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Jack Whitten, Black in Time. 1980.

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illicit affairs

chapter three

biker!bucky barnes x stark!reader (turf war au)

tony's mad, bucky's curious, you're questioning where you belong

warnings: violence, language, small age gap (6~ years), angst, arguing, drinking, overall crime and gang stuff, sort of enemies to lovers

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tony spat as he angrily paced around the room. "Some moron paid off Quill and his gang to not fuck up The Avengers!"

"I knew we should've gone Hydra," Rhodey clicked his tongue as he looked up from scrolling on his phone.

Tony shook his head, "When I find the person who did this, I'll fuck them up myself."

Your brother's words made you increasingly nervous. It was you who paid off Quill. At least he didn't snitch that it was you. It still didn't help your nerves to see how upset Tony was.

"It was a bad idea anyways," Clint interrupted. He quickly retracted his words as Tony grabbed his collar, "Only because we should've done it ourselves!"

Bruce sighed, "We can't do anything too rash, otherwise The Asgardians won't help us."

"He's right," Vision confirmed, "They like peace until they're the ones to disrupt it. The minute we cross any lines, they're out of the picure. Bye-bye, Brooklyn."

"Kiddo, what're you thinking?" Tony called to you. You just noticed how you were picking at your skin.

With a shrug, you answered. "I'm just not a fan of all of this."

"Well they're all lying, pompous, pieces of shit." Tony scoffed. "They deserve all of this."

"But why?" You asked. The silence in the room was so much, you could've heard the dust flying around.

Tony pointed to the door, "Get out. Go home."

"But-"

"No! Go the fuck home," Tony yelled as you grabbed your bag and left the small HQ to head back to your apartment, wondering what you's said to make him that angry.

"What's on your mind, Buck?" Steve asked his friend as the two of them sat in the bar. It was always pretty empty during the day. It was the two of them, a couple in the cafe, and Coulson cleaning up.

Bucky shrugged, "Nothin',"

"I know that look, it's not nothing. Come on, I won't judge you." Steve pushed. "Is it about the Stark girl?"

"I just.. don't know how to place her," Bucky admitted. "Stark's such an ass, but she's just-"

"Sweet?" Steve offered.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, real fuckin' sweet. I mean, she could've got her ass kicked for us last night. I just don't get why she's bein' so nice when Tony's over there brainwashing her."

"I highly doubt he's doing that," Steve mused. "She wasn't around during the fallout. There's a good chance she doesn't even know what all of this is about, or you." Bucky felt his heart drop just a little when Steve added that last part. Truly, he'd never meant for Howard and Maria to get killed. He didn't know it was them transporting millions of dollars in art, otherwise he would've kept his mouth shut. "She really does seem to have a good brain in that head of hers."

"What are you thinking?" Bucky asked, watching as Steve's face twisted into that look he got when he got some brilliant idea.

Steve shrugged, "Maybe we invite her for drinks as a thank you."

"You think Stark-"

"I don't give a damn what he thinks," Steve cut Bucky off abruptly. "She's not his property. Let's give her a choice."

Bucky gave a soft sigh knowing Steve wasn't going to back off his idea. "Ask the others, let's see what they think."

"Already on it, Buck."

How could Tony just kick you out like that?

What could you have said that was so bad that your own brother would kick you out?

The thoughts spiraled in your mind as you sprawled out on your couch, a long, deep sigh pouring from your lips. It was only six and it felt like the longest day in the world. Not to mention your sub-group chat without Tony was blowing up your phone. You had to mute it to shut them up. All they were rambling about was if The Guardians idea was really the right one.

Clint had texted you as well. He asked if you knew who called off Quill. It was clear by his tone he already knew it was you. Clint always knew the sneaky things you did without Tony knowing. He kept things quiet. You liked Clint the most.

A strong knock shook you from your thoughts. You weren't expecting anyone, unless maybe Clint came over to question you further since you didn't respond to his texts.

You walked up to the door and opened it, shock filling your body when you saw Steve standing there.

"Steve," You breathed, unsure of what else to say.

"Hey, Stark." Steve gave a soft smile. He looked behind you and into your apartment, reminding you to let him in. You opened the door further and scooted out of his way so he could walk in. "Small place," He commented as he looked around.

"Big enough for one person," You countered, a smile playing at your lips. Steve wasn't here for trouble. "I would ask how you know where I live, but.."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah, we've all got our connections." He took a seat at the small bar-stool you had at your counter. "Pretty early to be sitting around at home."

You looked at your clothes, glancing down to realize you were in full sweats. "Yeah, Tony and I got in a disagreement today. Kinda spoiled the mood."

"What about?" Steve asked, genuine curiosity on his face.

"It's always something, I don't even know what this one's about." You sighed as you leaned against your wall. "You here to just chat?"

Steve shook his head, "Go get dressed, you're coming out with us tonight."

"Am I?" You asked curiously. "What for?"

"A thank you," Steve explained, "For the other night with Quill and his buddies."

If it was anyone else, you'd think you were getting played. Steve was different, though. He was genuine, he didn't bullshit with his kindness. Maybe your actions had bought you a one-way ticket to Steve's friendship. If that was even what you wanted. Tony would kill you.

"I'll go get dressed." Fuck what Tony thinks.

Steve waited on the stool as you changed in your room. "Where are we going?" You called out to Steve.

"The Grove," Steve replied, his voice loud so you could hear. "It's where we always go." Second time at The Grove, how exciting. "What do you want to drink? I can let Coulson know ahead of time."

You thought for a moment, "I'll do a cosmopolitan!"

You quickly touched up your makeup and walked out of your room, back to Steve who was waiting patiently. "A cosmopolitan, good choice." Steve smiled. "You all ready?"

"Yeah, let me grab a jacket." You said, looking at the muted news on your tv. "Never mind, it's going to be eighty. I won't need that."

"Especially with alcohol in you," Steve joked, opening your door for you. "My bike's outside, you can just ride with me."

You'd actually only ridden on a bike a small amount. Clint had one, but everyone else in the Syndicates had nice cars. It felt thrilling to be on a bike again. It made you feel even better when Steve handed you a helmet to wear. Thrilling but safe!

The Avengers and yourself were definitely a little bit tipsy at this point.

You were sat right in between Wanda and Natasha, who's head was currently on your shoulder to keep her upright as she laughed so hard she was shaking.

"And then he screamed louder than anyone," Natasha paused to wheeze in a breath. "I've ever heard!"

The table erupted in laugher, all besides Sam, who's face was heated while he scoffed. "It isn't that funny."

"No, it really is." Wanda waved him off as she hiccuped in laughter.

The only person not laughing besides Sam was Bucky. He was just oddly smiling to himself, unable to look up from his lap. Clearly the story had made him amused, but he couldn't look up at you.

"I would give all the money in the world to hear that." You admitted as you sipped your drink.

Natasha sat up quickly, "Here, let me try and replicate it for you." She falsettoed her voice and gave the most feminine, soft screech you'd ever heard, causing everyone to laugh once more.

"It did not sound like that," Sam muttered. "I'm too sober for this shit." He waved down Coulson for another one of his drinks.

"Okay, Stark. Give us something, you basically are surrounded by half-men all day. You have to have some funny story." Wanda asked as she set her attention on you.

You felt uneasy with the spotlight now on you. "Uhm," You hesitated. Honestly, you couldn't remember a time that was really funny. You were never invited to those sorts of hangouts. "I don't know."

"What?" Natasha was still smiling, but it was slightly falling as she shook her head. "You have to have something."

"I actually want to circle back to when Sam tried to flirt with that stripper who immediately tried to make him her toddler's daddy." You hoped the reference would side-track the table, which it immediately did as Wanda and Natasha cackled.

The look on Steve's face was telling; he knew exactly what was going on inside your head, and that was scary. You were quick to notice that was the first time Bucky had laid eyes on you, too. You turned your head to Wanda as she told the story, Sam trying his best to shut her up as she spoke.

Steve's face turned to stone, but inside, he was going over a thousand different thoughts. The first step to his new plan was getting Bucky and yourself acquainted.

"Bucky, do you think you could take Stark home for me?"

[lipstickghoulie]

Can’t take my eyes off of you

•Cooper Howard/Lucy MacLean. 4k+ works, explicit smut (praise kink, possessive and dirty talk, p in v sex)

Lucy has a tattoo and Cooper is taken aback (by how horny it makes him)

☢️Fic under the cut☢️

The night that the ghoul told Lucy his real name didn’t go as he expected at all.

It was a dry, dusty night at a makeshift camp they made together in silence, the ruins of some dilapidated and gutted old water tower casting cool shadows over them before the sun started to set. Lucy drove tent stakes into the ground and Cooper worked at making a small fire roar to life over splintery wooden planks scavenged from the forgotten structure. He wouldn’t normally chance a fire but they hadn’t seen any signs of life besides the two of them in days, not even a stray mongrel dog or mutated creature.

More than anything, Cooper was bored. He wasn’t a man that handled his boredom well, it made him itchy, impatient and prone to doing something impulsive. He needed something to shoot or inhale, as soon as fucking possible. He had enough whiskey they salvaged out of some long-dead prepper’s stash a week ago to get a buzz going as he sat back and stared at the fire licking at the air but hell, he needed something to entertain him.

Maybe that was why he humored the vaultie’s question this time instead of giving some sarcastic quip or grunting and ignoring her like he had been recently. Lucy never seemed put-out by not getting direct answers to her personal questions but she certainly seemed to like to keep asking them anyways in between her yammering about the vault she grew up in and novels she had read and anything else that crossed her mind. In truth, he rather liked listening to her yap away, even if he wasn’t directly engaging with the stream of babble. It was nearly comforting, like the low drone of a ceiling fan in the trailer he’d use in between takes during more complicated times, pre-bomb drop. Even now, she sat on the dirt about a foot away from him, prattling on as if they were old friends.

Either way, this time she turned to him, cheerfully asked him what his actual name was anyways and Cooper answered honestly. He knew there was a chance that Lucy may have seen his movies but he wasn’t expecting her to squeal and start rambling on about wow, she couldn’t believe that he was THE Cooper Howard. How she had seen every film he had ever starred in, how she was the biggest fan of his back in her vault, how she had irritated her family for a streak of months in her teens when she insisted on only watching his films-

He shouldn’t have been that surprised by this, Cooper mused with a long, resigned sigh as he watched Lucy talk animatedly. Barb was the closest thing he had to an agent back in the halcyon movie star days and he wouldn’t be shocked if she had made some sort of deal that included his whole damn filmography getting thrown into the vaults when he signed on to endorse Vault-Tec in the first place. Maybe most vault-rats were growing up as huge Cooper Howard fans, indoctrinated on his flicks as well as their idealistic ways of life and he had no idea until now.

Suddenly, he felt very grateful for his face looking so different these days so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting recognized and fawned over by any possible Vault-dweller turned surfacer in the future. It seemed like the sort of thing that would be more grating than helpful for survival out here in the wastes.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lucy suddenly pausing mid-sentence to scrabble at the zipper on her patched and battered vault suit, yanking it down even past the lines of her undershirt as she jumped up to stand. Cooper yelped before he could stop himself, eyes going wide at the unexpected move, “What in the hell do you think you’re doing, woman?”

Lucy blinked those big old peepers at him as if he was the one acting crazy, continuing to shuck off her vault jumpsuit until it hung down around her hips. Slowly, she explained in a way that didn’t explain anything whatsoever, “I wanted to show you something that proved I was a big fan of your movies?”

Her petite fingers pulled up her grimy tank top and Cooper started sputtering in horror, sure that somehow she had arrived at the awful idea to flash him or get her tits out like some kind of crazed groupie. Yes, okay, she was a looker and who wouldn’t fuck their hand while thinking about her on long nights during their turn at watching out for errant deathclaws and other hazards? But he sure as shit didn’t want any moves made to be on account of his celebrity status from two hundred odd years ago.

However, his momentary panic was for nothing as her yanking up of the fabric ended at her ribs. Then, her pants were pulled slightly down and… what was that on her side?

“There!” Lucy crowed triumphantly, as if she was settling a one-sided argument that Cooper wasn’t even aware that they were having. “I told you that I loved your films!”

Almost against his better judgment, Cooper scooted closer to look at what she was showing him more clearly. Fuck, was that a tattoo?

Emblazoned against the creamy expanse of skin above her hip, there was the gun that his character wielded in “A Man and his Dog”. It was a pretty damn good likeness actually, impressive in the details right down to the tiny, nearly imperceptible star on the grip. Painstakingly careful detail poured into every line of ink. It stood out in what felt like dozens or more shades of grey and black. Unmistakably his revolver, right there, permanently affixed to her until the end of time.

“Fuckin’ A, where the hell did you even get something like this done? I’d think this would be frowned upon in your cult,” Cooper breathed out, not able to resist reaching out and skating his hands over the tattoo in a manner that some might call reverent. Lucy didn’t seem to mind, her face expression still victorious and her soft flesh unflinching under his own rough fingers.

It felt as smooth as the rest of her surprisingly but he didn’t know enough about tattoos to know if that was how it was normally. Back in the day, you’d only see fellas that had done serious time with tattoos. It was very uncommon to see them at all, even in the military. And nowadays? Most tattoos seemed to be shitty, half-infected stick and poke jobs and he didn’t let anyone get close enough to him to find out how they’d feel texturally under his touch.

At least she had impeccable taste even if she didn’t have a lick of sense in her head half of the time. “A Man and his Dog” had been one of the few flicks he did that he actually enjoyed, especially since the director had allowed him to use his own dog.

God, he missed Roosevelt. One hell of a fine dog. He had been way better trained than Dogmeat, who kept running off and worrying them sick (even if Cooper never voiced it aloud besides declaring he hoped the mongrel didn’t fall into a well somewhere). Even now, they only knew the dog was alright since he dashed on ahead of them since they kept seeing his paw prints alongside the path as they kept trekking to the New Vegas strip.

Lucy was proudly talking on and on while he reminisced, elaborating about her brother finding some old book about the Great Khans hidden amongst their mother’s old things and how there had been a section on their tattoo techniques and she had always been a dab hand at art anyways-

Two things occurred to Cooper very quickly.

One of those thoughts being that him and Lucy were both permanently marked by the other in ways that they couldn’t easily erase. She had jabbed this likeness of his gun into this vulnerable spot above her hip, giving him ownership over this patch of her like someone laying foundation at a freshly purchased homestead, and it was all before she even knew him. He was as much a part of her as her pretty finger was woven into him now. Something more intimate feeling than anything he had ever known. Any man that had ever bedded her had likely seen this gun inked into her and had no idea that they’d never penetrate her, her sweet mind, so deeply that Lucy would sit there for what was likely hours and work a sharp needle into herself all for some kind of homage. It had to have hurt badly and yet she persevered until her tribute to him was done and done well.

The second thing that he realized was that he was harder than he could remember being in years. Here, on his knees before her in the dirt while their fire dully crackled behind his back, Cooper’s erect cock was dripping pre-cum against the front of his pants. His fingers were doing more than just investigating the tattoo now, massaging tender circles down and at her hips themselves.

Lucy was still obliviously talking on about proper tattoo care and about why a “Man and her Dog” was her favorite movie so Cooper patiently waited until she took a breath to chime in, even if he had only been half-listening through the lurid fantasies flashing through his brain about shoving her into the dirt and railing her like there was no tomorrow.

He murmured lowly, “I’m mighty surprised that a goody-two shoes like yourself would even do something like this. Seems a bit naughty for you, sweetheart.”

If Lucy had been paying attention, she might have noticed the molasses-slow and sweet way that Cooper drawled out ‘sweetheart’ was decidedly different from the more condescending way he usually said it to her. Or that he had started to pull down where her jumpsuit was folded over at her waist himself, centimeter by centimeter, until the elastic of her plain cotton panties was visible.

“Everyone has their own form of rebellion that they do to act out when they’re younger,” Lucy replied sheepishly, cheeks reddening at the memory as if embarrassed. “Still, I made sure that my dad never found out or saw it since I was so afraid he would be disappointed in me.”

Oh ho, if that wasn’t a delicious morsel of information on top of an already spectacular heap of new information about his companion. Cooper couldn’t help the grin that crept across his chapped lips as he leaned forward slightly and dragged his tongue against the inked symbol of the man he used to be. Her skin tasted like salt but based on how she twitched, gasping… He would lap away every drop of sweat off of her body if it meant she would keep reacting like that.

“Cooper? What are you doing?” The vaultie asked carefully, her eyes wide and luminous even now. Even with her doe-like appearance, she didn’t seem ready to bolt though. There was a shaky need in the way that she held herself that matched the lust running through his system hotter than a hit of Jet.

And fuck, didn’t his name sound right rolling off of her tongue like that?

Cooper hummed as if considering his answer, undoing her clothing further so her silly uniform fell down past her knees. Deftly, he helped work off her boots and followed it up with letting the jumpsuit fall into the dirt. Lucy lifted her leg to help him each time he needed her to, showing her willingness with each step even as she waited for him to speak. Even standing there in just her tank top and simple underwear, she looked good enough to eat.

He rasped out, “Well, you see, sweetie… you tell a man that you have a whole fuckin’ tattoo for him and he might want to fuck you so full of him that you drip his cum for days afterwards. You got a problem with that?”

She didn’t react with shock or outrage the way that some people might assume sweet little bunnies like her might but Cooper knew her better than that. He knew there would be a flare of hot interest in her eyes before he even glanced up and met them. Lucy didn’t seem to shy away from sex or sexual topics and besides, hadn’t the two of them been dancing around each other for long enough?

Lucy shook her head emphatically, assuring him, “No, I don’t have a problem with it. I have been wanting to have sex with you for weeks! I only didn’t ask because you didn’t seem to show any interest!”

The ghoul could argue that he had shown plenty of interest, in his own way. He didn’t moon after her but he listened to her talk, he didn’t threaten her any more… hell, the fact that he had asked Lucy to come along with him on this journey to hunt down her father and get some answers together was sign enough that maybe he liked her more than merely platonically. He wouldn’t split hairs though and debate the issue now.

Instead, he impatiently pulled Lucy forward until her knees hit the ground with a puff of dust and an exclamation of surprise. Cooper rolled her underneath him and slammed his mouth against hers, all hungry ferocity and nipping teeth and his tongue seeking entrance against her lips. Lucy met his fervor in kind and then some, grinding herself against his thigh.

Cooper pulled back to regard her and catch his breath. With her laying back like this, her hair spread out behind her in dark waves, her lips pink and kiss-swollen, he wondered if he had ever seen anything as breathtakingly beautiful before. He hadn’t since the world went to hell, anyways.

“Does that spell out enough interest for you, Lucy MacLean?” He asked dryly, his fingers pausing her slow grind so he could pull off that flimsy cloth barrier between him and her waiting cunt. He didn’t miss the way that it seemed to cling to her core for a second before pulling free, strands of her clear arousal stretching between her flesh and panties for one shining moment before snapping.

Fuck, he needed to get a taste of that.

Lucy was responding in some fashion but Cooper was only half-listening again, shucking off his duster and haphazardly folding it into a squarish shape. He tucked the mass of leather underneath her shapely ass to angle her hips slightly upwards. It had been a long while since he had last eaten pussy, which was a crying shame since he did enjoy doing it back when he was a married man. Cooper remembered the mechanics of it though and besides, he really wanted to devour this cute vaultie cunt while he had the opportunity.

He dipped his head forward and his tongue made a wide sweep against her pussy lips, gathering up her arousal against his tongue. Lucy tasted better than he had imagined all of those times that he had jerked off thinking about her, spilling his seed onto the ground a few feet away from where she slept at night. Her tang coating his mouth and making a home there more sweetly than the aftertaste of a Nuka-cola cherry. Lucy was flailing a lot already so Cooper grabbed her thighs more firmly, holding them open so he could get his fill of her better.

Cooper worked his tongue into her sodden hole, increasing his ferocity when one of his hands slipped from her thigh and brushed near her hip. He was reminded of the tattoo. Her love letter to the man he was (but Cooper was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth these days and he’d still take it as a tribute to himself either way). The bony ridge by where his nose used to sit nudged against where her clit was hidden and that was enough for the poor girl to go over the edge, shrieking his name so loudly that he could hear it even over her soft thighs earmuffing his head. She must have been wound tighter than a stressed rubber band to cum so fast and so much, her release dripping down Cooper’s chin in a way that stoked his ego and made him want to make it happen again and again and again-

Lucy apparently had other ideas though because she clutched at his head hard enough to knock his hat clear off, pulling him up her body ferociously while her insistent fingers pulled at his belt, unbuckling it with a snap that nearly made him flinch.

“I want us to have sex right now,” She panted out, her eyes huge and pupils ready to swallow him up completely with how dilated they were. Lucy looked right at him, not turning away, truly seeing him under the startling headlights of her gaze. Cooper felt something pang in his chest and knew that he was truly and irrevocably fucked in how much of a hold this woman had on him already.

Still, he would have time for worrying about that later. Right now, he helped her in divesting him of his pants even as Cooper taunted her as if he wasn’t as desperate as she was in this moment, “Aw, sweet pea, someone’s impatient.”

“You love the sound of your own voice, don’t you, mister?” Lucy snarked back, making Cooper chuckle at the heat behind it. She fascinated him, there was no doubt about it. The way she could be the most naive and idealistic thing he had ever seen in his entire cursed existence one moment and removing someone’s head the next if it was necessary. Her spine was stronger than steel underneath all of that fluff and god alive, he loved to poke at it.

“I think you love the sound of my voice,” Cooper drawled as he pushed down his trousers, his cock bouncing free since he hadn’t worn underwear in some fifty-odd or more years. It was just as radiation roughened as the rest of him but still in perfect working condition, thank god. “You probably touched yourself every night back in your vault thinking about those dumbfuck movies I was in, if you liked them so damn much.”

Cooper didn’t give her time to respond before he was reaching out and rolling the frills of her clit underneath his fingertips, making her keen loudly and scrabble her nails at the dirt underneath her. She looked so fuckin’ good like this; cheeks pink and even pinker pussy flooding his hand. He should have had her like this weeks ago when they first started looking for that damn head.

He pushed up that undershirt of hers until it lay above her collarbones, admiring her soft and pert tits. Funny that he had balked away at the thought of her flashing him earlier. What an idiot that he had been, Cooper thought with amusement to himself as he ran his thumbs over her rosy nipples lightly. Lucy squirmed and gave him a warning look that seemed to demand that he get on with the main event so he relented with a chuckle, moving his hands away reluctantly.

He notched the thick tip of his cock head at her cunt, leisurely rubbing it between her cunt and watching his precum and her arousal mix together in a viscous combination that he wouldn’t mind licking off of her next time.

There had to be a next time, right? If not, Cooper would have to pull out all the stops to make sure there was. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that he’d get his fill of Lucy after only one time.

In any case, he started to push his cock into her, both of them groaning at how tight the fit was even as Cooper carefully took her inch by inch. Lucy’s hands moved to his shoulders instead of the ground as if trying to spur him on, clawing at him in a way that he could feel even through the layers of his coat and button-up shirt. When he finally sank into her down to the root, Lucy whined his name and it sent an electric thrill up his spine in a way that the ghoul hadn’t felt in years. It was the hottest noise he had ever heard and he would do whatever it took to have her make it over and over.

“Feel like you’re made for me,” Cooper murmured, eyes trained on how his dick slid into her, how the veins on his shaft came away shiny and dripping with every slip out of her. “But you’ve always been mine, ain’t that right? Running around your vault all those years and you had yourself marked as mine all that fuckin’ time.”

That line of thinking was still lodged deep in Cooper’s mind; even while she was fooling around with boys in that glorified underground bunker, she had been Cooper’s girl and just didn’t understand it yet. No one else had the same claim to her. She’d never fully be able to get rid of him or scrub him from her skin. Cooper was as much a part of Lucy as she was a part of him now, both figuratively and literally. The notion seemed to please him based on his cock being more erect and painfully hard than he had any right being.

“Cooper, please,” Lucy pleaded softly, making his eyes flick up to meet hers instead of continuing to watch his cock make her pussy flutter around him. There was something needy in her gaze and with the way her hot cunt kept clenching around his dick, Cooper realized with a jolt that she liked the possessive talk. That she was riding the same damn kink train that he was and that she wanted more. Maybe she liked the idea of belonging to anyone, not specifically him, but he was definitely going to take advantage of it either way.

Cooper started pistoning into her, his balls colliding with the cushion of her ass on every snap of his hips. Her inner walls pulled greedily at him like they didn’t want to let go and he found himself having to grit his teeth to make sure he didn’t cum too fast. Lucy’s gorgeous tits bounced on every plunge of his dick and he longed to capture one in his mouth to worry at her nipples until they were puffy and aching but he knew he’d orgasm the second he did so they’d have to remain neglected for now.

“You’re all mine, my girl, huh?” Cooper growled out, grabbing at her hips to yank her to meet him on every thrust. “Come on, sweetheart, show me how much you’ve wanted me. Be a good girl-“

Oh, that did it. Lucy’s pussy seized around his cock in a strangling vice grip as she whimpered, her release flooding over both of their thighs and his balls the next time that they swung close. Cooper knew he wasn’t far behind and while he badly wanted to cum inside of that pretty pussy so much that it would spill out of her, they only had a few pouches of Radaway with no idea when they’d find another trader that might have some on their person.

Besides, he had a better idea of where to cum right now.

A few more sloppy thrusts on his end to enjoy the lingering flutters of her cunt and then he pulled out, his hand closing around his soaked shaft with a tight fist. It was only a few jerky passes of his fingers before he was following her to orgasm, spurts of his translucent spend flowing out and landing exactly where he intended them to; painting the tattoo that Lucy had gotten in his honor all of those years before she had even met him. Cooper admired his handiwork for a long moment, at the effect of his cum dotting over the lines of ink, before he flopped down on the ground beside her and stared up at the night sky. His mind was blank with contentment for once.

You could see more stars nowadays than he could when he was younger.

Apparently Lucy wasn’t quite as quiet and relaxed as he was in this moment since her cheerful voice chirped up next to him, “So, you like the tattoo then?”

…At least he wasn’t bored any more and Cooper doubted that he would be for a long time after this.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Just a Nudge in the Right Direction ~Barbara Howard xFem Younger!Teacher!Reader

Summary— Reader is younger and a newer teacher at Abbott. She’s been harboring a liking for Barbara. What happens when she finally tells the older woman? Anon request— 🥸—Hey!! ❤️❤️ I love your fics so much! These are just some ideas I had for! Feel free to mix it up if you want.! 33 10 5 Barbara Howard × reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

#10. “Well… I didn’t expect that…”

#33. “Don’t do that... Let me see you.”

Warnings: age gap (all legal), kissing, confessions of feelings, light teasing, light flustering, light insecurity, happy endings, etc.

Enjoy (;

Monday’s always brought chaos to Abott Elementary. The sound of paper clattering to the teacher lounge’s floor, had you in the room in seconds. You quickly helped the poised kindergarten teacher in picking up the fallen pile of papers.

“Thank you, Sweet girl…” Barbara breathed out with a smile.

“Of Course, Ms. Howard!” You exclaimed lightly.

You heart always fluttered when she had a pet name for you…

“I don’t usually have people take care of me…” the older woman mused aloud.

“Don’t worry about it” you quipped, a big smile on your face.

Barbara then walked off with a nod, leaning you in the break room to daydream about the woman. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a chuckle across the room. You turned around and found, Melissa smirking and chuckling to herself.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, sweet cakes.” The redhead chuckled, “When are you going to tell Barb…?” She teased.

You went red in the face and quickly looked away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you mumbled, crossing your arms in defense.

“Uh huh, totally…” the woman sarcastically replied, “You know you better tell her before someone else does…”

You rolled your eyes lightly and went back to your classroom, your face bright red.

You thought about Melissa’s comments throughout the day. And the redhead did have a point. You didn’t want someone else telling Barbara how you felt about her.

You had to tell the woman…

The thought made shivers run down your spine. You took a deep breath and resumed your work.

By the end of the week, Friday evening, you had finished all your work for the day, although your mind was completely somewhere else. You had decided that you had to tell Barbara. It had been bugging you all week.

So you made your way to the woman’s kindergarten classroom as soon as school was out. Ms. Howard was waving her last student a good weekend when you entered.

“Hello, Darling. How may I help you?” Barbara said lovingly, clasping her hands together and giving you a warming smile.

That nickname sent butterfly’s fluttering a dozen inside your stomache…

You cleared your throat as you felt your heart begin to race. You took a deep breath for beginning,

“W-would you perhaps… I… ummm” you stammered.

Barbara gazed upon you with her soft and loving eyes. She put her things down on a desk, that she was holding ready to leave. And she came up to you close and took your hands into her own.

“Breathe, sweet girl. What’s on your mind?”

Your heart melted at her pet name and kindness for you…

You felt like a kid. Heart ablaze and emotions racing.

“I—I like you…” you whispered.

You immediately shut your eyes as you said those words, too afraid to look at Barbara or anything else, in gear of the older woman’s reaction.

You heard a small gasp. And then her warm hands squeezed yours lightly and reassuringly.

“Don’t do that... close your eyes like that, sweetheart. Let me see you.” Barbara hummed with warmth.

Her warmth spread and corsed through your body, giving you courage to open your eyes and look at the woman. She was smiling lightly.

Did she understand what you had said…?

“No Ms. Howard, I like like you…” you said in a low tone, trying to emphasize the likes to convey your intent.

Her eyes gazed upon you intently, and they widened as she really took in what you meant. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and Barbara chuckled lightly at your tone.

“Well… I don’t know what I was expecting. But I didn’t expect that…” she breathed out in a large smile.

“Your—You’re not… mad…?”

Barbara’s eyes flashed from warmth to light concern.

“No, not at all. Why would I be, Darling…? I’m flattered if anything.” The older woman reassured you, “I didn’t think, you or anyone like that would be interested in… well little old me”

Barbara spoke, adding a little flair to herself at the end when she spoke of herself.

Wait what??

“Why wouldn’t people… wouldn’t I be interested in you?” You immediately asked.

Barbara looked at you deeply with warmth once more and she squeezed your hand once more.

“Thank you, you are too kind, sweet girl…” Barbara cooed.

You blushed some more. And looked back to the ground, biting your lip. When you looked back, her gaze mesmerized you. Her eyes were dark and easily to get lost in.

Your eyes fluttered to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Her gaze did the same. You began to pull closer to the woman, before she spoke.

“But, aren’t I too old for—”

“Shut up and kiss me already”

Your lips quickly connected after that. Her lips were soft and plump, how you’d imagine them to be all this time, but so much better in reality. She kisses you with warmth and slow burning passion. It was light and slow.

From the hallway, Melissa chuckled to herself knowingly while leaving for the weekend.

~~~

Barbara Howard Masterlist

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The Gleaming of the Blade, Christian J. Collier

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 𝕊𝕀𝔾ℕ𝔸𝕃𝕊𝔼𝔸ℝℂℍ𝔼𝔻 is an independent and selective multimuse Zenless Zone Zero sideblog featuring agent Zhu Yuan !

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1 . Koleda Belobog ( 20 , She / Her , Bisexual )

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5 . Soldier 11 ( 23 , she / her , demisexual )

6 . Zhu Yuan ( 25 , she / her , bisexual )

7 . Ellen Joe ( 18 , she / her , bisexaul )

8 . Hoshimi Miyabi ( 22 , she / her , demisexual )

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Ed is Thicker Than Mud

Warning: Character development arc may take a couple years to take full effect.

Some random musings on post-BPS Eddy growing pains.

You can also read it over on AO3.

Each mechanical tick of the outdated relic of a wall clock reverberating through the office makes his skin crawl. Wriggling uncomfortably, the naugahyde of the chair releases a series of unnatural whines of protest beneath the restless teen. Don’t they know precious moments of his youth are slipping away with every infuriatingly useless second spent shedding dead skin cells in this room? It doesn’t help that his jeans are still damp. He’s pretty sure his new sneakers are wrecked too.

If being detained wasn't bad enough, they’re probably on the phone with his mom right now, and he isn’t exactly looking forward to his folks tearing him a new one over tonight's chicken francaise. Just as he imagines the yelling match his mom and pop are gonna inevitably start the loose doorknob rattles behind him.

“Here we go,” Eddy grumbles into the collar of his long sleeve polo. He slumps down into the armchair.

The door groans on its hinges, open and then shut. Footsteps click in time as the middle aged man slowly makes his way around the office furniture and sits. All the while Eddy keeps his eyes planted on the linoleum tiles between the desk and his feet. He feigns disinterest as a manila folder and a few slips of paper are shuffled.

“So. Edward McGee…”

Eddy squints, not exactly appreciative of the pause for dramatic effect, nor the emphasis put on his last name.

“Would you care to explain why you're in my office, young man?”

“No.”

“No ‘you don’t care’? Or no ‘you can’t explain’?”

In response, Eddy crosses his arms and slouches even further into the depths of the worn leatherette, the heels of his sneakers squeaking as they skid forward. The principal sighs.

“The silent treatment won't get you very far-”

“You know what I did.”

Boy was this interrogation a bunch of bologna.

“Yes, I certainly do. I’m well aware of the damage to school property you’ve caused, not to mention the cost required to repair it. What I want to know is why.”

“Principal Howard, I didn’t-”

“We’ve already heard your excuses. This is your last chance to plead your case as to why you felt it necessary to tamper with-”

“I didn’t tamper nothin’!”

Eddy shoots to his feet, looking the principal in the face for the first time. His heart thrashes against his ribcage.

“I find that hard to believe.”

Yep. Totally pointless.

The teen and the man exchange steely glares before the elder shifts his gaze behind the younger.

“Please sit, Edward.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddy parks his keister back down, resuming his previous slouch. He watches as Principal Howard leafs through the papers on his desk. Most are a familiar shade of detention slip blue, some more faded than others. It’s a suspiciously sizable stack considering he’s only been in high school for three months. Sure, his track record hasn’t been… great. He’s never been the morning type. Missing homeroom three out of five days in a week will do that. As does skipping out on a detention here and there. Compared to junior high, though, Eddy considers himself a freakin’ angel so far. Barring today of course… just his luck.

But the slips have Eddy curious enough to raise a brow at, sitting up a bit straighter in an attempt to sneak a peek. He’s caught off guard when the name written on the top edge isn’t his own. Well, not entirely. Eddy’s muscles flex with immediate recognition, flashing a fierce look up to find the intent gaze of the older man peering down his sizable nose through his glasses.

No ‘effin way.

“You remind me of your brother.”

Eddy sputters, feeling the air rush out of his lungs. It makes it hard to speak. His brain fills with static. It makes it hard to think.

“Wha- you- you can’t-”

How’s he allowed to say that?

“Before I became principal I taught at this school for many years. Don’t think I could forget a kid like that so easily. Bright, creative, one might say underchallenged, but misguided, difficult, trouble prone. Unfortunate really. I didn’t have much control of the situation then nor the authority. But things have changed, except for the fact that I’m tasked with ensuring another McGee boy doesn’t slip through the cracks.”

“Cool headed” is an accolade foreign to Eddy. It takes every fiber of his being to bite his tongue, stopping himself from spewing expletives that will land him right back in the hot seat for the umpteenth time. More than anything he holds back to prove that he isn’t anything at all like…

“Which is why I’m requiring that you join an extracurricular student activity effective immediately.”

“WHAT!? WHY?!” Eddy finally blows his top. It’s a relief to scream.

“You need discipline, structure, responsibility, teamwork - whatever it takes to preoccupy your idle hours.”

“Believe me, Teach, the mathletes don’t need me screwin’ up their squared roots or whatever.”

“Then choose something else that interests you. D’you like sports?”

Eddy shrugs. Lately, nothing really interests him. Let alone anything school related. Not even marathons of The Ed Sullivan Show or wearing out the grooves in A-tom-ic Jones can seem to pull him out of this slump. And he sure wasn’t jumping at the opportunity to get towel-whipped by the meatheads, that's for sure. The thought of the foot smell that wafts from the locker room like a thick miasma alone makes him shudder.

Eighth grade graduation, the start of high school, and the abysmal summer between them had been a strange fog. Beyond his two best friends, Eddy avoided the other cul-de-sac kids like a plague. Oh yeah, this was cruel ironing as Double Dee put it. All that time vying to get their attention? Ever since they got front row seats to his bro’s assholery on full display, they’d been acting real nice. Too nice.

The remainder of seventh grade, after the groundings ended, was filled with an unprecedented number of invitations to movie nights, birthday parties, and sleepovers. Even though he’d sworn off the scams it somehow felt like he still needed to perform every time he made an appearance. Suddenly, everybody wanted to get to know him more. And that scared Eddy: what if there wasn’t more? He felt he hardly knew himself these days.

“You have until the end of the week to decide, so start asking around. And when you do find a team or club, I will personally speak to the coach or teacher running it to ensure that you are immediately enrolled and actively participating. Do you understand?”

The principal receives a noncommittal grunt as a response. He’s more stern the second time.

“Do you understand, Edward?”

Eddy finally gives a reluctant reply, hoping that this is the end of the conversation and he’ll be off the hook.

“Yeah. Capeech.”

“Good. Because this sort rebellious behavior will not be to-”

“And it’s Eddy.”

The balding man blinks a few times, brows twitching.

“Well, Eddy, another stunt like today and I bring your parents in. Capeech?”

Having his own phrasing thrown back at him makes Eddy feel even more patronized than he already is. Which is saying something, considering this whole freakin’ ordeal feels like it was designed by the universe or some malevolent god to humiliate him to no end.

“Yeah…”

Double doors fly open when the compact teen barrels through. He’s moving fast, on a mission, so focused on getting as much distance between himself and this stupid school that he hardly notices the two figures sitting side by side on the stone stairs anxiously awaiting his release. The leaner of the two jumps to his feet, calling out through the bothersome crack his voice has acquired thanks to puberty.

“Eddy!”

He whips around, jabbing a finger square between Double Dee’s eyes. The taller boy flinches back at the accusatory appendage.

“I aint talkin’ to you, snitch! Let’s go, Ed.”

The eldest of the bunch complies to the command, joining Eddy by his side. Edd huffs, shaking his fists, and with an indignant stomp of his sneakered foot is hot on the trail of his two friends. Seeing as there is a nasty storm cloud over Eddy’s head Ed opts to not ask too many questions. Instead he shares the exciting news:

“Double Dee and me saw two squirrels fighting over a nut while you were gone.”

“Sad story,” replies Eddy, inflection flat as a sheet of paper.

Meanwhile, the speed walking boy approaching from the rear isn’t so quick to change the subject.

“Come now! You can’t seriously think my intention was to smear your academic reputation!”

Eddy keeps stomping the pavement, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, and rolls his eyes in disbelief. The balls on this guy…

“Eddy, please,” Edd pleads, finally gaining, “The entire first floor was flooded. Given my proximity I responded in a manner that anyone in their right mind would. Honestly, are you suggesting I had a plethora of options?”

“Bull! Ya coulda kept your big. Mouth. Shut.” Eddy snarls through gritted teeth, shoulders tensing up to his ears.

“And be a complicit bystander? I think not,” replies Edd with a pout.

“Why do you make it out like I wanted that to happen!?” Eddy spits back, keeping his sights focused on the cracked cement.

“Who says I’m blaming you? It’s causality. You flushed an entire cafeteria tray and its contents down the toilet.”

“Ain’t my fault the lunch sucked mega balls! And why’s the school got plumbing from the Dark Ages? You saw that casserole.” He throws up two skeptical air quotes, “Would have been better off eatin’ rubber cement.”

“I think I saw it move,” Ed adds excitedly, grinning ear to ear.

Ed had eaten his serving of casserole with much relish, though, not before dunking it into his trusty thermos o’ gravy. It’s too bad that Eddy turned down the offer. The mental image of the subpar cafeteria slop alone makes both Edd and Eddy’s stomachs churn, let alone the gusto with which Ed manages to devour it.

“Yes. Well. I must say I was glad to have packed a garbanzo salad sandwich today based on the looks of things,” the teen in the beanie admits, punctuated with a nervous chuckle.

Eddy can’t help but look his friend in the face despite the stubborn front he’s working so hard to put up. Edd’s got a small smile but otherwise he looks ill at the recollection of the foul lunch offerings, his tongue peeking out through the gap as it presses against the back of his teeth. The husky boy cracks his own smile and stifles snort at his pal’s pathetic expression.

“Food so bad, even the crapper couldn’t stomach it,” Eddy throws in just for a kick.

It works - at least he and Ed chuckle over that and Edd shakes his head incredulously - burning off some of the uncomfortable tension that has been growing since the afternoon. The trio continue walking a few yards in the direction of home, lulling their arguing for just a moment to the sound of gravely footsteps, rustling leaves, and the jingle of Eddy’s wallet chain thumping against his thigh.

Sidewalks aren’t exactly wide enough to walk together in a line so it's unavoidable that every now and then, if they don’t split off into a triangle formation, that they bump shoulders. Eddy feels his shoulder nudge into Double Dee’s arm, then awkwardly clears his throat and sniffles against the chill fall air.

“I thought you weren’t talking to me,” heckles Double Dee with a pretentious sideways smirk.

Before he knows it, Eddy feels the back of his neck burning. For that alone he gives the wiry and historically uncoordinated teen a solid shove, causing him to stumble over his own two feet and step squarely into a soggy pile of street gutter leaves. The feeling of cold damp permeating through his shoe upper and soaking into his sock makes the boy yelp and shudder in disgust, a shiver running up his spine.

“Wet!” Edd wails. He shakes his sodden sneaker like a cat that's stepped in water and skips to catch up.

Of course Eddy laughs at Edd’s theatrics, very openly, which just sets Ed off to join him. Reveling in his buddy’s harmless misfortune, Ed throws an arm over Eddy’s shoulder which the shorter teen roughly shrugs off.

“Very good. I’ve received my comeuppance.” Edd sighs, wincing as his sock squelches with every other step.

A few tsks of disapproval are made by Ed seemingly out of the blue. Edd and Eddy are surprised to see their happy-go-lucky Lump looking uncharacteristically forlorn.

“How sad it must be to be a squirrel without a nut. What cruel, hostile world we must live in where there are not enough nuts to go around.” Ed punctuates the thought with a heavy sigh.

“I’m lookin’ at a nut right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Ed perks up, head whipping violently in search of it as though he can rectify the injustice he’d witnessed.

“Yeah, TWO of ‘em!“

Just as he says it, Eddy’s fist finds its way to the tall redhead’s vulnerable groin with an empty punch.

“DOH!”

Edd puts a bit of space between himself and Eddy.

“Fear not, Ed. Every squirrel has their day.”

“Good for them,” Eddy growls, his earlier gloating soured by envying, of all things, a fuzzy rat.

Seeing as his vapid positivity hasn’t exactly resonated with Eddy, Edd decides to take a more direct approach.

“So, what punishment has befallen you? Another detention.”

Eddy’s brows drop down over his eyes with a snarl. He sees a pebble a few steps ahead and when he reaches it gives it a good solid kick. It skitters wildly into the street.

“No.”

“Suspension.”

“No.”

“Disintegration?” Ed chimes in.

“I wish.”

“You’d make a fine puddle, you would.”

“Thanks, Ed,” Eddy rolls his eyes, shoving his chin down into the collar of his jacket.

He nearly jumps at the shriek-like sound of Edd’s gasp. It looks as though he’s doing a decent impression of that weird painting of the screaming guy.

“Good lord, please don’t tell me you’ve been… expelled!?” Edd can hardly say the word.

“No! Worse! I gotta join some bogus extracaricature.”

Double Dee’s hand flies, grabbing Eddy’s bicep. The sudden physical contact makes Eddy reflexively flinch.

“What a relief! You had me worried for a second.” An offended look on Eddy’s face does worry Edd and he realizes it’s because of the grasp he has on his arm. He swiftly releases it, putting his hand in his jacket pocket.

“Ah- A generously lenient outcome considering the extent of property damage. Participation in a peer activity? Hmm… Why, you could always join me on the junior debate team. What you lack in research skills you certainly make up for with your argumentative temperament.”

“Kill me already.”

Eddy sags under the weight of such a nerdy proposition.

“Oh, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Craning his neck, Ed peers down curiously.

“Join me! We could always use a uh-” Ed pauses, counting on his fingers, “a third member on the team. You could even go by Mr. AV-Eddy.”

With a rough tug, Ed’s head snaps down to match his short-statured friend’s eye level, Eddy’s fist full of the pilling and frayed green jacket collar.

“Call me that at school and I’ll shove an 8 millimeter where the sun don’t shine.”

“Norway?”

“NO way. Don’t even try it.” Eddy threatens before letting go of Ed.

“You got it, Mr. Cool Guy I’d Never Ever Call AV-Eddy, uh, sir!”

To show his deference, Ed removes his monobrow and swears it over his heart.

They keep walking. It’s about a half hour trudge back to the cul-de-sac, but it sure beats the torment of the public school buses. Bottom of the food chain means getting the crappiest seats, or worse even, becoming completely separated. Much better to brave the biting wind for now: Eddy’s ears and nose are already ruddy. Come winter they might reassess.

It’s hard not to think he might be cursed: born with the dark mark. Maybe somewhere down his family line there was some cardinal sin committed that’s the root to all this. If he has to place bets it was probably those damn pilgrims that sold Peach Creek to the Kankers, the lot of inbred nitwits. Eddy sorta gets why his brother is the way he is. He knows deep down his parents treated him different from the jump. That he’s had it better, at least in some ways. Despite his bad luck he’s technically the lucky one. But there is still so much he doesn’t know. Stuff that when he brings it up mom just starts blubbering. He won’t even bring it up with dad. So teachers thought he was smart?

Over the last year, Double Dee has fretted over Eddy’s drawn out silences. Just like the one now. He can’t help but read far too deeply into whatever might preoccupy Eddy’s mind so much to leave him speechless. A more contemplative and reflective streak could be good for Eddy. Except Double Dee knows from personal experience how quickly things can go south inside the echo chamber of one’s own thoughts. He chews his lip as the worry gnaws away at him.

“Eddy? Was there… anything else you wanted to talk about?”

Eddy sniffs his running nose again, scowling. He shrugs.

“S’nothing. Everyone at this school’s got it out for me.”

The feeling of a gentle hand between his shoulder blades makes the back of his eyes burn. Dammit. He blinks hard, sniffing even harder.

“Not everyone.” Double Dee earnestly assures. Ed wraps another arm around him in a lax half hug and this time Eddy doesn’t shrug him off. Instead, he leans in.

“Okay, okay. Fine. Almost everyone.”

And that’s good enough for him.

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characters i will write for right now:

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one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

[foxes-that-run]

To be so lonely

TBSL is a drunk phone call with regret for how a relationship turned out. It has similarities to Say don’t go and Ready for it. Harry said (10:30) it was written in Bath. He said it was one of his favourites and a shame that people shout arrogant SOB at him. I love him so much:

Arrogant son of a bitch

Arrogant SOB is a quote from this Notebook scene. It's a vulnerable, honest line from a hopeless romantic's favourite movie. Why would people scream it at him? Only played at 12 shows.

Timeline

Harry wrote Fine Line in the first half 2018 and Cherry and Falling mid-year.

In October - January he was in Japan. The last Reputation show was in Tokyo in November. He wrote Little Freak & Ophelia then.

Taylor went back to the UK with Joe, In February she and Joe went to the Spaniards Inn (aka Harry's local) and she released Me!

To be so lonely is a drunk phone call when he is back in England around June 2019. (see also 2018-2020 and Fine line timelines

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't blame me for falling I was just a little boy Don’t blame the drunk caller Wasn't ready for it all

The first verse is clear that he's calling taylor:

‘Don't blame him for falling’ has a layered meaning, falling in love in the 1989 TV era (the irony now with vaults), falling off the friendship fine line (also in Daylight) and now falling into depression as in Falling.

He was just a little boy refers to his immaturity in the 1989 TV era, as detailed in Say don't go.

he responds to Taylor’s vengeful open to the Reputation tour and album: "Are you Ready for it.." with a soft gentle 'I wasn't ready at all'. This is layered, he wasn't ready to date an adult, for the fame, to be there for her insecurities in Slut and Say don’t go or to loose that love then or now.

[Pre-Chorus] You can't blame me, darling Not even a little bit, I was away And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry

He's feeling sorry for himself, reflecting on having been emotionally numb when they dated (I was away). To Howard Stern he said every decision he’d made from 16 to 22 was as part of a group, going to therapy and working through his thoughts at that time.

the arrogant SOB line reminds us he is a gentle soul, he is sorry, he has done the work and can now see the effect he had on her. I love that line and wish people didn’t yell it.

he’s sorry, but as an arrogant sob that’s hard

[Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely

Harry asked his muse to not call him baby, because he’s not with them. They are trying to be friends despite chemistry, they crossed the fine line of friendship and he’s drunk calling lonely that his beloved is not with him.

In Taylor’s later track, illicit affairs she has a similar line “And you wanna scream / Don't call me "kid" / Don't call me "baby" / Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me / You showed me colors / You know I can't see with anyone else”

He closes that it’s hard for him to be so lonely, it seems his beloved is not lonely because they are not single

[Verse 2] I just hope you see me in a little better light Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind? ’Cause I miss the shape of your lips You’ll win, it's just a trick And this is it, so I’m sorry

He and this person have history, he wants to right. Little Freak “never saw his birthmark” is similar to me, Harry feels like Taylor did not get to see the real him, he was a little boy who wasn’t ready for it all. He regrets how things turned out and how she sees him.

He misses the shape of her lips, (red lips in style and two ghosts) in a leaked “I just wanna love you” he sang “'Cause I just wanna kiss you / And that's never gonna change / At least I'm honest with you, babe”

He’s jealous she’s with someone else, wishes they were together. He agrees it’s just a trick to get her attention, and he’s sorry.

[Bridge] And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry [Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely To be so lonely x5

:( he’s sad for how it ended, misses her

sees she wants to be friends but he can’t cope if she calls him baby because he wants her. Taylor has a similar sentiment “ Now that we don’t talk “Truth is, I can't pretend it's / Platonic, it's just ended, so”

She’s in a relationship and he wants to be with her.

[aurumacadicus]

For the fic title thing: Tony Stark's baby with stuckony?

YOOOOOOO I LOVED THIS TITLE IMMEDIATELY

Tony Stark's Baby

It had been a great scandal, Tony Stark appearing at his parent's table with news that he was with child. He'd been groomed for royalty. Perhaps not in the direct family line, but a cousin or niece, perhaps. He had the breeding, the finishing, the temperament. He would have made a good husband.

Now he was wasted. That was the word Howard had shouted at him. Wasted. As if that was all he'd raised his son for, to give to someone else. Then again... maybe he had. Tony had never really talked about him with warmth and affection.

If Howard had had any for him, it died that night when he gave Tony the choice to abort or leave. And no one had seen Tony since.

"I wonder if he ever told Howard who the father might be," Steve mused, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. They'd been riding for quite some time since they'd left the Stark estate.

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. "Do you think that Howard would have let us leave the property alive if he knew it was one of us?"

Steve took a moment to really think of his answer. "No, you're right. He would have tried to kill at least one of us." He dropped his hand with a sigh. "I thought Howard was different."

"Yeah, I think his title went to his head," Bucky grumbled. He lifted his head a little. "Looks like we're almost there."

"It was nice of his ma to let him live on her property," Steve said, then grimaced when Bucky shot him an unimpressed frown. "I mean, obviously it's the least she could do for her son and grandchild, but I'm surprised Howard allowed it."

"They had a written agreement that this would be her property to control," Bucky reminded him. He pulled his horse in closer to Steve's, unable to help the smug smirk that crossed his lips as he quietly added, "Heard Howard tried to get her to kick Tony out anyway. Every single servant left the manor that night. I heard it was because they didn't want to be witnesses if Maria killed him."

Steve nodded a little. That made sense. Maria hadn't been the best mother to Tony, but he couldn't imagine her looking at her pregnant child and deciding both her son and his child should suffer, even if she could only bring herself to see the baby but once.

They made it over the hill and stopped to let their horses rest a bit from the climb. There was a little farm in the valley below. Self-sufficient, Clint had called it. No profit. He could grow enough for them to eat, but not enough that he could make more than a few coins with his spare vegetables. A kind gift, but also a punishment.

"Well," Steve said after a moment. "No point putting this off."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed quietly, and they nudged their horses forward again.

There was no one outside to meet them, but they hadn't really expected there to be. Tony couldn't afford to hire help, so any that he got were beholden to his mother, and they hadn't really ingratiated themselves to her, if the way her eyes went sharp with realization after their careful questioning were any indication. The yard had a few toys, but otherwise was well-kept. There was smoke coming from the chimney.

Steve and Bucky fussed with their horses a bit, then gave up on wasting time, putting off the inevitable. Either Tony would accept them, or he wouldn't. If he didn't, that was his right. They had gotten word about the scandal three years ago on the front lines, and maybe they could have come back then, if they'd pushed it. But Tony hadn't asked them to come home, so they didn't.

Steve knocked, then stepped over to press his shoulder to Bucky's. Bucky pressed closer.

The door opened, and Tony was there, tipping his head back to look up at them.

"You're late," Tony said, and then, before they could respond, he turned to step back inside. "Put your horses away. Supper's almost ready, and Harley will be waking from his nap."

"We can stay?" Bucky asked, unable to help his surprise.

Tony glanced back over his shoulder at them. "If you're taking responsibility," he answered carefully.

"We'll scream to the rooftops he's ours," Steve offered immediately.

"And that we plan to bond into a triad," Bucky added.

Tony tipped his head thoughtfully. "...Put your horses away," he repeated. "And if you're nice to me, maybe I'll give you a welcome home kiss."

"Fucking move," Steve said, throwing Bucky to the ground, and Bucky squawked in offense as he chased after him.

[malusrecord]

@coolrpblog

ｅｍｅｒｇｅｎｃｙ░ａｃｔｉｏｎ

[o1dhabits]

(  mikey madison.  cis woman.  she/her.  )  did  you  hear  ?  marianne  dellmount  is  stuck  in  stonehaven  for  the  for  the  foreseeable  future  …  they've  lived  here  for  six  years  and  are  known  around  town  as  the  wannabe,  though  back  in  high  school  they  were  better  known  for  being  voted  best  hair.  if  i'm  not  mistaken,  they’re  a  twenty - five  year  old  grade  studying  undeclared  (  i  really  hope  that  translates  well  into  their  role  as  a  hunter/forager  in  the  ‘new  world'  ).  according  to  my  records  they  were  originally  on  the  trip  because  she  couldn't  stand  the  thought  of  enduring  her  own  company  all  weekend  —  which  checks  out,  given  they’re  inventive,  aimless  and  irascible.  if  you’re  ever  trying  to  find  them,  your  best  bet  is  to  start  at  southside  plaza  and  listen  for  someone  humming  paul  by  big  thief.  oh,  and  don’t  forget  to  try  calling  out  mare  or  picturing  the  last  fleck  of  glitter  stuck  to  your  cheek  the  morning  after  new  year's  eve,  standing  in  the  shadow  of  your  sibling  and  realizing  that  it's  always  fit  you  like  a  glove,  hyper - analyzing  your  friends'  facial  features  —  a  feeling  in  your  stomach  like  curling  a  ribbon  with  scissors  the  second  you  detect  disinterest,  and  your  reflection  in  the  bathroom  mirror  looking  more  like  a  kaleidoscope  than  a  single  silhouette  for  extra  help.  let's  hope  the  chaos  doesn't  get  to  them  …  

⋆  001.      STATISTICS  .

name marianne diana dellmount etymology "sea of bitterness", "grace" gender & pronouns cis woman, she/her sexuality bisexual occupation undeclared major at stonehaven college, hunter/forager marital status single age & d.o.b. twenty - five, june 4th 1999 ethnicity white nationality american religion non - practicing baptist, jewish on her mother’s side hometown chino, southern california, usa residence stonehaven, illinois, usa languages spoken english haunts southside plaza, the carousel plaza, evergreen trails, the banks of serenity lake

⋆  002.      CROSS - SECTION  .

big three gemini sun, cancer moon, aries rising alignment chaotic neutral pastimes hunting, painting her nails, reading the clique series repeatedly though she's aged out of its target audience, trying to guess the scents passersby are wearing as a fun game, writing her maniacal musings in her journal, indulging in a shower beer colour a yellowish pink that hurts your eyes and reminds of strawberry lemonade from concentrate — too sour and too sweet at the same time positives inventive, resourceful, versatile, determined negatives insecure, aimless, irascible, clingy inventory a nearly empty bottle of essie in the cab - ana, an extremely beat up red leather bound journal, a walkman with britney spears' circus in it, a hunting knife (always strapped to her belt), 3 rifle cartridges, a well - loved stanford baseball cap that's faded pink from the sun, a christmas themed budweiser bottle opener keychain inspirations powder/jinx (arcane), pearl douglas (pearl), gretchen wieners (mean girls), shauna shipman (yellowjackets), misty quigley (yellowjackets), cassie howard (euphoria)

⋆  003.      PHYSICALITY  .

height 5'4 build petite, but muscled — sleeper build esque ygm hair dark, down to her waist eyes dark brown, almost black skin tone fair, always looks like it's wanting for some sun identifiers always wearing nailpolish in bright colours, a wide, toothy grin that looks more animalistic than it ever does mirthful, a chipped front tooth —  less chipped than it is missing an entire corner, takes after her mother in looks wardrobe loves colour, sheen and sparkles but hasn't indulged in them much since she took up hunting for the group –  she has a grey stonehaven college hoodie and a too - big camo hunting jacket she found in one of the cabins lining serenity lake that she wears most often, but her choice of footwear is nearly always her pink high top converse scars general wear and tear from growing up on a farm, a couple across her left palm from carelessly cutting apples with a pocket knife face mikey madison

⋆  004.      BACKGROUND  .

marianne  dellmount  was  born  at  a  boiling  point.  the  start  of  summer  in  chino,  southern  california  always  brought  long  heatwaves,  ones  that  boiled  people's  brains  in  their  skulls  and  made  them  angrier  than  they  were  usually  wont  to  be.  her  parents,  both  nineteen  and  already  on  their  second  child,  had  a  relationship  that  was  held  together  by  mere  obligation  and  the  pressures  of  their  small  town's  church  congregation.  summer's  arrival  and  the  unceremonious  sous  vide  of  their  minds  and  bodies  that  came  with  it,  in  combination  with  such,  was  never  going  to  serve  to  keep  the  dellmount  family  together.  two  months  into  mare's  life,  her  mother's  departure  from  chino  came  as  a  surprise  to  no  one  but  her  father.  left  with  two  children  under  the  age  of  three  and  a  hastily  scrawled  goodbye  note  on  a  chinese  food  menu,  he  began  a  search  for  work  wherever  he  could. 

the  only  family  residing  on  bolter  family  chicken  farms  property  were  the  dellmounts.  in  exchange  for  a  meagre  salary  and  the  right  to  park  his  trailer  and  raise  his  kids  on  the  back  of  the  bolter  family  farmland,  mare's  father  shot  coyotes.  and  that  was  all  he  did,  really  — aside  from  drinking  miller  banquets  and  sitting  in  front  of  their  small  television  set  exuding  a  vibe  that  signalled  he  did  not  want  to  be  spoken  to.  when  mare  looked  back  on  her  childhood,  she  remembered  being  raised  by  her  sister  emmalee.  she  was  only  two  years  mare's  senior  and  trying  to  fill  a  role  that  she'd  never  had  anyone  model  for  her.  weekdays  were  spent  at  school,  and  after  2pm  they'd  join  their  father  for  the  last  few  hours  of  sunlight  before  the  night  shift  took  over.  weekends  were  spent  left  to  their  own  devices.  they  were  fed  and  clothed,  but  with  meals  cooked  by  a  ten  year  old  and  clothes  littered  with  grass  stains  and  requiring  mending. 

mare  couldn't  pinpoint  when  she  first  started  lying.  or  maybe  she  could.  maybe  it  was  when  her  sister  went  off  to  high  school,  a  different  building  altogether  from  where  mare  remained  languishing  in  the  sixth  grade.  all  she  really  wanted  was  to  make  friends,  she'd  insist,  telling  fib  after  fib.  yes,  she  had  read  the  clique  series.  yes,  she  was  watching  the  newest  season  of  gossip  girl  every  friday  on  the  cw,  which  was  a  channel  her  family  definitely  got.  yes,  she  did  have  a  gamecube  and  a  ds  lite  —  the  pink  one.  and  yes,  she  had  beaten  pokemon  pearl  within  two  days  of  its  release.  none  of  it  was  true  — but  if  she  believed  in  her  charade  hard  enough,  it'd  get  close  enough,  wouldn't  it?  mare  sat  in  a  place  of  uneasiness.  she  was  pleasant  enough  that  her  classmates  didn't  mind  her  presence,  but  just  enough  about  her  patchworked  personality  and  story  about  her  life  were  amiss  that  she  was  never  invited  for  dinner  at  anybody's  house.  she  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  be  like  emmalee,  who  made  friends  easily  and  who  was  popular  enough  that  her  reputation  preceded  mare's  arrival  anywhere.  "you're  emmalee's  kid  sister"  was  a  phrase  that  tailed  mare  like  a  loyal  dog  until  the  day  she  left  chino  for  good. 

emmalee,  of  course,  did  it  first.  perhaps  it  was  the  burden  of  being  the  eldest  sister,  of  having  to  raise  her  younger  sister  when  she  was  still  a  child  herself  —  perhaps  she  was  simply  tired  of  living  on  the  outskirts  of  a  chicken  farm.  by  the  time  college  acceptances  had  started  stuffing  themselves  into  the  dellmount's  roadside  mailbox,  emmalee  already  had  one  foot  out  of  the  door.  mare  couldn't  tell  you  which  offer  she'd  accepted,  nor  which  big  city  her  sister  had  relocated  to.  their  father  denounced  her  departure,  calling  her  selfish.  mare,  ever  pliant  to  whoever  she  was  seeking  the  favour  of  at  the  time,  agreed  with  him.  by  the  time  she  finished  high  school  herself  two  years  later,  mare  wished  she  too  had  been  swept  away  from  chino  by  a  big  city  university  offer.  instead,  she  shot  coyotes. 

emulating  the  mother  she'd  never  known  and  yet  looked  so  much  alike,  mare  left  chino  two  months  after  her  19th  birthday.  the  little  she  knew  about  her  mother  involved  her  hometown  of  stonehaven,  where  her  father  had  mentioned  once  in  passing  that  she  and  emmalee  might  still  have  grandparents. it was the prospect of them — of warm smiles and baked goods and unconditional love and support that drew her away from the familiarity of her childhood trailer. it was that — and it was the reality that the people she'd grown up with were too old now to fall for all of her falsehoods. mare steamed silently when she saw the tweets or overheard what was said about her at church gatherings. she'd only told the lies so that they'd like her.

in  the  end,  mare  was  too  much  her  father  for  her  mother's  parents.  they'd  moved  from  chino  to  illinois  themselves  when  it'd  become  clear  that  their  daughter  was  never  coming  back  home,  having been driven  far, far away  by  the  obligations  of  young  motherhood.  they'd  needed  someone  to  blame,  and  mare's  father  had  been  there  to  suffer  the  brunt  of  their  ire.  when  mare  had  shown  up  on  their  doorstep  nineteen  years  later,  they'd  only  half  accepted  her.  she  looked  like  their  daughter,  yes,  and  that  was  the  source  of  any  mild  tenderness  they'd  show  her.  but  her  mannerisms  were  her  father's  —  the  way  she  talked,  the  way  she  walked,  the  way  she  was  utterly  unafraid  of  blood  or  mess  or  dirt  or  the  dark.  they'd  pay  to  put  her  up  in  the  motel,  they  said,  but  they  would  not  welcome  her  into  their  home.  it  was  meant  to  be  temporary,  but  mare  was  like  a  badly  trained  dog.  once  she  had  her  teeth  around  something,  she  wouldn't  let  go  until  it  was  dead.

⋆  005.      MORE  .

somehow, mare has managed to stay in stonehaven by the skin of her teeth for the last six years. every time she saw her grandparents out and about in town she'd smile at them with an excessive amount of teeth and they'd avert their eyes. she has not heard from her father once, and though she obsessively stalks her sister's private instagram page (that she does not follow, just looks for any changes in profile picture or bio, etc.) they still have not spoken since emmalee left chino so long ago.

the choice to go to stonehaven college was not her own, but her grandparents' — they pretty much bankrolled her entire life in stonehaven whilst refusing to interact with her in any kind of face to face capacity, which mare suspects is because of guilt. the undeclared major suits her best — allowing her to shift her "interests" based on what suits her on the day.

she's a TRuUEEEEEE gemini in the way that she'll switch up her personality and interests based on the situation she's in and who she's hoping to impress. she has no real, solid personality beyond being minutely childish, easily upset and awkward — her entire life, she's been trying to live up to the expectations of people around her (or at least, the expectations that she expects that they have). she wants to be what other people want her to be, and most of the time she's just ... not good at it lmao. she often comes off as disingenuous, and that's because she usually is. that's where she would differ from a chameleon type lol —  she's more of a hiding behind a skinny tree and expecting no one to see you kind of guy.

tw gun/hunting mention her skill in shooting came from her childhood, direct from her time spent on the chicken farm with her father. she's more than a decent shot and has spent quite a huge chunk of time since they returned to stonehaven trying to rig up different traps from found materials that she can use to help feed the group. she's thrown herself into the job almost obsessively, mostly because she enjoys the feeling of being needed.

⋆  006.      WANTED CONNECTIONS  .

ma meilleure ennemie. (0/1, open to all) this would be frenemies to the core —  i hate you, but i love you so much that we keep this friendship going despite its disfunction. there's one good memory for every five bad ones, and yet they know each other better than anybody else. this could also def be a more one - sided thing, where mare is refusing to let go of your muse and they're slowly just realizing that the friendship no longer ... sparks joy ... for them djksjksjks. open to discussion for sure!

a big fat crush. (0/2, open to all) mare is the type of person to have crushes that look more like obsessions ... she's also the type to have multiple crushes going at once. this most likely would be entirely one - sided, but could also be reciprocated depending on your muse! either way, when mare looks at them into you by ariana grande starts playing in her head.

people she looks up to. (multiple, open to all) people she's trying to model herself after — your muse has something about them that mare finds endearing, cool, and/or attractive, and thus she either wants to be just like them or be liked by them — either will do. your muse can either have picked up on this or be oblivious so far, but mare isn't exactly subtle so they'll likely realize at some point.

someone who reminds her of her sister. (0/1, open to all) mare's sister was her only real parental figure growing up, and since she left their hometown when mare was 16, they haven't spoken. your muse reminds mare of her in some way (can be physical, personality wise or anything at all), and as a result mare has been giving them the cold shoulder. coming from somebody who's literally always trying to social climb and people please, this would be devastatingly obvious and probably VERY confusing for your muse.

an ex. ( 0/1, open to all) mare is obsessive and clingy and generally a lot —  no matter how serious or deep this relationship ran, it almost definitely was not a mutual break up. it most likely ended because your muse simply could not take it anymore — that, or because they realized that mare never really let her guard down around them and simply was herself. there could be lingering feelings, or they could be on pretty negative terms — whatever works best! up for discussion for sure!

literally anything else. hookups past or present, ex friends (probably has a few), people she had classes with, etc.

[goddamnmuses]

Blog Update!

Okay so you may have seen the muse interest tracker post I posted. I was never going to stop rping the muses I'm the most passionate about but some of the ones I'm not so much about I shall drop right now this is just one muse but theres a few I'm gonna be testing and if I aint feeling them I shall also just not make them permanent.

In - James 'Logan' Howlett aka Wolverine - Geralt of Rivia - Garrett Hawke aka Hawke from Dragon Age 2.

Out - Darro Orniel

Testing - William 'Billy' Butcher - Hank McCoy aka Beast (FC still being thought up, open to suggestions) - John Constantine - Death - Ben Grimm aka The Thing - Cooper Howard aka The Ghoul - Thor (From God of War.. might get confusing with Marvel's Thor but we'll cross that bridge) - Brian Braddock aka Captain Britain - Garfield Logan aka Beast Boy - The Joker - Dexter Morgan - Nergal Jr

I'll probably post a starter call for the test muses or something soon. Maybe a post giving some info on some of them too.

[oldschoolcrimefighters]

A Quick Analysis of Arline

Arline Griscom*, wife of Shadow agent Cliff Marsland, is one of those characters whom I adore for her potential rather than for what made it onto the page -- because, to be frank, the page barely gives us anything to work with, and what it does give us kinda sucks.

(*Note: I tag her as Arline Marsland, but she never canonically takes his last name.)

She is in the canon so little that I can -- and will -- transcribe her every appearance in this one post without hitting the picture limit -- and then proceed to wring them for every drop of information I can get. Join me, won't you.

Arline's first, largest, and only named appearance is in #009: Mobsmen on the Spot.

Before her actual appearance, Cliff rudely compares Madge Benton to her.

She was attractive, despite her freakish mode of dress. Too many sparkling rings. Too much makeup. Her blond hair, although effective in appearance, indicated peroxide treatments. Cliff mentally compared the woman with others he remembered from years ago; the others profited by the comparison -- particularly one --

Madge deserves her own post another time, but for now: fuck off, Cliff.

Elsewhere, in a seemingly-unrelated plot thread, we meet Arline.

The door opened and a charming young woman entered. From her manner, one might have placed her age at thirty; her face appeared much younger -- almost girlish. She made a beautiful picture as she stood, exquisitely gowned, against the dim background of the doorway. She was evidently returning from a party. "Come in, Arline," said Howard Griscom, as the woman hesitated. "Arline, you know Mr Ballantyne. This gentleman is Mr Cranston." The girl extended her hand. Lamont Cranston received the clasp, and his keen eyes stared steadily into hers. Arline seemed solemn as she returned the gaze. There was something in those eyes that fascinated her. Their keenness made her think of eyes that she had seen long ago -- the eyes of another man, a man she had tried to forget. As Cranston released her hand, Arline crossed the room and kissed Howard Griscom. The theater owner smiled as he saw Cranston watching them from the door. "My only daughter," he said. "My only child, now.["]

A brief physical description and a not-so-subtle foreshadowing of her connection to the other person in this book who's pining for their ex.

This, the earlier comparison to Madge, and a later mention of her looking up at Cliff are the only physical descriptions she ever gets. Based on that we can deduce that she's intended to be medium-height or smaller, perhaps even petite given her 'girlishness'; she's conventionally attractive by 1930s standards so likely slender and pale, and probably a natural blond to contrast Madge's peroxide blond. She has an elegant but not overly flashy sense of style and understated makeup, again based on Cliff's contrasting impression of Madge.

(You might notice I don't draw her this way. I design her the way I do for Reasons but I won't get into them now because this post is about canon.)

Fifty pages later she returns, and she gets a line!

While Bud Sherman was setting up the camera, Arline Griscom entered the office. The woman smiled pleasantly at Lamont Cranston, who bowed in return. She spoke to her father; then she noticed the camera, and asked why it was there. [Griscom answers.] [Cranston muses.] ["]Saturday afternoon is a time to expect trouble." "What's is [sic] the matter, Daddy?" questioned Arline. "Nothing, dear," replied Griscom. "I am going down to the theater office. Come along with me. [...]" As Griscom and his daughter left the office, Cranston spoke to Sherman.

'Daddy' from a thirty-year-old woman is kinda iffy now but not an unusual word choice for these books so I give it a pass. This scene doesn't really accomplish anything except to further establish Arline as a presence in the narrative.

This book really needed another editing pass, but I'm not sure how many of the typos and punctuation errors are original and how many can be blamed on my New English Library print.

Back with Cliff, we learn Arline is a society dame.

["]You don't ever think of any other woman, do you?" "Not now." Cliff had been thinking of another woman, one whose photograph he had seen in the society section of yesterday's newspaper.

And Cliff is a dirty liar.

Anyway, later.

The door opened and his daughter entered. Arline was beautiful today. She bowed politely to Lamont Cranston; then walked forward to greet her father. With his arm on the young woman's shoulder. Howard Griscom walked into the other office, while Arline spoke consolingly. [...] [Cranston] bade goodbye to the Griscoms as he left. Arline remained with her father for several minutes. Then she, too, departed.

One more fairly pointless scene to establish her presence.

She proceeds to be kidnapped off-screen.

He paused to answer the telephone, which had begun to ring. Belden watched him with catlike stealth. "Arline?" questioned Griscom. "Yes? What!" His face turned ashen. "I can't believe it. Tell me -- where are you now? What's that? If I say a word it may mean death -- to you? Arline! Arline!"

Howard Griscom does not heed this warning and contacts the police, Cliff fortunately gets a tip-off from Madge that leads him to where Arline's been taken, and we get a proper scene!

On the cot sat a young woman[,] her head resting upon her hand. She was alone. Cliff entered and closed the door noiselessly. He approached. She looked up and suppressed a startled cry. "Arline!" whispered Cliff. Sudden recognition dawned upon the woman. Before she could respond, Cliff had gripped her shoulders and had raised her to her feet. He kissed her, with all the ardor of forgotten years; then suddenly, he stepped away and bowed his head. "Forgive me, Arline," he said. "Forgive me. I forgot--" "Forgot what, Cliff?["] The woman was clinging to him now. She was looking up with tear-dimmed, pleading eyes. "Forgot that I'm a jailbird," said Cliff bitterly. "Just out of Sing Sing -- a few weeks ago --" "I didn't know that, Cliff," said Arline. "I've been waiting for you, Cliff, hoping that you'd come back to me." "But Arline--" "I know everything, Cliff. My brother told me -- before he died. It was for him that you went to prison -- and for me, Cliff! He had gone wrong, Cliff -- after father sent him away in a fit of anger. "When he came to your room, fleeing from the police, you took the blame for the robbery he had committed. You fought them with the gun you had taken from him, while he escaped. "He told me months later, after he came back home. He died, you know, after a terrible illness. Father was broken, Cliff. It would have killed him -- that's why I couldn't speak. "Brother had killed a man, too, before the robbery. That was never laid to you. If it had been, I would have spoken. Oh, Cliff--" The woman's voice choked -- "Can't you see that I've been waiting -- that I love you -- love you with a greater, fuller love --" Thoughts of danger were forgotten. Cliff was kissing Arline's tear-stained cheeks. All the grief of years had passed in a moment. Arline knew -- she understood -- and Cliff had not told her. He had remained true to his vow that he would protect the name of the brother of the woman he loved!

Not that we ever learn that brother's name. Seriously, that's a little weird. That's not the only weird thing here but I'll get to that in a second cuz our lovebirds still got shit to take care of.

Cliff whispered to Arline. "There's a woman here," he said. "Where is she?" "In the next room," replied Arline. "It adjoins this one. That's where -- where the brute who brought me here stays. He went out -- with another man. They will be back soon. "The woman -- her name is Madge -- was locked in here with me. She found the door to the next room open; but it was bolted from the outside like this one. She's there now. We must get her--" Arline's head dropped forward. She was about to fall from the chair. Dropping his automatic on the cot, Cliff grasped her before she slipped to the floor. As he steadied her, Arline recovered her senses and smiled. "I'm all right, Cliff," she said. "I'm all right, Cliff--"

Bad timing for a faint, but men in this series faint all the time -- including her dad earlier -- so I'm not gonna dock anything for that.

However, this is as good a point as any to bring up that Arline... really has zero agency. Here, she and Madge are being held together, and it's only Madge who does anything about it. Arline stays behind with her head in her hands while Madge gets to a phone to call for help.

I can imagine scenarios where that's reasonable. What I can't fathom is that Arline never did anything about Cliff, the man she supposedly loves. Sure, her dad seems fragile and maybe trying to overturn the ruling would've killed him -- but she couldn't visit? She couldn't write? Her brother confessed after months, what the hell was she doing for seven years?

Especially considering that passivity is not reflected in her actions to follow.

They get caught, Cliff tries to go for the dropped gun but fails.

Cliff sprawled unconscious. Arline leaped toward him with a small cry of anguish. Shires caught her with one arm and laughed.

I won't transcribe the whole scene but Shires proceeds to manhandle Arline and try to kiss her. She slaps him, manages to break free and backs away against a wall.

Shires's boss Durgan then shoots him, mistaking him for the guy Madge has been sleeping around with.

Arline, startled and bewildered, had her first glimpse of sudden death when she saw the gangster crumple on the floor. Durgan stood above the body, gloating.

As Durgan quickly realizes his mistake, Arline also springs into action.

Arline Griscom realized Killer Durgan's intention. She had been horrified at the sight of death; now, her love for Cliff spurred her to desperation. She flung herself upon the brutal murderer and battled tooth and nail, while Cliff tried vainly to rise. With a mighty effort, Durgan flung the struggling woman against the wall. Before she could regain her feet, she saw his arm turn toward the corner where Cliff lay. Two shots roared. Arline screamed. Then she stared bewildered.

Of course, the shots were not from Durgan.

Then Arline realized whence the shots had come. The outer door of the room had opened. There stood a man in black, garbed in a flowing cloak. [...] Cliff was rising now. Arline could see his tense gaze directed toward the man in black. Cliff's lips were moving. "The Shadow!" he was saying. "The Shadow!" A low soft laugh came from the man in black. It was the strangest laugh that Arline had ever heard. It chilled her; it frightened her, for it carried a tone of menace. Yet, instinctively, she knew that the laugh was one of triumph -- that the man in black had come as a friend. She knew that she and Cliff had been saved[.] [...] [The Shadow] saw Arline rise to meet Cliff. Again The Shadow laughed. Suddenly, he turned and disappeared through the doorway. Cliff had fully regained his senses. The back of his head was aching; but he had one desire that made him forget that pain. He must take Arline from this room of horror! He steadied the woman with his arm. Together, they made their way to the hall. Before them lay an open door that led to a stairway. They followed the path ahead. They reached a side alley and walked through to the street beyond. Cliff hailed a cab. Arline leaned against him as they rode toward her home. She was weak, but happy. She had found the man she loved! He had come to rescue her, against great odds!

D'aww.

So... yeah. When the chips are down, she doesn't faint, she doesn't run, she doesn't sit back and scream (although those are all valid responses). She fights. She fights for herself, she fights for Cliff. She watches people get shot and she pulls herself together and goes after the killer with her bare hands.

You mean to tell me that this dainty little society lady did not lift a finger in seven-plus years but is ready to go toe to toe with a guy literally called Killer? Nah, that doesn't add up.

Back to the story, Shads goes to clear up some loose ends and we get an epilogue with Cliff and Arline.

Cliff Marsland was reading the latest copy of the New York Sphere. The newspaper was a week old. Arline Griscom smiled as she saw him devouring the reports. They were on their honeymoon in France. Howard Griscom had suggested the trip. Arline had told her father the truth about her brother. He had borne it easily, for the ending of his recent worries had made him able to stand a shock from the past. [...] Arline uttered an exclamation of delight as she saw a headline over Cliff's shoulder. She pointed to it.

The headline is about her dad's theater merger going through. Cliff has some thoughts about The Shadow's unstated role behind the various headlines, and then the book ends. Happy ending, they're married now, yaaay. (Although, as I noted before, she does not appear to take his last name.)

So here we have a character who is closely connected to a Shadow agent, who knows he works for The Shadow, and knows that The Shadow is a trusted friend -- but who doesn't work for him, herself. Is that not fascinating? What kind of wrinkles does her presence create? What skills does she bring to the table? How does she get utilized by the narrative?

The answer is, she... doesn't.

Cliff and Arline aren't in book 10. In #011: Double Z, Shads gathers his troops.

--another man who had business in New York was opening a letter at his breakfast table in his home in New Jersey. This was Cliff Marsland, a veteran of the World War, who had done his part in a recent campaign against the New York racketeers. [...] "Darling," he said to his wife, "I think it would be a good idea for you to take that Florida trip with your father. So plan to leave with him tonight. I have work to do that may take me away for a while--"

Scene change. She is not named. She doesn't get a reaction.

In the next book, #012: The Crime Cult, Cliff is once again on a job and making excuses for why he hasn't been in New York, but the truth is--

Cliff was married to the daughter of a theater owner. His wife and his father-in-law were now in Europe. During their absence, Cliff Marsland was back in service with The Shadow.

And then... that's it. She is never mentioned again. She doesn't die, she doesn't divorce Cliff, she's just quietly forgotten.

And it's such a waste.

I won't claim she's well-written or anything. I think I've made it clear here that she is not. She's mostly defined by the men in her life -- Cliff's wife, Griscom's daughter, even her unnamed brother -- and is passive to the point she barely exists away from the page.

But good god the potential is there, and that potential fascinates me.

I have so many thoughts and headcanons and questions about Arline, but this post is long enough, so I'll conclude with this:

I love Arline. I love Cliff being a happily married man. If I ever got a chance to make a Shadow adaptation, I would absolutely keep Arline around-- and delve into what she was getting up to for seven years, because I don't buy that she was just demurely attending society events while the man she loved languished in prison. No way.

I love her, your honor.

[falsebooles123]

Diary of a Big Ole Gay - 2/21/2023

Hey whores, I realized that its been a minute but I've lost a bit of steam this month on my Search for gay smooches. but lets get this out of the way not because I don't want to make you cum emotional, intellectional, and academically but because daddy is very busy this week and he wants to make sure that we have some time together before I have to get back to work. *kisses*

(sorry that metaphor got away from me by which I mean it became aggresively sexual... woops)

I Was a Male War Bride (1949) dir. Howard Hawks

This was a recent favorite of this list which is ironic because its the least gayest film on this list. I was a Male War Bride is essentially one half enemies to lovers and one half bueracratic farce as Cary Grant deals with a goverment system that expects a women but gets a man. In some small sense thats pretty politically clear but this film is objectively straight in a pretty wholesome way. You have what is clearly a partnership of equals and cary grant is put into this submissive role as the male in the relationship.

The Reason why its on this list is that Cary Grant does drag in this. I noticed that moving into the post war not only does the use of cross-dressing deminish but the Coquette Drag, (serving fish, serving cunt, hunty), is replaced with Edward S. Porter Spinster drag. These men are supposeed to look uggo honey. TBF cary grant has a very butch face so its a bit of a miss sweedie situration but the producers purposely wanted him to appear "manish" in his depiction. Honestly compare this with Some Like It Hot.

Testament of Orpheus (1960) dir. Jean Cocteau

The ending of the Orphic Trilogy, its arthouse in the most aggresively way possible. We see a lot of his stylistic choices and what we get is a Sister Age-esque story of coming to terms with death.

This film is a little more visually gayer then Orpheus. Cocteau gropes his muse a bunch in this but if anything this series is the epitome of the Gay Artiste trope and while very Kinema very Movie Critic, it has a lack of overt queer text that I'm looking for on this list.

Olivia (1951) dir. Jacqueline Audry

A spiritual sucessor to Madchen in Uniform this is a movie that is more gay in the sense that theres more lesbians in it. This film has a lot of similar elements, (the gynocentric world of a isolated boarding school and mommy kinks), but it for me at least doesn't have the same queer longing that I loved about MIU.

However this is a must watch for the sapphics so don't listen to the man-words of this little homo.

Everything Else I Watched.

oof lets see the entire filmography of Emile Reynaud. First 20 Bitesize Nightmares shorts. The Prom Night, Ginger Snaps, Cube, and Rec Sequels. Slumber Party Massacre 2. Some shorts from Bruce of Los Angelas, Every Stag Film on LB except for the Virgin in Hot Pants. Oh and Battleship Potemkin. So I've been busy watching other stuff.

Also shout out to Raquel 1:1(2022) I reviewed it for Breaking Glass and its actually pretty good.