#there's SO MUCH to unpack darn it

[protobrieile]

maybe i should make a masterdoc. we used to have a ff nilex masterdoc and that was fun

[myperfectfatdads]

Old Men

My friend Mike had just invited me and one of my other best friends Jake. Us three have always been really close since birth we have been going to the same school with each other for years and we even are all going to the same college right now. Not trying to brag but us three are all women magnets.

I’m the one on the right Jake is the one in the middle and you guessed it Mike is the one to the right. We’ve made it our goal to go the gym together every single day after our classes and it’s really starting to show. Mike’s vacation house was not close I was thinking we were going to have to take a plane but I guess we can drive there even though it was a nine hour drive to his house, at least I’m with my best buddies. Normally when we go out to his vacation house which is not often, we go with his whole family but this time his family is out of town so we have the whole place to ourselves! Getting to the house it’s huge, I’ve been to his other house but not this one it was me and Jake’s first time. “Woah man this place is really nice” says Jake, “thanks bro I mean I wish this was my real home not just for vacation” says Mike. “My bedroom is upstairs and it’s perfect because next to my bedroom are two extra bedrooms where you guys can sleep.” Says Mike, “here I’ll help you guys unpack your stuff.” Remember when I said his family was out of town they are but he doesn't really have much family he is an only child and his mom died at a young age so all he has left is his dad. But Mike hates his dad, Mike says that he’s just not like him and they have nothing in common for example I like going to the gym and my dad had never been to a gym in his life. So going upstairs I see three rooms next to each other and one room off in the distance, “that’s my dads room but he’s not here” says Mike. “Come in guys let’s go make some food after you get unpacked I’m starving.” Says Mike, “yeah man I’ll hurry up I’m staring too” says Jake. Going down to the kitchen it’s really nice and big, “darn man we have food but we don’t have any drinks I could really go for a beer right now” says Mike. I mean we all are twenty one just turned it a little big ago so we all are allowed to drink beer. “I mean I know we are allowed to drink beer but I’m not really a huge fan of it but I’ll have some if you find some. “Wait my dad may have some in his room he’s always drinking beer might as well go check” says Mike. While looking in his room the boys seem to have no luck. “Wait here we go under the bed oh nice it’s a six pack too not opened” says Mike, “bro are you sure your dad wants us going though his stuff?” Says Jake, “it’s fine man not like he knows that we have it” says Mike, “yea I guess you right, we’ll what are you waiting for let’s go down stairs and open it” says Jake. “Weird I’ve never seen this type of beer before, big old papa bear beer, I mean makes sense why my dad would drink this he is a big old papa, whatever the beer looked good though” says Mike. Opening the beer they are met with a very strong smell opening the beers the all cheer while taking there first sips. “Oh this stuff is really good what was I saying not like beer earlier” says Jake. Yea man this is good! “Hey guys I’m burppppppppp” says Mike. Woah man that was a loud one. “Yeah is was, but it was weird normally I can control when I burp that one just came burppppp out, see like that!” Says Mike, “it’s okay bro we all burp, well it’s getting late guys can we go watch a little football then go to bed” says Jake, yea sounds good to me. “Here the TV is over here I’ll turn on football I can’t wait I love football!” Says Mike. That’s off bro I swear earlier today you said you hate football. “We’ll kinda depends on the day” says Mike. “They beer was good man but after that I feel really bloated fartttttt” says Jake, “yea me too man after this game is over I’m going to burpppppo bed” says Mike. You guys ok you do look really bloated! “Yeah we’re good I think we’re just full I’ll burn it off tomorrow of in my sleep.” Says Jake.

Waking up in the morning and going down stairs I’m met with Mike sitting on the coach again but he’s not looking to good is face looks really chubby and his belly is sticking out a little. Hey man good morning I say while sitting down and slapping his belly, your starting to look like a dad my guy. “Haha very funny but I’m way to young to have kids bro I’m only 24” days Mike, wait 24 we’re not twenty four we are twenty one right? No were twenty four still in college and I graduate this year with all three of my friends. “Woah Jake you really started to grow a beard” says Mike “what do you mean man it’s only a little stubble I shaved a week ago” Says Jake. Well it’s early I going to go get some breakfast guys. “Yeah sounds good I’ll follow you this daddy gotta eat haha” Says Mike. “Oh cool we still have three of the beers left from yesterday and I know it’s early but I’m going to have mine right now” Says Jake. “Yeah me too there nothing like a nice cold beer in the morning” says Mike. I’ll have mine too then guys if you’re having yours. “Well cheers boys we deserve it after graduating collage!” Says Mike, oh yea we all just graduated and came out here for the summer, time really does fly when you having fun. After a fun day of drinking there beer and watching football and burping/farting the three boys are exhausted. “Well yawnnn I’m going to bed man this was a great day though see u boys in the morning” says Jake. Yeah goodnight hey Mike why are you going to your dads bedroom? “I don’t know I just kinda want to sleep there tonight it just feels right you know what I’m saying?” Says Mike, we’ll do whatever you wanna do man goodnight! Getting out of bed you feel off like something was different but you didn’t know what. Walking out of the bedroom you go down stairs and your the first one up it seems so you go back up to check on your friends. Waking past Jake’s bedroom you hear loud snoring, but that’s off Jake never snores I thought or at least hasn’t. Walking into Jake’s bedroom you see a fifty seven year old man snoring sound asleep on the bed.

Confused as you walk up to the man you see ripped clothes on the ground not any ripped clothes Jake’s clothes that he was wearing yesterday so you go up to him and bump him to wake him up the man jolts awake and in a really deep voice he said let your old man sleep for a little longer won’t ya? You walk out of the room even more confused when you first came in. You decide to go check up on Mike and see if everything is okay, walking into Mikes room it’s empty. Oh yeah he slept in his dad’s room last night but waking into his dad’s room he’s not met with Mike he’s met with Mikes dad.

“Hey there sir can I help you?” Says Mike. Well I’m looking for my friend Mike are you his dad? “what do you mean his dad it’s me Mike, man old age has really got you burppppppp” says Mike. And looking into the mirror he’s right you’re not you your an old fat man!

Mike what happend to you dude you look exactly like you dad you’re even wearing his clothes and your beard I mean look at it it’s huge. “Yeah it’s the only clothes that fit this big belly of mine.” Says Mike. Slapping your big belly Mike says “come on man let’s go wake up Jake he’s a real good sleeper and a loud on chuckle.” Walking into Jake’s bedroom your met with the same fat man asleep on the bed Mike goes and slaps his belly real hard. The man jolts awake with a huge burp, burppppppppppp. “Haha” says Mike while slapping is overalls on his huge belly. “Well boys the big football game is on today I’m not missing it for the life of me so burpppppppp let’s go turn it on I have beers too” says Mike, in a way deeper voice Jake says “this game today is gonna be great farttttt gotta keep up the beer belly haha.” “Come on then put on a shirt and let’s go” says Mike, “I don’t have any shirts that fit me this hairy beast does what he wants chuckle.” Says Jake “Sounds good pops Thats belly does what it’s wants well I’m going down to watch to game see you guys down there soon!”

[firsttimewriter92]

Neighborly shenanigans Pt. 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f! reader (Neighbor AU)

Part 1 ; Part 3; Part 4

Description: After your first encounter, your helpful neighbour lends you a hand and spends the evening with you

Warnings: cursing, some dirty thoughts, fluff, pining and longing getting stronger, a little smidge of angst

Word count: 2.708

A/N: Hi everyone <3 Here´s part two. Somehow I feel like this is going to be a multi chapter story with a really, really slow burn.

Would you be interessted in that or do you want me to hurry it up? :D

Please enjoy <3

„Come on, you bag of dog shite” you yelled at the wall as you tried to drill the hole for the dowel. Frustrated and sweat beading at your hairline you set down the power drill and took a deep breath. How on earth were you supposed to get this floating shelf up on the wall? You´ve never done something like this and although you´ve got all the tools and watched countless of videos on how to do it, it all turned out to be much more difficult than everyone else had lead you to believe by watching YouTube.

Checking the holes you´d already drilled you nodded to yourself. “Come on, just one more” you said to yourself and lifted the drill again. Three distinct knocks came down on your door and your movements halted immediately. Shit, you thought. There it was. The fist neighbour to tell you to fucking keep it down. You rolled your eyes as you made your way over to your door. Before your hand reached the handle however, a flash of dark hazel eyes and blond hair invaded your inner eye. Here´s to hoping, you thought as you opened the door with a defiant look on your face. Just in case it was someone else.

But there he stood. Tall, impossibly broad and still with the mask across his face. You started to wonder if he had some kind of medical condition.

You schooled your features to look as indignant as possible but you felt the corner of your mouth tick as your eyes fell onto him again. You couldn’t read the look in his eyes so you raised your eyebrows in question and spoke. “Yes?” you asked him.

“Not to be nosy, Miss, but do you need some help with that drill by any chance?” Again he managed to ask a simple question without making it seem like he was doubting your abilities. You winced a little and looked up at him with a slightly guilty look in your eyes. “I´ve been taking my sweet time with it, haven’t I?”

Again your ears were blessed with a deep chuckle before he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Maybe a bit” he drawled. His attentive eyes momentarily jumped over your head to look into your apartment. “I know the walls are solid brick” he said and looked into your eyes again. “Fuckin´ pain to get a nail in…lest be it a dowel.” You hung your head and snickered. “You´re right” you said with a deep sigh. “My shoulders are killing me. And so is this darn wall.”

His eyes narrowed again with a smile and he straightened up. “Well then, how about we get this over with so Mrs. Danbury upstairs can enjoy her daily dose of `Midsomer murders´?” Your knees almost buckled when you saw him wink at you slightly. “She´s been on my case ever since I brought home the Lady. Don´t want the same thing happenin´ to you.”

Two things happened at once. You laughed at the tone he was using when describing your elderly neighbour that always took way too much interest in anything that was going on, and your heart sinking into your stomach when the endorphins his presence invoked died on the spot. ´The Lady´. Girlfriend. Of course he had one. You mentally slapped yourself.

Something must have shown on your face. Your neighbour looked at you curiously before you collected yourself again. “Right” you said hastily and stood aside for him to enter. “Please don’t mind the mess. I haven’t been able to unpack fully yet. Work and all…” He didn’t seem to mind however. You closed your door and observed how his massive body manoeuvred itself around your furniture and moving boxes. You couldn’t help but notice how tactical his movements were. There wasn´t a step wasted before he reached the power drill and picked it up. Looking at the wall and the holes you already drilled, he nodded to himself.

It took him no longer than a minute to drill the last hole. From your vantage point from the kitchen you let your eyes rake over his movements. How his arms flexed underneath a lose fitting t-shirt that would probably fit you like a tent. The slight bend in his knees and the way his incredible thighs strained against his sweat pants. Steamin´ Jesus. That man must spend all of his free time in the gym to maintain those muscles. Almost ashamed you averted your eyes from his body. Ogling a man that wasn’t yours and was in a relationship felt insanely wrong. And yes, there was a difference between appreciating and ogling.

He sat down the drill and looked around for a second. “This one?” he pointed at the shelf. “Oh, you don´t have to hang it, I can manage from here” you said hastily and walked over. He looked at you with raised eyebrows. Did his shoulders sag just a tiny bit? “It´s no big deal, really” he said slowly while still penetrating you with his soulful dark eyes. Don´t swoon, don’t swoon, don’t swoon.

“I don’t have anywhere else to be” he continued very quietly, inclining his head a little more downward towards you. Your throat constricted as you realised how his implication made you feel. You steeled your whole body and he noticed immediately, standing up straight again. His eyes took on a slightly bewildered and dejected look. “I´m sure your girlfriend wants her daily cuddles on the couch so you can go. I´ll hang the thing myself. Thanks for your help.” You tried to sound thankful but the ice in your voice made it difficult.

God, how you hated men that couldn’t just be cocky for the fun of it. Of course they had to be absolute fucking asshats as well, flirting like their life depended on it, thirsting after every woman that came across their path and the one by their side just being the most favourite one.

This time the narrow of his eyes wasn’t created by a smile. You could clearly see the irritation in them not just by the way he bunched his eyebrows but in the immediate change of body language.

“Wait here” he said coldly as he began to move. He stepped around you, shoulders squared and mumbling something before he opened your door. Without any effort he pulled over the huge pot containing your yucca palm and used it to stop the door from falling shut.

Completely confused about what he was trying to do you heard him call out to someone before appearing in your doorway again. He almost took over the whole frame with his massive torso. His head yet again inclined he looked sheepishly at you this time.

“Sometimes I´m not good with words” he said as he stepped towards you again. “I´m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression of me.” Your heart kickstarting with hope again you tilted your head to the side a little with a questioning look which made him rumble his ridiculously attractive chuckle again.

He turned his head towards your still open door and gave one sharp whistle before looking at you again, his voice friendly. “This is Riley,-” he said as a long and high pitched noise came from you and you immediately leaned down as the big German Sheperd trotted in to stand next to your neighbour. The animal sat down and eyed you with curious eyes, not moving from the mans side however. “And she´s the only girl in my life right now” you heard him say.

Prying your eyes from the dog you looked up at him and yet again felt your face grow impossibly hot. The look he was giving you was difficult to read. Careful and pondering your reaction to his statement but somehow also cheeky. Almost naughty.

In an apologetic tone you answered and shook your head slightly. Your chest feeling like it was inflated by a balloon, excitement yet again running through your veins. “I jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have been so…bitchy.” A sigh escaped him and he lifted one of his hands to rake it through his blond mass of hair, ruffling it a little. “Nah, you were right to do that. I should have made it more clear. I´m not…like that. I don´t flirt much so…”

Your head snapped up so quickly you winced for a second as your muscles tensed. “Y-You were?” you asked, almost not daring to. “Flirting?”

He gave you a very direct look before answering. “Yes” he simply said and you learned something new about him at that moment. No bullshit kind of man.

“Oh” you breathed, your brain suddenly void of anything witty to say. “Okey.”

He somehow seemed satisfied with your reaction, you could see his cheeks lifting in a smile.

“Can I hang your shelf now?” he asked and you huffed out a laugh, nodding. Humming, he passed you and got to work. You nose tingled as you got your first real whiff of him. Damn, he smelled good. Not good. Great. Unique and calming. Manly and somehow fruity. What the heck was in his body wash?

A cold nose bumped your hand and happily you sat down on your sturdy wooden coffee table to scratch the dogs ears. “What a pretty thing you are” you said gleefully to the animal which had begun wagging its tail furiously. “Yes you are, yes you are.”

“You a dog person then?” you heard the deep rumbly voice ask. You looked up at him with a grin. “I´m an animal person in general but there is something about the fierce love you get from a dog…” you shrugged before petting Riley again. He hummed again. Contently stroking the soft fur of Riley you observed her owner closely while he hung up your shelf. A sweet notion of domesticity hung in the air and it was kind of strange how quickly you felt it washing over you.

When he was done, he packed up the drill and walked over to you. “What do you think?” he asked in a chipper tone. He came to a stop next to you and lowered himself on his haunches to look at the shelf from your hight. “Is it level?”

You turned your head slightly to the right and pursed your lips dramatically. “Uh-huh” you said and nodded, turning your head and looking at him with a smirk. “You did a good job.”

He didn’t move his head but his eye glanced at you, the delicate lines around it appearing yet again.

“Why are you wearing that?” you asked suddenly and very quietly. His head turned fully towards you without answering. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” he asked just as quietly. You shook your head softly at that. “Do you mind me wearing it?” Again you shook your head like in trance. The dim light in your room reflected in his dark eyes that suddenly didn’t seem to be that dark. The deep hazel colour was underlined with some flecks of light brown, almost gold. The colour perfectly accentuating the feathery blond lashes framing his big almond shaped eyes.

“Then will you let me keep it on?” you almost didn’t hear him the way he muttered his question into the cloth.

“It´s hardly my decision” you answered breezily and tried not to let your eyes wander to where you supposed his lips were. “I just wanted to know why you were wearing it.” He nodded and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

Right then, Riley decided that your petting wasn’t enough and excitedly squeezed herself in between her owners legs, effectively knocking him on his behind. “Fuckin´ ell” he sputtered out with a laugh and began wrapping his massive arms around the dog, play wrestling with it for a second.

You felt the moment hover over you and then disappearing into every nook and cranny in your apartment. Seeing him play with his dog however gave you a completely different moment to enjoy and remember. You giggled and got up from your coffee table. “Want a drink?” you asked over your shoulder. Your voice sounded uncomfortably loud even though you used your normal inside volume.

“Actually” he said as he got up from the floor and followed you. When you turned around he was already in front of you. His scent flowing over you it was a herculean task not to close your eyes and burry your nose in his shirt. “I wanted to ask if you´re free this Saturday.” Again he didn’t beat around the bush and you absolutely loved it. “I am, yes” you said trying not to bounce up and down right then and there.

“Great” he said without hesitation. “I´ll pick you up at 8. No need for fancy clothes.” A man with a plan, is this for real? How long has he thought about asking you out? When you raised your eyebrows he doubled down a little. “Unless you like fancy. We can do fancy as well, of course. I can do fancy.” You giggled when you heard his slightly wavering voice.

“No, I don´t need fancy. I can do casual.” He seemed to like that very much and stared down at you for another moment. “Great” he repeated softly. “Need anything else hung or assembled tonight?” he asked cheekily as his gaze drifted over your living room. You rolled your eyes at him playfully before shaking your head. “I´m good for now, thanks. If I need another handy man before Saturday I´ll come knocking.” A slight ´hehe´ left his mouth and he stemmed his hands on his hips, turning his head to his dog.

“Come on, girl. Let´s get you some food and let the Lady enjoy her evening.” You followed them to your door where he pushed the heavy plant back in its original place with his foot before turning around one last time. “See you Saturday” he said with a smile in his voice.

“See you Saturday” you said giddily but then your eyes went comically wide realising…and then laughing out loud.

“What? What?” he asked with a bewildered chuckle.

“Before I go on a date with you,” you gasped and lightly touched your stomach. “I´d really like to know your name.”

He too looked dumbstruck for a second, his eyes going wide before closing them and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Simon” he said with an incredulous voice.

“Call me Simon.” He sighed deeply before looking into your eyes again with mirth. “I can´t believe I forgot to introduce myself.” You waved your hand in front of your face dismissively before holding it out to him nervously.

“I´m ___, by the way.”

He only hesitated for a moment before engulfing your hand with his and squeezed it. You felt callouses, warmth and incredible strength. Seeing how the palm of his hand almost completely swallowed your hand, a shiver ran down your neck and spine. Tingling at the small of your back and spreading to your front. Liquid adrenalin was pooling in your stomach, made your legs grow heavy and your nether regions tremble.

You were only holding his hand and you felt ready to pounce. Reign it in, damn it.

“___”. Your name left his lips and that pouncing thought jumped back into the forefront of your mind until he let go of your hand.

“Goodnight,___” he said lowly and by the way he looked at you, you knew exactly that your body language had told him much more than you wanted him to know.

“´Night, Simon.”

You closed the door gently and it took everything in you to walk over to your couch and not collapse against the door. Your legs were still heavy and jelly like, something still tingling like crazy in your panties. “Oh, hell” you said to yourself as you crossed your legs to try and relieve some of the pressure.

It wasn´t working.

So, when you got to bed half an hour later you got comfortable and retrieved your trusty toy from its box. There was no way you would be able to sleep without getting all these feelings out. The longing for his scent, voice and his touch.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) Or Why The Probably Most Accurate Movie Adaptation Of Dracula Still Is Not Accurate Enough

I mentioned some time ago - while salivating over the marvellous razor scene of Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula adaptation - that there is quite some stuff to unpack here. And now I found some time to unpack. So let's begin. I'll start with the good stuff, firstly the good stuff that's not in the book (i.e., the Flourishes), than the good stuff that's true to the book (the Well-Conserved). Thirdly, I'll make note of things that were, unnervingly, changed (by which I mean They Came Back Wrong), and then I'll deal with what is unfortunately left out from the book (the Missing). And finally, finally I'll rant over that one bad thing that never was in the book in the first place (a section I'll call JUST WHY?).

So. A tragedy in five acts. Here we go.

Act I - The Flourishes

The razor scene. I think I dealt with this enough by now. It's perfection and I'll die on that hill.

The music. Obviously, Bram Stoker's gothic lil masterpiece is lacking some gorgeous score. But mourn no longer, because Wojciech Kilar cooked up some dashing, pushing tune for us, fitting perfectly to this dark tale of spreading darkness and deepening madness.

Some basic knowledge about blood groups. Yeah, Stoker can't be blamed for this, but still. It's a nice addition to remind us that we do indeed live in a world where blood groups exist.

The Westenra Estate. As much as I pity that the lovely town of Whitby did not make it into the movie, I do love Lucy Westenra's house. Because I'm a sucker for hedge mazes. Simple as that.

Those glasses. Those. Fucking. Nice. Glasses.

Act II - The Well-Conserved

The plot in general. Yes, there are a lot of maddening differences, as we will see soon. But still, this movie at least makes the impression that most of the people working on it had indeed read the darn novel. Which is something that I can't say about many other Dracula adaptations I have seen.

The costumes, the sets, the atmosphere. Well done, everyone!

The Actors. The good thing about being not native in a language is that one is not very prone to dialects that seem off. And as I happen to not be a native speaker of English, I have little problems with Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder adding some US touch to what should be very, very, v e r y British characters. I even find Reeves perfectly fitting for the oh so darn young Jonathan Harker. And the rest of the cast is marvellous, too (with the exception of Winona Ryder, see below for details). Especially Tom Waits, who is hard-wired to the name of Renfield in my brain ever since I first saw this movie. And Gary Oldman as Dracula… Well. I think I already made clear what opinion I have about that sexy bastard.

Some lucky few of lovely quotes made it over to the film. Dracula's welcome. The Fowl Bauble of Human Vanity, of course. And Qunincey almost making me faint when saying "Little girl" when I least expected it.

Act III - They Came Back Wrong

The dates. Goshdarnit, the dates! It's an epistolary novel, so why make the effort of making up completely new dates for events that already had a precise date in the novel? I just don't get it. And it unnerves me. Every. Fucking. Time.

Time in general. Watching the movie after Dracula Daily makes it feel so very, very hasty. Jonathan travels to Castle Dracula like it's no thing at all. And the first few days in Castle Dracula are condensed into one weird evening.

Dracula meeting Mina before Jonathan is back. I really, really loved the book for avoiding the most terrible tropes. And then comes this movie, and struts right into this terrible pitfall.

Mina. I'm sorry, usually I love the work of Winona Ryder, but here she was way too bland. Maybe it was because her character had quite a revamp (ha. ha.) and no one cared to tell her what new approach she should take. But whatever reason, the clever, adorable train fiend of the original did not deserve this!

Act IV - The Missing

The Voyage of the Demeter is way too short. Where is "But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship"? Where is the poor sea captain tying himself to the wheel? And where is his funeral? Oh, I really missed all that. And, I mean, I don't mind hearing Anthony Hopkins read the lines, but would it have been such an expense to at least hire an additional actor to voice the correspondent or the sea captain?

Jonathan Holding Mina By the Arm. That's really not an objectively big issue. That's just me who fell in love with JonMina after reading this chapter. And almost no one does it properly. They deserve justice!

(Thanks a ton to @smieska for capturing my mood just perfectly!)

Act V - JUST WHY?

Elisabeta. Don't get me wrong here: All of the oh so tragic Drac backstory they invented for this movie is terribly unnecessary. But in this sea of uselessness, the tragically deceased wife of Vlad Țepeș that just so happens to perfectly resemble Mina Murray is an audience-insulting island of unoriginality. I mean, yeah, I guess someone wanted to add some romance to the story of Vlad the Fucking Impaler. Because, well, nineties or so. But Mina, of all women? Why not invent some new character that can be bothered with such stuff? Why ruin an all-nice JonMina ship? I don't get the whole new backstory, and I especially don't get this aspect.

Dracula raping Lucy in his shitty werewolf form. Everything about this is wrong. And it has no relevance for the plot. Just. Blergh.

Epilogue

It's cruel to watch Francis Ford Coppola's take on Dracula right after finishing @re-dracula. I know that now. Everything is still too fresh. It's a good movie, after all, but especially because it's quite good it is frustrating to be so terribly aware of all its shortcomings. In a few weeks or so, I would recommend it, again, I guess. As long as it's still Dracula Off-Season. 7 out of 10 points.

[theeoriginals]

CHAPTER 1:

MISS BLUE

“you smile over your burger, chattering brightly. so often, at our sunny kitchen table, hearing the mantra of the refrigerator i’ve thought there was nothing i could do but feed you; and i’ve always love the way you eat” - food poem, brenda hillman

summary: joel is smitten with the new neighbor.

warnings: literally none this is pure, tooth-rotting fluff.

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JANUARY 21, 2000 

“Dad, someone’s moving in across the street,” 

“Stop being nosy, Sarah.” 

“She’s pretty, Dad! Come on, let's go say hi!” 

Joel heaves a sigh, looking up from the newspaper as his daughter practically vibrates out of her skin. “She’s probably busy unpacking, baby, we shouldn’t bother her.” 

Sarah sinks into the couch with a sigh, rolling her eyes in the dramatic fashion she’s come to adapt. Eyeing her pitiful state, Joel huffs and sighs quietly to himself before he folds his newspaper back up and turns towards her. 

“Five minutes– that’s it, alright? She’s got stuff to do, and it’s cold.” 

Sarah leaps up from the couch like she’s been electrocuted, a grin on her face that makes him shake his head at himself, because he’s oh so weak for his daughter. “Let’s go, come on– get your coat on!” 

“You’re gonna have a heart attack before we even get over there at this rate,” He huffs as she pulls him up from the recliner, dragging him towards the front door where their coats and boots reside, untouched in the laziness over the cold weekend they’d spent indoors. 

With a quiet groan, Joel bent over and helped Sarah slide her feet into her boots before getting his own on, and they zipped up their coats before stepping out into the gray Texas winter. 

Sarah wasted no time in running across the street, barely sparing a glance down their otherwise quiet street before approaching the moving truck and the woman walking boxes in and out of it, stacking them for a younger looking boy to take inside. 

“Sarah!” 

“Hi!” 

“Oh, my lord!” The woman startles, jumping slightly as she spins around to find the young girl standing a few feet away, her father approaching with an apologetic look on his features. She recovers quickly, a smile growing on her features as she crouches down to meet Sarah at eye level. “Hi, little lady, what’s your name?” 

Sarah rocks on her heels, suddenly sheepish under the woman’s full attention despite being the one to demand it in the first place. “I’m Sarah. That’s my dad,” 

The woman’s eyes shift to Joel, narrowing in acknowledgement as he ducks his head in a polite nod. 

“I’m real sorry about her, ma’am, she, uh, she saw your truck in the window and asked if we could come say hi. It’s hard tellin’ her no,” 

Sarah grins, and the woman nods in agreement. 

“With a smile as pretty as that, I wouldn’t ever tell you no,” She huffs a laugh, pushing hair off her face. She tells them her name, a pretty thing that she quickly mows over. “But I go by Blue. Probably won’t know you’re talkin’ to me if you call me anything but,” 

“Blue? Like the color?” 

“Sarah, manners,” Joel intones quickly, shooting the woman another apologetic look that she obviously waves off. 

Blue shakes her head, tucking her scarf further into her jacket as a gust of wind blows around them. “You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you, Sarah?” 

The girl nods, ducking her chin as Blue chuckles fondly. 

“Well, if you really wanna know, my daddy gave me the nickname. I had a teddy bear when I was young that was blue, and I carried the darn thing around so much he started tellin’ me I’d turn blue, and that turned into him calling me Blue. Now here I am, tellin’ my nice new neighbors to call me it,” 

Sarah’s eyes are wide in apparent wonder, and it’s a testament to how new the world is to kids, and how much it takes to grasp the concept that there’s a billion other people in the world with lives that happen beyond our reach, that we’ll never know about. 

Making a noise of excitement, Sarah shifts, wiggling uncontrollably in that childish manner that says she’s just got too much emotion for her tiny body to handle. “That’s so cool, I have a teddy bear, too, but he’s a baby teddy bear. Dad got him when I was a baby,” 

“Oh, really? I bet your baby teddy bear is way cooler than my blue one.” 

“I’ll show you it one day, and then you can show me yours,” Sarah quickly supplies. “Wouldn’t that be cool? They could play together!” 

Joel steps in, clearing his throat at his daughter’s tenacity. “Sarah, honey, Miss Blue’s probably real busy, I don’t know if she’ll have time to play with you.” 

“Oh,” Sarah looks downtrodden at the reminder, and her wide puppy eyes make both of the adults’ hearts just melt.

“Don’t worry about it, Sarah, I promise I’ll play with you as soon as I can, alright?” Blue looks up, shooting a sheepish look in the older man’s way. “As long as it’s alright with your daddy. What he says goes,” 

Joel shakes his head slowly, the smile pulling at his lips turning from the generic polite one to one of genuine kindness. “This one likes to make me think I’m the boss, but she’s the one that gets stuff done around here. Whatever works for you is what Sarah will tell me,” 

“Blue, stop your blabbering and help me carry your sh–stuff in! You can’t make me work for free, I’m a child,” 

The woman huffs, rolling her eyes at the voice that calls out from the front porch, and they all turn to look at the young boy standing there with a grumpy frown on his face. Sighing, Blue stands upright again, wincing at the creak of her knees as she does so. 

“Oh, lord,” She mutters the words, looking towards the boy. “Stop whining, Jimmy, or I’m tellin’ Mama you skipped school today!” 

The boy’s frown quickly turns into a scandalized gasp and Joel huffs a quiet laugh at the familiarity of the bickering as Blue turns to face them again. “That your little brother?” 

“Good guess,” She grins, tilting her head. “He’s a pain in the butt on a good day. Now, uh, about that playdate, little lady,” 

Her attention falls to Sarah again, and Joel finds himself content to let her pour over Sarah, knowing the little girl loves the attention. “Unfortunately, your daddy is right, I’m super busy right now– but how about y’all come over next weekend and I’ll cook us some dinner and we’ll play until we pass out. That sound good to you?” 

“That sounds awesome!” 

Joel hums, nudging his daughter. “What do you say, Sarah?” 

“Oh– thank you, Miss Blue,” 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetie,” She smiles, flicking her gaze back up to Joel. “You got a name, or am I just referring to you as Sarah’s dad?” 

“Believe it or not, that’s what’s on my license,” He teases, earning a giggle from Sarah and a laugh from Blue that sounds like wind chimes on a porch, singing in the wind. “I’m Joel Miller.” 

“Joel,” She repeats, nodding firmly. “I like it. Almost as pretty as Sarah.” 

“Well, thank you, Miss Blue,” 

“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me Miss Blue ‘til you two,” She shakes her head, looking at the father and daughter duo. “You’re trouble, I can smell it.” 

The Millers’ looked at her with matching grins, feigning innocence that was nowhere to be found. 

It was the start of something beautiful, but that is the way most tragedies begin. Beautiful and sweet.  

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JANUARY 27, 2000 

A firm knock echoes from the front door, quickly followed by a less-powerful rap of knuckles that abruptly stops, and Blue laughs under her breath as she walks to the door, swinging it open to find her neighbors standing before her; Joel with a sheepish look on his face, and Sarah sporting a grin. 

“Hi, Miss Blue!” 

“Hi, Sarah,” Her eyes flick up from the little girl to her father. “Joel.” 

Joel dips his head in a nod, smiling softly. “Sorry we’re early, I could hardly keep her in the house all morning.” 

Blue waves his apologies off with a smile, gesturing for them to come in. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being excited for a playdate, I have to say I’ve been looking forward to it all week.” 

Sarah bounds in the house excitedly, clutching onto the teddy bear in her arms that wears a small onesie around its fluffy body, and has a tiny pacifier sewn into its mouth. 

“Is that your teddy?” 

Sarah nods, holding it up for Blue to see as Joel shuts the door behind him, shucking his coat off and reaching for Sarah’s despite her complete dismissal of his existence. “His name is Babydoll.” 

“That’s an awful sweet name, Sarah,” Blue smiles, brushing a finger along the teddy bear’s cheek. “You could be like me, named after your teddy bear. You look like a babydoll to me,” 

The little girl laughs, the sound girlish and endeared, and Joel resigns himself to the fact that his daughter has attached herself to their new neighbor in just 6 short days. “Daddy, I want to be called babydoll now, like Miss Blue said!” 

Joel sighed, sharing a knowing smile with said woman. “Whatever you want, babydoll,” 

“I’ll go get Blue, and you and Babydoll can get acquainted with him while your daddy helps me start dinner, alright?” 

Sarah nodded in excitement, and Blue gestured towards the living room just off the kitchen, letting them help themselves to her cozy house. “Daddy, do you think Miss Blue wants to be my friend?” 

Joel smiles, letting his daughter hand her coat off to him as she sits herself on the couch. “I think she wants to be your best friend, baby.” 

Sarah smiles happily, her nerves soothed at his words as Blue walks back in the room, the famed teddy bear in her hand. Joel looks at it as she hands it off to Sarah, noting the faded hue to its fur, showing just how long she’s had it and how well-loved it is. 

“He’s a little old, but he’s still real pretty,” Blue smiles fondly at the bear, letting Sarah fawn over it and begin her self-appointed playdate. She turns then, fixing her gaze on Joel, who suddenly gets why his daughter is so infatuated. “You wanna help me out in the kitchen, Joel?” 

“Put me to work, Miss Blue.” 

She huffs a laugh, shaking her head as he lays Sarah’s coat down over the back of the couch and follows her into the kitchen, eyeing the few boxes left lying around, half-unpacked. “I’m sorry about the mess, I’ve been working all week so I haven’t been able to get all the unpacking done,” 

Joel shrugs her off, smiling softly. “I’ve got a little hurricane in my house, this is hardly anything,” 

“That precious little girl is no hurricane,” She points an accusing finger at him, tone full of teasing that warms him from head to toe. She’s got every bit of the southern charm his mother used to tell him about, the kind that was dangerous to a man like him. She always told him that one day, a sweet southern belle would sweep him off his feet one day and he thinks maybe his denial of it is coming back to bite him in the ass. 

“She’s got everyone fooled, but she’s a menace, I tell you,” He laughs through his words, thinking of how accurate they are, and how his home is always full of Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, running about, singing songs he thinks are made up half the time, and telling him all about her friends from school, and which teachers she likes more. “Are you settling in alright, though? We’re a pretty quiet neighborhood, but the Adlers next door will talk you right into your grave.” 

Blue’s face scrunches up, a short laugh leaving her lips as she grabs a pan from the fridge with uncooked burgers sitting on it. “Burgers good with y’all?” 

Joel nods, and she points to a box behind him on what he assumes is the kitchen table. “There’s a skillet in there, if you’ll grab that for me– thank you, good sir. To answer your question, though, I think I’m doin’ alright. I have already had a run-in with the Adlers, though, it’s funny you mention them, considering they ‘bout made me late to work Wednesday morning,” 

Joel grimaces in sympathy, nodding as he runs a hand over his slightly scruffy face, suddenly wishing he had shaved that morning. “That is… that’s rough.” 

“They mean well, I know they do,” She shakes her head, laughing pitifully as he nods in agreement. “I just can’t stand the small talk, it drives me nuts.” 

“No, I get it,” He eyes her as she grabs a few scattered bottles of seasonings, her fingers struggling to reach one further back on the shelf above the stove. Joel steps forward, reaching over her to grab it and set it down beside the rest of them on the counter. “Sarah usually throws me under the bus in the mornings, I always get stuck talkin’ to ‘em,” 

“She knows how to work the system, I can appreciate that,” 

He chuckles, stepping back out of her space as she throws him a grateful smile. “Between her and my brother, I can’t win.” 

“Oh, so that’s how you could tell Jimmy was my brother the other day. I wondered if you had any siblings,” 

“Got a little brother– Tommy. He’s a pain in the ass.” 

She snorts, laying the burgers into the skillet carefully. “Aren’t they always? I damn near had to lock Jimmy out the other day ‘cause he just wouldn’t leave.” 

“This your first move out of the house?” 

She nods, pressing her lips together. “It seems a little late, I know, but I was staying in the guest house for the past few years. I stuck around after college to help my daddy out with the farm, cause he’s too stubborn to hire any help.” 

Joel makes a noise of recognition, nodding understandingly. “Stubborn old men and their animals,” 

“Oh, it’s ridiculous,” She shakes her head. “But Jimmy’s the only one left at home now, I think he’s goin’ a little crazy being there with Mama all the time.” 

“I get it. Tommy practically lived with me after I moved out– hell, I can hardly get rid of him these days,” They share a look of understanding, perpetually exasperated as the eldest siblings. “What are you doin’ for work?” 

“I run a rehabilitation center in the city,” She speaks over the sizzling of the burgers, shaking out some frozen french fries onto a cookie sheet before sliding them into the oven. “Went to vet school and decided to come back home to do what I’ve always done, just with a little extra thrown in, you know? Lots of people ‘round here don’t wanna admit they need therapy, but if you let ‘em talk to a horse for a few hours, they’ll spill their guts.”

Joel smiles, another impossible wave of admiration hitting him. “You’re just a sweet thing, aren’t you, Miss Blue?” 

The woman ducks her head, smiling somewhat shyly. “I think you’re a little more charming than you let on, Mr. Miller.” 

He shrugs a shoulder, playing coy as she grabs two beers out of her fridge and pops the tops off on the edge of her counter before sliding one to him. 

“You’ll have to bring Sarah in one day, we’ve got lots of horses I’m sure she’ll love. One of our mares just had a baby, I’m sure she’d love to meet him.”

“I think she might try to convince me to put a horse in our backyard if that happens,” Joel takes a sip of his beer, smiling when his words make her laugh as she flips the burgers in the skillet. “And you can’t tell that face no, it’s impossible.” 

“You have raised an evil mastermind in the shape of a ten year old girl,” 

He sighs regretfully, shaking his head. “I don’t know where she gets it from,” 

Blue chuckles again, giving him another one of those looks that says she sees right through his bullshit. He feels a little exposed, a little raw, beneath her gaze, but it’s like a livewire when she reaches out and touches his arm. “I knew I smelled trouble on you, Joel Miller.” 

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FEBRUARY 14, 2000 

“I swear he’s got it out for me– no, why are you laughin’, Blue? It’s not funny!” 

“I’m sorry,” The woman snorts through her words, hiding her face in her hands as Joel pushes her arm playfully. “I just think it’s the funniest thing that a big, strong man like yourself is shakin’ in his boots over a sweet old man,” 

Joel waves his finger in her face, making an indignant noise. “That man is tryin’ to bring harm to me!” 

She throws her head back, shoulders shaking as her laugh echoes through her living room. “Mr. Carden is a sweetheart, he has been nothin’ but kind to me!” 

“Well, yeah, I’m not nearly as pretty as you– he doesn’t have any reason to be nice to me!” 

“Alright, charmer, I know you’re just being dramatic. Mr. Carden doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.”

Joel huffs, shaking his head as Blue calms, catching her breath as he turns his attention to where Sarah’s reading quietly on the floor before them, occasionally looking up between them trying to decipher their conversation. 

A knock sounds from the door suddenly and Blue sits up with a confused look, making Joel raise his brows at her. “You expecting someone?” 

“Not unless I’ve got a secret date I didn’t know about,” She shakes her head, walking past him on the couch to head to the front door. Joel turns slightly, watching her open the door. “Can I help you, sir?” 

“Yeah, do you know the people that live across the street in that house?” 

“You mean the Millers?” 

“Yeah, yeah, you, uh, you got any idea where they might be? I’m–” 

“Tommy?” Joel stands up, sudden realization dawning on him at the sound of his brother’s voice. He stalks over to the front door, swinging it the rest of the way open as he stands behind Blue with a frown on his face. “The hell are you doin’ here?” 

Tommy scoffs, looking between Blue and Joel with growing suspicion. “What am I doing here– Joel, I was supposed to take Sarah out for dinner tonight. Valentines Day, courtesy of her favorite Uncle. I didn’t realize you made plans of your own,” 

Joel rolls his eyes, but shrugs apologetically. “I lost track of time, I guess. She’s ready to go, though– Sarah!” 

Her fast footsteps come down the hall quickly, and she lights up at the sight of her uncle. “Uncle Tommy! Are we still getting milkshakes?” 

Tommy shoots a wide-eyed look at Joel, feigning innocence. “Of course, but only after we eat dinner. Can’t have ice cream before real food.” 

“I’m gonna pretend I believe that, for my own sake,” Joel deadpans, his words earning a snort of laughter from Blue, who Tommy suddenly has his eyes on her, a wild smirk growing on his face.

“Lost track of time, huh, Joel? I’m sorry to barge in on you like this, ma’am, but it must have just slipped my brother’s mind to introduce me to his nice new neighbor. I’m Tommy Miller,” 

Blue shakes his hand, a knowing grin on her face. “I have heard plenty about you, Tommy Miller,” She tells him her name, and Joel plays it on repeat in his head, intertwining it with the twist of her lips as she says it. “Call me Blue.” 

“A real pretty name for a real pretty gal,” Tommy grins, shooting a wink at his brother, who glares over the top of Blue’s head. “I’ll get out of y’all’s hair– you’re obviously busy, and my favorite niece and I have big, big plans.” 

“Do not bring my daughter home covered in ice cream, riding a sugar high, Tommy, I’ll lock you out of the house.” 

“I would do no such thing, Joel, I’m a responsible young man,” 

“And a liar to boot,” Joel grunts, giving Sarah a tight hug as she grabs her coat off the rack Joel had hung for Blue a few days ago. “Be good for Uncle Tommy, alright? I’ll see you at home later, baby.” 

Sarah nods dutifully and lets him zip her jacket up to her chin, even though she immediately pulls it back down to her stomach. “Love you, Dad! Bye, Miss Blue!” 

“Bye, babydoll! Have fun with your uncle!” 

Sarah waves as Tommy hoists her up to his hip, walking her to his truck across the street, the two already whispering conspiratorially. Blue shuts the door slowly, turning to face Joel with a soft, but no less wicked smile. “So, since you are apparently kid free for a few hours… would you care to share a beer with me on this lovely day of love?” 

Joel nods, smiling down at her. “You askin’ me to be your Valentine, Miss Blue?” 

She shrugs a shoulder, confident as ever. “One of us had to make the first move.”

"Right you are, Miss Blue. Lead the way."  

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[kkyaka]

Next Door

Summary: You're back from college for the summer, and your next door best friend became even hotter (I suck ass at summaries)

Pairing: Connie Springer x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 6000

Warnings: best friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers (?), accidental voyeurism, little bit of sexual tension, confession of feelings, fingering (f), virgin!reader, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, little bit of dirty talk (?), aftercare (i think I covered it all, let me know if I didn't)

A/N: Reposting this bc it didn't show up in the darn tags 😑. This isn't my best work, but I'm just happy that I finished it tbh. If it doesn't do well? Oh well. Lmfao, I just wanted to get this out bc I have so many more WIPs, and I was almost done with this one. If this doesn't work, idk if I'll repost it again lol

Being home from college means a lot of different things for different people. Some people hate it, missing the freedom that they had in college. Others love it, especially if they move a good distance away from their families. You fall somewhere in the middle. You still have your freedom, but you really don't have anyone to enjoy that freedom with.

High school wasn't your favorite phase of your life, but you were able to make friends that you're still in contact with today. The problem was that they weren't free to hang with. You tried to make plans with them right as school got out, but they quickly fell through, so you're spending the beginning of your summer wondering how in the hell you're going to pass the time.

With truly nothing else to do, you decide to unpack some of your stuff, and you push open the curtains covering your windows before opening them up. Opening up the last one, you realize that it's the same window that faces Connie's house. You falter a little bit in your movements as the memories flood back into your head.

You moved into the neighborhood right before you started third grade. You were upset and scared because you had no friends, and you were going to a new school. You remember the first time you opened the window, conveniently doing it at the same time as him. You were too nervous to say anything, but he gladly spoke up first, introducing himself.

You both didn't go to the same school, much to your dismay, but he quickly became one of your best friends. You hung out after school, during the weekends, on your breaks. He made the move much more bearable, and you don't know where you would be without him.

Although, it wasn't until you got to high school that you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to blame it on the fact that you weren't really getting any attention at school, but the harder you tried to deny it, the more you realized that that wasn't the case.

You never said anything though because you found out that you weren't going to be together much longer. He was older than you by a couple of years, and he was heading to college, leaving you to tackle the last two years of high school by yourself. He still managed to call you every now and then, which definitely helped, but it wasn't the same.

When it was your turn to go to college, you were going to a college that was a couple of hours away, and he was staying, deciding that he wanted to stay close to home with his family. You didn't blame him, and saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing you had to do.

You haven't seen him since you've been back, and you don't know if you want to. You tried so hard to get over him, but he's not someone that you could just get over. You shake yourself out of memory lane, getting back on track to unpacking your stuff with a loud sigh.

Opening up that window seemed to open the floodgates because it seems like for the past couple of days, you've been thinking about Connie nonstop. You've started to avoid going out of the house in fear that you might run into him. What would you even say? You wouldn't even begin to know how to start a conversation with him.

You tell yourself to just get over yourself, opting to just forget about your conflict. You open the front door, grimacing at the heat that's coming from the outside before walking down your driveway to check the mail. You're going through it, slowly walking back up to your house when you hear clanking coming from your left.

You look up, seeing the garage door at Connie's house open. You stop in your tracks, chewing on your lip as you wonder if it would be a good idea to see if it's Connie. You don't have much time to think because he comes into view, stepping out from behind his car, or more like stumbling out. You chuckle softly, watching as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing him makes you question why you were even worried in the first place. You give yourself a quick pep talk before you head over to his house. He's looking through the shelves in the garage, swearing when he drops something.

"Hey," you call out when you get to the garage. He jumps, dropping what was in his hand as he turns around. The fear on his face turns into a bright smile as he walks toward you.

"'Sup, baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" You can't help but laugh as he brings you into a hug. "When did you get back?" he asks, keeping his hands on your shoulders when he pulls away.

"A few days ago," you say. "I've been seeing family and unpacking." Being this close to him makes you realize that he's not the same boy you said goodbye to a year ago.

He's gotten taller, a little bit more tan, and you don't ever remember him being this built before. You didn't even realize he was shirtless until now, and you swallow heavily when you notice. He's got a tattoo on his arm, and an ear piercing, and that crush you had starts to come back in full form.

"Cool, cool. You look amazing by the way, how was your first year of college?" You feel your face flush warm at the sudden compliment, almost losing your thoughts, but you remained focused on the conversation.

"Oh, thanks," you respond softly. "It was pretty good, a lot better than I expected. You look great, too," you add, and you sound so lame, but he doesn't seem to care, probably too excited to see you again.

"I'm glad it went well for you," he answers, and he crosses his arms over his chest, which makes you focus on his the way the muscles in his arms move. "Speaking of that," he says, and you're glad he changes the subject because you weren't really sure how to continue. "A friend told me about this show that I know you would love. And since you're back, I thought we could watch it together."

You feel so many things run through you at the thought of hanging out with him again, but you're easily accepting. "Yeah, I'm definitely free, so my couch is always open," you laugh, and his smile seems to get even bigger.

"Awesome! Well, I should get back to working on this car," he says, pointing over his shoulder. "It was good to see you again. Seriously."

"Yeah, you too," you say, taking a step back.

"And I'll be over sooner rather than later to watch that show." He sends you a wink that definitely doesn't make you melt, and you laugh as you nod, walking back towards your house.

"I'll be waiting." And it's not a lie because you literally have nothing else to do but wait. You get back to your house, close the door, and rest your weight on it. You try to fight your giddiness, but you let it out for once before you finally calm yourself down.

Waiting just made you even more anxious though. It was a couple of days before he was even able to come over, having things to do and catch up on, and you currently had the house to yourself because your parents wanted to go on a vacation for their anniversary.

You were close to pulling your hair out waiting, and you decided that a shower might help, thinking that it was the heat that was getting to you. You feel much more relaxed when you get out, walking to your room with a clearer head. You throw your towel on the bed, the specific clothes you wanted to wear in your suitcase because of course they were.

You're going through your clothes when you hear your name being called. You jump, yelping loudly as you quickly cover yourself, looking around for the voice. You look towards your window, your eyes widening and your heart dropping in mortification when you see that it's open.

"Sorry for scaring you," you hear, recognizing the familiar voice, and you can only see Connie's hand peeking out from his window. "I just wanted to let you know that you left it open. I didn't see anything, I swear."

"T-Thanks," you sigh, and you quickly shut the window and the curtains before you fall to the floor, putting your face in your hands and groaning loudly.

~

You didn't move for a while, a million thoughts running through your head, and you finally put your clothes on when you got over your embarrassment. Connie texted you later that day saying that he was free, and you almost canceled. There was no way you were going to be able to have a normal conversation with him now; your face fuming at the thought of being in the same room as him after what happened.

He said he didn't see anything, and you keep repeating that in your head, but it doesn't make you feel that much better. You take a deep breath when you hear the doorbell ring, trying to think positive thoughts as you walk towards it.

Your hands are shaking when you open the door, your eyes meeting a beaming Connie on the other side. "Trust me, you're gonna love this show," he says, walking in when you step to the side. You laugh easily, feeling a sense of comfort come over you as he sits down on the couch.

You sit down next to him as he pulls up the show, and right as he's about to play it, he jumps up, saying that you need snacks. You watch as he runs to the kitchen, and you look at the TV, noting that the show does look like something that you would watch.

He comes back with a bunch of drinks and snacks all in his arms, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you before he sits back down next to you. He's definitely closer to you than he was before. Way closer than he was before, and you can feel the heat coming from him as his body pressed into yours.

You're not really feeling hungry, so you grab a soda, popping the tab open and you take a long sip. You're secretly wishing it was alcohol because it's definitely going to be a long night.

The first episode has you pretty glued in, and you and Connie nurse your drinks through the first episode, but halfway through the second, you're focused on his arm that's made its way behind you. He relaxed further into the couch with a sigh, spreading his legs a little wider, and you breathe out slowly as you press your legs together.

You're starting to sweat, your mind starting to focus on if you should ask Connie if he saw anything earlier today when you got out of the shower. You make an excuse that you have to use the bathroom by the third episode, and Connie agrees, so you go upstairs while he uses the one downstairs. You press your hands against your face, feeling how warm your face is. You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down.

There's no reason for you to be thinking about your stupid crush that's slowly making you horny, which you partially blame on how much he's changed. You hype yourself up before you leave, taking another deep breath and leaving the bathroom.

Connie's not back yet, and you sit down, trying to recall what happened in the second episode. When he gets back, he's still in your space, and you notice that he's a bit warmer than before, but there's no part of you that minds. You ask him to talk about what happened in the second episode, and you both laugh when neither of you can't really remember.

He offers for you to watch it again, and you agree. He turns it back on, but this time as you start to get comfortable, he actually lets his arm rest on your shoulders. You tense for a second but relax shortly after, resting your head on his shoulder, which feels much more firm than you remember.

You can focus a little bit better this time because you remember some of the stuff that you caught before, so you're able to piece stuff together. At one point, you look down, Connie's tattoo catching your eye, so you poke at it when you ask him about it.

He rolls his sleeve up so that you can see it fully. "I got it last year," he says, and you notice that some parts of it look familiar.

"Why?" you ask curiously, and he laughs sheepishly as he scratches his head.

"Uh, you could say I was missing someone," he starts, and you hate how your heart sinks. "And this is her favorite show." Now you feel like shit because that was the show that you and Connie watched together all the time in high school.

"Is she a girlfriend or something?" you find yourself asking, looking away from him.

"Oh, no," he answers. "Um, I've liked her for a long time but I don't know if she feels the same way." You nod, but you don't respond, suddenly wanting to take shelter in your room.

"Well, have you said something to her?" You don't know why you're entertaining this, and you look up at him. Being this close to his face only makes your feelings for him even stronger, and you're just now noticing that his hair's grown out a little.

"I'm kinda scared to, to be honest," he sighs, meeting your eyes. "I don't wanna lose her." He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and you start to focus on his arm that's around you. He practically has you tucked into his side, and then you're thinking about what happened earlier.

"Um, Connie," you say, looking down. "Did you really not see anything earlier today?"

You hear his breath hitch, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer which will determine what you should do with your feelings. He tilts your head up by your chin, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Would you punch me in the dick if I answered honestly?" he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head.

"No, I won't. I promise."

His gaze drops to your lips quickly before it goes back to your eyes, and you fight the urge to look away as you wait in anticipation. "I probably looked at you a lot longer than I should have," he whispers, and your face falls slightly in surprise.

"Really?"

He nods, and you grip his shirt when he leans in closer. "Yeah. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, I couldn't look away." You nearly melt in excitement, the smile on your face so hard for you to fight. "I'm not a creep, I swear. I haven't done that in the past."

"I trust you," you whisper, huffing softly, and you take a deep breath before you say the next thing. "I like you, Connie." He freezes, and you look over his face for a reaction. You're about to retract when he doesn't move, feeling shame bubble up in your stomach, but then he suddenly kisses you.

You hum in surprise before you close your eyes and melt into him. He brings his hand to rest on your neck as your hand grips his shirt. You both pull away to breathe, but he's closing the distance soon after. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he grabs your leg, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"I've liked you for so long," he says against your lips before he moves to kiss down your jaw and towards your neck. "Fuck, I've always thought about this," he mumbles, and you're so overwhelmed with the feeling of his hands running over your body that you can't even respond.

You shudder when his hands make their way under your shirt, and he brings his head up to kiss you again, slowing letting his tongue slide in your mouth, your mouth pliant and easily letting him in. You let him take your shirt off, and he stops to look at your chest. You didn't wear a bra, wondering in the back of your head if part of you "forgot" since you knew that Connie was going to be coming over.

"Shit, they're even prettier up close." It's like he's in a trance as he cups them in his hands, and the moan that you make is louder than you expected it to be. He rolls his fingers around your nipples before leaning down to suck at them.

"C-Connie," you gasp, one hand digging into the couch while the other finds its way to his hair. He keeps his hand pressed on your back so that your chest is arched into him, and you feel tears forming in your eyes. You've never been touched like this before, and you're flooded with so much pleasure that you're not sure if you can take this any longer.

He groans against you as his fingers work into your shorts. You whimper, your legs squeezing around his when he rubs circles over clit. You pull on his hair, and he groans again, using his other hand to roll your hips against him, and that's when you feel it. You didn't notice before, but you can feel how hard he is under you, and you're shaking from all of the different stimulations.

"W-Wait, Connie," you stutter. "Connie, 'm gonna cum--" It's like you're on the edge of the cliff before you finally fall, and your hands grab his shirt like your life depends on it. You cum with his name on your lips, and you don't know if he can tell because he doesn't stop rolling your clit between his fingers.

You pat at his back, and he finally stops as the last of your orgasm flows through you. Your chest is heaving as you slump against him, sweat coating your skin. "Wait, did you--?"

"I've never...no one's ever," you try, nearly embarrassed at your admission, and he nudges your head up with his shoulder. You watch something glaze over his eyes when he looks at your face.

You're still shaking, your body attempting to recover from something it's never felt before. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, rubbing over your legs before he slides you off of him. He grabs your hand when he stands, pulling you towards your room. He kisses you when he gets to the door, pushing it open as he keeps his lips on yours, only pulling away when he gets to your bed. "The couch shouldn't be where your first time happens."

Your face gets hot again as he walks into your room, and he gently guides you to sit down on your bed. "I don't care where it happens," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and he has to hover near your face to hear you. "I just care that it's you."

The smile he responds with makes you warm all over, and he moves you further up your bed, trapping your legs between his as he slides his shirt off. You raise yourself up so you can touch him, and you can see the outline of his dick in his shorts.

You run your hand over it, and he releases a shaky breath before he puts his hand over yours. "You don't have to," he tells you, but you shake your head, moving your hands to the waist of his shorts.

"I...wanna try," you say softly, and he lets his hands slide off of yours, and you tug his shorts down. You move your head back when his dick pops up, and there's nowhere else you can look. He's proportionate in width and length, biting your lip in anticipation of it being inside of you, and you wrap your hand around him gently making his hands ball into fists. You guide him towards your mouth, and you don't really know how to start, so you lick at his head.

You lick at him again when he moans, this time a little more confident, and then you take him into your mouth. He groans, letting his head fall back, and you suck at his head before you sink down on him.

"Damn," he chokes out, looking down at you as he tries to keep his hips still. You bop your head up and down, going further every time until you gag, and you pull away, coughing. You give yourself a moment to breathe before you swallow him again, and he places his hand on your face. "D-Don't hurt yourself, baby," he tries to tell you, but he's practically speechless.

You pull off of him with a string of saliva connecting your lips to him, giving yourself a breather, and you wrap your hand around him again. "Is this okay?" you ask, and he nods quickly, putting his hand over yours.

"Mmh, just a little tighter," he says, squeezing your hand just a little more, and he shudders. "Y-Yeah, just like that." You watch as you both stroke him, and he sighs when you swirl your tongue around his head, and he can't control his hips anymore. "Shit, okay, okay." He moves your hand away, and you pull away, frowning.

"Was that not okay?" He huffs dazedly as he shakes his head.

"It was amazing," he breathes, "but I wanna cum with you around me," he responds, pulling you up so that he can kiss you, and he hums when he can taste himself on your tongue. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asks quietly. "We don't have to."

"I do," you say with a quick nod, and he smiles widely before it falls.

"Oh, uh, you wouldn't happen to have any condoms, would you?" You chew your lip as you shake your head. "That's okay, I have some at my place," he says, and he nearly falls off of the bed as he pulls his shorts up. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" he exclaims as he runs out of your room.

You laugh as you hear him run down the stairs and then the front door opening and closing, and you fall back onto your bed. Your face hurts from how hard you're smiling, and you can't believe what just happened. You start to think that you might be dreaming, so you pinch yourself, and luckily you don't wake up.

You jump when you hear the front door close, and you hear loud footsteps on the stairs again. Connie runs into your room, closing the door behind him as he catches his breath and walks towards you. He has more than one in his hand, and you raise your eyebrows at him, darting between the condoms and him.

"Oh, no, don't worry," he starts. "I just got excited, so I didn't tear one off," he clarifies, and he tosses them to the other side of the bed before taking the rest of his clothes off. You follow suit, and after you do, you freeze when Connie just stares at you.

"What?" you whisper, making a move to cover yourself, but he's quick to pin your arms down, keeping his legs next to yours to keep them open as he hovers over you.

"Sorry, I'm just still getting used to the fact that you're under me like this." Your legs press against his at his words as you feel yourself getting wetter. You want to shrink under his intense gaze, and you close your eyes when he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so pretty," he mumbles against your lips.

"You already said that," you say, a big smile on your face. He lets your arms go in favor of resting his hands on your neck when he kisses you. You do the same, pulling him down so you can feel more of him on you, and you both moan when he grinds against you.

He takes one hand and trails it down your body, giving your tit a teasing squeeze before it travels between your legs. You jump when he rolls his finger over your clit. You can't keep up with the kiss as he keeps up his movements, and he pulls away as he starts to slide his finger in.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" he asks, feeling his lips brush against yours with every word, and you shake your head, at a loss for words as he moves his finger in and out of you. "So, I'm gonna be the first to stretch this pretty pussy out?"

You nod quickly, your nails digging into his shoulder as he adds another finger inside. "Wanted it to be you," you say, not really feeling shy to admit it anymore, and he drops his head in your neck.

"Fuck," he sighs, stretching you out when he spreads his fingers, and you bring his face back to yours, the feeling of his lips on yours seems to ground you in a way. "You wanted it to be me?"

You hum your answer as you nod again. "Always thought about it being you." You watch his eyes roll as he bites his lips, feeling him shudder at your words.

He keeps his eyes on yours, and the look in them seems to make you even hotter. "Mm, I'm gonna make it so good for you." He puts gentle pressure on your clit, rolling his thumb over the sensitive bud, and you grab his wrist as you moan.

Your legs tremble around him, and you tighten your grip on his wrist when you feel that familiar pressure building. "I'm ready, Connie, c'mon." He chuckles softly, curling his fingers a couple more times just to tease you before he slides them out of you.

He sits up, and you watch as he licks over his fingers before shoving them in his mouth. He groans softly as his eyes roll, and you chew on your lip gently as you watch him. "Damn, you taste amazing," he sighs. "I wanna eat you out so bad," he tells you as he rips one of the condoms off. "But you don't mind if I fuck you first, do you?"

You don't know how he can still keep that playful smile he always has while being unbelievably hot at the same time. You shake your head quickly at his question, feeling like you're going dizzy from arousal. Your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you as you watch him roll it on, and you swear your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You're so caught up, that you jump a little when he places his hand softly on your face. "You'll tell me if you're hurting, okay?" he asks, resting his weight on one of his elbows, leaving his face close to yours again.

"Yeah, I will," you breathe, and he holds his other hand up, pinky extended.

"Promise?" You roll your eyes, matching the smile on his face. Connie made it a habit when you both were in high school to kiss your fingers when they were interlaced, saying that the promise was stronger that way.

That's what you expect him to do, but when you lock your finger with his, he moves to kiss you on the lips instead. It makes you dazed for a second, but the split second after, you can feel yourself falling even harder for him. He grabs a pillow, having you lift your hips up so that he can slide it under you. You look down at the same time he does as he lines himself up, tensing up reflexively, and he shifts his weight so that he can rub at your hip.

"Relax," he whispers, somehow managing to keep his face close to yours. "Just lemme know if it's too much." He circles the tip of his dick at your hole, making your legs twitch, and he starts pushing in at the same time he starts rubbing at your clit.

You're thankful for the distraction because it's definitely more than his fingers. Your nails dig into his arm as you wince, and you reassure him to keep going; it's not painful, just a little uncomfortable. Once his hand is free, he uses it to rub over your body, continuing his motions on your clit.

Connie's head falls against yours as he digs his hand into the sheets next to you. "Oh...myfuckingGod," he groans, his hands moving to grab at the pillows by your head. "F-Fuck, you're so--shit." He tries his hardest to move carefully without hurting you, but it doesn't help that your cunt has such a tight hold on him, practically sucking him in without much effort.

He lets out a ragged breath, trying to shift his focus back to you. "Talk to me, baby," he says, lifting his head up slightly as he opens his eyes so that he can fully see your face. "How ya feeling?"

He doesn't move once he's fully inside of you, even though it's almost impossible, allowing you to adjust for as long as you need. "I feel good," you answer softly, moving your hands towards his. He grabs them, lacing his fingers with yours as he moves your arms over your head. You try to remember to breathe as your body gets used to being full in a way that it's never been filled before.

Being in this position makes you realize how close Connie is to you. You can't help but stare at him, feeling every part of him that's touching you. You think about how intimate this whole thing is, and you can't help but get the feeling that this feels right. You can tell he feels the same way, his lips meeting yours for a kiss that's deeper than the previous ones. One that says more than you ever could.

"You can move," you urge quietly, and you moan when he shifts just a little on his knees.

He groans in response, letting his head fall forward. "Dunno if I can, to be honest," he whispers.

"Why?" He can't look at you when he answers, back to focusing on how he's supposed to be making this whole experience good for you.

"Because I'll cum in a second," he admits against your skin, and you feel him take a deep breath as he squeezes your hands. You meet his glazed eyes when he lifts his head back up.

"I'm ready when you are." Your mouth falls open as you gasp when he moves, not really caring for the empty feeling you have when he slides out. You moan when he moves back in, his movements jolting your body with every thrust. Your eyes roll as you feel your toes curl, and you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to stop for a second.

"O-Oh, God," he moans. "Y-Yeah...I'm gonna cum, 'm gonna--fuck me." You feel his hips stutter out of rhythm, a loud groan of your name signaling his orgasm.

You feel him slow down, but to your surprise, he doesn't completely stop, letting go of your hand in favor of pulling your leg up further. He picks up his pace instantly, sending your back arching as he reaches that pleasurable spot with the new angle. Your free hand braces on his neck, your nails once again finding home in his skin.

He hooks your leg in the crook of his elbow, his nails digging into your hips as he pulls you into him. "Your pussy's fucking sucking me in, h-holy shit!"

You jump when you feel his finger rubbing your swollen clit, and your back arches, pushing you further into the onslaught of your pleasure. "C-Connie! Fuck--" You can't even finish your sentence, your face contorting as your climax mounts.

"God, you feel so good. Shit, baby." You try to keep your eyes on his when he finally looks at you again, but it's no use. Your eyes slip closed, every snap of his hips sending you higher and higher.

Connie whines at the oversensitivity, opting to bite at your neck as an attempt to hold himself in for just a little longer, groaning with every thrust into your tight heat. "Gonna--cum," you rush out. "Connie, 'm gonna cum." It's really the only warning he gets, your body going taut, and your legs shake as your orgasm crashes over you.

It's definitely something you never felt before, almost scared at the number of things you're feeling, and you hold onto Connie as he cums right behind you, riding out your highs. You don't let go of him until he stops moving, not realizing how tightly you were holding onto him until he does.

Your body relaxes, letting you collapse onto the bed as Connie barely catches himself with his hand. You pull him onto you anyway, not wanting to separate from him just yet. "Oh, my God," he says around a laugh which you copy. He looks at you, running a finger over your face. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"

"I'm more than okay, Connie." You pull him into a softer kiss, mostly because it feels like you could fall asleep any minute now. You hum into the kiss as he lets your leg fall. He smiles widely, peppering kisses all over your face.

You wince when he slides out of you, and he apologizes softly before urging you to move over. He pulls the blanket that you were on off the bed before taking it out of your room, and you roll over on your side, feeling more than satisfied. You hear him come back, only rolling back over when he pulls you to face him. He cleans you up with a warm washcloth before handing you some medicine and water for the soreness.

He grabs another blanket, throwing it over the both of you when he lays down with you, and you roll over so that you're facing him. He rubs over your body so gently that it nearly puts you to sleep, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"So, what happens now?" Connie asks, his voice barely audible to you, and you barely manage a shrug.

"What do you want to happen?" You move your head so that you can look at him, seeing that he's already looking at you.

"Well, I dunno if you could tell, but I like you a lot," he answers, "and not just for your body," he adds, and you huff as you roll your eyes.

"Does that explain the tattoo then?" you find yourself asking, and you think you see a faint blush on his face.

"Yeah, pretty much," he admits. "I was going through some stuff, and I really wanted you here. I thought it would help."

"You could've just called me," you say, your brows creasing slightly.

"Yeah, but you were out having fun, and I didn't wanna affect that," he responds, and you move further into him causing him to hold you closer to him.

"Well, now that I'm your girlfriend, you can call me any time," you whisper, the feeling of falling asleep right around the corner. You feel his chuckle vibrate against you, and right as sleep catches up to you, you hear it.

"I love you."

Your eyes close as you smile, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. "Love you, too, Con."

[artofloof]

Hai!

Okay, so first, I love your art, and I'm gonna smap like your stuff for a bit because it's just so BEAUTIFUL >:0

And second, a little bird told me your requests are open :>

So while they still are, shall I ask if you could draw a human DreamSwap Nightmare? That would be diddly darn awesome.

this ask took me a while to unpack okay so first of all,

thank you so much for the kind words!!!!! it makes me really happy to know people like my work, because the whole reason I post is because I wanna bring some joy to others - the way I get happy when I see art on my dash sometimes :)

and second of all I really don't like dreamswap so I'm sorry i didn't do exactly what you asked of me... didn't even make him human since those are still hard for me to draw </3 oopsies my bad

fanart of DS Nightmare dying in a glue trap:

[borzoilover69]

> BORZOI: READ HOMESTUCK LIKE ITS 2011 (PART 3)

We are so fucking back. (4178)

Idiot captchalogued things one by one point and LAUGH. One soup can. One bullet. Bro would be horrible at unpacking.

Never getting over the fact how damn much Jake mentions Dirk in only the FIRST FEW PAGES that we meet him properly like damn dude you got something going with him or what..

And he seems so insistent on finding answers, even if its just backing up his own conclusions, rather than Janes stubborn pushing of the point. This is semi-tragic. Knowing that in their time, they were never considered heroes, but lords.

4184 YOU. *grips and shakes you* STOP IMPLYING FLIRTING YOU DARN QUEERS. Jake just CAAASUALLY mentioning how much he compliments strider, Dirks ar (but in this case a pretty accurate representation of Dirk) just CAASUALLY MENTIONING THAT THEY'VE DONE THIS TANGO BEFORE LIKE HELLOO?? FLUSTERED AMBIVALENCE? HAH??

Iconic line.

I need to think on this for a while. Speaking wise that's true, I'm sure it's fooled his friends before when Dirk just didnt want to talk. I'm rather fond of how Dirk and Jake call each other out on being annoying and hard to work with. Because they are, but that's what makes their relationship all the funnier and real to me LOL. They're ribbing at each other in a way that motivates each other to one up because they. They get it i guess. Thinking now, I don't like relationships where it's just adoration and softness... Nah i want them to beat the crap out of each other. I like ot think they used to bitch at each other for HOURS as kids, but all in good favour.

This idiot is changing from the casual to the formal desktop point and LAUGH. But also it brings up another strange contradiction where Jake "catches on" without being actually.. told to catch on.

From page 4183: You put on a few of your more ostentatious devices. Luckily (or unfortunately) you grew up alone, so there was never anyone around to point out how ridiculous you look.

And then from page 4186

You shed this ridiculous outfit because you look like an idiot. It's time to get serious here. 

Maybe I'm reading too into it. I probably am. But it always astound me the awareness Jake has to some degree. I deadass want to get in his head and mess with his brain a little to see what's up. Its like he'll always go "Oh cool, neato, its this thing!" and then go "This thing is fucking stupid" later. From what im gathering >HUSKTOP: Clunky, too hands on. Good for casual use and movies (I'm assuming)

>COMPUTER OUTFIT? Comfortable, but it looks stupid. And an idiot.

>SKULLTOP: A real businessmans computer. Probably one of the most used ones of the bunch and the ire of Jakes shitty vision.

Also I just got done reading this conversation AGAIN, and I remeber in my previous reading, someone commented that they always took it as Jake defending the autoresponder, but if anything other than Dirk hes probably the most frustrated with it at times outright putting it down and demeaning its presumedly simulated built on feelings, which Hal will proceed to call him out on MULTIPLE times. Which backs up my conclusion that he knew Dirk really just didn't like the thing. My boyfriend saw me reading this out and said something along the line of "Jake has libra coding they can't bring up their point w/o including a third party in the matter" or something. It was a few days ago. I don't know zodiacs so take that as you will.

Along with this, I guess I see where Jakes frustration is coming from, this guy is running on canned food, frustration at being taunted and poked at by Dirks ruddy autoresponder, and he has no times for japery and lighthearted fun from Jane gadzooks hes on a mission!!

4189

There it is again!! That- *waves hands* THAT KIND OF KNOWLEDGE!! YOU SCALLIWAG!! HOWD YOU DRAW THAT CONCLUSION?? HOOOW DID YOU DO IT WITH SUCH LITTLE EXPLAINATION OR BACKING HOW DID YOU FUCKING KNOW?? LIKE JANE WAS FUCKING VAGUE AS SHIIIT ABOUT IT AND YOU JUMPED TO.. THAT CONCLUSION?? WHAT IS YOUR DEAL??

4190

You telling me they slept in the same house together dawg i thought Brobot powered off somewhere remote. Arguably a stupid conclusion but I FORGOT its been a while OKAY.

Operation U-235 Brocurement. Codename: Big Man Hass the Rock.

Heh.

I mean it's reasonable. Given growing up in a hellmurder island, defeat can equal great bodily harm or even death, being cautious about getting too far outside of your comfort zone and quote being a hero endquote will kill you.

A lot of people fail to realise how Jake was affected by living in such circumstances because it just comes down to gungho boy wonder who loves adventure!! And is. A coward. When flight is the thing separating you from living to dying etc, it can affect a lot of life choices like that. For example, hes perfectly up for the idea of plundering tombs, because its territory hes familiar and accustomed to. But he doesnt deal with being tossed a curveball or into new circumstances well.

And yet again Hal brings up a good point. If you bank on victory or defeat and not about the journey it gets to take there which leaves you stranded at the starting line overcompensating for the lack you never worked hard to make, you won't get anywhere, which is why Page class suits him well. Dirk and Jake have this thing in common where they are often too future thinking to the point of being narrow minded, they think they're being realistic when realistically.. these personal pursuits are needed to be fought with undying human spirit so as to conquer and further their self journeys.

Like yes, there's always the prospect of failure. Dirk feels resigned, doomed to the fact he will turn out terrible and therefore he should fuck off. Jake feels daunted by the task of actually living up to the expectations he feels are built upon him by his friends and himself, and chooses to isolate himself rather than build on the hope that maybe he can be known and loved regardless, and acknowledge the hurt he may undoubtedly cause. But with every prospect of failure comes a prospect of success and sure being resigned to failure doesn't hurt but even so you should still strive and claw your way to a happy ending otherwise whats it worth more than pointless self suffering and guilt? Because if you look at it everything is doomed everything is going to fail or fall out of touch eventually but if you turn it on its head, you see that means that unequivocally for a brief moment in time everything will be okay, that bad things will turn out for the better (somehow) in the end. It's the chicken and the egg question, which came first? It's a neverending circle. I got carried away there. Whoops. Anyways.

"Thing". He doesn't acknowledge him as a person it's a "thing".

So you, Jake english (totally straight guy) decree the brobot as bane of your existence (its your company in this hellscape) and is pointed out that you can CHANGE that, that is something YOU can control, that has been brought up to you MULTIPLE times by your BEST FRIEND by his AUTORESPONDER and yet you REFUSE to change it because when given it too easy it feels almost. Almost..tender you say? You proceed to get flustered and.. change the subject? Boy. Boy speak to me boy. You are COMPLICIT in your own downfall because you hate it being too easy, you FEAR it being too easy. For what?

Look at him go.

4195

Hopefully your dad is still out back washing the car. Ideally this is one of his legendary infinite car washes. What can you say? Dad fancies his automotive ablutions.

4191

GT: Man where IS he anyway??? GT: Is he taking one of his legendary infinite showers? TT: What can I say. TT: Dude fancies his ablutions.

4195

While he is preoccupied, you should be able to sneak downstairs and grab the mail undetected. The perfect crime? You bet.

You slip the HALLWAY CERA a furtive wink for good luck.

Jane you are the silliest girl to ever grace this earth never ever drop your dramatics and joyous whimsy. Your relationship with your father is endearing and sweet. Given this it's a safe bet to say Johns would've mimicked this, its just nice to see a pretty sweet goddamn family.

4199 Imagine walking downstairs and seeing this of course their families cant be reasonably normal about anything.

And another sort of outward representation of struggle with the kids environment. With how harsh and how thoroughly restricted Jane is in her household, despite being so far up she might as well just serve as a figurehead to the cooking empire than of anything remote. All backdoors, front doors, windows are closed, which also draws to her general ignorance to actual things. You could even say shes.. whats the word? Oh yes. trapped. In her views. Yes. *The crowd starts seething at me as I click my little device to change slides.*

4202 READY FOR WHAT??

YES, I am going out with this book! No, I will not go get an unabridged copy! No, I will not take yours! I can hardly even lift it! Oh, that is so preposterous. Do you even hear what you're saying? I will be fine! This is a perfectly funny book and it contains many incredibly funny jokes! Oh, will you just stop it. I am going now. Good day!!!

4207

Do you think this was the mystery of johns childhood that he could never solve. Do you. Cus i do. He didn't have a nanna he was raised by the condesce.

The message has always been a fascinating mystery to you, and probably was to him as well. From the way it's written, it seems it was intended for him to receive after her death. She talks about a journey he is supposedly meant to go on. 

In any case, this message to poppop from his sweet old nanna is the best evidence you have to dispute all this evil batterwitch nonsense. She clearly cared for her grandson very much, and would never start a company responsible for the things it's accused of, let alone be alive today to perpetrate them. But then, what if she wasn't the one who wrote it? This thought makes you very nervous.

Big ole fucking SIGH. And he was never able to get that faaar at all. With that in mind I'd be interested to see anyone analyse the post scratch versions of the betas. Would John Crockers deal deem him a failure to his classpect? What about the others? I don't know, food for thought.

4215

Damn. Ok well I just reached the end of an image allowance so i guess. I wrap up here?

GG: I care very much for you, and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you both in my dreams, and here in this world. GG: So for whatever good it does, just please be extra careful out there today! GT: Roger that janey! GT: And um same goes for you about being careful what with these various rogues accosting you with foul play lately and whatnot... GT: Because well i sure do care a lot about you too you know that. GG: Hooray! Will do. ;B GG: Now let's get this silly old adventure off to the races before the coat of dust it's growing gets any thicker. GT: Booyeah! GT: Ok good luck jane and keep me posted! C ya.

Yet another goddamn reminder that they give a whole fucking damn about each other.

[carriedreamerxx]

Currently in the process of writing my first Pokemon fandom "horror" and having a blast - I mean we have a darn yandere type "main" - so how could I not?

***Episode 6: Blueberry Yonder****

*****

"well, well look who's decided to come grace our academy."

She stiffened. That voice... Oh there was no way. Arceus didn't hate her that much. There was no way Arceus could possibly-!

"Oh there you are Kiki!" Carmine chirped in far too high pitch a voice. It was seriously giving Juliana a bit of a headache truth be told but-...whoa.

She'd heard of growth spurts overnight but was this- was this normal? Arven had apparently shot up about five inches or so when he had turned fifteen sure but...

"...Kieran?" She said in sheer disbelief, no really this kid had been-!? And now he was-?

Was it the hair? Maybe it was the hair making him taller..? But, no it had been a year so... So... Maybe?

She jumped back from the hand outstretched in front of her, instinctually really because ... Because ...

Danger.

Arven's voice whispered in her mind.

"Oh c'mon, no need to be shy. What are you a Skwovet?"

Her hand was abruptly seized and she bit back a squeak of alarm. Like a Skwovet indeed.

"I um-."

"Speechless? Yeah, it's amazing what a year can do huh? Impressed?" He smirked and that grip was... Growing tighter. She saw Carmine's face, while completely unwavering her gaze had... Nonetheless drifted to that clasping of hands.

"Uh... Sure, so you've been hard at work then?" She made to pull away but the grip...just tightened. "I mean at training?"

"You could say that." He beamed and the smile only just got bigger the more she pulled, and it wasn't so subtle this time either. Finally with a literal yank, Juliana was able to pull away. He didn't even look fazed when she stuffed her hand in her pocket, and took a small step back.

Again he didn't look fazed. "So how's the ogre doing?"

"She's fine. She's in good hands."

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? Where is it? Not here?"

She swallowed down the instinctual ire and instead decided to channel La Primera to the best of her ability and kept her smile constant.

"No, she's still at Naranja."

Kieran's narrowed. "Oh, how sweet. It didn't want to come with you?"

"No, she likes Paldea, so she's staying with someone I trust until the end of the semester. Problem?"

Carmine sucked in a breath next to her as at that moment, oh that moment those eyes flashed with such hatred for a moment it almost took her breath away but then... Just as quickly... The boy shrugged.

"Can't blame a guy for being curious now can you?"

Danger. Danger. Danger.

"... No I suppose I can't. She's fine. If you'll excuse me I need to unpack-."

"Oh right, right, fourth floor right?"

She froze.

"you're on the fourth floor, room 26 right?"

Badum. Badum.

"how do you ...?"

"Like hell I will you-!" She began but he's already turned and was sauntering away. He looked over his shoulder.

He shrugged. "I'm champion around here, I know everything, and what I don't-." His eyes glimmered with another burst of... Maniacal glee. "I make it my business to find out." He smirked again. "Welcome to blueberry Juliana, who knows... Maybe you'll bring my ogre here after all."

Little Buddy.... Be careful.

"Oh by the way, this isn't Paldea, best be ready for an actual fight... little friend."

Her skin chilled and he just laughed.

"Yes Kiki I've told her all about that don't you worry!" Carmine called out.

"Oh shut up." He waved her away.

Again Carmine's face didn't even change despite the twitch that Juliana saw. "Of course, see you at dinner, little. Brother." She said through that grit toothed smile.

"Uh... Carmine?"Juliana mumbled. "Are you....okay?"

"Hm? Oh of course! Now you must be absolutely exhausted from such a long flight!" She clasped her hands together. "Let's get you all settled then!" She laughed a brittle fake laugh that only worsened the chill running down Juliana's spine. The grip on her arm was like steel as she was more or less pulled down the hall to the cacophony of Carmine's almost endless chatter.

What ... What the heck was going on?

*****

[spockandawe]

hello! i came across your wips button and i wonder if youll ever go do them? the transformers ones sound super good!!

That.... is an excellent question and one I'm not super equipped to answer! The boring downer angle is that I've been horribly, immovably blocked on art and writing for a long while now, and it drives me nuts trying to shake that AND i rarely have any luck. I know i can write pretty darn well, and I can do it FAST, there was a hot minute where i successfully held myself to uploading at least one piece of art or writing per day. That pace was never going to last, my art got better and my fics got longer, plus i went from languishing in the falling action of grad school to having an actual job, which was both a less flexible schedule and also more money to explore other hobbies. But that period of my life really drove home how important that rhythm and periodicity is to me, and i haven't been able to recapture that in years.

As it is right now, if i manage to finish anything, it's only going to happen with either a fandom at the VERY very forefront of my mind (svsss or the raksura core au right now), or with an idea too fresh and good and crunchy to resist, independent of fandom (there's a dungeon meshi idea lightly haunting me). Transformers is a remarkably good playground, I love it SO much, but it's been years since I reread any significant part of it, so the ideas aren't flowing. I trust my old ideas, but if the canon isn't fresh, or I'm not actively talking about it, the spark is unlikely to catch. There's an off-chance of me reacting to an idea in some other fic via a medium of transformers smut, but I'm also struggling to read right now too 🥲

But! But!!!! A thing ive noticed and that drives me bananas is that when i move, the shape of my hobbies changes. I vibed really well with writing in NJ and MA, and COMPLETELY lost the ball when i relocated to VA. I cross-stitched in NJ, faded in MA, and lost it in VA. I bookbound like nuts in VA, but i just did a local move, and I'm no longer getting the reaction of 'I'm idle, I should make a book.' I don't know where things will go, first was a rush to unpack my boxes, then was a rush to learn to paint a room, and now my home is full of jumbled furniture and objects and I'm so overwhelmed that all I want to do is lie in bed and level grind in video james.

Teal deer, i can't tell what hobby is going to take center stage now, and it's driving me nuts. But it could be writing! I'm much more confident about my writing than lots of other creative endeavors. I also want to revisit canon for a lot of old fandoms. I think the wip list predates my cnovel phase, but i have two beefy svsss wips, and at least two short ones, and two aus I'd love to flesh out. I have raksura core writing. I have a tf bookbinding project that's been languishing for. 1.5 years. But if i can find my momentum, I'll be diving back into canon. And i really think 5-10k of hard weird emotional smut really is my wheelhouse. I wish so hard i could recapture that energy! This is a response much longer than it needed to be, but just imagine me as the WHY ARE YOU CLOSED meme at my own brain, and much more confused and frustrated than anyone else that I don't write anymore 🤣

[duhragonball]

Do you like as much as I do that a lot of fans of kale and caulifla including kaiserneko from teamfourstar think kale is gay for cualifla

I'm not sure I follow the question, so let me unpack this.

Yes, I do think that Caulifla and Kale are romantically linked in some way. It's not clear to me if they're already in a relationship, or they'd like to be and haven't gotten that far, or maybe they haven't figured it out yet. But they do act pretty darn gay for each other.

If other fans agree with me on this, then I suppose that's gratifying. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who sees it this way. I mean, I don't think it's very subtle, so it doesn't surprise me that a lot of fans are seeing the same thing I'm seeing.

On the other hand, it's not that important to me that other people agree with me on things like this. Kaiserneko is a pretty sharp when it comes to Dragon Ball analysis, so his opinions do carry a lot of weight, but he also thinks World's Strongest is the best old-school DBZ movie, which is just all kinds of wrong. I'm sure he and I would disagree on a lot of things, and that's okay.

I'm not a "shipper" in any meaningful sense. There's couples I like in fiction, and unaffiliated characters that I could see hitting if off, but it's not something I spend a lot of time thinking about. I wrote a Caulikale fic several years ago, but that was mostly because I wanted to dip my toe in that scene, and I do enjoy the characters a lot.

Do I like that they're gay? I think it's a good thing, yeah. There needs to be more representation in this franchise, and in pop culture in general. I wanted to see women Super Saiyans for a long time, and Caulifla and Kale finally came along. If they're wlw characters on top of that, then that's great.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't have a vested interest in Caulifla and Kale being gay. It's just something I noticed pretty early on, and a lot of other people did as well, and I think they make a nice couple, and it's a healthy thing for the franchise and the fandom to have. It pisses off dudebros and waifu-havers alike, and I think that's pretty badass.

That being said, it's not representation for me, since I'm a cishet man. And I'm not a shipper, so it isn't as important to me as it would be to a dyed-in-the-wool Caulikale shipper. I just like that two gals can have a romantic time beating the crap out of Goku in the middle of a multiversal tournament.

I also get a kick out of the reply guys who come out of the woodwork to go "noooooooo they're just really good friends u don't understand!" Stay salty, reply guys.

[krihmuh]

"Get Out: Unmasking the Deeper Horrors"

What's good, horror buffs! Let's talk about a film that not only shook the movie world but also had everyone buzzing about race, privilege, and society. Yup, you guessed it - Jordan Peele's incredible debut, "Get Out," which hit theaters in 2017. Now, stay woke because we're diving deep into this cinematic gem, unpacking its layers and uncovering the profound themes that make it so groundbreaking. 

Imagine this: you're watching the movie, and you start to realize that it's not just about the fear of the unknown lurking in the dark. No, it's about racial objectification, cultural appropriation, and the subtle nuances of privilege that often go unnoticed. "Get Out" brilliantly portrays the struggles faced by black people like me in a society where we’re often treated as commodities, our culture exploited and our voices silenced. But hey, we're not just here to scratch the surface, we're delving deep into the heart of the matter, dissecting some significant themes that Peele skillfully wove into this film. This isn't just a horror movie; it's a thought-provoking, eye-opening masterpiece that challenges our perspectives and sparks essential conversations. So, grab your popcorn, get comfy, and join me as we unravel the layers of "Get Out," because trust me, there's so much more to this movie than meets the eye. 

So, this movie definitely requires (and deserves) several rewatches to really understand the pretty heavy topics embedded within it, like you know, the whole “appropriating/coveting of black bodies” thing? The Armitage family's creepy plan? Swapping the minds of older white folks into young, healthy black bodies. It's not just a horror plot twist; it's a powerful yet subtle message. Peele uses the body snatching and kidnapping ring as an element of fantasy in the horror genre. That is to say that since we know that white people aren't actually going around and mind swapping into black bodies, it feels less in your face. However, the concept is still horrific especially when commenting on the black experience because it speaks on something much deeper. We can still relate with the idea from afar due to generations of appropriation and fetishization experienced from non people of color to us. Peele crafted a chilling metaphor for how black lives have been dehumanized and turned into commodities. Essentially, it's like saying, "Hey, look at how society has treated us black individuals as vessels for someone else's existence."

Now onto that cringe-worthy party scene in "Get Out." You know, the one where Chris is stuck in a whirlwind of microaggressions and well-meaning but totally clueless comments. It's not just a random moment; it's a peek into the sneaky world of cultural appropriation. "Get Out" dives headfirst into this tricky topic, showing how black culture often gets picked apart and repackaged for mainstream consumption. And that party? Oh man, this is a perfect example. Chris finds himself bombarded with remarks that might seem innocent but are actually pretty darn insensitive. It's like his identity is being erased, and his cultural heritage is reduced to nothing more than a passing trend. Jordan Peele brilliantly uses this scene to shed light on how casually people can appropriate black culture, treating it like a cool “I would vote for Obama for a third term” type of accessory without understanding its significance. Though this was an obvious commentary that I observed during the first watch, the implications of these scenes hit deeper and deeper with subsequent screenings.

We also can't forget about the eerie yet incredibly powerful "sunken place" in the film. It is imagined as this nightmarish void where people are trapped and silenced, unable to escape. Now, why is it so significant? It's not just a frightening scene to watch, especially when Chris sinks into the chair; it's a brilliant metaphor for the way black voices are marginalized in our society. This horrifying concept is Peele's way of shedding light on the systemic suppression of black stories and experiences. It's like saying, “Hey, look at how society pushes black narratives to the sidelines, keeping them quiet and invisible." And the way he visualizes it – this nightmarish void – makes you confront the harsh reality of social silencing. So, when you're watching those scenes in the "sunken place," it's not just a cinematic choice; it's a call to recognize the voices that have been muted for far too long.

Now to a pretty bold move by "Get Out" – it takes on something called white liberal racism. Now, you might think that progressive folks are immune to racist attitudes, right? Well, not at all. The movie shows us that even seemingly well-meaning, progressive families like the Armitages can have some serious issues beneath the surface.

So, here’s the four-one-one: the Armitage family appears all open-minded and accepting, but they're actually a prime example of what we call performative allyship. You know, where people act like they're supportive but their actions tell a different story. Jordan Peele brilliantly peels back the layers, revealing the subtle, underlying racism that can exist within these circles.

In the film, the Armitages showcase how racism isn't just about blatant hatred. Nope, it can sneak in through small, seemingly harmless comments – those sneaky and derogatory little things we call microaggressions – and even through cultural appropriation. Peele's characters serve as a sharp reminder that racism can hide behind a facade of progressivism, catching us off guard when we least expect it.

Jordan Peele’s “Get Out”, definitely grabs you by the shoulders and violently shakes those who have been kind of living under a rock when it comes to what the film is trying to portray. Think of it as a wake-up call wrapped in a suspenseful story. Yes, it terrifies us, but it does something even more profound – it makes us question our beliefs and biases. It challenges our perspectives and makes us reevaluate societal norms that we might have taken for granted.

This film, to me, is a catalyst for change. It sparks conversations we desperately need to have. When we dissect and analyze the layers of meaning in "Get Out," we're not just watching a movie; we're taking a journey toward understanding and empathy. It compels us to confront our own prejudices, biases, and blind spots. And that’s where the real power of "Get Out" lies – in its ability to inspire change, one uncomfortable conversation at a time. So, the next time you watch it, sit in the discomfort each scene makes you feel. Because it’s in that discomfort that real change starts to happen.

[phdmama]

For the ask game, may I prompt either 12 (things you said when you thought I was asleep) or 14 (things you said after we kissed), whichever speaks to you, for Drarry please? 💜

You absolutely can, pal! (Hopefully you won't be offended by the smut!) (Also this isn't quite SOOC (straight out of the camera) but it's pretty darn close!) I hope you enjoy it!! xox

For 14: things you said after we kissed

Drarry, ~1570 words, Explicit

Potter talks in his sleep.

This fact is less astounding than the one that accompanies it — that is, the fact that it’s Draco Malfoy who knows this.

Oh, Draco’s not the only one, he’s well-aware. Granger knows, obviously. Even though they don’t ever talk about it, somehow the entire school is completely aware of the story of the Golden Trio’s heroic journey seeking Horcruxes, including Granger and Potter bunking together in close quarters for months. Weasley must know as well, given that he’s shared a room with Potter off and on for years, even after the Final Battle. Probably all those Gryffindors do. Maybe Potter’s had bed partners who’ve been privy to those moments, though Draco’s heard the rumours that Potter never allows anyone into his home and never, ever spends the night.

So how has Draco come to be privy to this information? For the last year and then some, Potter and Malfoy have been the unlikeliest of roommates at University.  They were paired together by Oxford’s version of the Sorting Hat (it’s far less dramatic — the magic is tied to your acceptance letter, so that when you show up on Move-In Day, you’ve been assigned to room with your most compatible classmate). When Draco had stepped into their first year dorm room, his heart had dropped at the sight of Potter stretched out on the bed furthest from the door, but Potter had simply stood up and held out his hand with a cool “Malfoy,” and that, as they say, had been that. 

At first they had just sort of existed in parallel planes in the room, side by side but never intersecting, but it turns out, the sheer fact of spending that much time in close proximity to one another had ended up…  not erasing the past but somehow allowing it to fade into the distance. Once you’ve seen a man drooling toothpaste down his chin as he rants about his fucking psychopotionology professor, or stumbling around with the most astonishing bedhead imaginable before coffee and an early class, or averted your eyes from his morning wood during said stumbling, well. It’s hard to keep one’s distance, is all. Things had gone so well that they’d signed up to room together again this year.

Anyway, all this is to say, yes, Potter talks in his sleep and Draco knows about it. Potter had mentioned it diffidently as Draco had unpacked his things that first day, and Draco had somehow failed to remind Potter of the fact that they’re both wizards and certainly capable of spells that might solve the concern of Potter bothering Draco. Draco hadn’t said anything other than “I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

It turns out, Draco was completely wrong about this, but not for the reasons you might think. It’s a problem not because Potter is loud, he’s actually quite soft-spoken in his sleep, and it’s not that Potter is keeping Draco from sleeping, because Draco doesn’t sleep well.

No, it’s a problem because of what Potter says. Some nights it’s just incomprehensible mumbling, with maybe one or two words distinguishable amongst the gibberish. That’s not so bad. Some nights it’s awful, muffled whimpers and pleas, where Potter whispers Weasley’s name, or Granger’s, anguished and defeated. It’s all Draco can do to keep from bridging the divide between their two beds to try and offer some simple human comfort. Some nights it’s hilarious, and the next morning Potter will invariably say, “I had the craziest dream last night,” and tell Draco a story about being a prize-winning cheese rolling down a hill or being able to talk to sheep or whatever. 

Tonight, though, it’s clear Potter is having a vivid dream, but not one of the hilarious ones. No, this is the worst kind of night because Potter is… well, there’s no other way to put it. Potter is having a sex dream and the noises he makes are almost too much for Draco to bear. These dreams hadn’t started until several months into their first year, and they were rare enough at first that Draco could bolt to the ensuite and wait it out. 

But apparently, Potter came back from summer hols horny, because the dreams have been happening more and more frequently, to the point where Draco is about to either hire Potter an escort or just suck his dick, which, if Draco’s being honest, is something he’d love to do even if he weren’t up at night listening to Potter moaning. Like, tonight for example. Potter’s been getting louder than usual for the last several minutes, groaning into his pillow as his hips rock against the mattress. 

Draco has resolutely turned his back to Potter and pulled his pillow over his head in a vain attempt to block out the noise, but he can hear the way Potter’s movements are speeding up, the way Potter chants yeah yeah fuck like that yeah but then something happens that has not happened before. 

Potter sucks in his breath on a gasp and says, oh yeah fuck, like that Draco, just like that, and comes.

Draco feels every muscle in his body lock up and he bites his tongue to keep from shouting.

Did that. What. That was. Potter just said Draco’s name. In his sleep. During a sex dream.

As he was coming.

Draco carefully lifts the pillow from his head and rolls quietly onto his back. In the other bed, Potter is unmoving now, and Draco can hear the way Potter’s breath is slowing down and evening out, until soon, Potter is quiet and, one supposes, dreamless in the aftermath of a really good orgasm. At least, Draco assumes it was good.

It sounded good.

But Draco is not sleeping, dreamless or otherwise. No, Draco’s eyes are wide open and staring at the ceiling he can’t even see. His heart is racing and his mouth is dry and. Well. 

His cock is hard. Like, really hard. Draco heroically battles against the urge to reach into his loose, cotton, sleep pants and wrap a hand around himself, instead holding himself still in the dark, listening intently for any indication that Potter is anything but deeply asleep. There’s nothing, just Potter’s slow breathing and occasionally snuffles. Draco swallows. 

It’s not that he’s never wanked with Potter in the room but there’s a kind of etiquette to it, and getting off because your roommate just got off while asleep feels somewhat not on. But times are dire and needs must, so after giving it another minute, Draco gives in, shoves the duvet down below his waist.

He starts slow, inhaling as he reaches deep within himself to call his Lubrico, trying not to make a sound at how good it feels as the warm and fragrant oil coats his palm, easing the glide of his hand. The familiar scent, spicy and citrus, reaches his nose and for a moment he wonders if Potter will smell it in the morning. He imagines Potter waking up to sticky sleep pants and the scent of Draco’s Lubrico, wonders if that would turn him on.

The thing is, there have been some moments of late, where there’s been… this feeling. Draco can’t really explain it but it feels like there’s something drawing them towards each other, kindling laid on a hearth, just waiting for the match. There’ve been late nights where they’ve been the last ones in the common room, pressed up against one another even though there’s plenty of room to spread out on the couch. Running into each other on campus and talking until they’re both late for lecture, reluctant to let the other go. Their eyes meeting in the mirror of the bathroom as they get ready for bed and it feels like all Draco would need to do would be to take one step closer.

There’s more, the way Potter’s smile changes of late when he sees Draco in the dining hall, the way he always waits for Draco in the  morning so they can go get coffee before lab, the way Potter’s gaze feels, heavy and hopeful as Draco slides into the booth next to him for pub night. All this flows through Draco as he arches up into his own fist, hand moving faster now.

He imagines what it would be like, leaning in on one of those late nights. It’s not just the thought of Potter on his knees in front of him, though. It’s picturing a kiss as they part ways after lunch, holding hands at the cinema every Friday, or legs tangled together as they study. It’s sliding into Potter’s bed to wrap his body around Potter’s on the bad nights. It’s nothing special and everything all at once that takes Draco over the edge, and he can’t help the way he murmurs Potter’s name as he comes, trying to be as quiet as he can, but the words filling his heart have to overflow somewhere.

Draco collapses back onto the pillows, heartbeat pounding in his ears as he catches his breath, checking in to make sure everything is still quiet over on Potter’s side of the room. He wipes his hand off on his t-shirt, and rolls over, lets himself finally rest. 

Draco is almost asleep when Potter stirs and begins to talk.

“Draco,” he says quietly, and then again, “Draco. Next time, Draco. Wait for me.”

Oh. Oh no.

Potter’s awake.

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

yeahhhh any happy ever after scenario where anidala stay sickeningly in love and anakin never turns to the dark side and everyone is just so darn happy gosh is gonna have to address the huge "i murdered innocent tusken women and children" elephant in the room lmaooo... and somehow it rarely happens.

I think I am quite generous in accepting a certain degree of HEA- we're talking about a canon that presents the idea that Vader can find peace after being Vader after all, and i mean, this specific form of being weird about the tuskens is far from just an an idala thing for starters, quite often I see the idea that he was fine until RotS and there's not much to unpack there- or sometimes just that they don't like it so they ignore it- it's maybe more common in an*dala? but hardly exclusive. But... I would say it is a l i t t l e more common in an*dala, and when that elephant gets in the room. Boy can it be in the room. Sometimes it is very very in the room. I think it can also be even more present in the room when Padme is there because she is in the room. You know?

[answrs]

Ing(o)men AU

This is an AU I’ve been super excited about to share! Ingo falls in Hisui by the will of Arceus, shifted into the form of an absol. The clans have no reference for any negative connotations the species may hold to other cultures, only that this strange creature appears and helps them in their times of crisis. He becomes a guardian spirit (look there’s a lot of angel symbolism to unpack in the species especially in relation to Arceus) to the clans, but even still, he’s a large and possibly dangerous pokemon and thus is still generally kept away from the settlements out of longstanding fear, though they do leave offerings for him much like the Nobles.

When the Galaxy Team arrives on Hisui’s shores, the settlers bring superstition around the disaster pokemon with them, and he is driven off from the village and outposts with great prejudice whenever seen. This does cause conflict between Jubilife and the Clans, but the treaties and exchange of goods outweighs their disagreement over the Guardian.

When a child falls from the sky and is taken in by the Galaxy Team, the suspicion and distrust against them is only aggravated when they meet and befriend the cursed absol. He is quite protective over them, especially considering the dangers of the responsibilities said child has been thrust into, both by Arceus and Kamado.

A few other tidbits:

He is about equivalent to a lion in terms of size (or luxray to use a pokemon comparison) and isn’t above using this size to his advantage to bully certain headstrong children (and leader-children) into their cots when need-be.

Ingo did fall to Hisui in full uniform, but his larger size in this new form meant most was shredded Hulk-style. he could only keep his jacket, which suffers plenty of damage through both fighting and just general environmental hazards, especially as he has no thumbs or thread to darn the tears.

The Gear Station emblem is carved into the black stone on his forehead, which is the same bone-like material of his sickle horn.

As he isn’t human he’s obviously not given the role of Sneasler’s Warden, but he is closest as friends with the large poison-type (though he is on an aquaintance-to-friendly basis with all ten nobles to varying extents).

This is in part because while he often wanders all across Hisui, he has based his den in the Highlands so as to have the quickest access to both Diamond and Pearl Clan Settlements when he senses impending danger.

When all is said and done, he is sent with the young champion when they are returned to their proper time. He is content to act as their guardian, but is blessed to be able to return to his true, human form at will. Which is certainly a shock the first time it happens and all he’s got on is his coat... and doesn’t actually remember being human in the first place. :p

He does eventually find his way back to Unova, and returns to the Battle Subway with his brother. Though his memory slowly returns, after several years as an absol he often feels more comfortable in his fur than skin. The sixth sense and heightened other senses does help considerably when inspecting the trains and lines however, and it’s not uncommon for passengers to see a strange white shadow wandering in the station’s off-hours.

yes his helmet-fur is the shape of his signature sideburn. don’t @ me. ;p

[moonjxsung]

HELLOOO I AM BACK FROM YET ANOTHER PERSONAL HIATUS

the tournament went really well im pretty happy abt it cs it was rlly rlly fun i got back sunday but i caught a cold like two days ago but im feeling better so here i am

bad news is that where we were it snowed a LOT and there was a whole snowstorm and everything so the debate part of the tournament was cancelled (speech still went though) also i may or may not have lost my phone rolling around in the snow with friends at eight in the morning so im typing all this on my laptop sitting in my bed with a box of tissues and cold pills next to me (however my mom gave me her old used phone until i could get myself a new one so shoutout to my female spawnpoint !!) but hey on the other hand maybe ill finally get that galaxy z flip5 if i save up a little more 🤧🤧

good news is IT WAS SUPER FUN i shared a room with pretty girl and one other person and it was amazing !! theres also this really cute guy im friends with on the trip (we dont know each other too well but hes so ajdhkaxna ??!! 🫃🫃🧎‍♀️😖😖) we all went around as a group to bakeries and stores and just hung out cs part of the tournament was cancelled cs of the shitty weather (it also got rescheduled) and it was so funn 😭😭

i feel sad now that we came back and everythings just back to normal after four days but thats js how it is ig 😭

but yeah this is my little weekly rant 🥳🥳 ALSO HAPPY LATE BDAY STARRR hru today 🥺🥺

(also im thinking of adding you to my alt discord acc but im scared should i do it 🥸)

~《☘️》

HIIII BABBYYSJDKDKDKFKFK HOLD ON THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE…….

First of all YOUR PHONE?? HELLO?????? YOU LOST YOUR PHONE IN A SNOWSTORM 😦 I’m glad the speech part still happened but then you also got SICK)??????? I’m on my way to make u some soup and deliver a galaxy a flip5. Sit tight !

ALSO CUTE GIRL AND CUTE GUY MENTIONED RAHHHH DID YOU GET EITHER OF THEIR PHONE NUMBERS 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ that sounds like so much fun im glad at least you guys got to do something before everything was cancelled !! Darn snow ☹️ BUT HEY BAKERY HOPPING WITH CUTE GIRL AND GUY RAHHHH IT’S LIKE YOUR OWN POLYAM DATE NIGHT

I’m glad your week was good bby (hectic, but still good!!) I think about your s&d tournaments all the time and wonder how they’re going so thank u for sharing with me ILY ILY. ALSO THANK UUUUU POOKIE I AM HALF FIFTY 😍🫶 THE PAIN OF AGING. ALSO ALSO YES ADD ME ON DISCORD @/MOONJXSUNG IF YOU WANNAAAA I LUV MAKING NEW FRIENDS 🫶💓💕🩷 ILY ANGEL