#Dream also ended up in a fit that looks like something my mom wears

[somerandomcryptid]

More sketches of self inserting into @calamari-minecraft-corner's fic penpal! On this episode, cuddles and unhingedness (not at the same time)

Anatomy is definitely fucked up but that's what I get for not using references

Cryptid is very mentally stable and not at all unhinged.... yep. Totally. No fascination with death or anything. Nope.

Btw they will probably be a follow up to this once I decided how Dream would feel about it, I'm heavily leaning towards would totally let them but idk, what do y'all (especially cala) think?

In contrast I am basically certain Wren would not be ok with using a teenager as a test subject because I mean she already agreed to die and stuff, and this a literal teenager, she doesn't want them involved with any of this shit, frankly she doesn't want anyone including herself involved in this shit but she's already in deep

Damn this was just supposed to be a few sketches for hahas but I've got too many ideas ashsjoshsk

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Home

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: You and George agreed to spend Christmas Eve separated at your parents’ homes. Your family just have a different opinion on your life choices.

Warnings: some families are toxic as hell; love; fluff

A/N: Here we go, I felt a little frustrated during Christmas at my parents, because I’m single as hell for a second year straight and everybody around was so happy, that it made me cry. Enjoy this little thing!

Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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“Does he even love you?”

“You’re by yourself at your parents for Christmas!”

“He clearly doesn’t care about you!”

“Poor thing, you obviously don’t fit into his luxurious world.”

Sitting at the Christmas table in your family home wasn’t that pleasant as you expected. And also you already regretted agreeing with George to spent this day separated with your families.

Your family always insisted about meeting with everybody. Your grandma, uncles, aunties, kids from the distant relatives… It wasn’t bothering until you started dating the “famous driver Georgie” as they liked to address him. Saying how you changed, how you’re not visiting that much, always being busy with your new life, throwing jokes and insults into your face.

While all you ever wanted was to be happy.

Day after Christmas it was too much for you, and you were ready to get back to Monaco, when George called you to get to his family home to England, already sending you a plane ticket, because who would say no to England.

And that’s how you ended up at the British countryside, car stopping in front of the house, a typical architectural style of England, your eyes taking in all the beauty. And the fog was just a cherry on top of everything.

George stood there waiting for you, wearing jeans along with dark red buttoned shirt, perfectly fitting into the scene.

Meanwhile driver was getting your suitcase out of the cab, you were already in George’s tight embrace, mumbling into his chest some incoherent things, feeling comfortable after the past couple of days.

“I missed you.”

He put a finger under your chin to make you look at him, his smile wide.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry, that your family wasn’t that welcoming. But I think you’d love how my family is excited to meet you.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a little uneasy, because meeting the parents of your boyfriend wasn’t nice experience in the past.

George led you through the house, which was filled with cosy and old decorations and furniture, just like you always dreamed about.

In the living room sat his parents, the eager expression written over their faces, their eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, which was standing in the corner.

His mom was first to approach you in tight hug, while George wanted to say something, but was interrupted.

“Nice to finally meet you, honey! You’re so pretty, even more than at the photos.”

Your cheeks were tinted in pink, smiling nervously, you didn’t expect this kind of greeting.

His dad also took a few steps to you, hugging you and smiling at you with warmth, that filled your heart.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.”

George cleared his throat a little, catching their attention.

“I think it’s time for you to have this, finally. Since you didn’t want to wear it while being at your parents, now, I must watch over you to wear it properly.”

He took his hand out of the pocket of his jeans, opening his palm to reveal a simple silver ring with a diamond. His parents gasped in shock, while you just chuckled in happiness.

As he slid the ring onto your hand, he leaned down to kiss your forehead, sliding his hands down your neck.

“George William Russell. When did you plan you tell us about your engagement?”

His mother spoke in very serious tone, your smile faded at this, maybe they weren’t as supportive as they seemed.

“Mom, I just- it happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to talk about it. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but my sister interrupted me many times that I just gave up.”

His dad, just got to you both grabbing you by your shoulders and hugging you, hiding his happy tears. Then he lifted his head, looking at George.

“I’m so proud of you, son.”

His mom rolled her eyes with soft chuckle, getting to your side also, hugging you too.

“Well, welcome to family, dearest. We love you already.”

Your heart was filled with so much love and joy, that you thought you could burst from that.

And that was how you spent the rest of the holidays. In George’s warm embrace, at the cosiness of his parents house, where nobody questioned your relationship.

It was the place, where you belong.

[romanarose]

The River

Joel Miller x Black!fem!reader

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Summary: Joel and Sarah's mom! reader the days he's conceived, written to Bruce Springsteen's The River in honor of his birthday today!

Warnings: Virginity loss for both, piv sex, skinny dipping, not a happy end, if you want the spoiler look at notes at the end. Classmate calls reader a name but its never stated so you can fill in the blank however fitting you feel, but its implied its either a slur or a derogatory word towards women. Story starts with joel and reader in HS and 17, but 18 when the smu happens. If this makes you uncomfortable, thats fine. Dont read it.Some drinking but everyone is consenting, and at 18 in the 80's in the us you can drink Immersivity: reader is at least biracial as fitting with the show TLOU. Not super descriptive there bc I wanted it to remain pretty open but I mentioned hair care for curls and dark skin

Happy birthday Bruce!!!! I love you

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

I come from down in the valley

Where, mister, when you're young

They bring you up to do like your daddy done

  It started at 17, just kids. You were like something out of a dream to a teen. Well, a wet dream. You dressed so unlike everyone around him, showing off skin in a way scandalous to the bible belt you were living in. Joel was taught that impure thoughts and sex before marriage was sinful, shameful.

A year later, it didn’t feel shameful with you. 

When you moved here during yours and Joel’s senior  year, you and Joel met at a party and it was all over for him the second he saw you in that pretty black dress that dipped so low… Dark, thick curls spiraled around your head in a halo and beautiful dark skin. Joel was certain you weren’t looking his way even once. Joel wasn’t unpopular by any means, but if he were honest a lot of his circle came from either playing baseball or being Tommy’s brother . 

Tommy was a linebacker on the football team, something much cooler than baseball was. Joel didn’t think himself ugly, he thought he was decent to look at, but his nose got in the way, just planted large smack in the middle of his face. Tommy had similar features, but for some reason they meshed together better. Tommy was also just so much more extraverted, friendly as they came. And none of it was fake, Tommy was genuine and that's why people liked him. That’s why Tommy lost his virginity long before Joel had his first kiss.

When you walked over and struck up a conversation with him of all people, Joel’s eyes nearly popped out of his face.

“Hey.” You told him your name. “I start school next week with y’all”

“”M Joel,” He reached out shaking your hand, a move that made you grin ear to ear. “Nice t’meecha”

“You’re cute, Joel, wanna talk outside?”

An hour later, you and Joel hadn’t spoken to a single other soul. He watched as envious eyes lingered on them, pride swelling in his chest at having the prettiest girl at the party wearing his jacket as you sat on the porch. 

“HEY MILLER!” A teammate of Tommy’s shouts at Joel from below the porch. “Gonna finally score a homerun?”

When you looked at him confused, Joel explained the metaphor. “I play baseball.”

“YEAH AND HE’S NEVER SCORED WITH A GIRL!”

“THANKS DAN I THINK SHE GOT IT!!” Joel shouted to the jeering boy who’d drawn a bit of a crowd. When he turns back to you, you weren’t weirded about him being a virgin still, instead you were smiling.

“I’m a virgin too, don’t worry. Wanna really show ‘em how stupid they look?” You whisper.

Joel laughs, smiling something dopey. “Please…”

Swinging one leg over the porch railing, a move that spread your legs and rode your skirt up. You grab his shirt, yanking him towards you and kissing him right tyoure in the porch light, getting bitten by mosquitos. This creates a bunch of loud whooping from everyone except Dan, more people gathering to watch the show. Joel about passed out, ready to fall off the porch and die a happy man. He didn’t, holding onto your leg as you giggled into his mouth at the reactions of everyone around them.

After that, only death could separate Joel from you. 

Me and Mary we met in high school

When she was just seventeen

We drive out of this valley

Down to where the fields were green

“Hey Miller!” Dan called after him in the hall, but Joel wasn’t interested in talking to him.

That school year had been a wild one to be sure. You joined the cheer team, but admitted later it was so that you could see Joel more, an excuse to talk to him. Joel was absolutely baffled at the concept that you thought you needed a reason to talk to him after he’d kissed you, but sweet nonetheless. 

Dan had tried in vain to steal you out from under him, but to Joel’s surprise you showed no interest. After that, he got mean. Joel frequently found himself telling Dan to shut the fuck up, defending you even though the relationship still didn’t have a name. It was stolen smiles in class, study dates, choosing to spend your 18th birthday with him at the local diner instead of a party.  DIdn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let Dan talk the way he did about you. It’d never escalated to more than a few shoves in the locker room, resulting in being separated by Tommy and your teammate. Their coach said if Dan causes more problems to let him know.

And then, Dan crossed a line. The crowded hallway was loud, people pushing around to get the hell out of school and onto their next event but Joel heard him loud and clear. The hall got real quiet, everyone between Dan and you and Joel hearing with Dan called you, and it was over. 

“Joel…” You warn, feeling him squeeze your hand tighter. “Don-” but he was gone, letting go and lunging at Dan like he was tackling in a game.

The fight didn’t last long, Joel a little better off than Dan was by the time they were pulled apart, which is why the coach suspended Joel for 2 days instead of Dan. They told the coach, multiple students testifying, what Dan had called you but he never go any repercussions. That just makes Joel all the more happy he broke his nose.

You were his after that. Officially. Boyfriend and girlfriend and inseparable. Every game, you were there cheering him on and every night you worked he was there to walk you home. 

When the summer turned warm, Joel decided he wanted to share something special with you.

It was a secret spot, a place Joel grandpa used to take him and Tommy to fish before he passed. They pair had grown up swimming there when they could get their hands on a car in the summer, and it was somewhere that few people knew about. A quiet lake, the perfect place to fish and swim or just relax. Joel managed to borrow your brothers car, people trusting him as he was responsible, unlike Tommy. He even packed you a picknick, making it a nice date. He knew he was romantic as shit. He didn’t plan on what happened happening, but he knew it would be a special afternoon.

The week after graduation in Texas was already warm, the world bright and happy around him as college approached. You and him had plans to move to Austen together, he had gotten a few good grants for low income students and was going to attend the tech school, get into electrician work. He even knew a place where he could apprentice in the city, and hopefully by the time you graduate with your 4 year degree he would have his journeymans. You had gotten an excellent scholarship, and between that and the money saved from the last few years of both of you working, if you guys budgeted well you would graduate almost debt free. Then, find permanent jobs, get a house, get married, have kids… the entire world was in the palm of your hands.

You hadn’t taken the big step, even after 7 months of dating, you were still virgins. You wanted to… but where? On the bottom bunk of the bunk bed Joel and Tommy still shared in the tiny mobile home? Or at your place, where your mom made you keep the door open at all time? Joel certainly wasn’t going to deflower you in the back of a car, he wasn’t a fucking animal. Still, he liked to think what ended up happening was perfect.

You loved it.

We'd go down to the river

And into the river we'd dive

Oh, down to the river we'd ride

“Joel!!!” An excited squeal escaped your lips as he finished setting everything up. There were even a bundle of wildflowers on the blanket he sprawled out on the grass. 

“M’grandpa used to take me  n’ Tommy here ‘fore he died.” Joel explained, standing up and stepping back to admire his work. There was a tinge of longing, reminiscing on those old days, childhood that he was soon to leave behind for a life with you. There'll always be nostalgia, but he didn’t have to fear facing the future with you by his side. He’d do it all in your honor. Joel felt your hand on his back.

“He sounds great, baby.”

Joel smiled. “Yeah, he was.” But he turned to hug yo. The smell of your hair was always something he took his time to appreciate. Throughout these months, he’d learned a lot about taking care of your hair, and absolutely adored the smell of coconut oil. He'd gotten pretty damn good at braiding. Sometimes you’d even put the oil in his hair, and Joel loved the scalp massage too much he was practically purring. That’s how you learned he had a sensitive scalp. Very sensitive.

Got anything to drink?” You smiled, trying to distract him.

He paused for a bit, then finally smiled for the first time tonight. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Joel pulled out the glasses, iced tea, rum, and sliced lemons; Long Island iced tea.

Joel insisted on holding the ice to your lip as You sipped through your straw and drank his own. Joel was more of a beer guy himself, the guys would never let it go if they caught him drinking this, but for your, he’d drink it. Plus, it actually tastes good. Beer does not.

Now, Joel was Joel again. He laughed along to your stories and shared quips about the guys at the shop as they sat on the blanket he laid out by the banks. He braided your hair back for you, tying it up nice and tight so the river water doesn’t ruin it.

“You ready to swim?” You asked.

Joel grinned “Absolutely. I brought some spare clothes, I figured you couldn’t exactly sneak out with swimwear.”

“Actually…” You stood up. “I was thinking we could just…” You took off your shirt. Joel quickly stood up. “Skinny dip?” 

Joel had felt your tits before. Plenty. You and him had explored things before… but never this. Seeing your breasts in that bra had his mind short circuiting. He was only a man. 

You turned away and began walking towards the river. The Texas sun was setting on your back as you slid your underwear off. Joel never really gotten a good look at your ass until now. Well now, he was taking it all in. 

“You gonna join me? Or just stare at my ass like a perv at a gas station?” He looked up at you and saw you glancing over your shoulder as you unhooked your bra. When you turned back and tossed your bra back to the shore, Joel scrambled out of his jeans and underwear comically fast, hopping out of his last pant leg. Joel grinned wildly as he giggled (did he just giggle?) and ran into the river as he pulled his shirt off.

By the time he reached you, you had dove into the water, swimming out. He caught up to you and pulled your wet frame in, finally taking yor in the kiss he had wanted to give all afternoon. He was careful, ever so careful, not to startle you or move too fast, but he hears you laugh. “Oh my god Joel, just kiss me.”

As the lady wished. He deepened the kiss as you ran fingers through his thick curls, massaging into his scalp. He could feel himself getting hard, so he pulled away. “Time to swim, sweetheart.” As he dove into the water, you got a quick peek at his ass before it re-entered the cool water. Oh man, you could not wait to get a hold of that latter tonight. You swam as the sun peaked, until your bodies were too tired to keep changing between kisses and splashes.

The evening was still warm, but could cool quick. Joel grabbed towels and another drink for the two of you on the blanket. While in the car, he opened his windows and turned up the radio. He helped dry off your hair and body before pulling a blanket over the two of you. The area was private, no one would be here except him. Snuggling into his chest, you signed contently. Joel was your safe place. Despite being naked under the blanket, You felt warm and secure. When “Sister Christian” faded out of the car radio, You listened to the DJ.

“This next song is a request, it goes out from Joel in Arlington. Joel wants you to know how much he’s enjoyed your time together and he hopes for many more nights like tonight. Well, isn’t that sweet. Here’s to you, this is You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac”

You turned to him with a broad smile. “Joel! That’s so sweet” You took him in for a kiss as the opening chords started playing, your dark, naked body pulling up against him.

Joel tried to keep his cool, but fighting his hard-on was getting a lot harder to control. “I wanted to play something by Stevie Nicks, but all the songs I knew that she sang sounded like break up songs.” Joel sucked on your neck.

You moaned out his name. “Oh god… mmm” You tried to keep the conversation going, but he felt so good on your skin. “True, but Silver Springs is a masterpiece…”

“You are a masterpiece…” He murmured between the soft kisses he placed along your stomach. your heart rate kicked up as he crept closer to your sex. 

“Joel…” You pleaded, begging him for more as he kissed the crease of your legs, so, so close to where you needed him to be. Something else entirely. Just when You thought he was finally going to take your in his mouth,  moved past your sex, his beautiful lips tantalizingly grazing over you’re folds to move towards your inner thighs. “Joel, please, stop teasing…”

“As the lady wants…” Finally, he dove into you.

Then I got Mary pregnant

And man, that was all she wrote

You tasted fantastic. He flattened his tongue as licked up, swirling around your clit, making your whimper. He loved the little sounds You made when he touched you, tasted you. Sliding two fingers inside, Joel worked your lower body with everything in him: his fingers deep inside your, his mouth licking and kissing everywhere in reach, his free hand massaging along your thigh.

In the freedom of the dark night, You felt free to be as loud as You wanted. “FUCK! Fuck Joel, just like that.”

“Fuck, you taste so good”

You gave a breathy laugh “Baby, I taste like river water”

“Like delicious river water” He muttered with an obvious smile;

You giggled “Ew”

Joel hummed “mmmm” the vibration sending another wave through you.

“Oh! Oh God, Joel!” You whimpered when You felt his teeth carefully draw along your sensitive inner thigh.

Joel continued working you, fingering you open carefully until you came on his tongue, tugging on the sweet curl and his oh so sensitive scalp.

You moved your hips up, sending a shock of electricity through him when he felt your thigh rub along his cock.

He kissed into your neck, fighting the strong urge to leave hickies. “If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I was presumptuous?”

“If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I’m easy?”

You could feel a shit eating, teasing grin being pressed into your neck. “I don’t believe in women being easy, I believe in men being lucky.”

With your soft hand, you guided his face back to yours and You gifted him with a kiss. “Do you think you’re lucky tonight?”

He couldn’t help the feral growl that escaped him as he nipped along your neck and chest. “Sweetheart, tonight, I think I’m favored by the gods.” He rolled over and pulled the condom out of his pant pocket and slid it over his length before lining himself up at your entrance and planting a soft kiss on your brow. He touched his forehead to yours. “You want this?” Joel spoke softly in your ear.

You smiled, eyes closed, and nodded, gently tracing the muscles on his back, toned from physical labour.

“More than anything, Joel. Do you?”

When you opened them, Joel was beaming down at you. “More than anything.”

 He felt your grip on his shoulder as he entered your, wet and hot in contrast to the cool air seeping into their little haven. He pulled the blanket over both of their heads to keep the heat between them, to keep the world outside. Right now, only they mattered, only you existed, nothing else could possibly be more important than making you feel beautiful and special and… loved.

You were ethereal. Nothing in the world felt better than you sweet pussy and there was nothing he loved more than you, his beautiful girl giving herself to him, just as he gave himself to you. 

In your little tent, you felt safe, appreciated and adored. Joel always had a way of taking away all your anxieties, his demeanor was always so light and relaxing but fiercely protective. You could feel him hitting deep inside you despite his movements being slow and steady, not wanting to hurt you. He was all kisses: your mouth your jaw, your breasts, your cheeks. As you stretched out your body and put your arms over your head, he ran his hands up your sides, over your breasts and shoulders, along your arms and finally pinning your hand above your. Joel held you to the ground and he picked up his pace, making your toes curl as your orgasm built back up again.

“Mmmm, Joel, baby you feel so good… so good honey”

Joel could feel your tightening around him, he knew you were close. He kissed deep into your mouth that opened for him. You aggressively kissed back, taking his lip between your teeth. “Please baby, I need to feel you.” You wiggled your wrists.

Joel complied, releasing your hands which You returned to his tan skin. When You came around him, he felt your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, tipping him over the edge. His pace faltered as he rode out his orgasm, pressing tender kisses into your neck.

When they re-emerged from the cover of the blanket, night had completely fallen on the reservoir, the moon shone above the treeline illuminating You’s tan, wet body. “Keep on Lovin You” by REO Speedwagon was in full swing. They laid on the bank of the river, pulling your close just to feel each breath You takes.

There they laid, until Joel heard the rumble of thunder. “We should probably get going, don’t want to get rained on.” No answer. He looked down to see you sleeping against his chest. 5 more minutes won’t hurt… He thought to himself, and watched your sleep for 20 minutes, until you stirred to the sound of the thunder getting closer.

“Hm?” You grumbled into his chest, despite him not saying anything.

“I said we gotta go, it looks like rain.”

“Oh.” You rubbed your eyes and sat up. “Oh shit, I forgot we were naked.”

Joel stood up and gathered your clothes that You had practically stripped off for him, then got dressed himself.

It was that July you told him you were pregnant.

And for my nineteenth birthday

I got a union card and a wedding coat

We went down to the courthouse

And the judge put it all to rest

No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle

No flowers, no wedding dress

Everything changed after that, 

Not the love you had for each other, no, not that.

But everything else.

Your parents kicked you out when you told them, and Joel’s family let you move in, kind enough to let you take the couch, until a week later you and Joel were married at the courthouse. You spend your wedding night on the bottom of a bunk bed, Tommy staying with a friend for the night to offer you some privacy.

Life wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t the worst. No trade school, no apprenticeship, no journeymans, but Joel found a union job which was good. You continued working your job at the diner until Sarah was born, the best day of Joel’s life.

The next 5 years would be difficult, late bills and a sick baby, union going on strike, but no matter what, he had you. Always had you, his beautiful girl. Sometimes, Joel would ask Tommy to watch Sarah for a few hours, and he’d take you back to the river, back to where she was conceived. He couldn’t say he regretted it, but when this life brought him his baby. He couldn’t regret anything with you, honestly. Every struggle was worth it for his little family.

It was here you told him about the cancer.

Now all them things that seemed so important

Well mister they vanished right into the air

Now I just act like I don't remember

Mary acts like she don't care

Joel watched as a preteen Sarah swam around the river, Tommy and Joel parked with chairs close enough their feet were wet. Joel supposed she was technically a teen now… but it felt wrong to say his baby was a teenager of all things. 13 could be a preteen, just one more year. He had braided her hair back the same way he always did yours, the memory of which always tore at his chest. There were a few years there he didn’t take her, the last time Sarah had been was when she was 6.

 The chemo had taken its toll on you, but you wanted this last summer with your daughter. Joel had carried you in, your body to weak to stand for long but once you were in again, you were at ease. The water helped you move, taking pressure off your joints and Sarah, as little as she was played gently with you, knowing her mom was fragile. Joel loved how much you loved her, how much Sarah adored you, and it killed him. It killed him to know there wasn’t much longer left. 

Joel watched as you floated, taking in the sun on your skin as Sarah did the same. Two peas in a pod.

You died two days later.

But I remember us riding in my brother's car

Her body tan and wet, down at the reservoir

At night on them banks I'd lie awake

And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take

Now those memories come back to haunt me

They haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true

Or is it something worse

Joel didn’t take her again until she was 10. He couldn’t stomach it, so Tommy did, wanting to keep the family place alive.

“You alright, brother?” Tommy asked, cool beer in his hand.

Joel sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Just….” He shook his head, watching as Sarah went under to do a handstand. “She looks so much like her mom, doesn’t she?”

When Sarah popped up again, Joel and Tommy cheered for her in encouragement.

“Yeah, that she does.”

School was starting soon, and Joel would have less time with her, so he was savoring these little moments, just as their family. Just the three of them. Joel still felt you here, present with him in these ways, even after all these years. 

2003 marked 7 years since your death, and every day Sarah grew to look more like you.

Now those memories come back to haunt me

They haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true

Or is it something worse

That sends me down to the river

Though I know the river is dry

That sends me down to the river tonight

Down to the river

My baby and I

Oh, down to the river we ride

SPOILER!!! Reader dies.

Thak you soooo muc for reading, i know my last fic and this one have been downers, and i gonna be honest, my final joel piece before leaving the fandom wil be bittersweet too ;-;

Thank you for all the love you've given me!!!

Taggint htose whove expressed interest. I think. if i mistagged you im sorry!!! its late for me

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[sissylittlefeather]

If I Can Dream: Chapter 7

A/N: A Christmas surprise! Two chapters in one day! Merry Christmas, friends! Masterlist.

Summary: It's 1975 and Jo Bellamy has been in love with Elvis for 20 years. She doesn't even care that they haven't met yet. All she needs is a chance and she's determined to get one.

But Elvis doesn't feel much like Elvis anymore. What happened to the man he used to be? He's pretty sure he's long gone.

Can a chance encounter with Jo change the ill-fated trajectory of his life?

Warnings: none, this is pretty damn fluffy.

Word count: ~3.2k

“That's a fuck yes, babe.” He giggles and tickles her sides excitedly and they laugh together on the big-enough couch, naked and unafraid of the future… for now.

******

That night passes with Elvis and Jo talking for most of it until they finally fall asleep in bed all wrapped around each other just before sunrise. He's convinced her to stay home from work, so they make love when they wake up and then lay in bed until almost 3pm. Finally, she drags him out of bed and they spend the rest of the day in the kitchen. She has the idea for them to make Christmas candy and a gingerbread house. What they really make is a mess, but they have a blast licking icing and chocolate off of each other. They settle into the TV room with It’s a Wonderful Life on the projector and the candy they made that Elvis hasn't eaten yet. All in all, it's a beautiful day together and when they settle in bed at the end of it, Elvis is ready to spend every day like that. He mentions something to that effect to Jo and she makes a nervous sound.

“What's that sound for, Tink?” She looks at him with an awkwardly pained smile.

“I have to go home tomorrow.”

“Home?” He's confused, thinking she's already at home.

“To see my parents, I mean. For Christmas Eve.”

“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve?” She rolls her eyes and giggles.

“Yes. It is. And my parents always have this big holiday party for the family.”

“Oh.” He gets a little sad thinking that he'll have to spend the next day without her.

“You could come with me.” She says cautiously. Elvis makes a thinking face.

“How many people?”

“Just my mom and stepdad and my step-siblings. You've already met my brother-in-law and niece. I also have a stepbrother who is married with 3 kids. My aunt and uncle will probably be there too. They don't have any kids, so they usually come to our holiday things. But that's all. Not a huge crowd.” She smiles and looks at him hopefully. He grumbles, knowing that he's going to have a hard time telling her no.

“Okay. I already went to a wedding and survived. I guess I can go to a Christmas party.” She squeals and snuggles into his chest.

“I love you so much.” He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head.

“I love you too, Tink.”

******

Elvis stands in his closet in his robe, staring at the rows and rows of clothing. They're late and he knows it, but he has no idea what on earth he should wear to a family Christmas party. All of his clothing is either formal paparazzi-worthy outfits, jumpsuits, clothes that don't fit him, or tracksuits. None of those seem appropriate for where he's supposed to be going right now. He hears Jo's voice as she calls out to him.

“Elvis! Come on, babe, we're late!” She's taken to calling him ‘babe’ as often as possible and he really likes it. But today it just seems to add to his anxiety. He feels like he's going to let her down or embarrass her no matter what he chooses. She finally finds him in the closet near tears. “Babe, what's wrong?”

“Nothin’, honey.”

“Then why aren't you dressed yet? We gotta go.” She clicks her tongue to indicate they need to hurry. He just closes his eyes and hangs his head. “What is it? Talk to me.”

“I don't have anything to wear.”

“You literally have more clothes than anyone I've ever-”

“I don't have anything right to wear.” He slides his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose. She wraps her arms around his waist and squeezes him.

“Anything you wear will be perfect.” He looks down at her in her red dress with her makeup perfect. She looks so young and pretty, like she doesn't belong with him at all.

“Tink, I should probably just stay here.” She pulls away from him and looks up at him with a frown on her face. “Now don't go makin’ that face.”

“You told me you'd come with me.”

“Honey, I've just been thinkin’ and I don't-”

“Do you love me?” She puts her hands on her hips.

“Of course I do.”

“Do you trust me?” He sighs deeply.

“Yes.” She turns to the rows of clothing and picks out a black silk shirt with puffed sleeves, a red scarf, and some black pants and hands them to him.

“There. You can pick your belt and jewelry.” It's an outfit he never would've put together himself, but once he gets a gold belt and necklace on with his favorite black and red jacket, he's satisfied. He's especially pleased when he stands next to Jo in her red minidress with black tights and boots. They look like they belong together now and he smiles. There's just one thing missing. He walks over to a drawer and pulls out a box with a red bow on it.

“I was saving this for tomorrow, but I think you need it tonight.” She takes the box and looks up at him. She's no spring chicken, so she recognizes a jewelry box when she sees it. He watches as she opens the box to reveal a gold necklace with the letters ‘TLC’ around a lightning bolt, the whole thing encrusted in diamonds. “What do ya think?”

Jo is speechless as she looks at the necklace. She's never had anyone buy her such a lavish gift. Her voice comes out as a whisper.

“It's too much.” He tips her chin with his knuckle to make her look up at him.

“Nothing is too much for you. I can never repay you for what you've given me. So please, take the necklace and anything else I give you.” She nods slowly and he takes the necklace out of the box and puts it on her. He pulls back and whistles. “It suits you.”

“It's beautiful. Thank you.” She touches it with her fingertips gently.

“It goes with mine.” He pulls the gold ‘TCB’ necklace out for her to see. She’s seen it before, but never really given it much thought. “It tells people that you go with me.”

She wraps herself around him again and pulls him into a deep kiss. He holds her close and hums as he presses his lips to hers. When they finally break the kiss, he sighs.

“Alright, let's go. Meetin’ my girlfriend’s family. I'm not nervous at all.” She looks at him funny.

“Girlfriend?”

“Well, yeah. What did you think you were?” She shakes her head and shrugs.

“I didn't want to assume.” He grabs her and tickles her sides and she giggles, trying to get away.

“You're mine, Tink. If you've forgotten, I'm happy to throw you on this bed and remind you.”

“Later. Right now I have to take my boyfriend to meet my family.” She takes off running down the stairs and he follows her as quickly as he can, all the way to her car, where he pins her against it and kisses her, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he presses his hips against hers.

“You sure you don't want me to have Jerry drive us?” He whispers in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. She whimpers, but tries to resist.

“No, babe, your cars are too obvious. People will follow us. We need to be in my clunker.” He looks at her car. It really is a sad excuse for a vehicle.

“Well, okay then.” They slide into the front seat and he ducks so that the people at the gates don't see him.

******

When they pull into the neighborhood where Jo's parents live, Elvis looks at her in shock. It's one of the fanciest neighborhoods in Memphis with big, old houses that are both historic and beautiful. His jaw drops when she pulls up in front of a massive colonial mansion and stops the car.

“This is where you grew up?!” She laughs.

“God, no! This is my stepdad’s house. His family owns a lot of real estate in Memphis and he's some bigwig at a bank. They got married when I was 17.”

“Oh…”

“No, I grew up in an apartment with my deadbeat dad and my mother working two jobs to make ends meet. She's living the American dream now.” He nods and then leans in and kisses her cheek.

“So are you.” She looks at him and giggles.

“No, babe, I'm living a goddamn fairy tale.” He chuckles. “Now, come on. We're already almost an hour late.”

At the front door, Jo's not sure who is more nervous, her or Elvis. She holds onto the bottle of wine they've brought with a vice grip. Finally, her stepdad answers the door.

“Jo! You made it. And you brought… company…”

“Hi George. This is Elvis.” To his credit, her stepdad adjusts quickly and shakes Elvis’s hand without any further ado. As they make their way through the foyer, George grabs Jo.

“Your mother is going to have heart failure.” She looks at him with her eyes wide.

“Oh God. Let's hope not.” She runs to be in front of Elvis when he walks into the dining room where everyone is seated for dinner.

“Jo’s here!” Her mother jumps up from the table and runs to her, grabbing her in a hug. “And who have you- oh my God.”

“Hello, ma'am, I'm-”

“Elvis Presley.” Jo’s mom holds her hand over her mouth as Elvis stands there awkwardly. Everyone at the table is silently staring and Jo starts to panic. Maybe this was not a good idea.

“Elvis!” Amy launches herself out of her chair and onto Elvis like she's known him her whole life. He catches her in a hug.

“Hey, kiddo.” That seems to jar Rob back to reality as well, so he stands and shakes Elvis's hand.

“Nice to see you again. This is my wife Christine.” The introductions finally begin and everyone seems to relax significantly except Jo's mother. She's still starstruck, so Jo goes over to her.

“Mother. Please calm down. He's just a person.”

“A person you've idolized for two decades! How did you… when did… he…?” She stumbles over her whispered words.

“We met at one of his shows. We've been together since then. Now, please calm down.” Jo doesn't mention that the show was less than two weeks ago. Elvis walks back over to them, hoping he can put her mom at ease. He puts his arm around Jo's waist and holds his hand out for her to shake. She looks up at him and puts her hand in his and he promptly lifts it to his lips and kisses it.

“Elvis, this is my mother, Rose.” Jo looks up at him and he smiles.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Rose. Thank you for raising such an amazing daughter.” Jo’s mother giggles.

“Oh! Aren't you sweet? Thank you. It's lovely to meet you.” Once the initial pleasantries are finished, Rose and the rest of the room settle back into dinner as Elvis and Jo take their seats. The meal passes with good food and polite conversation that gets more and more comfortable as each minute passes. By the end of it, everyone is talking and laughing with Elvis like they've known him for years. Jo is impressed with his ability to blend in, and honestly he is too. But he reminds himself that he's just a person like they are. There's no reason he should act any different. He glances over at Jo every once in a while and smiles, his body filled with a kind of golden warmth when he looks at her.

“She's really something, isn't she?” Jo’s aunt Carol asks, catching Elvis as he stares at her.

“She really is.” He looks at Carol and smiles.

“She's been through a lot. It's nice to see her happy. My sister did her best to raise her, but they didn't have it easy. She's done well for herself.” Elvis nods, not sure where this conversation is going. “I'd hate to see her go through more. She deserves something real.”

Ah, there it is.

“Ma'am, I assure you, I have no intentions of hurting her.” Elvis looks at Carol seriously.

“We never intend to hurt people, do we?” Jo had mentioned that her aunt was tough and protective of her to a fault. This must be what she meant.

“No, I suppose not. But I'll say this: I've never loved anyone the way I love her. If I ever hurt her, it'll hurt me more.” Carol gives him a small smile and pats his hand.

“Good answer.” She moves the conversation to a different topic and he catches Jo's eye. Her eyebrows raise when she sees who he is talking to, but he gives her a warm smile and she's reassured. For a couple that's only been together for a matter of days, they communicate without talking pretty well.

The evening passes fairly quickly with the children opening presents and the adults drinking hot apple cider and eggnog. At one point, Jo's sister-in-law looks around the room for someone to take her six-month-old while she deals with something else for the kids. Without hesitation, Elvis takes him and holds him in his lap, playing with him and talking to him quietly.

“He's good with kids.” Jo’s stepsister Christine comments.

“Yes, well, he's a dad.”

“Mhmm. He only has the one daughter?” Jo answers without taking her eyes off of Elvis.

“Yes, Lisa Marie.”

“Have you met her?” She turns to look at Christine.

“No. I suppose I will tomorrow, though.”

“Sounds like it's pretty serious, then.” Amy runs up to her mom and Christine wipes the chocolate off of her face before she runs away again.

“Yeah… you could say that. He asked me to move in with him.”

“Oh, my. Is that what you want? A life with a rock star?” Jo purses her lips.

“I want a life with him.”

“You don't want a family?”

“Why couldn't we have a family?” Christine shrugs.

“He already had one and it didn't work. I'd think he's done with that part of his life. And I've read that he-”

“I'm going to stop you right there. Whatever you've read is probably not true. And as far as a family goes, he and I are all the family I need.” Jo means it when she says it, but the second she does, she starts to wonder if it's really true. Christine nods.

“As long as you're happy.”

“I am.” Jo takes a big swig of cider.

“Then I'm happy for you.” Just then, Elvis makes some face at Jo as one of the little girls puts a Christmas bow on his head and she almost giggles openly. Christine catches the interaction and puts her hand on Jo's shoulder. “He seems like he really loves you.”

“He does. And I love him.”

“Then that's all you need to know.” She pats Jo's shoulder and then Amy is back and she has to go get her something in the kitchen. Jo turns back to Elvis where he bounces her nephew on his knee and talks very seriously to her other two nieces, his hair now full of bows. Would he be willing to have more children? She's always thought of herself with kids someday, but is Christine right about that part of his life being over?

******

When the evening concludes, Elvis and Jo say their goodbyes and head back to her car to drive home. He's in the driver’s seat this time and she's leaned against his shoulder happily.

“Hey, honey, can we take a quick detour?” She sits up a bit and nods.

“Sure, babe.” He turns down a road that will lead them out to the country, but not really towards Graceland. About twenty minutes later, he pulls the car off of the road and parks in a small clearing.

“You got a blanket in the trunk?” She nods, glad that she does. He hops out and fetches the blanket. “Come on, Tink.”

She grumbles and slides out of the car. He wraps the blanket around his body and pulls her to him so that the blanket covers her too.

“Now look.” She looks out where he points and gasps. They're on a bit of a hill, so she can see the whole field below them filled with fresh, virgin snow. Above that, the moon is almost full as it glitters on the blanket of white crystals. The image is breathtaking and she almost cries with how pretty it is.

“It's beautiful.”

“This is one of my favorite spots. I love how many stars there are out here. And especially when there's moonlight on the snow.” She's quiet for a bit as she takes in the scenery. Then she whispers.

“Thank you for sharing it with me.” He squeezes her and presses a kiss to her temple.

“I want to share everything with you.” Jo sighs. There's been a question burning inside her since she talked to Christine at the party.

“Can I ask you something?” Her heart flutters in her chest. It's not even what she thought she wanted, but being with him is different.

“Sure, Tink.” She hesitates for a moment, scared that this might be another thing that comes between them. He has the same fear, even though he doesn't know what she's about to say. Taking a deep breath, she continues.

“Would you want to have more kids?” He leans down and turns so that he can look her in the eye. She waits anxiously as he searches her face. At first, he's reluctant to make promises, but then the image of them in front of the fireplace with their little family passes through his mind and he knows his answer.

“Yes, honey. I'd love for us to have a little Elvis Junior or baby Jo runnin’ around.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Tink. I love kids and I love bein’ a daddy and I think you'd make a great mama. If it's what you want, we'll have a dozen kids.” She giggles.

“I think one would be plenty.”

“Whatever you want, honey.” He wraps the blanket tighter around them and she lays her head back on his chest. Fat snowflakes start to drift down from the sky as they stand there together.

Jo is as happy as she's ever been living her fairy tale. But she can't help the niggling thought that this might all be over as soon as he leaves for tour or Vegas. He's saying all the right things, but does he mean them long term? She's never been one to worry about the future, but the thought of losing him makes her stomach turn over. Still, right now he has his arms around her and she's perfectly content to stay there forever, looking out over the untouched snow with the moonlight sparkling like diamonds.

******

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[marimayscarlett]

You were standing right in front of Richard and lived to tell the tale?? How??? How was the experience?

Hi and thank you for this ask which allows me a bit to talk about this concert 😌🤲🏼

Yes, I survived in some mysterious way! I have to say that standing this close to Richard has been a dream of mine for about nine years, and despite all hope, I didn't think it would work out.

The entrance to the concert area in Dresden was quite a hassle, as you had to run over a kilometer after security (and running is NOT my strong point at all). Thanks to my rather fit companion and a bit of luck, I ended up standing on Richard's side in the second row and let me tell you - this man is just as beautiful live, just as fascinating and engaging, and just as incredibly irresistibly attractive as he looks in photos and gifs.

Richard's presence on stage is unique, he knows exactly which movement fits the music and situation, and yet it doesn't seem rehearsed, but like he's really feeling the music. The way Richard 'conducts' the crowd is also simply captivating, you can hardly resist it when he stands in front of you and does his finger pointing 👈☝👉.

Plus, his eyes… 1. his eye make-up is simply superb and 2. the way he lets his gaze wander over the crowd, always looking for someone in the audience to hold his gaze, clearly contributes to his effect as a proper rock star.

At the same time, it was a nice experience to get a little insight into the 'normal' Richard alongside his stage persona, since he probably does wear his emotional life on his face at times. The way he communicates with the roadies by grinning, pointing, raising his eyebrows, grinning at Paul, sometimes rolling his eyes in annoyance when something doesn't quite work ( during DRSG he didn't wear his pyro-sleeve, either because he had forgotten it or it wasn't working, and was probably a bit pissed off about it for a moment) - it all shows that he is also REALLY a human being. It sounds silly to phrase it like that, but he often seems so larger than life to me, so unattainable and breathtaking, that it feels good to be able to perceive him as a regular person; even if it's just through glimpses on stage.

I still haven't recovered from the sight of him and keep watching the videos I recorded of the concert in disbelief and awe (I zoomed in on Richard for almost every single one of the videos. My mom laughs all the time now when she sees the videos and says how amazing it is to see "Richard and his little background musicians :)" on stage). I know some people see the band that close 10,15, 20 times per tour, but for me it was just something very special and that day (Dresden, 16.05.24) will forever have a very special part of my heart.

Some small little pictures I took of Richard because these curves cure my nerves:

[popodoki]

Hey, teacher! My Catwin motorcycle AU, PART 6

and they still ain't boning lads, this is still sfw x

Thomas, Edwin can tell, is trying his damnedest not to inhale his food like a vacuum does dust.  He has decent table manners, though one elbow has been planted right on the table for the entire meal. To his credit, he did put the napkin in his lap when they sat down. To Edwin’s credit, he resolutely doesn’t look further up than elbow-level. 

They finish the meal among amicable small talk, and Thomas insists on clearing the plates, even going so far as to properly rinse them, place them delicately in the rack of the dishwasher after Edwin points it out for him. "Least I can do," he insists, "Don't know if I made it clear before, but I really appreciate this. Hot shower, nice meal, and a warm bed? More than I've had freely offered in a while. So, thanks, is all.” Thomas turns to him, leaning on his hands on the counter behind him. “Thanks, ghostie."  

The smile sent his way is full of warmth as well as something Edwin can’t quite decipher, prompting Edwin to try to keep how moved he is by the heartfelt thanks hidden. "It’s nothing. Pleasant company is always welcome in my home." 

What, screams his inner voice. No it's not. You hate entertaining. Why are you lying? 

Thomas excuses himself soon after dinner, citing too many hours on the road in the last week, not nearly enough rest. They say goodnight, and Edwin snags a random book from the shelf on his way upstairs to bed. Turning the cover over in his hands once he’s settled, he can’t help but let out a little huff. In the end, Edwin can hardly focus on Pride and Prejudice, instead spends too many hours staring at the ceiling, thinking of the man downstairs, before he eventually drifts off to sleep. 

Edwin doesn't often truly dream. When he does, it's of places he'll never visit, sights he'll never see, foods he'll never taste and sounds he'll never hear. He dreams of wide-open mountain ranges, green at the bottom, snowy on top. Of long roads, veins of asphalt, cutting through fields of different coloured roses, various crops. Mom 'n' Pop Diners, that only serve the greasiest, most delicious crap food you've ever had the pleasure to eat. The salty wind of the coasts, a chill that bites your nose, whips at your hair.  

Edwin wakes up feeling trapped, practically throwing the covers off the bed in his quest for more air. When he sits up, he smells breakfast being cooked downstairs, and he hastily dresses in plain jeans, a button-down shirt, folding and pressing down the cuffs on his wrists as he cautiously pads down the stairs, steps wary. 

Thomas is definitely cooking at his stove, and he seems to have retrieved his dry laundry from the machine on the back porch. His clothes look clearly washed, fresh, clean, and utterly unconventional. Edwin thinks he recognizes the white socks, and the black shirt, though he can’t recall if the material felt quite as sheer in his hands, as it looks worn. His eyes flit between the socks and the top, down, back up, down, back up, but Edwin’s gaze can’t help its stutter in the middle. Thomas is wearing a kilt. A dark tartan, adorned with a pair of gleaming buckles, that could be decorative, could also be the fastenings, that hold the fabric tight over Thomas’s hips- Thomas is wearing a kilt, as he cooks, carefully tending to whatever he's got going with a spatula.   

Dressed in his own clothes, that fit him, Thomas looks comfortable, much more like the man Edwin had first spotted outside the school yesterday. Was it truly just yesterday? 

"Morning!" Thomas salutes him with the spatula. 

Edwin’s grateful for the distraction of glancing at the clock; 10am. He doesn't tend to sleep this late, but usually he remembers to set his alarm. "Good morning." he manages to affect a pleasant tone, unsure as he is, thoughts rolling around his head, centering on a stranger making himself so comfortable in his home, a stranger looking so comfortable, so at home, in his home. 

"Have a seat, this is just about done." Thomas spends a mere moment looking for the correct dishes and utensils, his obvious familiarity with Edwin’s kitchen just sending his head spinning again, having him sinking in his seat rather heavily as the other sets about serving up two helpings of cheese omelette. 

He tries not to look too sceptical as he takes the first bite, finds his concern absolutely unwarranted. "This is quite good," Edwin insists, completely earnest, "did you whip the eggs with milk?" He inspects the meal, sees various crumbled herbs, meticulously distributed. Thomas preens, taking a bite himself. "I know a thing or two, about a thing or two.” He winks, and Edwin can’t help his answering smile. “I wanted to pay you back for the nice dinner last night, this is really the only thing I know how to make well." He laughs. "Eggs are hard to screw up, you just have to not burn them." 

"Deceptively simple instructions." Edwin offers, thinking about all the times he has burned the eggs, spent an hour scraping it off the pan.   

They finish their breakfast, both humming contentedly at the last, flavourful bite. Washing away the last of the taste, Edwin smiles from behind the rim of his glass. "Well, you can make me breakfast whenever you can. You make good eggs." What. His inner voice pipes up, again. No, really, what. 

Thomas eyeballs him, a smirk making its way onto his face. He looks as though he's about to make a joke, or worse, an observation, but obviously thinks better of it, shifts gears. Edwin rather hates how well he can read the man across the table, that he can follow the other’s thought process plainly on his face, start to finish, while he himself is left floundering at his own mind’s whims, remnants of utter panic still clogging his throat because where the Hells did that comment come from, you idiot? 

"I'd take you up on that Ghostie, only it doesn't seem like this town will take too kindly to me wandering around." 

"They're allergic to leather jackets. We'll find you a nice tweed suit, you'll blend right in." Stop, what are you doing? 

Thomas pretends to retch, dissolves into laughter, closer to giggles, at the thought. It's rather endearing, Edwin thinks.   

Before Thomas is done laughing, Edwin tells himself to stop feeling those feelings, immediately.  But he knows himself too well. He's been down this road before. This is the beginning of a full-blown crush. On another man. Good job, Edwin, well done. 

And then the doorbell rings, and Edwin actually considers not answering it. He huffs, excuses himself, and when he realizes who it is before he opens the door, he sighs, groans, and steels himself, opening the door with the most pleasant smile he can force onto his face. 

"Ah, Madam Finch. How are you this morning?" 

Esther Finch doesn’t have to physically enter the doorway, for her expensive perfume to marinate Edwin’s entire hallway. Her forward lean doesn’t help matters, Edwin obligingly offers her his hand to clutch, if only to stave off any actual advance.  

“Edwin, dear boy, I was just in the vicinity,” she drawls, overt syrupy tone crawling out from violently red tinted lips, speaking slowly, as to prolong every second she can keep hold of Edwin’s attention, “you know the Homeowner’s Association has an ordinance against non-running vehicles,” she quips, the thinly veiled barb offered as like a sudden thought, as if they’ve been conversing for a while already, with a far from subtle side-eye thrown at Thomas’ bike, perched legally on the driveway, “but don’t fret, nobody’ll hear it from me, hm? Our little secret. That’s not at all why I’m here dear, truly, don’t fret. I’m merely confirming, transparency and all, your presence at today’s picnic, later? We all know its public, free of course, a wonderful community coming together, but you and I both know how fast the best seats fill up.” She winks, nods briskly, as if she’s sharing an inside joke. “I need to reserve your seat, at my table. Tell me I can expect you around noon?” 

When Edwin returns to the kitchen, a good few minutes later, Thomas actually looks concerned when he asks if Edwin is really thinking of going.  

Edwin sighs, refills his mug, almost wishing he could replace the coffee with something stronger.  "I'm afraid that I must, or Esther will insinuate herself into my life at every opportunity, until I join her at some other function. At least this one is out in public. If I went to one of her dinner parties, she'd probably corner me in the restroom, bite my head off. Or worse." He rolls his eyes, and Thomas chuckles. 

"Not interested, huh?" 

"That," he points at the other, "is putting it quite mildly. I mean, even if I did-" Edwin stops himself, shaking his head. Idiot, he'd almost said it out loud. "It's just that I find her repellent in every way.  Do you know," he leans forward, conspiratorially. "She's been whispering around town that so many of our town's problems would melt away, if only we segregated the schools again." 

Thomas frowns so hard his forehead creases. "Disgusting. Not one of those." 

"Oh, indeed." Edwin rolls his eyes as dramatically as possible. "And she knows just how loudly she can complain about it. Not too quietly, that no one cares, but not too loudly, not risking a backlash. She's diabolical. A right proper witch. And this town is just awful enough, to allow it." 

The kitchen fills with discussions about the horrors of middle-aged women, with far too much power and time on their hands. A part of Edwin wishes he can bring Thomas with him to the picnic. If for no other reason, than to see Esther's face when a motorcycle ruins her picnic's "immaculate" aesthetic. But he can’t do that to Thomas.  

When Thomas asks if he can use a gardening hose or something similar, to wash his bike, Edwin explains where to find the proper tools, and decides a shower would do himself some good as well. Under the hot blast of the water, Edwin does start to feel a little bit better. There was nothing like a good breakfast and a piping-hot shower to make one feel like a new man. And, thinking back on all the events of this morning, Edwin realizes they never truly broached the subject of Thomas leaving anytime soon. Edwin doesn’t want to contemplate exactly why that makes him so pleased. But he can’t not acknowledge that he is that, pleased. Greatly. Edwin engages in the guiltiest, most silent wank he's had, since he was a teenager still living at home.   

For those short, blessed moments, he forgets all about the church picnic. 

[paisholotus]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗. 9

Play: Apocalypse~ cigarette after sex

Katsuki's Pov

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, running a hand through my spiky hair for probably the hundredth time. Fuck, why am I even nervous? It's just Nisha. The same Nisha who used to climb trees with me and get into trouble, the same one who never backed down from my challenges.

But it's different now.

My phone buzzes with a text from her: "Still on for 7?"

"Obviously," I type back, trying to ignore how my heart rate picks up. I've faced down everything life's thrown at me without flinching, but somehow the thought of picking her up for our first actual date has my stomach in knots.

I grab my keys and leather jacket, giving myself one last look. Black jeans, dark red t-shirt that fits just right – simple but good. I'm not trying too hard, definitely not. The cologne was just... whatever.

The drive to her place feels both too long and too short. Every red light has me drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, memories flooding back of all the times we've hung out since she moved back. The way she still laughs at my worst jokes, how she's never lost that spark in her eyes when she's about to say something smartass.

When I pull up to her building, she's already waiting outside. My breath catches – she's wearing this dark blue leather jacket and black ripped jeans. that makes her look... shit, I can't even think straight. Her hair's down, falling past her shoulders the way I always liked it.

"Took you long enough, Katsuki," she calls out with that familiar grin, the one that always made me feel like I was about to get into the best kind of trouble.

"Tch. You're the one who's early," I shoot back, but I'm already smiling. Can't help it around her, never could.

The restaurant I picked is this hole-in-the-wall place with the best ramen in the city. Not too fancy – we'd both hate that – but nice enough to show I put some thought into it. As we walk in, her hand brushes against mine, and I catch it before she can pull away. Her fingers fit between mine like they belong there.

"Remember that time in middle school when you challenged me to an eating contest and we both got sick?" she asks as we sit down.

"You started it," I counter, even though we both know that's bullshit. "Besides, I won."

She kicks me under the table. "In your dreams, explosion boy. I distinctly remember you turning green first."

The nickname catches me off guard – she hasn't used it since we were kids, when I was obsessed with making things go boom in chemistry class. Something warm spreads through my chest, and I have to look down at the menu to hide whatever my face is doing.

Throughout dinner, it's like no time has passed at all. We fall into our old rhythms, the bickering and laughing, but there's this new tension underneath it all. Every time she leans forward to steal food from my bowl (some things never change), I notice the way her eyes linger on mine, when she talks about her mom, her hands moving animatedly, I find myself watching her lips. I also wonder how her mom is doing and how she looks now.

After dinner, neither of us wants the night to end. We end up walking through the park where we used to hang out as kids. The street lamps cast everything in this soft glow, and the spring air is just cool enough that when she shivers, I have an excuse to put my jacket around her shoulders.

"You've gone soft, Katsuki," she teases, but she pulls the jacket tighter around herself.

"Shut up," I mutter, but there's no heat in it. We both know she's right – at least when it comes to her.

We stop by the old playground, and she immediately heads for the swings. Same as always. I stand behind her, pushing her higher like I used to, except now my hands linger on her back each time.

When she slows down, I move to stand in front of her, hands gripping the chains on either side of her. Her eyes are bright, challenging, that familiar spark that's always drawn me in.

"You gonna kiss me or what, explosion boy?"

I smirk. "Demanding as ever, huh?"

But I'm already leaning down, and when our lips meet, it feels like every explosion I ever caused in chemistry class, but better. Her hands come up to grip my shirt, pulling me closer, and I realize I've been waiting for this moment since we were kids and too stupid to know what we wanted.

When we break apart, she's grinning up at me, that special smile that's always been just for me. "Took us long enough, right?"

"Worth the wait," I admit, and for once, I don't care if I sound soft.

Because it's Nisha, and she's always been the exception to every rule I had.

[gogobluedynamite]

Curse this sinus infection! Whatever was going on with my niblings have gotten to me and now my throat is jacked up...

And it had to have happened when the TADC Ep4 drops!!!!

But... I digress.

(Spoilers Ahead)

First and foremost...the freakin' animation looks even better! The lighting, how the characters move, their expressions *chef's kiss!*

I love how...mundane this episode was. I can see why Gooseworx warned us about it being boring, but...I don't know. I kinda liked the direction this episode went.

Also...I lowkey knew we were gonna get some Gangle and Zooble interaction, which inspired me to write my recent fic...but this was soooooo cute!!! Not to mention the 'Aw shucks' motion Zooble did when Gangle thanked them for the mask.

And we learn that Gangle was in a managerial position before, so that's interesting. But...man. We also learn that she had dreams of making a webcomic before having them shut down...it really makes me feel sad for her cuz, at a young age, my mom and my dad would always encourage me to improve with my art and writing and, now, I'm trying to improve my writing more and getting into the swing of my art (and might be thinking about doing commissions as a way to make money; why not do something fun for money?). So...seeing that Gangle probably didn't get the same encouragement really broke my heart.

After what happened near the end of the episode...I wonder if Gangle isn't gonna wear her Comedy mask as often or none at all. Granted, she didn't say anything about not wearing it again, but, wearing a 'fake mask' like that isn't exactly good for you. Hell, her keeping her plastic mask on seems to be mentally draining.

I was reading through TV Tropes and whoever was in charge of the edits referred to Gangle's new mask as a Manic mask...which I feel is pretty much fitting. Manic episodes, while typical in bipolar disorders, can happen to people with depression...well, seasonal depression specifically, but as someone who goes through the throws of both seasonal and regular...they're one and the same to me. Manic episodes are like a bad drug, dear Lord...

One of the other highlights of the episode was Jax's reactions to...everything. From him realizing in horror of what their next adventure is gonna be to him being forced to watch the training video, nearly Clockwork Orange style.

And Gummigoo is baaaaaaaaaaack! ...And he doesn't remember Pomni... T.T And Pomni...honey...you are too sweet...I just realized that Pomni was slightly put in the backseat. Which, fair, this is the Gangle episode and I ain't complaining.

In regards to Ragatha's words about preferring Gangle being sad...I want to say that she always didn't like the comedy mask as...well, it's one of those metaphorical masks many of us wear to hide away our true feelings. And Ragatha (maybe) wanted to tell Gangle that, but couldn't think of the right words to say and while high, the words she wound up using was...poorly chosen, at the very least.

Seriously, what is up with that Stupid sauce and how the hell can it effect Ragatha? ...You know what? The less I know, the better.

Caine is still a flippin' delight...but what was up with that glitching near the end? Was it for comedic effect orrrr....

And lastly, Kinger...why were you riding a bull???!!! lol

[hauntedwoman]

tagged by @youngestdaughtersyndrome and @glassangels (thank you <3333)

are you named after anyone ? yes i'm named after my nana !! (my full name is margaret hehe)

2. when was the last time you cried? a couple of weeks ago when i was saying goodbye to my cousin who moved out of state w her boyfriend so he can complete his residency for med school................. partly bc i miss her a lot but also bc i genuinely feel like i am never going to experience healthy romantic love i feel like it wasn't made for me HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

3. do you have kids? does my cat count bc i raised her from a little baby kitten she was so tiny she fit in the palm of my hand :3

4. what sports do you play/have played? i was on a swim team all throughout junior high and high school and sometimes i miss just mindlessly swimming laps and getting lost in the pure muscle memory of it but then i remember getting up at 5am on saturdays to go to meets and i realize i can live without it 5. do you use sarcasm? my favorite show is daria u tell me

6. what's the first thing you notice about someone? usually eyes or clothing. living in a place where it's rare to find other ppl my age that dress "alt" i'm always looking for ppl that have interesting personal style.

7. eye color? not to be some annoying white girl on main but they change depending on what i'm wearing. they're usually either blue or gray or a teal color.

8. scary movies or happy endings? considering nothing in my life has ever worked out the way i want it to i can't relate to happy endings. almost all of my favorite films have heavy horror or psychological thriller aspects

9. any talents? i'm a pretty decent singer. i was trained classically and sang in choirs for like seven years, so i also know how to read music. other than that i think i'm really good at interior decorating or just being able to make things "aesthetically pleasing". i also think i'm a pretty good writer and that i manipulate language in a really unique form that gives way to a really clear voice in my work.

10. where were you born? simferopol, ukraine

11. hobbies? journalling, staring into the void, photographing/exploring abandoned buildings, grieving, making playlists for every emotion i've ever felt, clinging onto a past that everyone else has forgotten about except me, reading books that make me feel like i need a lobotomy, antique shopping, blackberry picking, sunbathing, being a heinous bitch

12. any pets? i have two cats (phantasma and smokey), and then my mom and sister have four dogs between the both of them so i am constantly living in autistic hell (they never stop barking and chewing up my stuff)

13. height? 5'4" (162.5cm) i'm so sorry to expose myself as Tiny i know i give off Tall Energy

14. favorite school subject? overall i'd say english but i've also thoroughly enjoyed a bunch of different courses i've taken in college like stage makeup, medieval and modern theatre, and all of my creative writing courses

15. dream job? i simply do not dream of labor but since i can only get a serotonin rush from buying clothes i don't need it would be pretty swaggy if i could be a published author or if i could work in the music industry somehow, perhaps at a radio station with my own radio show or even making my own music. i also deeply miss my job at the used bookstore i had during the worst summer of my life. something about being surrounded by books all day is so comforting.

tagging: @arunima @symptomofloves @discoidal @diabolicjoy @severrance and anyone else that wants to do this <33

[fruitflavor]

anyone want my curious family headcanons. yes you do come here. long post warning

VIDCUND

post-psp he becomes the estranged relative that fucks off and disappears. he comes back about 10 years later like… surprise 

in those 10 years i like to think he lived in some apartment in belladonna cove as a horticulturist or something to do with plants

his natural hair is dark brown due to recessive genes or however genetics work idk man

he started dying his hair blonde sometime before he started college to “reinvent himself” but oops! once a loser always a loser. also to fit in more with his family

besides circe and his brothers his only friend in school was the librarian. they were on first name basis

everything about his life is just profoundly Sad and Pathetic. look up the price is right losing horn sound effect his whole life can be summed up with that

his wardrobe is stuck in the 1970s and only wears warm tones

had a really close relationship with his mom. slight daddy issues

extreeeeme perfectionism. probably wont even do anything if he know the outcome isn’t going to turn out well

secretly jealous of his siblings for various reasons but will he ever admit that? fuck no

JENNY

jenny is actually just a nickname, her full name is genevieve! i feel it fits in more with how her other brothers are named 

also her green eyes are actually eye contacts, her natural eye color is brown. all the curiouses have shitty vision

was good friends with lyla grunt in high school

dropped out of college after finding out she was gonna have johnny

had him without the rest of the family knowing, they just assumed she was busy with her nursing degree and only had time to call instead of visit

her favorite song is our house (the one by graham nash) she hums it a lot!

oh trust me shes a huge fucking nerd just like the rest of her family. was very apparent when she was in school but after college you’d have to really get to know her to know that

puzzle enthusiast of all kinds. (crosswords, jigsaw, sudoku etc)

was the photographer/spread designer for the yearbook committee

adds a smiley face at the end of all her messages :-) just like me fr

PASCAL

he had a pet lizard that he got when he was 8. her name was eunice and he took her everywhere. to the dismay of literally everyone

his childhood dream? to become a mailman. 

sparkling water enjoyer…

most definitely becomes a pta parent when tycho starts going to school. also chaperones for all of his field trips

proud member of the neighborhood watch. which contains literally only 2 other people 

favorite genre of music is songs that sound like if you just spammed the auto predicted words on the keyboard over and over again (stuff is way by they might be giants, once in a lifetime by talking heads, yaknow)

in his free time hes always on some forums about obscure topics. sorry to say this but he’d probably be a redditor

somehow ended up on a gameshow once. didn’t win anything though. he thinks being on it is the crowning achievement of his lifetime 

his car looks like this 

LAZLO

his favorite movie is bill and ted’s excellent adventure (i promise my profile+pinned has no influence on this what do you mean guys hahahaah) and the other quintessential stoner movies 

because of his high cooking skill and scientist career, his career ends up being in the field of molecular gastronomy. food science, baby!

shared a room with vidcund before jenny moved out for college

oh in middle school he absolutely had that like, that gelled spiky porcupine looking hair that boys had in the 90s-early 2000s

i feel like he’d be the perpetrator of some in-universe version of an early 2000s meme in the same vein as none pizza with left beef or operation baja blast

speaking of baja blast. his favorite fast food chain is taco bell. 

favorite mode of transportation? rollerblading. 

collects novelty mugs

one of those guys that can solve a rubix cube in under 10 seconds

MISC

the smith family house is actually the curious family’s childhood home

they all have matching “C” middle names:  jenny celeste curious, pascal calliope curious, vidcund cecil curious, & lazlo caelum curious. vaguely space related except for cecil i just liked how it sounded

they’re mixed white/filipino from kitty and glarn respectively ;-)

okok this is a general headcanon but. i like to strangetown “takes place” in 2008, because my timeline is:

base game [2008] -> psp [2008-2009] -> strangerville [2018-2019]

anyways this is relevant because birthday headcanons! i havent come up with actual dates but... jenny (1968), chloe & lola (1972), pascal (1974), vidcund (1976), lazlo (1980)

yes chloe & lola are 3 years younger than jenny but i like to think aliens age really slowly so they still look like they’re young adults  

[dagasinfilo]

clona withdrawal making me have the fuckedest of silly yet unsettling dreams. the other day i dreamt something about the devil (?) being in a shoe box and not being sure how to handle it and deal with it because i think? you couldn’t turn your back on the box or it would getcha. so a friend of my first ex (very happy go lucky manlet who was wearing in the dream a long black coat and hat. kinda constantine meats noire detective vibes) shows up saying he’ll deal with it. immediately he gets got and then we have to kill him. or something? same night i dreamt a tiny lizard imprinted on me and when i go put him on a terrarium i find a huge ass octopus. for some reason i decide to put the octopus in the terrarium with the lizard, and they both start dying, somehow the lizard faster, so im like “oh shit they need water”. i put them first on a tupperware filled with water in which the octopus barely fits. then in some sort of indoor pool. the lizard dies anyway but the octopus doesn’t, and suddenly i discover the octopus is actually two octopi that were mating? there was also something about monkeys with blue eyes being corpses. like, if a monkey had blue eyes it’s cause it’s dead.

then last night i dreamt some friends gathered on the street in front of my moms house to play a video game on the computer (pc propped right there on the sidewalk, people gathered around like it’s no big deal). they were mixing drinks with unspecified booze that was coming out of a 7 foot tall johnson and johnson baby soap bottle. no one seemed to find this weird. “this baby soap?” “it’s booze” “but it’s in a baby soap bottle.” “uh yeah. and?” people looking at me like that one meme. end dream

[theinvisibledoodlewizard]

Had a crazy weird dream yesterday morning.

Was going to go to get biscuits for my family’s breakfast, at a nice little place with dad, but when I got up in the morning he said we’d go in about 30 minutes. So I went back to lie down for a little, then he’d get me up when he was ready to go.

It took me a while to go back to sleep, but when I did? Gosh I was confused.

The dream started with me waking up at noon, because I hadn’t set an alarm and I was worried dad would forget me I guess? So I got up and rushed into the hall, and the first hint I was dreaming started.

Lately the author of my dreams hasn’t been all that great, but won’t expect criticism at all! In this dream, when I rushed into the hall, it couldn’t decide what I was wearing. My pajamas, my baggy t-shirt and sweatpants that I wear around the house, or my nice t-shirt and jeans? It would glitch between all of them until I focused on it. When I really focused on it, it would stay on whatever I had stuck it on. But if I got distracted by talking to people, or looking at something else? It would go back to flashing between all the different outfits.

Rushing down the hall with my crazy flashing outfits, I found my family. Mom and dad arguing about something loudly at the end of the hall, so loudly I wondered how I hadn’t woke up earlier, and my sister (hi Mon!) in the bathroom hogging it. (Jab jab lol)

One quick tangent about Mon, my sister, in my dreams. She’s either an absolute boss, who made giant candles that worked like Roman candles/bazookas, because apparently she knew about the hillbilly ninjas that were gonna attack our grandpa’s house?! (Yes I actually had that dream. It was so stinkin cool. She let me shoot them.) Or she’s a mindless “yes-girl” who stands there with a pog-face for no reason, and agrees with everyone going on with a “that’s so keen!” kinda attitude. In this dream she was the second, even though I never saw the pog-face.

I got half way down the hall, and asked why no one had gotten me up. I was met with my parents glaring back at me for interrupting them. Then dad sighed and responded, “you were tired, so we decided to just let you sleep since we knew your order. Plus the cars broke down, so we had to call your uncle to come pick us up from his garbage route to run us by the biscuit place. So there’s no point in you going, you wouldn’t fit in the truck it only has two seats.”

…

Now there’s some truth and MANY flaws in reality in there. Yes I’m tired, BUT I STILL WANTED TO GO YA JERKS XD. Also my uncle doesn’t drive a garbage truck. But Dream Author™️ can’t take criticism, so we’re just excepting new information apparently. Including the fact my family now has no functional car?! Yes car trouble has been happening, it always does this time of year, welcome to older cars. But all at once!? With dad still driving to work a lot of days, having no car working is a VERY BIG PROBLEM! But apparently since I came into the conversation late, everyone else has already had this freak out, get with the program. We’re just excepting information here in Dream Author’s™️ world.

“Yeah!” chirps the bathroom door, aka my sister apparently. Just agreeing with the info dump of AAAAAAAA that was just given to me.

“O.. k? So what are y’all doing then?” I respond, trying to get my feet under me.

This was apparently the wrong question? Because my parents go back to they’re bickering, a bit calmer this time. My mom was trying to call in, so the food would be ready when dad got there, but they wouldn’t answer they’re phone.

“Chick-fil-A just won’t answer!” she stormed at him, while he rolled his eyes.

“… it’s Sunday?” I reminded her, “They’re closed. And the other place is probably closed since it’s noon and the stop around 10:30 or s-”

“I KNOW THAT!” she snapped, “Why do you think we’re calling Chick-fil-A?”

“Yeah!” piped up my little bathroom door sibling yet again.

Since we just except information here, I shrugged and decided I’d watch this unfold. Knowing full well I wasn’t getting biscuits today anymore, but hey might as well go for the ride.

Dad then notices a garbage truck pulling in our street, so he starts down to meet my uncle. Bickering with mom over his shoulder about “you’re sure you called the right place right?”

“Yes yes, it’s the one on Pine Street,” she tiredly said. (For context? I have no idea what, or where Pine Street is. Dream Author™️ is making keeping online safety easy. Just make up new names!)

“Why didn’t you call the one at [redacted]” replied dad in a huff. (I take back what I said)

Mom replied with some mumbling about how it was either on my uncle garbage route, or it was the one that she could reach. In other words she was just trying to make excuses. Which I didn’t here because I was having my mind dampened by Dream Author™️, because yes, Pine Street is definitely a place I know of, it’s totally doxxing me. Disregard anything in the parentheses earlier./sar

“Which one did you call on Pine Street?” dad asked, defeated by her unwillingness to just pick the store close to our house, “The close one right? Not the one 35 miles away?”

APPARENTLY PINE STREET IS AN INTERSTATE NOW!? WE JUST EXCEPT INFORMATION HERE I GUESS! Yeah I’m definitely not getting biscuits today, and it’s all I can do to keep from laughing now. I just plan to grab cereal once dad leaves.

Mom looks like she’s been hit, or that she’s a deer in headlights and is about to get hit. Which confirms dad’s suspicions about his breakfast being 35 whole miles away. And in something that isn’t realistic at all, not that I care I’m trying not to giggle and get two angry adults targeted on me, he sighs and goes downstairs to meet my uncle. Cause it’s still on my uncle’s route I guess so might as well!? The leaps in logic, I can’t. Oh excuse me! This perfectly crafted story! Who would dare question it! What wonderful writing!

Me and mom walk over to the front door, to wave goodbye to dad. Out of spite in my mother’s case I believe, but I’m not sure, because she’s suddenly in a happier mood. I’m also solidly in my house clothes, which I “changed into a second ago.” When? I don’t know. We except information here.

Outside, my uncle’s car is now suffering Dream Author’s™️ indecision. His bright red garbage truck with no text, flashes to the car I know he actually has and back. Yet again debunking the fact I couldn’t go with them. But then it flashes back again and again and again, because my attention went to the yard.

In reality, we’re just coming out of winter. Some weeds are waking up and green, but they’re small, and the real grass is still very much dormant. I should still probably cut it soon to stun the weeds. But in my dream? There were random patches of knee high weeds, with strange yellow flowers and tiny stems, the grass still dead. AND I KNEW ABOUT REALITY! So last night I went to bed and the yard was fine, I wake up to small foot square patches of knee high jungle all over the yard.

As my mother and I waved to my dad and uncle driving away in the strange vehicle that changed mass and shape by the half second, she commented that I should cut the grass very soon. And I start to worry that she will make me do that before I get by breakfast, since she is changing moods and is acting so out of character and erratic.

Thankfully my real dad saves me, by waking me up just then. It’s been around 45 minutes instead of the 30, and he’s wondering if I still want to go.

Rolling over, I blink a couple times to collect my thoughts. Then I remember we do has functional cars, and we don’t have to go 35 miles to a place that isn’t even open. So I tell him I’ll be there in a minute.

[plantwithoutplot]

Well, I can't share my thesis bc it would be too long, but I can share the bullets points about Howl's Moving Castle if you want, @aeligsido ? 👀✨

Just don't mind the typos, I'm too lazy to reread it ( ˊᵕˋ； )

Summed up gender study of Howl's Moving Castle:

1) The movies places the female characters in positions of power, usually held by male characters

The female characters have financial independency (sophie has her own shop, which she, as the eldest, INHERITED FROM HER FATHER - something that usualy only men are allowed to). + while everyone is fantasizing over howl, she merely glances at the castle and focuses on her work

her sister works as well and is the one emcouraging her to keep her emotional independency, for howl is rumoured to stealhearts (aka ruin women). She encourages her to follow her own dreams as well, instead of only perpetuating a man's (their father's) dream.

another female character with a "man's" work is sulliman. She is the Mentor figure of the ML, AND the right hand man of the king, giving kore orders than him too. HER will rules that of two of the strongest male characters in that world. Even at the end of the movie when she learns through the dog what hapoened, SHE is the one calling the ear ofd. Not the king. Sulliman. MOREOVER she is the figure of a Cardinal: red dress, scepter, a choir of young, blond boys dressed in white under her order/training??? Absolute Father Figure in catholicism.

the witch of waster may not have political power but she is FAR from being powerless. She is SO STRONG AND INDEPENDANT that Sullivan herself felt the need to take her powers away. And while she is the stereotype of the evil witch, she is also its opposite: she is based on a MALE evilness. She is greedy, not just for authority or power but for men, whom she wants to OWN and DEVOUR. This reminds us more of the WOLF in kids' stories than of the evil witch.

Final argument for this part: can't talk abt the evil witch without the stereotyoe of the White Knight in his shining armor... Who is, in NO WAY, Howl. Sophie is the knight. Sophie, supposedly the damsel in distress (cursed by the jealous evil witch, needing help, seemjngly powerless), is the one who will be taking the decisions throighout the movie. She decides on where to go, what to do, what to clean and eat and wash and wear. She goes off to face sulliman while howl hides same when she goes back into the darkness and the apst. same when SHE sacrifices something to calcifer to keep everyone else safe. Plus: howl does NOT save her from the curse. she does that herself, by going through the quest she has been set on. Despite having no magic, she is the one who breaks one curse after the other, by understanding their root, and thanks to the sheer love (romantic or not) she is willing to give others while also taking on their burdens to help them get back up again.

2) The male characters tend to adopt "female" stereotypical behavior/roles, mostly by attempting to fit the image/role others give them

The king's palace is called KINGSbury. Literally he is a dead figure, a ghost at best, who isnt even NAMED in the movie.

The young boys are all shaped the same way. Kinda like choir boys, like a male presenting barbie. Gotta be cute and small and wear white and pure and innocent and blond and smiling 24/7. The ONE boy we see who is an adult is the one escorting Sophie's mom after her betrayal, and he too, looks similar to those boys, with his jniform and blond air and fake smile. They are v similar to the wotch of waste's dark puppets: shaped similarly, made to obey, and produced easily enough to be replaced constantly.

Howl embodies "feminine" behaviors. A people pleaser, obsessed with beingoretty and perfect and matching exactly the way people expect to perceive him, giving his heart up bc it feels like a weakness/flaw, too sensitive to protect himself when troible arise, trying to appeal to older women even if they scare him (witch of waste)

Sophie cant understand this obsession with beauty bc she never matched those characteristics... Jnlike her sister. Blond. dressed in pink. Like the other girls in the background. Like HOWL.

By constantly attempting to reach the older women's expectations, he becomes more and more monstruous, losing himself throughout the years (the same way girls are encouraged their whole life to appeal and please older men till they forget their own desires/wishes, before being blamed for it amd the superficiality of it all)

Final point: marco. The lil boy tries SO. HARD. to be the "man of the house". To compensate for the male presence he is told lacks in his house, and to grow into a "strong man" like society expects him to. He looks like the stereotype of the youngest son having to be the man of the house when the father is gone, even though he is a mere kid.

Howl's Moving Castle seen as a Road Movie (it is a very far fetched analysis):

The English translation of the title itself; Howl's Moving Castle. In French, "Ambulant" already made it clear that the castle is wandering around, butnot because it's trying to reach a destination. Having the verb to move in the English translation (closer to the original Japanese title) immediately gives the castle the image of a machine, rather than the personification of the castle implied by Ambulant, as used in the French title.

Howl's very name, for that matter, also starts the question of perception and perspective that is pregnant in this movie (mostly through his character). In English, to howl can be either a cry of pain or a loud laugh, it all depends on the context and the perception one has of it, a question of perspective. In Japanese, the name Howl used here is Hauru, which can be written with different sets of Kanji. What's interesting is that one of the ways it can be written is thanks to the Kanjis for "Motion" ("動") and "Castle" ("城"), making the very name of Hauru reflect the core point and thematic of the movie, as well as giving cue on his constantly fleeing behavior.

The Castle is shown right from the beginning of the movie, appearing as a fleeting, moving point on the horizon, vanishing from sight and into the fog. It never truly settles anywhere, roaming in what appears to be an aimless way.

Later on, we learn that it also gives the illusion of ubiquity. The front door opens to four different places at once, while never truly being in any of those places (as we see when soldiers try to break in and only find the building empty). It's, obviously, due to the fact that the Castle is constantly moving – it is perceived differently depending on who observes it, in a way that matches the reality they believe in. But in the end, the Castle is a mirage (made of fog instead of the heat in the desert) that cannot be reached nor grasped by any Man.

This capacity of ubiquity is linked to Howl himself; he is part of multiple military systems at once, working for everyone and no one at the same time. He seems to be a node in a centralized (or even decentralized) system, since he's a soldier receiving orders from the different higher-ups he works for.

However, his loyalty lies elsewhere – he works for both camps, and ends up receiving information from both sides of the war, like a node in a distributed system, which would always manage to get the information and act upon it even if one connection failed, since he can rely on another one.

This distributed system also serves well to explain the way the war works in this movie: soldiers, dehumanized and transformed into killing machines, are all nodes that shall accomplish the same goal. Were one of them to fail, it wouldn't matter, since another would take on the job. It's a type of network that differs from the wars that took place before the 20th century, a network that puts emphasis on how fast the enemy can be annihilated and on how it shall reshape the very topography of the land, smoothing it to dust. ((Something which is highly linked to the aftermath of WWII in Japan, after the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, two points left on the map with the sole purpose of trying to push through the frontier of mass destruction weapons experienced so far. Neither cities were military bases nor strategic points to strike; the whole experience happened to show that those new weapons could strike faster and "better", getting closer to "perfection", as it showed that this weapon could clean a whole area of organic life with an unmatched speed.))

This question of perfection sought by the army makes even more sense when you try and study how they're trying to reach it. The soldiers – be it the black, slimy monsters, or the young boys shown at the palace – are all smoothed to perfection. The black slime soldiers are shown as mere puppets; they were deprived of their humanity (but not of their flesh) and smoothed to a shape that shows less resistance in terms of movements. They can sneak anywhere, at a faster pace, and are not restrained by their newfound form. Little by little, they're being completely assimilated to a form of weapon rather than to soldiers. They're a means to the end, that will show enough autonomy to accomplish its goals and orders.

In and out of itself, they are "perfect" soldiers because they became replaceable pawns on a (chess) grid; their identity doesn't matter, as what gives them sense is the speed at which they can strike and move. On the other side, we have the perfect soldiers who obey Suliman, the king's head sorceress. Those young boys were all smoothed to have the very same appearance ; looking like clones, dressed in white and obeying her the way faithful angels obey God (after all, angels are first and foremost soldiers).

Yet, one of those soldiers turned out different, more monstrous yet the one closest to that perfection that was sought after; Howl.

What makes him different from the other boys? His actual lack of heart. Where other boys raised by Suliman can only aspire to reach perfection/transfiguration, Howl can come even closer to it since he left what makes him human (the most central part of his organic being) behind.

Moreover, he gave his heart to Calcifer – a falling star. This character cannot NOT be compared to Lucifer, another light that fell from the sky, chased away from God's side the same way Man was from the Garden of Eden. Still, Lucifer was an Angel, a being of divine perfection. Here, Howl breaks free from his human condition (restraints) by giving his heart to Calcifer, while Calcifer becomes the core to his moving castle, a flame fueled by organic matter (the heart here being the main combustible of this source of light and movement).

This is also why, all throughout the movie, Howl is constantly seen as moving. He's wandering around, walking, entering and exiting places – but there's no destination in sight. He is moving around and when he does settle down for a while, it's in an ever-moving castle.

By the end of the movie, when Sophie gives him back his heart, Howl says that he feels heavier – by recovering his human heart, he's weighed down again, whereas Calcifer is freed from this burden and recovers his weightless characteristic, which allows him to turn back into a light free of any restraint, turning back into pure speed. Then, Howl does settle in one place with Sophie, but the Castle (not fueled/weighed down by his human heart anymore) keeps on moving and elevates. The frontier here was the land itself, it was stuck to the floor, but now that the machine is unburdened from its human flaw, it can move smoothly past this frontier and into the sky, where there is no resistance, no obstacle, no topography restraining its path.

Where Howl tends to embody (quite literally) the theme of space and movement, Sophie appears to make the link between space and time, as well as how it all depends on the perspective/perception you have of it.

Both Sophie and the Witch of Waste end up under the same curse: they will appear (be perceived as) their 'true' age. For the Witch of Waste, the curse literally breaks the illusion she had cast upon herself and reveals how old she actually is when she enters the King's castle. For Sophie it's more figurative; her actual appearance was the deceiving one ― she never behaved like a young, 18 year old lady, but as an old woman. The question of Time takes its full sense here, as time is a relative notion, bending to the way it is perceived and experienced by people.

Sophie's curse will come undone because she will be moving forward. Her Time starts moving again, like a clock's hand, even though it will reverse the toll her body had taken over the "years". By moving forward through Space (searching for the Moving Castle, walking all the way to the King's palace while Howl is fleeing it, etc.), her body moves backward in time.

It all comes even more obvious in one of the penultimate scenes of the movie, as she searches for Howl. On the threshold of a door that opens up to absolute darkness, with no horizon nor road in sight, Sophie finds the way by accepting that she has to keep on MOVING. She walks through the dark and, instead of a VANISHING POINT, she stumbles about a point of LIGHT. The sole action of moving, of pushing this frontier further and further away, made her move back in time and allowed her to find the root of both hers and Howl's curse. (Moreover, the fact that she falls back into darkness and appears back to her starting point makes it seem like she picked a path similar to a Möbius strip. Time is not a perfectly straight line punctuated by points, but a complex notion; to move/travel back in time, one would need to cross over the frontier of light speed – something Sophie managed to do in the darkest of places, as if walking through a black hole. After all, all lines and roads seem straight when you wander them, and appear distorted and curved once they're put into perspective).

Finally, the question of perspective/perception is stressed out thanks to Sophie, and to her relation to/with Howl. At first, she sees him the way he was made/raised to be seen (perfect soldier/beautiful angel). Then she understands, by pushing against his walls and carefully made barriers (frontiers), that he is far from perfect. What she learns is that he is obsessed with the idea of BEAUTY , which can only be linked to the notion of PERFECTION (for example when Sophie messes with his products and, therefore, messes with his perfect hair. after that scene, Howl gives up on his past haircut, and his black/raven hair reflects more who he is than the bleached, platinum hair he was forced to have before).

Every time she pushes the frontier further away, she discovers more about who Howl is, rather than who he is perceived as. He's a coward (constantly fleeing Suliman, the Witch of Waste, as well as his responsibility, which explains why he is constantly in motion) as well as a monster (he befell the sin of hubris, trying to reach divine perfection to the point of giving up his heart, yet it also deprived him from the light he carried, and is now cursed to take more and more the shape of the giant crow he shapeshifts into for battles; crows being birds that do NOT settle and are seen as messengers between worlds, moving with no restraints while still being related to symbols of doom).

Sophie, who moves forward in space and back in time, is the one capable of perceiving the truth of the reality (not only with Howl, she also sees through Suliman and the Witch of Waste) and the one capable of freeing them from the curses that made most characters unable to be seen for who they were, most of them having been condemned to hide behind fake appearances akin to mirages, in order to fit with the perfect truth required so far (or believed to be required), their humanity disappearing for the sake of smoothing the movement of the gears running this war-torn world.

If you read this far, you deserve a cookie 🍪🍪🍪

Hi you've mention before you had to study fanfiction in college and had to write two essays on Howl's Moving Castle, if it's not to personal, can you tell us what did you study in college?

Hey!! No problem at all, I loved my studies in university so it's always a pleasure to talk about it 👐

I have a Double Degree in French Modern Literature & English literature (+ culture/some history, but mostly focused on the UK and US), as well as a Master Degree in Fiction (studied most of its forms + how it is produced in an industrial world like ours, through creative and more theoretical classes, though my focus was more on literature/tv shows/movies/video games) (*´▽`*)❀

About the fan fiction thing, well, I've had three thesis to write during my last 3 years of college?

1) A 25 pages only thesis where I attempted to understand how Fan Fiction might be a renewal of the XIXth's Roman Feuilleton (serial literature that appeared thanks to the industrialization and that was published weekly/monthly in popular journals, think of Dickens, Victor Hugo, etc)

2) A 50 pages only thesis about Fan Fiction as an obscure genre in the literary world, where I question not why or who creates fan fictions (something that has already been studied for 30 years) but HOW. Whichs means questions how people write? How do they select what to write about? How do so many communities can identify a fic's content in one glance through its tags, even when they are quite obscure? What about the story structures of fan fictions? Why the repetitiveness? For what purpose? So... Yeah. 50 pages of picking literary analysis techniques we already have to study fan fiction as a genre, the same way we do we literally any other genre, with one less theorical part by analysis an actual fan fiction

3) A 50 pages only thesis about a creative project + 50 pages of presemtation of the project itself. I am... A huge horror fan, ok? SO as a creator who also loves fantastic and fantasy I wondered about something. Would it be possible to create AND make last a possible world based/centered around the horror genre? You know how in fantasy you explore a world where EVERYTHING is a consequence of the magic/fantasy elements? Ehat if we did that with horror? Where EVERYTHING, at its core, is a product of the horror genre? Where everything, everyone, every element of the universe is out to get you ― how do you survive? CAN you do more than just survive in such a world? Can it expand and keep growing through fan headcanons and ideas and grow more and more, like fantasy's possible worlds do??

Okay that was already a lot, congrats if you read so far 🫡🫡

About Howl's Moving Castle!

During my 3rd year in university, I had a class about Gender Studies and we had to pick a Ghibli movie to study and analyze. I picked Howl's Moving Castle, and tried to explain how the movie reverses gender expectations through the use of stereotypical fairy tales tropes.

Then during my 5th year in university, I had a class on Road Movies. Don't ask me why but my high-off-of-allergy-meds ass had a weird af epiphany and picked this movie.

The first essay is in french but i recently summed its main points for @newbieineverything so I can share it if you want! And the second essay was in english so I do have the whole thing, or just the bullet points if you'd rather have a summed up version 🤔🤔

If you want more info on those, don't hesitate to say it in comments/reblogs/dm and I will share it on the post! ٩(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)و🪇

[morwap]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐁𝐎𝐘

➸ vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

➸ STRANGER THINGS S4 V1&2 SPOILERS

➸ smut, angst | A/N: i don’t know much about dnd or kas, but this is based off kas theory BUT do not come at me for not getting the kas shit right or whatever bc this is my own version and y’all are gonna get what you get and DONT throw a fit😋🫶 also vecna earthquake has happened but the upside down is slowly leaking into hawkins its not rapid like the end of season 4 anyways hot horny vamp!eddie

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dom!eddie, sub!reader, p in v, “character death”, depression, blood/blood sucking, biting (eddie cant turn you bc i said so), oral f! & m!receiving , praise, pain kink,, “cunt”, pet names, choking, creampie

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four months, four fucking months of sleeping with eddies extra hellfire shirt and wearing his pick necklace constantly.

hawkins school had simply passed everyone, you graduated officially without eddie and without a celebration since everyone was helping gather things and rebuild things from the earthquake. just the piece of paper that meant fucking nothing to you while you knew this was what eddie was working so hard for, all this year, wanting to graduate with you, by your side.

you couldnt even look in wayne’s direction at first, knowing he loved eddie just as much then you figured it was better to comfort him and honestly you were surprised when you went to talk to him and all he did was hug you, squeezing the breath out of you and sobbing into your shoulder. you heard him mumbled that he had some things he wanted you to have.

at this point your tears had ran out, feeling like you couldn’t cry anymore and it was just numb. not bothering to get out of bed or even answer the phone when steve, nancy or dustin tried to call, the only thing you could do was close your eyes and replay that terrible day.

the way eddie kissed your forehead before ushering you up the makeshift rope before cutting it, the way you and dustin both screamed for him to not do this. tears streaming down your face as you watched him run out the trailer. your shoulder still gets some pain from you landed on the ground without the crash pad, chasing after him with dustin close behind. both of you screaming eddies name then seeing the swarm of demobats.

chest burning and shoulder in pain as you ran as fast as you could to him, seeing the demobats fall to the ground and not even knowing what happened for them to do that unless they had gotten to vecna but that couldnt even cross your mind at that point. literally no one crossed your mind other than eddie.

getting onto the ground immediately, scuffing up your knees as you did so. dustin was at your side almost immediately. crying and trying to get eddie’s head in your lap without hurting him.

the rest was a blur, you remembered him talking and you responding while it felt like your hearing had gone muffled.

you remembered having to leave him there, dustin tell you that you both needed to go and that they did it but something else happened, something bad. dustin basically had to drag you to the trailer to leave and regroup with steve, nancy and robin.

steve tried to comfort you but nancy had stopped him, shaking her head ‘no’ and telling him to try later.

you forced yourself to help gather things for the things they were doing for people that need help from the earthquake. knowing if eddie was here he would want to help and would want you to help.

when steve saw you dropping things off he asked you to follow him to his car, needing to give you something.

almost breaking down in tears as he got out eddies vest from his trunk, giving it to you and hugging you.

since then you’ve barely left the house, either sleeping all day and night or staying up all hours and fighting sleep since sometimes you’d dream of him. sitting in the shower for hours until your mom was knocking at the door and asking “are you okay in there?” and still denying phone calls. you havent even seen max at the hospital yet, which made you upset and curse yourself for being a bad friends but it was dreadful to even think about leaving your house.

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you moved around in your bed, flipping from one side to the other. you had been trying to sleep for hours now, finding yourself not tired at all once your head hit your pillow. it was well past 12 am and your mother had gone to your aunts house to help her do somethings which left you alone in the house.

something felt off, knowing no one was in the house but you still felt like you were being watched. you clicked on your lamp before sitting up in your bed, pulling the blanket off you and putting your feet on the cold hard wood.

shivering as you looked around your room, expecting something to be there but, it was empty. getting up and heading out if your room, going all the way down to your kitchen slowly.

you took a look around, the feeling of being watched never left you—if anything it felt like it was getting more intense. you grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and a spoon and sat at your dinning table.

eating the yogurt quickly, wanting to be back up in your room as fast as you could and be surrounded by the comfort of your blanket and probably now cold sheets. you tossed the empty yogurt cup into the trash by the back door, taking a peek through the thin curtain that dangled in front of the small square window.

almost expecting something to be looking back at you or at least just something be there but, there was nothing, just pitch black and a lonely street light that flickered like crazy and barely casted any light. sniffling as you moved the curtain back to how it was before and tossing the spoon into the sink, cringing the loud clinking it made against the side of the sink and a glass cup.

you went back to the door and made sure the door was locked, thankfully it was and then going to the front door and checking it as well.

a little squeak came from upstairs, furrowing your brows, you had never thought of the windows or maybe it was just the house settling and if anything it would be dustin or steve and robin just checking up on you or something…right?

calming yourself down and starting to walk up the stairs, you didn’t hear any talking if it was steve and robin so you ruled out the noise being your friends because even dustin would talk to himself if it was him.

your nerves settled when you saw no one in your room, and you came to the conclusion that it was most likely the house settling. getting back into bed and pulling your blanket over you, it was colder than you remember.

you turned and took in a shaky breath, your window was open, fully open and the curtains you had were blowing in the wind. shooting up in your bed and scrambling to your window to shut it.

slamming it down and moving the lock, hearing another noise as you laid back down and pulled your blanket over your head. squeezing your eyes shut as you heard another noise, now it dawned on you that if something did come in you had shut and locked and exit point.

feeling the mattress dip next to you, hoping whatever it was would just go away. a hand pressed against your thigh.

“i didn’t mean to scare you princess”

your breathing stopped, it sounded like eddie. exactly like eddie.

the blanket was slowly being taken off you, you forced yourself to open your eyes and look at whatever was speaking to you.

it was eddie but something was off.

your lamp gave a decent amount of light, enough that you could see him. your eyes looking into his, his brown eyes now had a red tint to them and his skin was more pale.

“eddie?” you asked in a choked whisper.

eddie’s red stained lips curved into a smile, you looked at his teeth and furrowed your brows. were those fangs?

“the one and only” eddie quipped, he watched as your eyes became glossy.

you wrapped your arms around him quickly making him gasp a bit from the sudden movements. your face in his neck and hands fisting his leather jacket.

“m’sorry! m’so sorry, i didn’t wanna leave you there” you cried, gripping onto him tighter as his hand came to rub your back and he hushed you in soft voice.

eddie took in your scent, god you smelled good. it was overwhelming and made him go fuzzy.

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, all that matters is that i’m right here” eddie whispered, pulling you from him and taking his thumbs and wiping the tears from your cheeks and under eyes.

eddie brought his lips to yours, a soft kiss at first but quickly turning rough, your arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth. his body pushing your back down to your mattress and moving between your thighs.

“i missed you so much baby” eddie mumbled into the kiss, you whined against him as if saying you missed him too.

you gripped at his leather jacket, trying to push it off him and eddie helped take it off. tossing it onto your bedroom floor, you noticed his shirt wasn’t his hellfire shirt instead it was just a black tshirt.

your hands went to his hair, you could feel him grow hard against you. eddie lifted up, yanking off his tshirt and tossing it beside his jacket, your eyes locked on the faded scars on his sides. eddie leaned back down and kissing you softly before moving down to your chest.

kissing your skin and moving down lower and lower, lifting your shirt so he could kiss down your stomach. you left a bit embarrassed that you were horny just when your boyfriend comes and you should be doing something wholesome and probably crying more but eddie seemed like he wanted this just as much as you did.

you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, eddie was already at the elastic of your shorts.

“eddie i want you-” you whined, sitting up on your elbows and looking down at him.

“and you’ll get me, i’m gonna taste you first. its been too long” eddie said sternly, cutting off your whining. he looked up at you and you couldn’t help but wonder about the red eyes.

the red eyes, pale and fucking fangs…god you would sound fucking crazy if you said it out loud, actually maybe you wouldn’t just four months ago you were in a different dimension fighting a demobats and vecna and hearing all the stories about some girl eleven and robin, steve, dustin and erica’s starcourt shit so maybe a vampire wasn’t something too out of the ordinary.

your shorts were being slipped off of you, along with your panties. his lips on your inner thigh, leaving sloppy kisses along your thigh.

“this might hurt a little bit” eddie muttered against your thigh. you bit your lip and took a deep breath, this wasn’t the first time you two had done things with pain involved but you were a little nervous.

you felt his teeth against your skin, feeling fangs start to puncture your skin. your hands fisted your sheets and your eyes squeezed shut. a soft moan slipped from your lips.

eddie let go of your thigh, licking the blood that leaked form the puncture wounds and humming in delight.

“tastes so fuckin’ good” eddie groaned, moving to your other thigh and biting again. you let out a whimper and your hand moved to his hair.

it felt good in a odd way. you hummed as he licked up the mess he was making and a gasp came as his tongue went from your thigh to your cunt.

eddie licked a stripe up your cunt before pushing tongue through your folds, one of his hand moving up to your boob.

his tongue lapping at your clit, you fought the urge to close your legs around his head.

“just like that eds” you mewled, back arching as he sucked and licked your clit. eddies fingers played with your nipple.

it was embarrassing how close you were already, but not having him or even masturbating was too blame.

“m’gonna cum, m’gonna fucking cum eddie” you moaned loudly, your legs closing around his head. your cunt clenching around nothing and you rocked your hips on his face. hearing him hum as he continued what he was doing.

your mouth stayed agape as you came, gripping his hair and trying to get him closer. moans fell from you as your rode out your high.

“off, off, its your turn” you panted, looking down at him as a he wiped his mouth the back of his hand. you pushed yourself up as he got up and off your bed.

eddie started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants and getting them off as fast as he can, your lips went to his neck, sucking on his skin hoping to leave as many marks as you could.

you kissed down his body till you got to his cock, taking his shaft in your hand as you licking up to his tip.

“oh fuck, it has been too long, no wonder you came so fast” eddie teased, you smacked his thigh with your free hand causing eddie to laugh.

wrapping your lips around his tip and moving your tongue on him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on his tip before taking him all the way in your mouth.

hearing eddie groan, his head going back as his hand went to the back of your head.

moving your mouth up and down on his cock, taking him to the back of your throat and fighting the urge to gag.

fuck you missed his cock in your mouth, your cunt was getting wetter and wetter by the second and you were waiting for him to start fucking your throat.

it was almost like he started reading your mind because, his hand held your head still and he started to thrust into your mouth. the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over.

you looked up at him and he moaned loudly, cussing under his breath. you breathed through your nose and let him fuck your mouth.

“doin’ so fucking good f’me baby, so proud of you” eddie praised, spit dripped down your chin as you hummed around his cock.

“just breath baby, almost there then im gonna fill your fucking cunt” eddie said in a breathy moan, feeling eddies cock throb in your mouth. you moved your hand to his balls, massaging them and letting your eyes close.

after a few minutes eddie stilled, his cock down your throat as you breathed and waited for his cum to shoot down.

cumming into your mouth as his thighs tensed, you swallowed around him and opened your eyes to look up at him.

eddie’s hair was messy, bangs sticking to his forehead. he pulled his cock out of your mouth, his thumb wiping spit from your chin.

“perfect fucking cock sucker” eddie whispered, grabbing your jaw and bringing his mouth to yours.

your thighs we’re sore and you whimpered into the kiss, eddie guided you to lay down and he hovered over you. you wrapped your legs around his waist and winced at the contact on the wounds.

eddie’s hard on pressed against your stomach, “please eddie” you begged in the kiss.

eddie broke the kiss and leaned back, “only because you asked so nicely” he teased. eddie slid himself between your folds, making sure to graze your clit over and over before bringing his tip to your entrance.

you moaned as he pushed into you, stretching you out just like you remembered. eddie was moaning too, relishing in how you clenched around him.

“fuck, you’re so tight” eddie mewled, finally all the way inside you and watching you squirm underneath him.

eddie’s head rested in the crook of your neck as he started to thrust in and out of you, making sure to brush against your clit with his pubic bone. your nails dug into his back, clawing it up without any thought.

you felt eddie’s fangs brush against your neck, feeling his tongue lick where he was about to bite as you prepared yourself for the pain that was about to come.

a squeak came from you, your nails digging deeper into his skin and cunt squeezing him cock as he bit into your neck, hearing him moan as his fangs were in your neck. eddie’s pace never slowed, it was actually gradually getting faster.

“you feel so good” you whimpered, eddie let go of your neck, licking up the blood that poured out.

eddie’s hand grabbed your throat, squeezing a bit as you moaned loudly. eddie was panting loudly.

“i love you” you choked out, one hand leaving his back to grip his wrist. your cunt clenched around him, spasming as you got closer and closer to your climax.

“i love you so much” eddie groaned, feeling that you were close.

“cum- i know you’re close, fucking cum for me” eddie ordered, his hips hitting harshly against you. your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on cumming.

your legs tightened around his waist and your mouth made an o shape, your brows furrowing together as you came around his cock, ragged breaths and moans coming from you as he continued to pound your cunt.

eddie’s hand still around your throat tightening as your orgasm triggered his, your cunt squeezing him so tight it made it hard to keep thrusting.

his cum painting your walls, after a few thrusts, his hand easing around your neck as you took in deep breaths.

both of you panting and resting against each other. you rubbed his back trying to ease the scratches, if he could even feel them.

eddie pulled out of you and got up, he grabbed his shirt and came back to clean you up. you smiled at him.

after you both were cleaned up enough eddie threw his shirt back to the ground and crawled in bed with you.

eddie laid on his back and pulled you to him, snuggling into his side and holding him tight. you weren’t gonna let him go anywhere.

“i missed you so much” you mumbled into his side, closing your eyes and tangling your legs with his. eddie’s finger was drawing shapes on your skin, he smiled and mumbled “i know, i missed you too..”

[lovinbarzal]

PERFECT | J. HUGHES

jack hughes x fem! zegras sister! reader

summary: in which jack and y/n break the only rule that trevor gave them.

a/n i love hockey. and the players. also ava doesn't exsist in this </3 sorry ava ily i swear!

masterlist part two

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I found a love, for me. Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

"Jack's gonna be here so I need you to be gone." Trevor blurted. The three Zegras siblings were watching a movie in their living room.

"What the hell?" The girl exclaimed.

"I can't have you here, you're so embarrassing!" Trevor was quick to defend himself but was doing a shit job at it.

"Trevor, I live here. Where the hell would I go, you stupid fuckhead?" Y/n looked to her twin brother with her arms crossed.

"Anywhere but here." Trevor shrugged.

"Trev, you can't kick her out." Griffin stated making Trevor let out a groan. He, as well as Y/n, knew better than to argue with Griffin.

"Fine but you better not make goo-goo eyes at him." He turned to Y/n, "I'm serious."

Y/n scoffed before they all turned their focus back to the movie. What the hell was supposed to be so special about this Jack?

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

"I'm apologizing in advanced for my weird-ass sister." Trevor turned to Jack. The two teenage boys sat in the back of the 'Zegras Mobile'.

"Trevor Zegras, do not call your sister weird and don't say ass." His Mom scolded.

He held his hands up in defeat before turning back to Jack.

"And if you don't find her weird, you can't have her. She is off-limits to my friends." He said as Jack nodded.

"Trust me, Trev. This week is supposed to be about us not about your sister." Jack reassured.

"Good but I'm still serious. Do not fall for my sister." Trevor said seriously before Wildest Dreams came on. Trevor sang along...loudly.

If Trevor was weird like this than his TWIN sister would have to be way worse? Right? Jack thought to himself.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Y/n rubbed the sleep from her eys as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing one of Griffin's old shirts that fit oversized as well as a pair of Trevor's pj pants.

She didn't notice the extra boy sitting at the table until she went to sit in her spot that had been taken by the mysterious boy.

The two made eye contact and it was almost instantly that they felt something. The moment was quickly interrupted by Trevor.

"Jack meet my gross and weird sister, Y/n. Y/n/n meet Jack." Trevor introduced as he poured himself more cereal.

"Hi." Jack said as Y/n stood awkwardly.

"Are you just gonna stand there like a loser all day or...?" Trevor questioned with a mouth full of cereal in his mouth.

"He's in my spot." The girl said looking at Trevor in disgust.

"Go sit next to Griffin." Trevor dismissed.

"Oh no. I can move." Jack said trying to move from his spot.

"No!" She exclaimed a little too loud, "I mean, it's ok. I can just go eat my breakfast in the living room."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before stealing the box of Fruit Loops from in front of Trevor. Who tried to snatch them back only to be to slow. Jack watched the whole thing go down but he kept his gaze on her.

Maybe not falling for his brother's sister was gonna be harder than he thought.

But darling, just kiss me slow. Your heart is all I own and in your eyes, you're holding mine

Y/n was currently in the living room watching TV when Jack came in to the room.

"Hi." He breathed out with a smile which she returned.

"Hey. Uh, where's Trevor?" She looked up at him from the couch.

"He's taking a shower and I got bored in his room." Jack answered honestly. Trevor was showering and he was bored but he was also hyping himself up to make a move. He told Trevor and himself that he wouldn't but his stay was coming to an end and he needed to get it off his chest.

The two stayed silent. Not an awkward silence but more of a who was gonna make the first move silence. It was Jack.

"Look, I'm gonna be honest. You're so beautiful and perfect. I've only known you like 6 days but they've been the 6 days of my life just because you've been in them. I know Trevor told me and probably you that we weren't supposed to fall for each other but what the hel-" He was cut off by Y/n standing from the couch and placing her lips on his.

I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person and she looks perfect

She looked perfect was the only thing going through his head when they pulled away.

"I like you too." She said with a sly smile before yet another moment was interrupted by the one and only, Trevor.

"Jack?" Trevor called from up the stairs. The two stood with wide eyes as they were brought back into reality.

They kissed. How were they gonna tell Trevor? They won't right?

They can't.

[arcsin27]

Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!