hair male looked at the side of her face. Her eyebags had seemed to get larger. Just yesterday they seemed fine, but it almost looked like she had been crying which concerned the male. Especially since he knew her history, “Have you been taking your medications?”

She glanced at him again, rolling her eyes in the process with a smile, “Yes, dad. One last night and one this morning. My next one is tonight, like always.”

His worriedness washed away as he smiled, a tiny smile that he only held for her, “I’m just making sure. You always forget to take it.”

“Well, I took it this time, alright?” She said, looking away from him, “I’ll make sure to message you again tonight.” 

Next to her, Tenya let out a disappointed sigh as he readjusted his glasses. He shook his head as he watched the boys roughly mess around, "Almost two years and they still don't know how to behave. How absurd."

Shoto, who after finishing his conversation with F/n, scrolled through his phone, "I think they were just born like that."

Ochaco giggled as Katsuki grabbed a fistful of Denki's hair and shook him, "I don't know, it's kind of entertaining."

"And also reckless." Tenya motioned his hands up and down, "They're almost adults and yet they behave like children."

"Again," Shoto placed his phone down, "I think they were born like that. Or maybe dropped as a kid."

While Ochaco giggled at Shoto's comment, F/n smiled at him, "Look at you trying to be funny. New year, new you, huh?"

"It's also very rude." Tenya added.

Shoto smiled, ignoring the navy-haired male, "Was I being funny?"

"Guess new you still don't understand humor." Ochaco said as she let out a content sigh.

Three months into their second year of school and yet everyone is the same. That didn't bother the h/c haired girl. Though, she did wish some people like Katsuki would change their attitude. However, she does wonder if this year will be different.

She hoped for it to be a good difference.

"Oh, right." Ochaco perked up, "Have you guys heard?"

The three friends raised their brows, "Heard what?"

She smiled, "Apparently, we have a new boy coming to our class!"

"A new student?" Tenya thought for a second, "How come I wasn't informed? I'm the Class Rep."

"It was probably last minute." Shoto pointed out, "Momo would have said something if she knew as well."

F/n agreed, "Yeah, but why are we having a new student? Isn't our class full?"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't heard." Tenya lifted his arm, "Minoru Mineta got expelled last week for his inappropriate actions towards Momo. That's why he hasn't been around. It was time for him to leave anyway."

"Yep! And in return we get a hot, attractive guy to replace him!" Mina, with a big grin, interrupted them as she, Kyoka and Momo entered class.

"How do you even know if he's attractive? You haven't even met him." Kyoka pointed out as she headed for her seat, annoyed at Mina.

"Because I can just feel it!" Mina shouted and laughed as she followed after the purple-haired friend, "Plus, I think I just saw him in the hallway."

Momo shook her head and greeted everyone good morning. Ochaco moved away from her seat and talked to Mina as she squealed about the new kid being hands off. The boys only groaned in annoyance.

"Nobody cares about some damn extra!" Katsuki shouted at her, ensuing an argument.

Tenya continued to shake his head and attempted to deescalate the situation, but unfortunately the argument was turned on him. In their seats, F/n smiled as Shoto eyed his friend, "Aren't you curious who this new kid might be?"

F/n shrugged, "Not really. It's just a new kid. If anything he'll turn out like Denki or Katsuki."

"I would've thought you would be at least a little curious, especially if it's a boy." Shoto added as he looked away from her.

"Aw!" She poked his cheeks, "Are you jealous that I might replace you?"

He huffed lightly with tinted cheeks, "No."

She let go of his face and chuckled, "Don't worry, Shoto. I won't go anywhere. Nothing can ever separate us anyways!"

Right on time, the school bell rang and the classroom door opened and in stepped Mr. Aizawa with a meek kid following behind, "Everyone sit down, I have an announcement to make. This is your new classmate. Please make him feel welcome and what not. Introduce yourself."

"I-I'm Izuku M-Midoriya! Please take care of me!" He bowed down, feeling embarrassed with the sudden attention.

"Oh. He's kind of plain looking." Mina's face fell in disappointment.

Ochaco blushed a little, "He's kind of cute."

"What the hell!?" Katsuki yelled, frightening Izuku, "What are you doing here, Deku!?"

"Oh, good, you know someone." Mr. Aizawa boringly pointed behind F/n, "There's your seat."

Izuku nodded and quickly rushed towards his seat, avoiding Katsuki's death stare. However, as his eyes moved forward, they pinned themselves on F/n. It was only a quick second, but Izuku's breath hitched as she looked at him.

While the lesson continued and played as background, Izuku eyed her back. It had seemed like things were getting harder for him. He was just glad that he had found her once again.

Is it the same as always?

Why can't it be different this time?

As always, there is a lot of work to do.

But for now, Izuku had to think of a way to approach her. Maybe this time, things can go smoothly if cards are played right.

[isaacswhy]

Habits

tanner x gn!reader (sfw) summary: you notice all of the new habits tanner picks up after you started dating. he's pretty clingy. requested?: yes, by @marswhyyy (a/n: sorry it's a little short but it's sweet <3)

It was hard to determine when it really started. You pinpointed it about a few days after you and Tanner had begun dating. He'd asked you to go out with him, and how could you say no? You'd been seeing him around the house for a while and couldn't help but stare, so you were overjoyed he returned your own feelings.

After three real dates, you asked Tanner if you could try sleeping in his room, and maybe even fully moving in later down the line. He enthusiastically agreed, his goofy smile spreading across his face as your heart lit up. This was the moment you knew that he was a keeper.

The first night you slept in his room, he was streaming. You wandered in and noticed he was talking to his screen more than usual, so you peered over and saw OBS up on his second monitor. You didn't mind being in people's streams, so you popped in and said hello to chat. He was winding down for the night, so it didn't take long before he said his goodbyes and ended the broadcast.

As soon as it ended, Tanner wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. You really did appreciate all of the hours he spent at the gym, since you could always admire his physique and he could easily manhandle you. He brought you to his bed and gave you a light toss onto the blankets before jumping on himself.

For the next three nights, Tanner would sleep with his arms firmly around your waist. In the daytime hours, he would wander into your room and lay on your bed as you played assorted games. He'd walk over to your setup and stand there, watching you play, and you'd ask how he wasn't bored. He would shrug and just say, "I like it."

You'd go to the kitchen, and within five minutes, Tanner would be there. He'd help you cook, reach things you couldn't, or just sit around on one of the stools, on his phone. You put the pieces together eventually one day while you were making breakfast pancakes for yourself and your boyfriend, who was idly sitting and scrolling his Twitter feed.

"Tanner," You finally spoke up.

Tanner looked up from his phone and smiled at you. "Yeah?"

"I figured you out."

Tanner paused, looking a little startled. "Uh.. okay? What did you figure out?"

You motioned towards him with your spatula. "Why you just.. sit around like that."

"I'm just waiting for pancakes, chef."

"No, you're not. You'll just follow me around the house like a puppy and do your own thing as long as you're in the same room as me."

Your boyfriend stopped and looked as if he was thinking about what you just said. "I guess.. I guess you're right. Huh."

"Wait, you didn't notice that?"

"No, I just wander around the house."

"It just so happens almost everywhere you wander, I'm there."

"That makes sense, yeah."

"So I think I've got you pinned, Tanner. Of course you like cuddling and all that, but your love language.. it's quality time, isn't it?"

"I mean, I do like spending time with you. I just kinda.. feel like being around you all the time."

"Well, duh. You're my boyfriend. I'd hope you'd want to be around me."

"Of course. But I think you're right. You're in my head all day, like some damn plague."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"It is."

You smiled to yourself, finding yourself staring at the boy at the counter. He stared right back, and you almost wanted to cry in the moment. He was such a keeper.

"You're burning the pancakes."

"Oh, shit."

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Author's Note: A version with photos is linked below. Scroll down—if that is what you desire.

Uh oh. It's getting pretty hard isn't it...

Get it? Hard? Because your cock is getting so hard and I bet it's getting harder and harder to keep yourself from touching it.

I mean, if I'm giving you the hot muscular body and the confidence and charisma for you to shake loose the bonds of your rise through the ranks but you can't get it without a cost, or at least a trial. Frankly in transformation circles, the rule is common: wanna keep your brains? You don't get to cum for 24 hours while the magic of the transformation... "cures."

I guess I didn't tell you how hard it would become. And the willpower you've gotta wield to keep those precious smarts in your head is drawing thinner and thinner as it gets harder and harder.

I gotta be honest, you're doing so well even though it's so hard. You have just a half an hour left—thirty minutes before you can cum. Thirty minutes and you don't have to worry any more. I believe in you; it's not that long, it's not that hard, you can wait for that sweet release. Even though the time seems to slow, even though the pleasure builds... you can keep your hands off that long hard—

Oh dear. It got to be too much, didn't it. You thought a quick graze, a light touch, the briefest of moments would release the pressure and keep you going. You felt that jolt, that hot flash, that pulse of pleasure— no! It's too hard. It's too long. It just feels too good...

...but it helped. It bought you another minute. It's only... twenty three minutes now... so you could try it again...

Feel the wave of pleasure course through you as you give it a rub, two rubs, thr— no. That's enough... let it settle, let it wane, let it swell again, and another three minutes gone.

You can touch it again—once, twice, three times. You let the wave flow through your body—cloud your mind, settle. Two minutes gone.

And rub again, swell, relief, wane.

And rub again, swell, relief, wane.

And rub again, and again, and again.

It's so hard. It's so long. It feels so good, but the only way to keep it at bay is to give in just enough, rub just slowly enough, release only a little of that pleasure as time stretches longer. The last minutes slow to an agonizing fog of horniness as you keep yourself edging on the precipice of release without crossing over. Closer and closer to climax until...

Though the fog, you hear your alarm. Time was up. Release. Relief. You did it. You have the body, the charisma, and the brains, and now you could afford to take it all in. You could finally take that new dick through it's first test drive. It was time to...

Release, relief, pleasure. It overtakes your body and mind all in one instant. It pulses through you in waves and clouds your mind in horniness while cum shoots, and shoots, and shoots. out of your cock. You long cock. Your hard cock. Your beautiful cock. The pleasure recedes and your muscles relax and your mind settles... and clears... and empties in the post climactic bliss. It just felt so good. You've never felt so good. You sat for a moment... a minute? an hour?

You knew you wanted something... a job... a position... something else? But all you could process was that orgasm... your throbbing cock... your pleasure... your horniness swelling back into you. It gets harder. It gets longer. It just keeps feeling better and better...

————————

I suppose I should explain... That common rule: you can't cum or you'll ejaculate your brains outta your dick—that's not a real thing. No, unfortunately for him, the best way for him to have kept his smarts was to cum immediately. I've never had anyone make it the full day, though. He is so horny, he doesn't have room in that braincell of his to process much more. He's gonna be rubbing that cock of his all-day, everyday. Aww, seems kinda pathetic really. Maybe I'll send in a few guys to suck his dick and make sure he drinks some water or something. And maybe help him set up a Grindr and an OnlyFans.

Hey all, This story had pictures but certain censors found them to be to dangerous for this community—you know, erotic content. Blah blah blah. As a result I've taken a step common in the community and created a Blogspot.

[effervescentdragon]

For the prompt game:

'Dont i have the right to know? + pairing of your choice 👀

this is, subjectively, the worst thing i've ever written. <3

The news breaks in the paddock first.

Maybe it doesn't, though. Maybe it breaks in gossip magazines, or trash tabloids, or whatever else people read. Charles doesn't know because it's not for him to know. He has people to deal with those things. People to tell him what's being said, what's happening, what he needs to know and what he needs to pretend not to know.

"Did you see the news about Seb?" Carlos says, and Charles' heart speeds up because the Mercedes seat is open still, and - "- didn't think he was the type," Carlos continues, and Charles didn't hear what - "was gonna be Rosberg, or Jenson."

"What?" Charles says, because he didn't hear, but then Silvia storms into the room and goes straight for Charles.

"Did you know about this?" she asks, and he doesn't like the gleam in her eye.

"About what?" Charles repeats, pissed off now because nobody is telling him anything, except it's something about Seb, and he doesn't -

"The divorce," Silvia says, finally, with a little cruel twist to her mouth and Charles doesn't remember anything except stammering a weak and truthful "No" and then being pulled into a meeting on how to deal with the press and the questions and many things that Charles can't remember, because his brain is on a loop of divorce-divorce-Seb is getting a divorce.

-

Everybody is talking about it and Charles isn't thinking about it.

"Had no idea," he says to Alex. "We don't talk that much," he repeats to both Max and Lando. "I don't know why," he rolls his eyes at Carlos and George. "I'd tell you if I knew," he lies to Piere, and then goes to stand by himself on the truck before the race.

He waves at the fans and ignores everything until there's a bump at his hip. He looks down and it's Lewis, waving the same way Charles is, his eyes on the crowd.

"You didn't know," he says with a fake smile, and Charles forces himself not to react.

"No," is all Charles can say, shaking his head a little. "Haven't heard from him in a while."

Lewis hums. "Makes sense," he says, chuckling a little, and then Valtteri comes over an Charles wants to shake Lewis because, how the fuck does it make sense? It fucking doesn't, none of this makes sense and it's not - Charles doens't - how could -

The race, Charles thinks. The race first, everything else second. Racing first. Always.

Charles is a racing driver first. Always.

-

He misses the podium for a breath.

He doese everything right, answers the questions, gives feedback, it's all fine, it's all alright, he's handling it all well, another missed podium, another shit race, another question, another thing to deal with, it's fine, it's all good -

-he slams the door in Andrea's face.

"I'm fine!" he yells, and he'll apologize, he just needs a fucking moment alone.

The floor is hard under his thighs but he can't drag himself to the couch yet. It's fine. He taps on the phone screen next to him. Andrea must have given it to him. Charles doesn't remember.

He scrolls for too long and sends the message before he can calm down.

didnt i have the right to know??

He's not expecting a response. He isn't. He's trained himself out of that a long while ago.

The phone lights up.

I didn't know how to tell you.

No apology. No nothing. Charles scoffs, his hands shaking.

oh i dont know, maybe when u were fucking me in sicily last

or fucking me in monaco

or when i was fucking you in switserland

at any point then would be ok

There's sweat running down his face. His overalls are too heavy. He also needs to pee.

He leans back onto the door, staring at the screen. There's a lot of notifications, but it can all wait.

This can't.

I'm sorry about your race. You deserved a podium.

He stares at the screen incredulously.

fuck you seb

i deserved to know

He mutters a curse in Italian as he grabs for the water bottle and drinks some more. He doesn't have much more time.

He isn't expecting an answer. He isn't. There is no point expecting anything from Seb. Never was.

I know.

There's nothing left to say. Charles should get up and change and open the door for Andrea and Joris and whoever else is waiting for him. There's nothing else Seb will say.

Charles should get up and leave his phone.

Charles should block Sebastian Vettel's number and never talk to him again.

The phone lights up.

I can tell you in England? That's where I'm moving, for a while.

Charles should do a lot of things that he doesn't.

-

"-and get my phone," Charles shouts, halfway through the door.

Andrea sighs fondly and leans down, picking up Charles' phone from the floor.

It's unlocked. Andrea doesn't want to look, but his eyes are faster than his fingers and he catches the last two messages before the screen goes black.

i'll come between two headers

I am counting on it ;-)

[chyeyuj]

could you do hanni x gp!reader? preferably hanni sub

gp ! sub ! bestfriend ! hanni x dom ! fem ! reader

genre : smut

note : gp hanni instead, and no smut bcs i srsly have no motivation rn. sorry !!!

hanni had invited you to her sleepover and of course you couldn't decline her invitation. you were now sitting on her bed and scrolling through your phone, waiting for hanni to come back with food. it didn't take that long for her to come,but you didn't see any food in her hands. "sorry yn, i couldn't find any snacks. i forgot that i ate all of them before..haha." she then sits next to you, looking at you with a small frown. "its okay, I'll order food for us, tell me what you want. I'll buy it for you." you gave her a pat on the head. "um..lets have pizza!" she grabs your phone then ordered some pizza for the both of you. "its going to take long, i hope we dont starve to death." you joked but she didn't seem to listen. "hanni?" you called out for her, yet she still isn't listening. "hanni." you got infront of hanni this time, looking straight into her. "oh- sorry, my bad." she apologized, causing you to sigh as you sat back next to her. "well, what do you want to do while we wait?" you asked her, she seems to zone out again but soon snaps out of it. "um..i dont know, i dont mind doing anything." she looks at you, she was acting weird but you didnt want to jump into conclusions. "anything?..then you dont mind if you do..." as you said that, hanni immediately turned red which was very suspicious of her. she would flirt back but this time she's reacting differently. "nevermind, do you want to play video games?" you changed the topic, which worked because she was getting excited. "oh oh, im so gonna beat you!!" you laughed at this, she looked cute and you had always liked it. "alright, let me choose a game." you said, getting up and walking to her desk where there are some games lying around.

you eventually picked one, it was a mario kart game. you knew you weren't going to win since hanni is good at the game but the other game options were boring.

you both were currently playing the game, but it was weird. hanni kept bumping into things which was unusual. you were ahead of her but she was still so far behind you. you looked at hanni, noticing how her hands were slightly shaking as she holds the controller. seeing this you stopped and look at her. "hanni, are you okay? your hands are shaking. maybe we should stop." you put your controller down and grab her controller away from her. hanni was looking at you, her face red. "yn, I've been meaning to confess something." she grabs both of your hands, still looking up at you. "ihaveacrushonyouforsolongandthefactthatimactinglikethisisbecauseialsohaveaboner." she blurted out. she was being honest....too honest. "you didn't really have to say the last part but, i like you too hanni." you gave her a hug and also a pat on the back. "so we're.." "a thing." you continued her sentence as you pulled away to look at her with a smile. "oh my god....lets go on a date." she got up from her bed, bringing you along with her. "what about your boner?" "we'll get to it after the date."

[michelleleewise]

Miss You

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: all the angst, ambiguous ending, mentions of breakup, hurt, pining, regret, unrequited love, heartbreak

Summary: when two hearts can't let go...

A/n- this came to me when the lovely @springdandelixn sent me this song, and the angst fell out of me lol

You waited until he left, his heavy footsteps traveling down the hall "I can't do this right now." He had said. Same fight...different day. You were used to, numb to it. You knew the dark secret that laid dormant in your soul, and so did he. He had told you he loved you many times when all you could offer in return was a smile. He was patient, forgiving, kind to a fault...but he wasn't him.

Hearing the front door open and close you got up from the bed, slipping your robe on you walked to the couch sitting down as you unlocked your phone. You cursed yourself for what happened as tears welled in your eyes. why did you say it...why did his name leave your lips when you were tangled with another. You never wanted to hurt him, you cared about him immensly, but why couldn't your heart let go...let you move on...heal.

You let out a sigh scrolling through your contacts as you landed on his name. Looking at the time you knew he was awake, but what if she was with him...would he even talk to you. A tear slipped out landing on the screen of your phone as you hit the green button, taking a deep breath you held it to your ear...holding your breath as it rang...waiting to be sent to voicemail...knowing you would be rejected when the other side picked up...hearing his voice on the other side making your eyes burn.

"Hello?" His deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, your own voice caught in your throat hearing him. "Is anyone there?" He asked again, silence engulfing you as your heart raced...you should hang up...you shouldn't have called him. Clearing your throat you did your best to find your voice "l..loki.." you eeked out wiping your face hearing shuffling on the other end "y/n? Why are you calling so late? Is everything ok?" He asked, urgency laced in his voice "y...yes, im fine, I just..." you trailed off looking down "i didnt mean to disturb you." You whispered "you are not dear, but its a bit hard for me to talk right now." He whispered, hearing a door open and close on his end.

You sniffled, wiping the tears from your cheek. "Darling why are you crying?" He asked, your thoughts swirled in your head as you finally spoke "i..I miss you." You said closing your eyes, waiting for him to inevitably hang up on you "y/n..." he said, sighing into the phone "I'm sorry, I just...remember that trip we took last year to Paris..." you said, remembering the week long trip. The museums, art galleries, the nights spent tangled between the sheets with him "how could I forget?" He laughed making you smile.

You cleared your throat looking out the window into the night sky "what happened to us? We were happy werent we?" You sighed feeling your lip tremble "I don't know y/n, it just...maybe we weren't meant to work." He said making you frown "does he know you called me? I don't want to cause you any problems." He said softly "he...he isn't here. He went out." You replied, feeling the knot in your stomach remembering the argument from earlier "is...is she there?" You asked hesitantly feeling your heart speed up "yes, she's in the other room that's why I must be quiet, but I'm sure she doesn't know." He whispered.

You smiled hearing water running in the background, knowing he was making his nightly tea as the silence overwhelmed you "are you still there darling?" He asked shuffling something around "yes...I'm here." You whispered looking back down to the floor "it's kind of funny you called, I had a dream about you last night." He said, you could hear the smile in his voice over the line "oh...what about?" You asked smiling "I probably shouldn't say." He laughed again making your heart skip "I dreamt of you too.." you said back, the knot in your stomach tightening. "You know, sometimes I wish she was you.." he trailed off clearing his throat "me too.." you breathed, feeling the burning in your eyes again.

"Loki..." you whispered, your emotions floating to the surface hearing him sigh "hearing my name from your lips..." he whispered "you know what it does to me." He continued "tell me again...please." you breathed into the phone "your voice is a balm to my soul. Hearing my name fall from your lips is like the sweetest honey, it makes me weak...you have the lips of an angel...my angel...my salvation, you make it hard to be faithfull..." He said making you shiver, your face heating at his words "I wish..." he started when you heard him shuffle the phone

"Loki, are you coming to bed?" She asked, making your chest tighten "yes, I'll be right there darling." He said back to her. You closed your eyes about to hang up "love, are you still there?" He whispered "I'm sorry i...I shouldn't have called." Your voice trembling as you tried to hold yourself together. "I...I never want to say goodbye, but..." you trailed off feeling a tear stream down your cheek. "I guess neither of us truly moved on did we?" He said, his voice wavering as he sighed. "I will always love you Loki." You whispered, fighting the sob that tried to escape. "And I you...my angel." He said, his voice cracking as you pulled the phone away hitting the red button ending the call.

You slid to the floor, pulling your knees to to your chest you finally let go. The arguments...the accusations...the toxicity that had turned your happily ever after into a living nightmare. Your heart breaking a second time knowing you may never see your happy ending as you leaned your head on your knees, your shoulders trembling as sobs wracked through you. The "what if's" running on repeat when you heard the front door open and quietly click shut. You straightened up a bit, hearing him take his boots off you wiped your face trying your best to compose yourself, hearing his heavy footsteps come into the living room as he walked over kneeling in front of you.

"Y/n, I think we need to talk." He said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You looked up, your eyes meeting his bright blue ones seeing the sadness in them as be reached up wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb "o..ok Thor." You breathed, bracing for what was to come.

@vbecker10 @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl @kinky-faerie @xorpsbane @midnights-ramblings @simping-for-marvel @holdmytesseract @kkdvkyya @slpnbty2001 @lokixryss @vane28282 @violethaze @coldnique @aniar4wniak @nate-ate-hate @buttercupcookies-blog @brattymum96 @dukes2581 @your-taste-on-my-lips @mybaby @blog-the-lilly @irishhappiness @sinsandguilt @filthyhiddles @lovebyloki @kikster606 @javagirl328 @misunderstoodself @highkeysimpingforloki @eleniblue @commanding-officer @athalialaufeyson @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lokiandbuckysdoll @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @high-functioning-lokipath @kittiowolf210 @slytherclaw1227 @joyfullymassivewhispers @wolfsmom1 @libbybeaz @lokikissesmyforehead @goblingirlsarah @thomase1 @harlequin-hangout

[lithium80writer]

Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

Characters and Intro

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI. Toxic relationship. Drugs. Angst.⚠️

Summary: Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

********

Chapter One: Talk Soon

****Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like..****

Nova's POV

You hear a text come in as you lay in bed next to your current boyfriend. You reach over and unlock your phone.

Eddie: What are you wearing right now?

You glance over and see Max scrolling through instagram. You roll over on your side and see another text pop up.

Eddie: Baby?

You: Not your baby, Eds.

You text back quickly and wait. I'll tease him for a minute.

Eddie: Pic downloading.

Oh shit. He looks good. Really fucking good.

He's in bed. You see his black silk sheets beneath him. His long hair is wild, his curls an absolute mess. Every tattoo on his chest and abdomen on clear display. The picture stops at his v line making you crave more.

You: Fuck baby.

Eddie: I miss you.

You scroll through your pictures. Tits or ass? You find a nice one of you in your lingerie sitting on your bathroom counter. Your ass looks perfect in the mirror, your face looking back, giving your best fuck me eyes. And... send.

Eddie: Nova, you're fucking killing me.

You: Goodnight, Eddie.

Eddie: Fuck you.

You: Maybe another time.

Eddie: 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

You: 😘

Eddie: 🖤

You smile and set your phone down on your nightstand.

"Who was that?" Max asks as he leans over and kisses your cheek softly.

"Just my mom." you lie as you snuggle in close to him.

Eddie Munson. Self proclaimed rock god and my ex boyfriend. A fucking asshole... and my soulmate.

Eddie's POV

Nova Gray. You have no idea what you're doing to me, baby. No... she definitely knows.

Just one more look. You open your phone and click on her messages, pulling up the picture again. That ass.. she knows I love her in pink... lace spread across her perfect curves..and those fucking eyes.

I love those eyes. I love staring down at her as she takes me in her mouth. She looks so good on her fucking knees.

You need her. You always crave her more once she leaves. Once she's finally given up. You want her to want you.. to need you. You fuck up again and again but she's fucking crazy too. You both are.

It's so good until it isn't anymore. You fight a lot. A lot, a lot. But then it inevitably leads to sex... and the sex... there's nothing like it. She'll come back. She always comes back.

I know no one fucks her like I do. And I fucking thrive off of it. I know she still wants me. I want her too. I always want her.

Max... what a fucking joke. You know she picked him just to irritate the hell out of you. And it worked. A well known actor. Never touched a drug in his life. No drama. His career had no end in sight. He was perfect.

But he wasn't Eddie fucking Munson.

You're fucking hard now. That picture making you think wild thoughts. I wonder if dickhead is asleep yet.

Nova's POV

You hear your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You see Eddie's name on the screen. His contact photo is still one of you and him. A big grin on his face as you kiss his cheek. It's one of your favorite pictures.

You hesitate for a moment as you glance over at Max sleeping soundly. Shit.

"Eddie, I can't talk right now." you whisper into the phone.

"Dickhead there?" his deep tone immediately sending you into a spiral.

"Yes.. Max is here."

"Is he next to you?" he continues in a low tone.

"Yes, Eddie. He's sleeping.. I have to go." you try but he rushes to speak.

"You don't have to say anything. Just listen, yeah?"

Fuck, you know that tone. And you know where this is going. Bad thoughts enter your mind immediately. Say it, Eds. Please say it.

"Touch yourself baby.." Eddie orders through the phone.

Yes.

"I can't Eds.." you say in a hushed tone. Your eyes flick back to Max who is snoring lightly.

"For me?" he pouts.

"Eddie..."

"You know you're going to, stop with the fucking games." he chuckles and you feel annoyed but turned on at the same time. He's not wrong.

You slip your hand in your panties, feeling the slickness coat your fingers.

"Are you touching yourself?" you can practically hear his stupid little smirk through the phone.

"Yes." you give in.

"That's my good girl.. start slow." His voice is deep. Demanding.

"Rub your clit for me, sweetheart."

You begin making circles, listening to his voice.

"Fuck I wish I was there." Eddie moans in your ear, making you even wetter.

"What next, baby?" you breathe into the phone.

"Mm.. is that pussy wet?"

"Mhmm. So wet." you moan quietly.

"Fuck.. go faster baby."

You speed up your fingers as your breathing picks up.

"I'm gonna make you fucking scream next time I see you." he snarls.

You can hear his breathing getting ragged on the other end of the phone.

"I'm.. fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." he growls and you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

You move your fingers in and out even faster. A soft whimper escapes your lips.

"Don't cum yet, baby. We're gonna cum together." Eddie groans.

Your eyes close as you listen to him.

"I can't wait to fucking taste you. God, I miss that pussy." he pants.

"I miss your cock, Eds."

"I know you do, baby. And I'm gonna give it to you soon... really fucking soon sweetheart."

You try to keep your noises quiet but you can feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Promise?"

"Oh I promise.. I'm gonna fuck you real good."

"E-Eddie.." you pant breathlessly.

"You're a bad girl, Nova. Thinking about me when he's right next to you." Eddie laughs wickedly.

"You're... such an asshole." you moan and he laughs again.

"Are you my little slut... hmm? You're a little slut for me, aren't you?" he hums and you feel yourself right on the edge.

"Y-yes.." you whimper.

"Do you miss me, baby?"

"Always." you let out a hushed moan.

"Mmm.. almost there baby... I'm almost there." he moans in your ear.

"Cum for me, Eddie." you moan louder than intended. Max rolls over and your breathing stops.

His snoring resumes a second later as you hear Eddie breathing heavily.

"Are you close?"

"S-so close." you whisper as your back begins to arch. Your body tingles all over as you play with your pussy.

"I wanna hear how wet you are." he demands.

You take the phone and place it low, your fingers moving quickly, the sounds of your excitement loud.

You let him listen for a moment before bringing him back to your ear.

"Jesus Christ.." Eddie lets out a needy moan bringing you even closer.

"I want you inside me, Eddie." you say as glide your fingers in and out faster and faster.

"You want me deep in that pussy?"

"Yes." you breathe.

"So fucking deep, baby?" he mumbles deeply.

"S-so deep." you let out an unrestrained moan.

"You're gonna wake up your boy toy, Nova." Eddie teases.

"Fuck you." you whimper.

"Soon. Cum for me. Be a good girl and..."

"Ohhh." your muscles clamp down around your fingers and you bite down on your lip trying to conceal your cry of pleasure.

"Sh-shit..." you hear deep grunt of satisfaction followed by shallow breaths and know he finished as well.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you slow your breathing.

"Talk soon, sweetheart." Click.

Fucking prick.

Masterlist found here 🖤

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

"What's Your Name?"

kai anderson x female reader part 2.

part 1!

content: reader is pregnant, doctors appointment, cuddling, mentions of death, just fluff.

Kai picked you up from your home about a week later, the two of you heading to the doctors appointment that was schedules for today.

The car ride was silent. It was a mix of awkward and comfortable silence. There really was nothing to say.. what were you supposed to say?

It didn't take long to get to the building, heading inside and taking the paperwork before sitting a whole chair apart from one another. A random person would have thought you were two people here for unrelated reasons with how Kai just scrolled through Facebook and you filled out paperwork.

Exchanging no words until the doctor calls your name, inviting you to the back.

As you stand up, Kai follows with a hand on your shoulder closest to his, letting go at the door.

The ultrasound was ready and you saw the screen. "There's nothing there." You say.

"That's not your uterus.." The doctor giggled softly, leading down the weird camera thing.

"There still isn't anything there." You start to believe the tests could have possibly been wrong.

"Right here." She points at a small pea sized little dot.

Confusion lingered on your face. "That's my baby?"

The doctor again giggles. "Yes ma'am." She says before the camera zoomed in to show something that was very evidently a baby.

All you could do was stare at the screen as the doctor left the room for a moment. Oh my god. This was your child you were looking at. You look at Kai, who's looking at you.

Sighing and looking away, throwing an arm over your eyes. "I'm so tired, the lights hurting my eyes."

"You sleep bad last night?" Kai asks.

"Horrible. I felt so sick and hot and uncomfortable." You groan and take your arm off your face. "I wanna take a nap after this."

"We're gonna get lunch first."

"What are we getting?" You ask, intrigued and sitting up to look at him better.

He shrugs, "Whatever you want, mama."

And there the two of you went, to go get lunch.

Afterwards, Kai brought you a different way from your house.

"You missed our exit." You yawn in tiredness.

"I know, I want you to come to my place. I'll let you sleep there; I just wanna talk to you first."

And so he brought you to his home, where he'd being you to the basement and sit you down at a table where he'd sit across from you.

Kai held up his pinkie, "Take my pinkie."

Holding up your own before chaining it to his.

"Promise to tell the brutal truth?" He asks, raising his brows and you nod. "Do you get scared easy?"

"No." Is all you reply with.

"What if I was a killer?"

"Then that'd be pretty unfortunate if you killed us." You say, referring to yourself and your baby.

Kai smiles softly. "Have you ever killed someone?"

"Almost. I was about.. maybe seven when I caused a fire on the playground. I tried for days to light a fire with two sticks, when I did I was so surprised I threw the sticks down and all the wood chips went ablaze." You giggle in the memory. "I wish that bitch caught on fire."

"So you've wanted to kill someone before.?"

"God knows I'd set the world on fire if I could." You think for a moment. "Kai?" Your eyes lock. "Are you a killer?"

He hesitates, "I'm a mastermind. I'm a leader, the leader of vengeance."

"Cool. What do you mean leader?" You ask, yawning.

"A cult." He takes his pinkie away, standing up and taking your arm. "Now you're gonna go nap."

Walking with him as he leads you to a mattress lying on the floor. "Wait I wanna know more."

He lays you down and you pout. "Tell me about your cult, Mr. Anderson." You pat the side of the bed next to you as you lay on your side, facing him. He crawls onto the bed and lays down as you snuggle into his side.

There was only one pillow, so you chose to use Kai's chest as your pillow and he'd use the other one.

Kai told you about the killing, how he's city council, which you didn't know because you hate politics.. How he had Meadow attempt to assassinate him. The masks. Basically everything I needed to know.

And to that, you fell asleep in his arms to his raspy voice talking about his plans as city council and how he's gonna take over.