#and went duh. mutual aid.

[clonerightsagenda]

Being involved in a local mutual aid group for the last year and a half has definitely impacted the angle space archives has been veering toward

[azuremist]

Okay, so here’s what happened earlier today for the sake of transparency:

Earlier, I made a post about one of the trans victims from the recent shooting and included the phrase ‘rest in power’. I’d heard that it originated from black people, so I had asked my black friend, and they said that it was for anyone who died from systematic injustice, so I posted it.

A few days pass and I get an ask from N (calling this person N for simplicity and anonymity) saying “hey this term is for black people.” I noted that N said in their bio that they were mixed race (both of which were not black), so I replied basically saying, “My black friend said that it’s for anyone who died from systematic injustice, I think I should listen to an actual black person on this.” My thought was that, if I got any asks from a black person with this concern, I would change it immediately.

N posted this answer to the ask without censoring my name (and even tagged me) and was like, “I disagree with this. Black people what do you think?”

So I was like “oh FUHUUUUCK NO” because I’m sure y’all know I have an extensive history with harassment online. So I changed my post and was like “uhh hey I changed my post so can you delete this? I feel like you made this mostly to put me on blast and I don’t feel like being harassed today honestly”.

N said that they weren’t harassing me (which I didn’t mean to claim, my fault for not being clear enough), and they removed all mentions of me from the post, which would have been a perfect compromise if there wasn’t someone in the notes of the post already @-ing me.

Also, N claimed that the post wasn’t rebloggable, so I made a sideblog to reblog it to prove that it was. Which this person took as me “being so mad” at them that I made a sideblog. (Also, someone in the notes of the original post (the one who was @-ing me) was like, “You making a sideblog to reblog one (1) post is HARASSING this person!” which…. Harassment happens over a period of time, it’s not one reblogged post to prove that a post can be reblogged, I didn’t rlly understand that)

So at this point, I DMed N to be like, “Hey, I changed the post like you wanted, and I’m really scared and have a history of harassment, could you pretty-please delete it? I know it seems stupid but I’m scared” (I chose not to mention that I have paranoid delusions bc that would seem manipulative I think?) and the person was like, “I don’t care about your feelings, you were aggressive towards me and you’re white” (idrk what the “you’re white” point is about, because this whole thing is about if a phrase is exclusive black people, and they’re not black either, although they’re also not solely white so I guess I sorta get it?).

And then they blocked me. (And according to my friend they posted about me crying “crocodile tears”? I’m sorry that I experience persecutory delusions and I get scared when experiencing them, it’s not my fault, enter that one meme)

And now I’ve gotten people purposefully sending me my triggers so I’m being targeted just like I feared I would. Lovely!

So, yeah, that’s what happened, again, for the sake of transparency. I changed the post a while ago, and it’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ve also since been informed by black folks that the person in question was correct! I’m gonna be donating a few bucks to some black folks in the mutual aid tags as reparations.

Also I learned this AFTER all this went down but apparently this person is fucking 30? And I’m a teenager so. Obviously, I did some things wrong (duh), but they were really out here beefing with someone two-thirds their age. My brain isn’t fully developed yet, what’s your excuse? (This is a joke.)

(Now I’m gonna do what this person didn’t do and put a ‘do not harass this person’ disclaimer: If you try to figure out who the person in this post is or seek them out, your mom’s a bitch. That helps nobody and it makes you look stupid.)

Edit: Added some things that I didn’t know about the situation. Also, update, I’ve been told by the same friend that they’re now screenshotting my posts behind a block… No comment.

[fallen-gabrielle]

First thing I noticed, is SMOLL BEN SMOLL BEN SMOLL BEN!!!

Kid!Ben will always be the most precious thing in KND and in any work of fiction ever for me (maybe there would be a tie with Minish!Vaati, idk, i cannot decided and don't ask me to give my preference to one of them).

Artistically, there is still improvment to be made but it's still good. You chose a nice light/sky blue. Maybe it was a stylistic choice to not shade the cards and it's fine as is, but if not don't be shy to try adding shadows and lighting (i suck at those so i know how hard it is to do it). It's interesting to see that once reversed the card is completely different, the sun became hellfire or something (that's the kind of feeling I get).

Symbolism of the cards Can't say wich daisy it is in the background, in french there is two types of daisies but I'm going here with the big one, "marguerites" instead of the "pâquerettes", because it really seems they're the big ones. These flowers symbolize the innocence, candor and the sweet naivety of the soul. They also represent new starts and rebirth, purity, hope, fun and affection. Which is pretty fitting for what we have here: it's Ben as a kid, way before he became a bitter adult. This Ben is young and sweet (and totally adorable holy crap i want to hug him), he's smiling and good God we need more smiling Kid!Ben in our lives. He's apparently friend with a donkey, and they were initially a symbol of evil forces, and in some occasions uumm... not so rated PG stuff, which contrasts extremely with Kid!Ben and the flowers. I personally interpret it as (maybe) the first sign that Ben is going on a dark path. But my own view gets debunked with the reversed card where Father holds the skull of his friend and is sad about his death. And I don't want my man to be sad, I want to hug him again. So I don't really know what to make of it. Or maybe that's a horse and I'm a fucking idiot. The big daisies are also burning, wich I suppose represents his destroyed innocence [insert poetic cinema meme here], and I love it but also it's fucking sad man. Note that I said "burning" and not "burnt", as in it's still happening meaning there's still good in him and we can save him.

Initally, The Sun card in tarot represents different things: ever lasting love, generosity, affection, mutual aid, frankness, integrity, sincerity, tolerance. It invites us to embrace our destiny with open arms and positivity. It symbolizes the success in jobs/business. The negative values that this card represents are: vanity, arrogance, dryness, contempt, impressionability self-centeredness, superficiality. But it can also symbolize a castrating father, or suffered a castrating father, and my immediate thought went directly to Grandfather. Because duh, this dude mistreated Ben all the time and that's a fact.

Apart from the last detail, I find it odd you chose Ben as The Sun card, but maybe there's more to it and I'm just rusty about tarot cards, it's been a while I practiced them. The Sun is usually drawn with two kids under the solar star, my biased self would have taken this opportunity to draw Monty and Ben as kids, but I'm sure you had your valid reasons and I respect them. I'm curious to know if you intent to make a full 22 cards set with KND characters (now you just gave me the idea to make my own set of tarot cards with KND characters... I already have many WIP TTwTT)

In conclusion, I saw a sweet, kind and innocent Kid!Ben, and that's enough for me to like it.

I made a tarot card on our shadow boi! Feel free to analyze it in comments or reblogs since I put a lot of symbolism and detail in them

[forays-into-fiction]

The Princess and Her Throne

Adventures in bondage with Eddie. You and Eddie have a date night and talk all about your pervy delights. Then it’s back to his trailer for the night to try out one of his new ideas.

Eddie x Bambi Masterlist

Sorry if I missed anyone from the taglist, if you’d like to be added to the list please leave a reply either on the masterlist linked above or here.

Minors DNI

Contains:  Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Perv!Eddie/Perv!Reader, Some Fluff But Mainly Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Slight Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Sex Toys, Bondage, Overstimulation, Mentions of Oral/Oral Fixation, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Bambi, Babe, Sweetheart, Princess), Praise Kink, Degredation/Name-calling (Slut, Whore), Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader

The first time Eddie tied you up he was a jittery mess, scrambling around collecting things as he went and muttering to himself under his breath. You sat on his bed watching on in amusement as he stumbles over himself.

“Safety shears… safety shears… where did I put them… ah ha!”

He sets them down on the bedside table next to you, as he turns back around you grab his arm, he gives you a curious look. You begin in a soothing tone, “Babe, you gotta calm down. You need to be in the right mindset for this, we don’t want either of us getting hurt for real, right?”

He sighs, “Right… right. You’re right, it’s just I’m… excited. And I want this to be perfect-”

“I know, babe, but don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Just pause a minute, take a few breaths.”

He takes a few steadying breaths before turning back to you and you decide to push your luck, giving him another instruction, “Ok, now gimme a kiss.”

He leans in pressing his lips to your own softly, you give him a sweet, brief kiss before pulling away.

“Now, what was that for?” He questions.

“Just wanted to see what you’d do…” you reply with a smirk.

“Oh, you little…” he grumbles, but can’t help the little grin peeking through.

“Ok, for real now… calmly, do we have everything we need?”

He looks over at the collection of items he’d laid out on the bed and side table, he gestures to the each as he lists them off, “Ok we got rope ‘cause duh, we got a paddle for if you misbehave…”

He pauses with a smirk before continuing, “… we got the first aid kit and the safety shears, both sets and in easy reach. We got water and some sugary snacks for after so we don’t really gotta move if we don’t have to. Towels too, the extra soft ones you got for me… ummm, I think that’s everything. There anything else you think we’ll need?”

“I don’t think so, you got it all covered… see I know you’ll always look out for me. Now let’s get to work, you can tie me up all pretty in your favourite colour… but don’t rush ok I’m not going anywhere.” You pull his hand closer to your face pressing soft kisses to his fingertips looking up at him lovingly.

He lets out a low groan, “Fuck… don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this, always so good to me Bambi.”

He looks at you with those big, brown eyes and you can’t resist pulling him in for another kiss, when you break apart you murmur affectionately, “I love you Eds.”

“An’ I love you.” He mumbles in response.

“Now, there’s something else I want you to do for me…” you trail off waiting for his reaction.

“What’s that sweetheart?”

“I want you to strip me…” His eyes light up as he grins at you and you add, “… slowly though, ok? And… leave… leave the necklace on?”

“Absolutely sweetheart, wouldn’t dream of taking that off you.”

You grin back at him, looking up at him through your lashes and squirming slightly. You were excited too, but you were containing it as best as you could. You know emotions running high and getting too worked up wouldn’t go well in this situation. Both of you needed to remain clear and level headed.

As he slips off your skirt, he looks up at you, “Ok and remember what we talked about, if you start feeling any pain that you shouldn’t, or numbness, or light-headedness… if you need to stop for any reason, anything at all you let me know, ok?”

You nod at him assuring him, “I remember and the same goes for you… if you need to stop for anything.

He turns his head kissing your thigh, right beside the tattoo, “Thank you sweetheart… really for everything.”

He continues stripping you off until you’re laid bare before him, you love the contrast of him towering over you fully clothed while you lay before him completely exposed. It has you rubbing your thighs together, slicking them with your wetness that pools between them.

His motions now are deliberate and calm, more focused than you ever usually see him as he goes over the lengths of rope. He considers his options and gets to work, looping the rope around you with nimble fingers.

Nothing too intricate at first, you’d decided, something simple for the first time trying this together, but still very pretty as you liked to say. He checked the ropes for tightness as he went, slipping two fingers between it and your body. He had you practically shivering with anticipation.

When he’s finished, he stands back to admire his work. You eye him up and down too, lingering on his bulging crotch before looking back to his face.

“So, how do I look?” You prompt him for a response.

He looks at you, eyes dark and clouded with lust as they meet your own, “Goddamn, Bambi you are perfect… you are so perfect you don’t even know.”

You giggle, “Yeah, sometimes I think we were just made for each other ya know?”

“Fuck do I know it, who else could be as filthy and depraved as this…” He palms himself over his pants with a rumbling moan.

“You gonna strip for me now?” You ask hopefully, pouting up at him.

He chuckles at your whiny tone, “All in good time, sweetheart… just let me…”

He trails off, moving onto the bed he spreads your legs with his knee slotting in between them he runs a finger down the rope that runs the length of your torso following the diamond shapes, bumping over each knot until he gets to the one he’d tied and placed strategically to sit right against your clit, pushing it into you firmly with a devilish smirk.

You gasp and moan, “Eddie…”

He chuckles and mimics your tone, “y/n…”

You pout back at him, “Why you gotta tease me?”

“Awww, Bambi c’mon it’s fun… and you know you like it…” His hand moves to your breast, framed by even more rope. He kneads the soft flesh before rolling the nipple between his fingers, eyes glinting as you raise your hips and the quickly dampening rope between your legs slides against you.

You moan again at the sensation and he reacts smugly, “See, you do like it don’t you?”

“Y-yes sir.” You whimper eyes fluttering shut as you continue to cant your hips upward searching for that delicious friction.

With his other hand he caresses your cheek, murmuring softly, “If you wanna see me strip you’re gonna have to open your eyes sweetheart.”

You wrench your eyes open gazing at him dreamily, “Lemme see you Eds, wanna see your pretty cock. I bet it’s all pink and shiny just for me. Wanna see all of you s’ not fair.” You finish with a pout.

“Shit, you know just what to say don’t ya? Alright I’ll ‘strip’ for you.”

He begins at his belt, undoing it slowly, pulling it free from the loops he pulls it taught and rolls it in his hand. You move to pop open the button on his pants, but he takes the belt and taps you with it in warning. Not hard enough to be considered a slap, but enough that it gets your attention and you retract your hands.

“Hands to yourself, eyes only sweetheart.” He taunts.

“Yes sir.” You mumble nodding your head.

He continues to undo his pants until they are hanging open on his legs, but then changes direction moving for his shirt and you whine.

“Oh, you thought I’d just whip it out let you see my ‘pretty cock’ straight away, as soon as you ask?” He palms his bulge again for emphasis.

You pout, before admitting reluctantly, “…maybe.”

“Well, maybe someone needs a little lesson in patience…” you grumble and he laughs at your reaction, “… don’t worry, I’ll let you see my cock, let you see all of me… but before we really get into it you’re going to cum just by grinding against that rope for me. I might touch you in other places, but I’m not going anywhere near that desperate little pussy until you do.”

“Fuck… Eddie…” You gasp.

“You got that sweetheart? You think you can do that for me? Make yourself cum on this rope like a good little slut?” He tugs on the rope making it pull taut between your legs.

The knot presses into your clit, the two strands that ran either side of your cunt, slipping between your folds and you wail, “Fuck, yes, yes, yesss… I’ll be your good little slut. Cum all over this rope… then… then can I have your cock, sir… please?”

“After that you can have whatever you want Bambi.” He leans in and lays a kiss on your forehead, “But now watch me as I strip for you and keep grinding against that rope.”

You nod and do as he says while he proceeds to rid himself of his clothing, going so far as to slip each ring off his fingers one by one before even considering removing his pants. You whine and moan, desperately moving your hips in search of release. 

You gasp at the sight when he finally does remove his pants and he moves back to kneeling between your legs, you can see a considerable wet patch staining the front of his boxers.

“Like what you see?” He teases.

“I-is a-all of that pre-… pre-cum…?” You ask wide-eyed, staring down at his tented boxers.

“Uh huh sure is sweetheart.”

“God that’s fucking hot… lemme see it Eds… p-please…” Your hand come up to twist at your nipple as you beg.

“Alright sweetheart, you were such a good girl after all… so patient.” He palms at his cock before slowly rolling down his boxers to rest beneath his heavy balls. His cock bobs between his legs, flexing as more pre-cum dribbles out of the slick, ruddy head.

Your motions quicken, your whole body glistening with sweat, panting. He runs his hand along the underside of his length pausing to circle the tip with his thumb with an exaggerated, borderline pornographic moan. He pulls his hand away, pre-cum stringing between his fingers and the head of his cock. 

He spits into his palm, not that he needs it, you know he’s only doing it to get to you and it does you moan wantonly your free hand twisting into the covers on the bed. Then his hand returns to his shaft, spreading saliva and pre-cum all over himself moving to tug on his balls with a breathy moan of his own.

“Jesus, fuck wanna suck on it so bad.”

He chuckles, grinning down at you, “Oh, yeah? Tell me… tell me how bad you wanna suck on my cock… balls too huh?”

You answer, hips thrusting erratically, panting and moaning pathetically while you torture your poor little abused nipple, “Absolutely yes balls too, sir. I-I… hngh… I’d start with that perfect cock of yours… swallow up all your pre-cum… mhhhh… th-then I-I’d move down to your balls… suck on each of ‘em while I rub your shaft… fuck… get all messy with drool and pre-cum… shit, I’m gonna cum Eddie…”

“Yeah, you gonna cum thinking ‘bout sucking on my cock? Go on cum like the good little slut you are.” He groans.

With one final thrust against the rope between your legs you explode with a cry of his name. Your walls clamp down on nothing, thrusting into empty air before collapsing bonelessly into the mattress, chest heaving with exertion.

You look up at him, his hand around the base of his cock in a vice-like grip, he breathes out in awe, “Holy fucking shit Bambi that was hot. You really wanna suck me off that much?”

You nod weakly, “Uh huh… but could… could we maybe do that another time? Really want you to fuck me now… split me open with that big dick and cum deep inside me…”

“Jesus H Christ it was taking all I could not to fucking pin you down and just take you… god yes I wanna fuck you…”

You reach out and grab for him with shaky hands and he descends upon you capturing your lips between his own in a heated kiss. His hand travels the length of your body, pulling the sodden rope from between your folds, spreading it either side of your dripping cunt before guiding the tip of his cock to replace it. The knot still sits upon your sensitive clit rubbing against it torturously as he sinks into you with a guttural moan.

He rolls his hips unevenly with stuttering motions, you can tell he’s holding back, you hook a leg behind him, urging him deeper. He lets out a strangled moan, “Fuck… I’m not going to last… I’m fucking ready to cum right now. Please…”

“Just let go Eddie… fuck me.”

At your encouragement his hips quicken slamming into you at a punishing pace, tears flow from the corners of your eyes as the rope continues to push against your overworked clit and you feel another orgasm approaching. 

He tugs on the rope around your neck, grabbing the guitar pick necklace in the process, you’re dimly aware that he’d left his chain bracelet on too, pink ribbon peeking out.

“I can feel that you know… the way you’re slowly getting tighter and tighter, quivering all around me… you gonna cum again?” His voice is deep and rumbly sending a shiver through your body.

“Yes, sir!”

“Go ahead cum on that cock you love so much and I’ll give you what you want… my cum deep inside you.” He growls.

You whimper already coming apart and pulsing along his throbbing length and as promised he paints your walls with his thick, hot seed.

He collapses on top of you pressing his sweaty body into your own, gasping for breath. You stroke the back of his head and he presses soft kisses into the skin beneath his face.

“I fucking love you so much y/n.” He sighs, his tone deep and full of meaning.

You kiss the top of his head, responding earnestly, “I love you too Eddie.”

He pushes off of you, dopey grin plastered across his face, his softening length slips out of you followed by a stream of your combined fluids. He reaches over to the bedside table cracking the seal on a water bottle before sliding his hand under your head, propping you up and placing the bottle at your lips, tilting it gently so you can drink. You make a sound and tap on his arm twice and he pulls the bottle away, “You good? Had enough?”

You nod and swipe a hand over your lips “Mhh hmm.”

He takes a swig from the bottle too before placing it back on the bedside table and moving to release you from your binds, his calloused fingers rubbing at the skin soothingly in certain places. When the rope is free, he reaches for a towel cleaning you off and then himself before moving to lay beside you and scooping you into his arms.

You sigh, melting into his touch, he interrupts the silence with a laugh before reaching over to the bedside table plucking something out from the pile of snacks. “You want a lollipop? Ya know, since you wanted something to suck on so bad.” He teases.

You give him a playful shove, “Hey!” You protest, but then consider it a moment, “… actually I would like a lollipop.”

You take the offered candy, unwrapping it and placing it between your lips. He grins at you before his expression shifts a little more seriously, “So how are you, really? That was good right? Not too much?”

“Oh, that was perfect… I am a little sore, but it’s not too bad-”

He cuts you off quickly, “Where does it hurt? Tell me what I can do to help.”

“I’m fine really, just sensitive… a little swollen… we’ve got aloe gel, right?”

He nods hastily reaching for the first aid kit, he shuffles through it finding the bottle and holding it up.

“Do you think you could rub it over my clit and… well that whole area really, but be very, very gentle.”

“Of course, princess I’ll be super gentle.”

He squirts some of the gel into his palm, rubbing it over his fingertips before spreading it over your swollen folds with a feather-light touch. The cooling sensation soothes you, he leaves your clit til last, you jump a little when he brushes over it and he apologises profusely when you do.

You hook a finger under his chin, “Now get back here and cuddle me mister.”

He hovers over you for a moment and removing the lollipop from your mouth, you pull him in for a kiss, sweet and tender, showing you bear him no resentment.

When he settles in against you again you ask eagerly resuming your sucking on the sweet treat between words, “So, how was it for you? Did you like seeing me all knotted up in your favourite colour? You wanna do it again some time?”

“It was fucking amazing sweetheart… God do I want to do it again. I want to do that so much, whenever you want sweetheart just say the word. I’ve already got so many more ideas for all that rope you’ve got.”

You giggle at his enthusiasm, “See made for each other.” You hold out the lollipop for him to have a lick and he takes it from you, you reach for the water again.

He sucks on the lolly before replying, “I know exactly what you mean Bambi.”

He takes the water from you when you’re done and places it back on the bedside table.

You feel your eyelids drooping and drifting closed, you mumble, “‘M tired Eds…”

He runs his hand over your back rubbing gently, “‘S ok, you sleep, I’ll deal with the rest of the clean-up. Such a good girl for me tonight… tomorrow we can go out get some milkshakes just hang out yeah?”

“Yeah, sounds nice Eds, g’night.” You hum as he pulls back the covers from the bed. He manoeuvres you beneath them ignoring the mess of cum splattered all over them, that’d be an issue for another day.

 As you settle in, he brushes a few stray hairs back from your face, “Sweet dreams princess.” He murmurs kissing the top of your head.

This time when he tied you up, he was testing out one of his ideas, he’d tied you up many more times since that first night always coming up with new things to try. Each time was just as good as the last, even if not all of his ideas worked out as planned, you had fun regardless. You’d even spotted a few doodles of different rigging designs and knot diagrams scattered in the corners of his notes and on random bits of papers it made you grin every time.

This time was interesting, he’d asked you to bring along your magic wand and you were very curious as to how he was going to incorporate it.

When you got to his trailer, he’d greeted you with a kiss telling you to put your bag in his room and come right back. You do as instructed and find him waiting by the door with his keys. You look to him in confusion, “Where are we going? I thought we were going to try out one of your new ideas?”

He laughs as you pout up at him, “And you say I’m insatiable… it’s date night Bambi. We’re going on a date and then we can come back to play.”

You light up at the mention of a date, “Ooooh, where are we going Eds?”

“Well, I was thinking we go for a drive, listen to some music, talk a bit, you know. I packed a little picnic type thing… nothing too fancy or too heavy… cause ya know, after… well, yeah anyway, find a nice spot under the stars just you and me…”

You sigh, “Awww, Eddie that’s so romantic.”

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Yeah? I mean it’s not much, like I said nothing fancy, but-”

“But nothing, I love it.” You grin at him and press a kiss to his rosy cheek.

The two of you make small talk and listen to one of his cassettes as he drives you out to a quiet, secluded spot in the forest that backs onto the trailer park. He’s picked out a very pretty spot, with a nice little clearing. He parks the van and turns to you, “So do you wanna sit outside or we can set up in the back of the van… which ever makes you more comfortable?”

“I wanna sit outside, look up at the stars with you.” You hum happily.

“Ok, sweetheart, gimme a minute to set up then I’ll come get you, ok?”

You giggle, “Ok, Eddie.”

You can hear him opening the back of the van, sorting through the items he’d packed for a few minutes. You want to look over your shoulder or in one of the mirrors, see what he’s up to, but you resist.

A few seconds later he’s at your door, opening it, extending a hand for you to take. He helps you out, closing the door before leading you around to the back of the van where he’d laid out a blanket and some pillows. Some lanterns that look like they may have come from Thatcher Tires are scattered about to provide light.

 He’d opened the picnic basket and spread out the food as well, little homemade sandwiches that looked like he’d made himself, a little unevenly cut, a container of fresh strawberries with the tops cut off, another with some cream by the looks of it and finally a cheap bottle of sparkling wine with some plastic cups.

“So, uh yeah… this is it, I guess. But um… remember we can’t have too much of the wine if we’re gonna do what I have planned alright?”

You squeal and throw yourself at him, “Eddie this is honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!”

“Really? I mean I didn’t do much and it’s all pretty cheap stuff. Hell, I borrowed the lanterns from the shop.”

“What have I said? it’s not about how much you spend or how flashy something is, it’s about spending time with you, being close to you. And you put in so much effort, don’t sell yourself short.”

“Stop it… c’mon sit down so we can get started.”

He leads you over still holding your hand while you lower yourself to the ground, letting go when you’re settled and tucking your legs up beside you smoothing down your skirt. He sinks down opposite you offering you the plate of sandwiches, you take one and dig in as he takes one for himself.

“Mmmm, this is very nice did you make ‘em?”

He answers bashfully, “Yeah, I did… I know they’re not perfect… cut ‘em a little wonky and everything’s popping out the sides, but I tried.”

“You did very good, and they taste good too, is that mustard you used?”

“Yeah, um does it work…? I mean I know you like mustard…”

“It works very well. May I have another?” You smile at him brightly.

And he scrambles for the plate thrusting it towards you, the sandwiches slide a little but remain on the plate, you giggle, “Thank you.”

He returns your smile, “No problem. Here let me get you a drink.” He cracks open the bottle pouring a little for both of you, extending your cup towards you and you accept it graciously. He takes the last sandwich for himself, chomping down on it.

You set down your cup after a few sips and reach for the strawberries and cream.

You hold one up observing the shape, “Hey, look Eds it looks like a love heart, the way you’ve cut off the top with that ‘v’ shape.”

He looks at the berry between your fingers considering it for a moment, “Huh, yeah I guess it does Bambi.”

You dip it in the cream and pop it in your mouth with a satisfied hum. “You want one?”

“Yeah sure.”

You pluck one out dipping it into the cream for him and hold it out for him placing it in his open mouth. He chews and swallows before offering his thanks.

The two of you share a few more strawberries ‘til they’re gone and you dip a finger straight into the leftover cream sticking it in your mouth and sucking it before venturing with a line of questioning that sends a heat rising to your cheeks.

“So, I’ve been wondering… what other pervy stuff have you done that I don’t know about? You know like the thing with Eddie Bear.”

“Oh… ummm, you… you sure you wanna know that, Bambi? I mean it was kinda… actually really-”

You cut off his stuttering, “Yes, I want to know, c’mon you should know by now I would never get mad at you or judge you for that stuff. If anything, it’d probably turn me on.”

His breath catches in his throat, “Yeah… I mean if you’re sure. I mean I got pretty ummm… I still feel guilty about at least half the pervy shit I did when we were first dating. Maybe… maybe it’s ‘cause you didn’t know, maybe it’ll help to tell you about it?”

“Please tell me Eds, I do wanna know.” You flash your puppy dog eyes and he groans.

“Alright, well… one thing I used to do is… um, I’d jerk off using your lotion and umm when… when I’d finish, I’d cum inside the bottle. Liked to imagine you rubbing it all into your skin the next time you used it. Did the same thing with your body wash the handful o’ times I showered at your place. Then when I did shower there… fuck… I’d get so turned on, just surrounded by your smell and then it’d linger on me all day and I’d just have to jerk off constantly.”

He awaits your response grimacing slightly at the brief silence as you stare back at him mouth having dropped open. “Oh, fuck Eddie that’s… that’s sooo fucking hot. You’re telling me all that time I was rubbing your cum into my skin, goddamn… but you stopped doing that?”

“Yeah, of course I stopped it’s… it’s weird Bambi and besides now you let me cum all over you whenever I want or inside you… Jesus, inside you… fuck…” He trails off with a groan.

You give him a smug little grin, “Yeah, that is good, isn’t it? But you know if you wanted to you could keep doing that, with the lotion and stuff. I promise you I don’t think it’s weird, I’ll even leave a bottle at your place for when I sleep over. Is there anything else you did that you wanna tell me about? I did some stuff too ya know… I could tell you about that. If you want to take turns?”

He’s practically drooling at the suggestion, eagerly taking you up on your offer, leaning in closer, “Shit, Bambi what’d you do?”

“Well, I think it goes without saying that I’d think about you all the time when I’d finger myself or use my toys… adult and otherwise. I mean I still think about you whenever I masturbate and when you gave me the necklace…”

You pull said necklace out from under your lacy collar, showing off the guitar pick hanging off it, “… I like to tug on it, hold it tight in my hand…”

You look up at him through your lashes before continuing, “… reminds me who I belong to.”

He lets out a strained whine, “Jesus H Christ! Yeah… you got anything else?”

“There was one time… who am I kidding, I say one time but I did it a few times with different ones too… I uh used to steal your shirts and wear them while I got off, liked having your smell around me too. I’d also put them on Eddie Bear when I humped him sometimes too. Washed ‘em all before I returned them though. You gonna tell me some more now?”

You inch closer to him, leaning in as well, reaching for him cautiously until just your fingertips brush along his on the blanket beneath you.

“Well… I did something a little similar to that… a little creepy though…” He turns his head away in shame.

You admonish him, taking a hold of his hand fully “Hey, you are not ‘creepy’ ok? Come on look at me Eds.”

He does so at your urging and you press on, “Do I look, creeped out… or weirded out… or freaked… or any other negative word you can think of?”

He takes a moment to look at you, assessing you seriously, tentatively coming to a conclusion, “No… I-I don’t think so…”

You answer firmly in agreement, “Right, because I’m not. So, tell me what you did. I love you and there’s not a lot that could change that. I’d maybe even go as far as to say nothing that could change that.”

He looks at you warily, “Kiss me first?”

Still holding his hand, you close the distance between the two of you moving to sit in his lap, straddling his legs as you kiss him with abandon. He ends up having to brace himself with his arms stretched out behind him leaning back with the sudden force you’ve applied. You can feel his hard dick pressing up into your clothed, dripping folds but you make no move to take it further.

When you part breathlessly he looks up at you, “Thanks, I dunno why but it still makes me feel guilty… the stuff I did.”

You brush his long curls behind his ears, “Babe, you don’t have anything to feel guilty about with me. I love you as you are. I want you as you are. Now tell me what you were going to say, before… this.”

He takes a steadying breath, “I-I used to steal your panties and jerk off with them… into them. The dirty ones… I mean. Uhhh…” He looks to you and you nod encouragingly, he continues, “I’d do all sorts of stuff with them, smell ‘em… taste ‘em or like scrunch them up and stuff them all in my mouth… like… like how I made you that one time in Lovelace…”

“See that wasn’t so bad, was it? I actually think that is very fucking hot I’d love to see you do that one day… if you’d let me?”

“Really? You wanna watch me jerk off with your panties?”

“Absolutely! Have… no that’s silly.” You shake your head.

He grabs you by the chin stilling your movements, “No, tell me, what is it?”

“Um have you ever thought about wearing a pair of panties while you… rub yourself through them? Don’t… don’t know if any of mine would fit you right… I mean when you’re hard, God you’re fucking big…” He smirks at that, you babble on, “We could get you your own pair… if that’s something you’d be interested in?”

“You wanna see me wearing panties now do ya?” He teases.

“Only… only if you want… but yeah, yeah I do.” You mumble shyly.

“Princess, don’t you know I’d do anything for you?”

“Really? You’d do that for me? It wouldn’t… I dunno make you feel…”

He stops your train of thought quickly, “It’d make me feel amazing if it meant you got turned on by it.”

“O-ok so I guess that’s another thing we can try… do you wanna head back to yours now and you can show me what your new idea was? Been dying all night to find out, especially how you’re gonna use the magic wand.”

“Shit Bambi I’m half-tempted to just throw you in the back of the van and take you right here after all this dirty talk… but yeah, yeah we can head back.”

You help him pack up and pile everything into the van, somehow the drive back seems infinitely longer than the drive there as you squirm in your seat. When you get back you hover beside him at the front door, hands creeping over him as he fumbles with his keys. He almost drops them in his haste, but manages to get the door open.  He stands aside gesturing for you to go first, flipping on the lights as he enters.

“So, there’s something I gotta set up before we start, I’m pretty sure it’ll work… and if it does, oh man are we gonna have some fun with it.”

“Always with the teasing, hurry up and show me.” You whine.

“Haven’t we done this before… do you need another lesson in patience? You’re gonna get it tonight either way I suppose… especially if this works.” He smirks.

“C’mon you’re killing me here.”

“Alright, alright I’ll be a few minutes, just gotta…” He looks across the room, making his way over to the little two-seater dining table picking up one of the chairs.

He mumbles to himself, “Gonna need this…” he turns to you, “You did bring the magic wand, right?”

“Yeah, in my bag. Want me to get it?”

“No, that’s ok I’ll find it. You’re not gonna get a peek that easily. Wait out here, make yourself comfortable and I’ll get you when it’s ready.”

“Fine.” You grumble in defeat and he chuckles at you before making his way back to the bedroom.

A few minutes pass before he’s emerging with a satisfied grin, those few minutes had felt like a lifetime to you, your head snaps up to look at him desperately, “Ready?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart… don’t know if you’re going to love it, or hate it or both, but it’s ready.”

He ushers you into his room and you see his little creation, he’d taken a length of rope looping it around the legs of the chair and over the seat where your magic wand sat, also wrapped in rope. You look at it curiously as he watches for your reaction, “Can I show you how I think it’d work?” he asks cautiously.

“Yeah, of course… what do you need me to do?”

“Well, ideally you’d be naked and tied to the chair as well, but for now just sit down so I can check the positioning.”

You move closer and he lifts the toy pulling it away from the seat so you can sit yourself down. He slides the bottom of your skirt up and lowers the toy, the head rests perfectly against your clit, the rope holding it in place and pressing it into you. 

You gasp, “Oh… I see. So, um I sit here you tie me up and switch on the toy and just… let it go…”

“Yep, that’s the idea… um what d’ya think?” He asks shifting self-consciously.

“Babe, you are a genius I swear… so we gonna test it out for real?”

He laughs, an easy grin settling across his face, “You bet. Up you get… need you naked for the next part. Don’t need to make it anything special either just take off your clothes.”

You nod and rise stripping off quickly ‘til you’re left in just your panties and bra, the guitar pick nestled between your breasts when you look back over at him an idea coming to mind. 

You unclasp your bra and add that to your pile of clothing before sliding off your drenched panties and pressing them into his hand, “You can do whatever you’d like with these.”

“God yes I fucking will… you take a seat now and let me tie you up.”

You do so eagerly, re-positioning the toy between your legs as he retrieves another length of rope, binding you to the chair carefully. He stands back taking in his handiwork humming in a satisfied way before turning on the toy to the lower setting.

You give a low moan as the vibrations begin and he kneels between your legs, spread and bound to the chair. He leans in kissing your thigh, biting and mouthing on the skin beside your tattoo while slowly ramping up the intensity of the vibrations.

“Don’t… don’t you want to get undressed as well? Touch yourself a bit?” you gasp.

He detaches from your leg with a pop, bringing a hand up to rub over the mark he’d left there, “Oh, I will sweetheart. Don’t you worry about me, you just sit there and enjoy the ride.”

You strain against the ropes that bind your arms, you want to reach out and touch him… touch yourself… anything. He’s tied you up well and there’s no way out just yet. You whine and squirm and he ups the intensity on the toy again.

“I know sweetheart, I know. Eyes on me, alright?” He rises and begins removing his own clothing, tossing it down beside your own.

You watch intently, even more desperate to touch him, now that he’s left in just his boxers. You thrust your hips as much as your restraints will allow, the vibrating head of the toy rubbing against you as you pant and moan.

He looks down at your panties clutched in his hand, sliding down his boxers and stepping out of them. His weepy cock bounces up to slap against his navel leaving a sticky smear there. 

He looks back at you writhing in the chair, maintaining eye contact as he uncrumples your panties and slides them on, up over his own legs. His hard length stretches the fabric unlike it had ever been, his cock sits trapped under the waistband pointing up at him, pre-cum flowing from the tip dribbling down to join your own wetness.

He begins palming himself over the fabric eyes never leaving your own. You let out a strangled moan and answers with a smug grin, “Oh, you like that huh? Wanna watch me ruin your panties, stretch them out with my fat cock? Cum in them so it can join your wetness that’s already soaked them?”

“God, yes p-please sir… didn’t think you’d try that straight away… fuck… and I’m sooo close too…” you whine in response.

“You can cum if you like… but no matter how many times you do I’m not turning off that toy until I’m done… and you know how long I can hold off for…”

“Jesus, fuck… shit… hmmm… Eddie… please…” You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, slick walls beginning to flutter around nothing, pressing into the toy as much as you can.

“Fuck, sir I’m cumming!” You wail, straining at your bonds, limbs shaking, the toy continuing its steady pace.

You’re already a little sensitive from your first orgasm but still the toy continues buzzing away and he makes no moves to slow or stop the vibrations, just as he’d said. 

You try to wriggle away from the feeling but the ropes hold you in place and the further away you scoot from the toy the more firmly it presses against you with its own ropes holding it down.

He chuckles at you, “Oh, princess was that a good one? Did you like that, cumming all tied up, toy strapped to you, watching me touch myself over your panties?”

You whimper, “So good… feels sooo good… al-almost too good Eds, fuck.”

You look down at his hard cock, straining against your panties, his hand rubbing over it lightly as pre-cum flows from the pink, glistening tip freely. He moves his hand down rolling his balls around in the damp fabric and you let out a pathetic whine. He grins, watching you just as intently as you focus on his cock.

And all too quickly another orgasm is fast approaching chasing down on the heels of the first. You throw your head back, eyes rolling, mouth dropping open with a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure comes crashing down over you.

It trickles down your spine and radiates outward, a delicious tingling that emanates throughout your entire body. You quiver as you come down from your high and you know it’s no use but you still try to wriggle away from the toy buzzing away, bullying your poor oversensitive, little clit.

He moves closer, standing between your thighs, towering over you. He tilts your head towards him and dives in for a kiss, one hand still palming at his erection. He pulls back his head giving you a smirk as he takes in your fucked-out appearance, both hands moving to slide over your tits, smearing them with his pre-cum as he kneads the soft swell of your breasts. 

He toys with your nipples, your legs shake and pull taut against the ropes. You moan pathetically you can feel yourself dripping, making such a mess of the chair under his ministrations.

He croons down at you in a teasing way, pinching your nipples firmly, “Awww, you gonna cum again Bambi? Be a good little slut for me and cum again,”

“Fuck…wanna be good… I’ll be good for you… so good…” He tugs on your necklace and the chair rocks slightly as you thrust up into the toy weakly.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You are such a good girl. Wanna see you fucked so dumb you can’t even remember your name.”

“Oh god… fuck I’m cumming again.” You sob out as you are overtaken once more by that tingling that spreads all over your body, your slick channel gushing and pulsing all over again. You quake with aftershocks but he lets the toy continue its torturous assault on your swollen nub.

He laughs as you writhe in the chair, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes and still the process continues.

“Please sir… pleeeaase.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for panting and moaning desperately, sweat and slick running off of you in rivulets.

“If you give me one more… just one more I’ll untie one of your hands and you can touch my dick through these pretty little panties… how’s that?”

You mumble unintelligibly nodding and whimpering.

“Good, bet you can’t wait to see me cum for you… get these panties all stained with both of our fluids… when we’re done, I’m gonna keep these…” he hooks a finger under the waistband, “… little souvenir for me, keep them all dirty and stained and maybe next time we can do one for you to keep… you want that sweetheart? You wanna keep a pair of panties all gross and crusty with cum like the nasty, depraved little whore you are?”

A broken moan escapes your lips his, words sending you into overdrive, “Hngh… fuck yes… hmmm… Jesus want that… wanna watch you cum for me…”

“Then you know what you gotta do… one more, scream for me Bambi and then I’ll let you touch me.” He growls and reaches down pushing the magic wand against you firmly.

As you’re swept away once again you do scream, chanting his name over and over like a prayer until your voice cracks with a pitiful whine. “Ple-please Eds ‘s to-too much…” You sob and he relents only just.

He turns the toy to its lowest setting but still leaves it on. Untying one of your arms, he rubs over the skin before guiding your hand to his throbbing, leaky tip, “Remember what I said? That doesn’t get turned off ‘til I’m finished.”

You nod weakly, lazily rubbing your hand over his length, his clasped around yours guiding your motions, grunting and groaning above you.

“P-please sir… cum for me… I-I can’t take anymore… please…”

He thrusts against your hand fervently chasing his own end, “Shit, so fucking pretty when you beg you know that… fuck… hngh… gonna… gonna cum.”

A torrent of thick, white hot cum erupts from his tip, coating your hand and his, trickling down and seeping into your panties as he gasps. He’s quick to turn off the magic wand, pulling you into a kiss once he’s done so. 

When he pulls back you look down at your messy hand and his. You bring your hand to your mouth licking it clean before grabbing at his and doing the same. He mutters under his breath, something you don’t quite catch but you definitely hear a ‘Jesus H Christ’ along with a few other expletives. 

He reaches over to the bed behind you pulling out a water bottle, holding it to your lips and urging you to drink. He stops when you grab his arm and gets to work loosening all the rope.

He kneels between your legs, hand brushing over your cheek, gazing up at you lovingly, “You wanna shower or just wipe off and head to bed?”

 You groan, “Need a shower… ‘m all sticky an’ sweaty…”

“Alright, princess up you come…” he stands and scoops you into his arms.

As he carries you towards the bathroom you smile and nuzzle into the crook of his neck, mumbling, “You’re still wearing the panties…”

He chuckles, lowering your legs til your feet hit the cold tile of the bathroom floor, “I know sweetheart, I’ll take ‘em off in a minute.”

He supports you as you stand on shaky legs, pulling back the shower curtain and adjusting the spray of water as it comes on while you speak, “That was really fucking hot Eds, what’re we gonna call this little invention of yours?”

He considers for a moment while testing the temperature of the water with his hand, “Ummm… oh… ha I got one. How’s the ‘princess’s throne’ sound?”

You giggle in response, “What’d I say… genius. That is the perfect name for it.”

 He guides you into the tub and under the warm water, quickly peeling off your panties from his legs and joining you in the tight space.

You lean back against him humming appreciatively as he begins shampooing your hair, massaging your scalp soothingly. When he moves to soap up your body, you feel something prodding against the swell of your ass, “Ah, Eddie is that…?”

“Yeah, sorry sweetheart. Don’t worry I’ll take care of that myself, you just relax now,”

“But, what if I wanna help?” He doesn’t need to see you to know you’re pouting.

He chuckles, “Alright then if you insist…”

You spin around to face him pressing a hand to his chest, you run your fingers over his tattoos before trailing your hand down his body ‘til you reach his hard length. “So, you used to jerk off in my shower, hmmm?”

He gasps as you begin sliding your soapy hand along his cock, “Uh, yeah that’s right.”

“Tell me how you did it? What did you think about?”

“W-well… shit Bambi, you’re really gonna make me say this stuff again?”

You flash your puppy dog eyes at him, “Please?”

“Fuck ok… well, I didn’t mean to the first time, it just kinda happened ‘cause I was so turned on. I could smell your shampoo, your body wash… started imagining you what you would look like all wet and soapy like you are now…” His eyes rake over your body and he bites his lip with a low groan.

“Yeah, what else?”

He begins thrusting into your hand, matching your movements, “I was all soaped up with your body wash and it reminded me of how I’d used your lotion before… so, I did the same thing with that. I-I got some of the suds and started rubbing… oh, shit just like that…” He groans before continuing to babble.

“… started rubbing my cock and then I remembered how close you were… sitting just outside the door. I wondered what it would be like if you came in and joined me… not the way I thought you’d really react then, the way I’d want it to go… not all that different from how it actually might have gone, now that I think about it.”

“You’d come in and strip off without me noticing and you’d slip in behind me… reach around and grab my cock, you’d say you’d been waiting so long for me to show you how it’s done, that you wanted me to teach you how to fuck. So, I’d turn to face you, ask if you’re sure and you beg me to fuck you ‘right here, right now’ and I do… shit Bambi, I’m close… you wanna roll my balls around a bit?”

As soon as the words leave his lips, you’re adding another hand teasing his heavy balls, cupping them in your palm, tugging on them gently. You look up at him, his face scrunched up adorably, “You said you liked to imagine me rubbing your cum into my skin, you wanna cum on me now? All over my tummy… if it doesn’t wash away, I’ll let you watch me rub it on my skin.”

He lets out a strangled groan, “Fuck… oh fuck I’m cumming.”

His length jumps in your palm, you can feel his balls drawing up as they empty, shooting rope after rope of thick cum across your lower half. You push him back against the tiled wall behind him, stepping out of the spray of the showerhead almost completely.

“Look Eddie…” you urge him, bringing a hand up to your abdomen running it through his release, spreading it around in circles. Your hand moves lower tangling into the thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs, “You even got me here.”

He groans, the sound resonating deep from within his chest, “Fucking Christ Bambi…”

“See, now wasn’t that better than just ‘taking care of it yourself’?”

“You’ve got no fucking idea… c’mon we need to get you cleaned up again and then it’s bed.”

“Yes, sir.” You reply with a grin and he spins you around, pushing you back under the water.

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Kiss Him You Fool - Willex Oneshot

aka willie and flynn are best friends and she’s done with this mutual pining bullshit. (boys are alive bc i didn’t feel like thinking about ghost logistics today lmao)

so i didn’t get to participate in willex week nearly as much as i wanted to so this is my song fic/au fic (i guess? since the guys are alive? idk) for free day since i didn’t get the idea till last night at 1am. anyways i also didn’t sign up for the gift exchange but i still wanna dedicate this fic to @fairygclds for hosting this week bc she did an amazing job and i love her v much, ty mari <3

title is from Kiss Her You Fool by Kids That Fly, cute song highly recommend

rbs and comments appreciated :)

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That was real right? He didn’t make that up in his head? That happened. Right?

Willie was abruptly knocked out of their thoughts as his board hit a crack in the sidewalk, sending him onto the pavement, scraping his knee. Although, the stinging did help them snap out of the daze he was in, making him realize that yes, this is real life, and yes, he and Alex Mercer almost kissed.

***

“Stop, you’re not allowed to be that good at everything.” Willie teased as Alex just barely completed a loop around him.

“I feel like we are experiencing different timelines here or something.” Alex let out a shaky laugh as he flailed his arms in an attempt to regain the balance he’d just lost. Luckily, Willie held out their arm for him to grab just in time.

“Come on, you’re doing great! Just need to have a little more faith in yourself.” Willie smiled gently, offering extra support with his free hand.

Alex scoffed. “I think I’m a roller skating kind of guy.”

“Well, I disagree but if that’s how you feel—”

Alex rolled his eyes, making Willies stomach flutter. He helped him off the skateboard and they sat down on the couch in the studio. Willie ignored the fact that despite having the entire couch to themselves, they sat right up against each other, and he especially ignored the way their knees touching made his heart beat faster than normal.

“Actually, I think solid ground is where it’s at.” Alex said, only half-joking.

“I guess, but the wheels add some spice that solid ground could never live up to.”

“Exactly. You know exactly what you’re getting with solid ground. Me and wheels have a complicated relationship.”

“Oh really? You guys have a falling out?” Willie teased.

“Ha, yeah. There was some falling.” Alex gave a sarcastic laugh.

“But that’s the fun part! You can get some pretty rad scars from skating.” Willie pointed out.

“‘Rad?’ What, are you from the 80’s?”

“Listen—” Willie shushed him, shoving his shoulder into him playfully.

They laughed for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence. Willie was really tempted to lay his head onto Alex’s shoulder, or hold his hand.

His hand was right there. It would be so easy... But instead he grabbed their own hand and started messing with their fingers.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He asked lamely.

“We’re rehearsing for our gig tomorrow night. Luke and Julie are going over the set list one last time right now but we should be starting pretty soon.” Alex replied, checking the time on his phone before looking back at Willie. “Actually, if you wanna hangout while we rehearse, I don’t think they’d mind.”

“Oh, yeah! That sounds great!” Willie smiled.

“Cool.” Alex nodded, and maybe he was seeing things, but Willie could’ve sworn his cheeks were turning pink. That made him giggle.

“So, what’s the set list then?” They asked curiously. He shifted his body so that he could look at Alex, only mildly upset about the loss of contact, but being able to see the faded pink in Alex’s cheeks made up for it.

“Well, usually we start with Edge of Great, but Julie and Luke wrote this new song that is perfect to open with and I just know everyone’s gonna love it—”

Willie stared at Alex as he rambled on about the show and they couldn’t help the soft smile on their lips. Alex noticed almost immediately and stopped talking, almost embarrassed.

“What?” He asked.

“No, it’s nothing.” Willie said, waving his hand for them to move past it.

“No, I feel like you’re judging me!” Alex giggled.

“No! I’m not judging you!” Willie reassured. “You’re just really cute when you talk about music.” He said softly.

Alex went bright red. “Oh.” He replied in the same tone.

The air around them went quiet again, but this time filled with a different feeling. The feeling that there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. And suddenly their faces were a lot closer than Willie had realized. His eyes flicked down to Alex’s lips subconsciously and then back to his eyes, which he found were doing the same thing. There was nothing stopping him, all he had to do was lean in just a little bit more...

“WHO’S READY TO MAKE SOME MUSIC!” Reggie called excitedly as he entered the garage, making Willie and Alex jump apart. Reggie eyed them suspiciously. “Oh, hey Willie.” He said, eyebrows pulled together like he was piecing together what just happened.

“Hey.” Willie breathed uncomfortably. He felt like he couldn’t get enough air.

“Are you gonna hangout for rehearsal?” Reggie asked.

“Actually, uh, I gotta get going.” Willie sputtered before his brain could catch up to his mouth. They stood up and grabbed their things messily.

“I thought you said—”

“I just remembered I have to do something.” Willie cut Alex off. “I’ll see you tomorrow though?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Alex said quietly, failing at hiding his disappointment and making Willies chest ache.

“Cool.” Willie said. “See ya.” He threw an awkward peace sign at Reggie (who gave him one back) and skated out of the garage as fast as he possibly could.

***

“You are a disaster.” Flynn scolded, grabbing a dinosaur band-aid out of her desk drawer.

“I know!” Willie yelled into her pillow. She plopped down onto the bed in front of him.

“Why didn’t you just kiss him! You had the opportunity and he clearly wanted to kiss you too!” She yelled.

“I don’t know!” Willie whined, throwing the pillow back down into his lap. “I wanted to but I froze! And then Reggie showed up and I couldn’t stay after that! What if he didn’t want that to happen, what if he hates me now!”

“He doesn’t hate you! He’s very clearly in love with you, I don’t know what you’re not understanding about this.” She peeled the paper off the band-aid and carefully stuck it to Willies knee.

“You don’t know that.” He huffed.

“Who do you think you’re talking to? He likes you. When have I ever been wrong?”

They hated to admit it, but there have been very few times Flynn has been wrong.

“Fine. But what am I supposed to do?”

“Go back there? Ask him on a date or kiss him or just literally do anything.”

“I can’t go back! He’s rehearsing! I don’t wanna barge in while they’re rehearsing. And I left so fast it’d be so awkward—”

“Stop making excuses!” Flynn shook their shoulders, as they pouted. “Call him and say you forgot something.”

“I didn’t forget anything.” He said plainly. Flynn shot him a look.

“Duh! I know that, but if you tell him you’re coming back to get something then you can’t chicken out.” She explained, exasperated.

“Oh! Well what should I say I forgot?”

“Your phone, that's a reasonable thing you’d need to get back.”

“Okay. Okokok.” Willie mumbled to themself pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts before Flynn snatched it from them.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling him like you said!”

“Use my phone dummy! If you call him from your phone he’ll know you didn’t leave it there!” She opened her phone and before Willie realized what was happening, the phone was ringing on speaker.

“Hello?” Alex’s voice cracked through the phone.

Flynn looked at Willie and then back to the phone when he just sat there mouth agape.

“Um, hi. It’s Willie, not Flynn, I, um, left my phone in the studio and I’m on my way back to grab it.” They stuttered, hitting his head at his awkwardness.

“Oh alright. See you soon, then.”

“Yup. See ya.” Willie threw his head in his hands, their face turning bright red. Flynn ended the call and leaned against her wall with their arms crossed.

“You really are a disaster huh.” She teased.

Willie threw his pillow at them playfully and jumped off the bed. “I hate you.” He laughed.

“Love you too.” She grinned slyly. “Now, go tell your boyfriend he’s cool and you wanna kiss him!”

Willie groaned as he grabbed his things as Flynn shooed him out of her room.

***

“He’s coming back.” Alex said quickly. His friends shared the same look as they all “ooooooo”d at him.

“Guys stop! What do I do!” He cried.

“Man calm down, it’s alright.” Reggie consoled him.

“Why’re they coming back?” Julie asked turning her keyboard off so she can lean on the keys.

“Said they forgot their phone.” Alex replied.

“Mhm, right. Sure he did.” Luke teased. If he were closer Alex would’ve shoved him but he felt like he was glued to his seat.

“What do I do?” Alex asked again.

“I mean, we can keep rehearsing till he gets here if that’ll take your mind off of it?” Julie suggested.

God bless Julie. Alex nodded.

“I don’t know, it seems like he and Willie have some unfinished business.” Reggie winked.

“No! Nothing was happening! Nothing happened, it’s nothing. He just needs his phone back.” Alex tried to ignore his friends snickering but his mind flashed back to Willie on the couch in front of him. He really thought Willie had wanted to kiss him, but if how he left says anything, Alex must’ve misread the situation. They probably hated him.

“Dude, I can practically hear your thoughts and I promise you, he likes you.” Reggie assured him.

“You can’t know that for sure.” Alex mumbled, watching his drumstick twirl through his fingers.

“Maybe not but, we’ve all noticed how they look at you.” Luke cut in.

“It’s not exactly a secret.” Julie said sweetly.

“I just... I care about them a lot and what if you’re wrong and that’s just how he acts with his friends—”

“No, dude, we’re not letting you talk yourself out of this one.” Luke laughed.

“Seriously, Alex, you should go for it!” Reggie said encouragingly, walking around his drums to clap his shoulder.

Alex thought about it, he really did. He really thought for a second that he could do it, he could just lean forward and kiss him and they’d live happily ever after. But he over thought it, as usual.

“I don’t know. Maybe someday.” He shrugged.

“You can’t just wait for someday! You gotta go after what you want!” Luke exclaimed. Julie nodded.

Alex smiled at his friends. He appreciated their support but he couldn’t help but be afraid. Deep down, he knew they were right. He knew if Reggie had been just a minute later... But he still didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. Because there’s always that what if that won’t leave him alone.

There was a gentle knock on the garage doors as Willie stepped into view, he was hugging his arms and had a soft smile on his face. They carefully waved at everyone before he made eye contact with Alex, and suddenly it felt just like they were on the couch again. Just the two of them.

You know what. Maybe it’s time for someday.

Alex stood up from his drums and walked over to Willie, trying to act nonchalant. He heard Julie clear her throat to get the other two to stop staring at them and at least pretend to do something else.

“Hey.” Alex breathed.

“Hey.” Willie replied. “Can I actually see you, out here?” He asked shyly, nodding his head out side.

Alex nodded and followed Willie out of view of his band mates.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve looked for your phone before you got here but—” before Alex could finish his sentence Willie had cupped Alex’s face and pulled him into a kiss.

Alex felt like his heart had just exploded and he wasn’t completely sure if he was real anymore, but then he felt his hand rest on Willies cheek and he could confirm that yes, this was happening.

It didn’t last longer than a few seconds before Willie pulled away again. Their eyes searched Alex’s face for any sign of his emotion but Alex had completely stopped functioning and didn’t quite know what to do until he felt Willies grip on his face loosen.

“I’m sorry—” He tried to retract his hands but Alex held them in place, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He saw Willie’s worry fade and Alex pulled him back into a kiss. This one much softer, less rushed. No longer a question, but an answer.

They pulled apart and Alex noticed Willie shrinking down a bit and smiled to himself.

“Do you have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss me?” He asked cheekily.

Willie raised his eyebrows. “That’s the question you have right now?”

Alex nodded, his smile unmoving.

“I’m glad you have your priorities set.” Willie laughed.

“Definitely.” Alex whispered. “Priority number one, make you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me again.”

“You’re mean.” Willie pouted. Alex laughed and Willie gave him a playful shove before Alex pulled him back onto his tiptoes.

“It’s about time.” Reggie whispered as he Luke and Julie peeked around the door and watched their friend.

“Luke,” He stood up straight and held out his hand.

Luke groaned and fished for his wallet in his pockets, handing him a $20 bill.

“Thank you.” Reggie said smugly, pocketing the cash.

Julie laughed and shook her head at her friends and they all made their way back to their respective instruments. Julie pulled out her phone.

Flynn: did he do it??

Julie: yup. reggie’s $20 richer

Flynn: about time!! took those fools long enough, geez

Julie: really tho

Alex walked back into the studio a blushing smiley mess and sat at his drums again, not saying a word despite his friends staring at him expectantly.

He scanned their faces from his seat behind his drums.

“From the top?”

———

———

a/n: let it be known that reggie used that $20 to buy a fish and he named it Gil and he is the best fish dad ever

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi!! thank you for helping me find a fic the other day and for all your recent recs, I’ve loved seeing them pop up. I was wondering if you had any quick, fluffy fics that you can read before bed? I know that sounds sort of vague, but I hope you get the vibe I’m thinking of! x

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHH I love short quick reads, and I’ve definitely got some that you would enjoy!! I’m gonna also use this opportunity to also add another part to my short fics list!!! Check them out, I tag all my fics as best I can, so I hope y’all will enjoy!!

Happy Reading and Napping!!!! <3

FICS UNDER 2000 w. Pt 3

See also:  

Fics Under 2000 w.

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 2

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

Soft. Happy. Content. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 223 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Spooning, Morning After, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock reflects on his state of mind. Part 6 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

I Knew You Loved Me by inevitably_johnlocked (T, 743 w., 1 Ch. || Morning Cuddles, Fluff, Clingy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slice of Life, Morning After, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Declarations of Love, Pet Name, Bed Sharing, Snuggles) – John and Sherlock share a lie-in the morning after their first time. So fluffy and gross your teeth will fall out. Part 4 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Erotic Beyond Belief by bloodsoakedleather (E, 748 w., 1 Ch. || Autofellatio, Masturbation, PWP, Anal Fingering, Shameless Smut, Establish Relationship) – John watches as Sherlock demonstrates a particular talent. Part 1 of Johnlock Porny Ficlets

John Will Never Know by bloodsoakedleather (E, 775 w., 1 Ch. || Fantasy John, Masturbation, PIning Sherlock, Sexual Fantasy, Rimming, Cock Sucking, John’s Red Pants, Pants Sniffing, Coming in Pants, Mild Kink) – Sherlock indulges in a spot of self gratification with the aid of a stolen pair of red pants. Part 2 of Johnlock Porny Ficlets

Do You Wanna Study Together? by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 824 w., 1 Ch. || Kidlock, POV Sherlock, Different First Meeting, Fluff) – All he wanted to do was to be left alone and study in peace. Part 1 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Booted by Sexxica (E, 1,175 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped, Kidnapping, Handcuffs, Biting Kink, Blow Jobs, Coming in Pants, Tight Spaces, Humour, Smut, 69 Sex Position, BJ’s Through Pants) – John and Sherlock have been kidnapped, handcuffed, and stuffed together in a car boot. How come they can never take these situations seriously? Part 3 of the Tumblr Ficlets Gone Wild

Our Bodies Bend Light by lovetincture (G, 1,211 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Beekeeping, Retirement) – They got married. Of course they got married. Snapshots in a relationship. There's a jar of bees in the bookstore and a cottage in Sussex. Sherlock's not the marrying kind, and John's tried this once before, but they're Sherlock and John. Of course.

Loved. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 1,231 w., 1 Ch. || First Sherlock POV, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nose Kisses, Morning After, Love Confessions, Morning Cuddles, Emotional Sherlock, Sentiment, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock reflects on his relationship with John. Part 5 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

Santa Knows by Itsallfine (T, 1,719 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Party, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Matchmaking, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock and John both get exactly what they want from the Yard's secret Santa exchange. Pure holiday fluff.

The Stranger by LaKoda0518 (T, 1,844 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Fluff, First Kiss, For a Case, Mysterious Madman, Lonely John) – John Watson is standing on the platform waiting to board a train to his sister’s after being invalided home from Afghanistan. A chance meeting with a mysterious madman turns his world upside down and changes his life forever.

INEFFABLE HUSBANDS

Demon on the Ceiling by Laur (G, 851 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Apocalypse, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Light Humour, Comfort, Missing Scene, Fluff) – It's the first night of the rest of their lives and Crowley doesn't want to sleep alone.

Duh by ToEdenandBackAgain (G, 1,100 w., 1 Ch || Nanny Ashtoreth/Brother Francis, Warlock POV, Pining Idiots, Fluff, Flirting, Everyone Knows They’re Sweet on Each Other, Bribery With Candy) – Nanny, Warlock had decided, was a hypocrite.

you can dance in a hurricane, but only if you're standing in the eye by be_brave13 (G, 1,456 w., 1 Ch. || Non-Linear Narrative, Light Angst, 6000 Years of Pining / Slow Burn, POV Crowley, 5 and Ones, Idiots in Love, Song Fic) – 5 times Crowley knew he loved Aziraphale and the 1 time he knew Aziraphale loved him back (romantically).

The Gift by rfsmiley (G, 1,507 w., 1 Ch. || Crowley POV, Marriage Proposal, Fluff and Humour, Idiots in Love, Confused Crowley) – Crowley is stunned when, out of the blue, Aziraphale has a proposal. Yes, that kind.

anywhere i go you go, my dear by chamaenerion (G, 1,533 w., 1 Ch. || Post Armageddon’t, Panic Attacks, POV Aziraphale, Touching, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Protective Crowley, Anxious Crowley, Love Confessions, Snake Crowley, Clingy Crowley) – After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Crowley is reluctant to leave Aziraphale's side.

On a Sunday Afternoon by waltswhits (G, 1,793 w., 1 Ch. || Nanny Ashtoreth, Soft Idiots in Love, Nanny Takes Warlock to the Bookshop, Mutual Pining, Coming Out, Flirting, Fluff, Road Trip) – Nanny and Warlock sometimes go on weekend outings to London. Once, they went to a very special bookshop.

Falling simultaneously at different speeds by juiceboxjellyfish (G, 2,011 w., 1 Ch. || Moments in Time, Canon Compliant, Repression, Oblivious / Pining Aziraphale, Pining Crowley, Yearning, Longing, Light Angst, 6000 Year Slow Burn, Idiots in Love) – Despite the fact that Crowley and Aziraphale started falling for each other at virtually the same time, their experiences were drastically different. AKA Crowley has been pining since the beginning of time and Aziraphale takes like 6000 years to realise he's in love.

[prince-claremont-diaz]

Whatever We Become

Summary: In Lucas’ final year of high school before he has to face the real world, he comes across the new identical twins, Eliott and Leo. Needless to say, Lucas falls head over heels for both of them. 

Or The twin au absolutely no one asked for

Word Count: 2k

Ao3 version

Chapter Sixteen: We’re all here for you 

For the rest of the weekend, Lucas spent most of his time in bed, only occasionally getting up for food or the toilet. After getting home at almost midnight, after wandering around the city aimlessly for hours, he had done a poor job of cleaning and wrapping up his hand and then retreated to his bedroom for the rest of the night. He adamantly ignored his roommates' concerned questioning from the other side of the door, instead choosing to stay wrapped up in his duvet.

On Saturday evening, on his way back from the toilet again, Lucas noticed a piece of black fabric sticking out from under his shelf full of books, leaning down with knitted eyebrows as he lifted it up. As though burnt, he dropped it on the ground as he realised what it was; Eliott's hoodie.

Despite his best efforts to just ignore it, Lucas ended up wearing the hoodie for the rest of the weekend. It swallowed him whole, the sleeves going past his hands and the hem falling to mid thigh, allowing him to curl up in a tiny ball. He could smell Eliott every time he breathed in, filling his lungs with the familiar scent of cologne, a bit of smoke and something chocolatey.

At 2 in the morning on Monday, as Lucas curled up in the corner of his bed with Eliott's hood covering his head, Manon's voice filtered in through the bedroom door, accompanied by a hesitant knock. "Lucas?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

Before he could protest, the door creaked open and Manon stepped inside. She clicked the door shut behind her, leaning against the wall and looking at Lucas tucked into the corner.

"Manon, I don't wanna talk about it, okay?"

Manon shook her head, stepping closer to the bed. She had unmistakable tear tracks on her cheeks and in the low light of his table lamp, Lucas could see her eyes sparkling from unshed tears.

"Me neither," she replied in a whisper, "Can I maybe just… sit here for a while?" Lucas nodded, pulling aside his covers to allow her to climb in next to him. Wordlessly, she settled with her head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her. She sniffled, wiping away a tear from her cheek.

They stayed like that for a while, sitting together in comfortable and mutually melancholic silence. Despite the constant sinking feeling in his chest since Eliott's disappearance, Lucas felt a sort of solace like this, easily wrapped up with a close friend in quiet affection and empathy.

After a while, Manon finally spoke up, sitting up a little and looking down at the bed. "Lucas… your hand. What happened?" she asked. Lucas followed her gaze, suddenly remembering his poor hand.

"I thought we weren't talking about it."

"But you're hurt," Manon insisted, sitting up fully and trying to take his hand, "That looks really painful, Lucas."

Lucas pulled his hand away, as if her skin were made of fire. Manon gave him a look, shoulders slumping, a pleading look in her eyes. Lucas softened, taking a deep breath. Who was he to try to defy her motherly instincts? "The other night… after something happened, I was upset and took it out on a wall," he explained vaguely, fiddling with the corner of the gauze.

"Oh, Lucas." Manon delicately held his hand, inspecting the bandages up close, turning his hand over and around. "You want me to help bandage it properly? No more questions asked," she suggested, a tiny smile perking up in the corner of her lips. Lucas nodded quietly and then they clambered out of bed and out into the hall.

Once the bandage, which was covered in dark, dried blood, was off, Manon winced at the sight. Even Lucas had a double take. All of his knuckles were red and raw, bruised at the edges, skin slightly torn to reveal raw pink. His fingers were badly scraped up as well, painted with the ugly black and blue of his bruising. "Can you move your fingers?" Manon asked, looking away from his hand and up at Lucas. Carefully, Lucas was able to open and close his hand and fingers. Though it ached, he didn't feel anything out of place. "I don't think anything's broken, nothing's swollen and you can move them." Lucas nodded again.

Manon pulled the first aid kit out from behind the mirror and properly cleaned and used antiseptic on all the many cuts and gashes. Lucas hissed at the burning of the antiseptic but stayed otherwise silent as he let her fix him. Once that was finished, she moved on to wrapping the cuts with more bandages.

"Charles dumped me," she blurted after a few minutes, almost finished wrapping his hand up, "On Friday." She finished, letting go of his hand and leaning against the sink.

Lucas frowned deeper, heart sinking. He knew how Manon felt about Charles. Sure, Lucas always thought he was a bit of a prick, but when he made his friend happy, Lucas didn't care. But now. Now Lucas was having to hug her as she cried into his shoulder at 3 am in their bathroom because of him.

"Let's just go to bed," Lucas suggested once she had calmed down somewhat, reduced to just sniffles.

Manon nodded and without another word, a silent agreement between the two of them, they both went to sleep in Lucas' room.

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Lucas walked into school that morning like a dead man. He didn't bother fixing his hair or eating breakfast, only changing into a different hoodie besides Eliott's. His feet scuffed the pavement, ankles weighed down by invisible chains, hood pulled up, head down, running on only a couple hours of sleep. While Manon's presence had certainly helped somewhat, it had still been near impossible to get to sleep.

As he trudged into the courtyard, muttering a somber goodbye to Manon, he caught sight of Yann, Arthur and Basile standing in their usual spot, talking animatedly about something. Upon his entrance, the boys paused their conversation to greet him.

"Woah, hey, man. What the hell happened?" Yann asked once Lucas was close, glancing down at his bandaged hand and back at the deep purple bags under his eyes.

Lucas brushed his friend's comment away, swatting his uninjured hand dismissively. "It's nothing. Can we not talk about it?" His voice, which he had barely used all weekend since screaming for Eliott, came out harsh and scratchy and surprisingly bitter. He cleared his throat.

"You sure? We're always here for you. You know that," Arthur said, grabbing one of Lucas' shoulders comfortingly, a sympathetic smile on his face. Lucas shook his head. "Okay, man, that's okay. But we're still here if you change your mind," he added, ruffling Lucas' hair under the hood.

The bell for classes rang through the courtyard and Arthur, Yann and Lucas started to make their way into the building. Basile, however, stayed back. "Aren't we gonna wait for Eliott?" he asked, holding his arms up as if to say "Duh."

"I don't think he'll be coming, Bas," Lucas said bitterly, already starting towards the school once again.

The other four followed him towards the building and then Lucas and Arthur split off together to head towards Chemistry. "You sure you don't wanna talk about it? I'm all ears," Arthur said as they made their way down the science corridor together, pushing past others trying to get to class.

"Yes, Arthur. Just leave it," he snapped, scowling at his friend. "Please." He looked pleadingly at his friend.

"Okay," Arthur replied. After a beat, "Do you wanna hear about my weekend then? My mum said the most outrageous thing at dinner on Saturday…" And without any further mention of Lucas' issues, Arthur easily slipped into a usual rant about his mother.

After trying to write notes using his injured hand, Lucas was already starting to feel the extent of his injuries. Each time he gripped his pen too hard, his whole hand ached horribly, making him wince. Initially, Arthur stayed silent, watching him write through the pain without any comment.

But eventually, when the pain was too overbearing, making him clench his jaw and tears prick in his eyes, Arthur nudged his elbow, leaning closer. "I know you said to leave it, but that looks really painful. What happened?" Arthur asked, eyes pleading and concerned.

"It's so fucked up, Arthur."

"Okay, one second," Arthur said and then he was raising his hand. "Lucas' hand hurts, can I take him to the nurse?" Arthur carefully lifted Lucas' wrist to show his bandaged hand to their teacher.

"And why do you need to go with him?"

Arthur shrugged. "What if the pain is too much and he faints in the hallway? Someone's gotta catch him." he replied nonchalantly. Lucas gaped at his friend.

Not ten seconds later, they were both out in the hallway together. "Come on," Arthur whispered, grabbing his wrist and pulling Lucas along the corridor. Lucas stumbled after him for a few minutes until they reached an empty classroom, which Arthur promptly tugged him inside and settled on top of one of the desks.

"Why did you do that?" Lucas asked, sitting down in front of Arthur on another desk and fiddling with a loose strand of his bandage.

"More privacy. Less writing for your poor hand, too," Arthur said, as if it was nothing. As if he hadn't just done one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. "Did something happen with Eliott, then?" Arthur prompted, gesturing to Lucas' hand.

Lucas nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "It's so fucked up, Arthur, seriously," he replied, "We went on a date on Friday and he rented out this old theatre to watch some black and white movie just the two of us and it was… so good. It was wonderful…" Lucas trailed off, remembering how Eliott had looked in the faint glow of the screen, heart aching with the ghost of a memory.

"But he was acting sort of weird and jittery and going on about this crazy story about popcorn. Then he wanted to go for a walk even though the film wasn't over yet," he continued, heart picking up pace with a distant, constant worry. "He had a joint which we smoked as well while we walked, but then I sat down for a minute and I was distracted and he just...disappeared. I had no idea where he went and I had to call Leo." Lucas broke off, breathing heavily before he could finish. "Eliott had tried to jump off a bridge."

Arthur's eyes widened, eyebrows raising almost to his hair line. "Seriously?"

Lucas nodded again. "Leo came to the bridge and he yelled at me before he got a call that Eliott had been found," Lucas continued, voice hoarse and wobbly, "He told me Eliott's bipolar." Lucas finished his explanation with tears pricking his eyes, bitterness settling in his stomach along with butterflies flapping mercilessly in his gut.

"Fuck, Lucas," Arthur said, shaking his head in disbelief, "That must have been terrifying."

"It was. I had no idea where he went and he was talking about how we should die that night because we had peaked or something." Lucas lifted his bandaged hand weakly, looking at the raw skin of his fingers, which weren't covered by the bandage. "After Leo left, I punched a wall."

Arthur winced, screwing his eyes shut. "Do you… know if he's okay now? You said they found him, but if all that happened, I wouldn't be surprised if he was still feeling like shit," Arthur asked hesitantly.

Lucas scoffed. "Leo wouldn't even let me go with him to see him, so I don't fucking know," he remarked, a sour taste in his mouth, "All I know is that he's crazy."

"You know, I'm not an expert, but I'm guessing when Leo yelled at you, he was just scared for Eliott. If he's got an actual disorder, this sort of thing could have happened before, so he was probably just worried about that," Arthur pointed out, "I know for a fact that you sometimes snap at people when you're stressed or worried."

Lucas laughed bitterly. "Am I that awful of a friend?"

Arthur shook his head intently, slinging and arm around Lucas' shoulders and pulling him closer. "I'd say you're a pretty good friend even when you're a stressed out ball of anger," he replied with a light chuckle, "But really. Just give them both time."

"But Arthur, do I need to have two crazy people in my life? I don't know if I can handle that."

Arthur squeezed his shoulders, pulling away just slightly to look him in the eyes. "You like Eliott a lot, right?" he asked.

Lucas nodded. "More than I've ever liked anyone else. He was… he was special…"

"Then isn't he worth it?" he asked, pulling away to clamber off of the desk. "If you really like him more than anyone else, if he's really that special, I think it's worth it. He's definitely worth at least trying, I think." Arthur held onto Lucas' shoulders, holding onto his gaze. "Eliott's a good guy, Lucas. It's obvious he makes you happy, so I wouldn't let him go so easily just because it's hard." Lucas sniffled and only then did he notice his cheeks were wet.

"Do you really think I'm capable of that?" he asked faintly, cheeks flushed and damp. He glanced up at Arthur, pulling his lower lip in between his teeth.

"If you can tolerate Bas, I'm certain you can handle anything," Arthur joked, lightly pushing his shoulder. He frowned again. "But really, Lucas. You've got a whole lot of love to give and I think Eliott deserves to get some of that."

Lucas huffed a laughed, wiping his nose on his sleeve and blushing once again. "Thanks, Arthur," he muttered sincerely, shooting Arthur a small yet grateful smile.

"Anytime," Arthur replied, pulling Lucas to a standing position to give him a proper bear hug, squeezing him tightly. "Now we should probably go back to class before they realise we definitely aren't in the nurse's office." Arthur pulled away from the hug and together they walked back into the corridors and made their way back to class.

Lucas felt just a little bit lighter after that.

AN Sorry for the radio silence on this fic, I started taking another class and I have virtually no free time anymore. 

[spnreactionblogging]

the heroes’ journey

SPOILERS BELOW

oh it's the garth episode, I know because he's in the recap

also congrats dj qualls for coming out

I loved garth and i'm glad to see him back

clair de lune sure is a choice for this scene

I'm totally fucking blanking on what kind of SPN monster she is to have a spike like that

even if you didn't know garth was in this episode you could tell that guy was gonna be a werewolf because of how they cast werewolves in all TV ever

i love sam cooking...

I'm here for the high-density amount of piano in this episode thus far

sam sweetheart where the fuck are your oven mitts

honestly I fucking love seeing them deal with regular everyday bullshit like this, it's refreshing

"regular jackoffs" as they'd say on metalocalypse

written by andrew dabb so should be mostly okay

DEAN: It's Garth. [picks up] Hey, Garth. GARTH: Hey Dean, it's Garth. DEAN: [gestures to Sam like "duh"]

this is the most relatable Dean's been in several seasons, I feel this every day of my life

a "no good, very bad day" invokes a book I loved as a kid and I appreciate this

does he have twins named sam and dean? I feel like I already knew this maybe but can't remember

I absolutely do believe garth that dean smells good especially since he has not fought anything today

AHAHHAHHAHAH SAM AND CASTIEL THANK YOU GARTH

AMAZING

AMAZING A++++++++ i'm living

just little narcissist injury things, not having someone's kid named after you but having the kid named after your brother and friend

oh a wraith, with the stabby shit. that's right.

did dean just crack his tooth on a candy

oh yeah garth's a dentist.

I love the idea of garth being a werewolf dentist, I'm so happy for him. that's mutual aid, man

dean when is the last time you went to a dentist, honestly. have you ever gone. dean do you floss. this is america what am I talking about you haven't been to the dentist since mary died

"the giant's crying"

I like her stuffed wolf

17 cavities jesus christ

I feel like sam takes scoville units seriously, especially after the ghost pepper thing in the earlier episode

I love dean in this nitrous-oxide induced dream outfit, I love how much jensen is excited to dress up lmao

goddamn jensen and dj are excellent tap dancers?? nicely done

GARTH: We love 50 Shades. BESS: We do. BOTH LAUGH SAM: Who's the hero in that? GARTH: The point is--

god. GOD

"for the first time in your lives you're having normal people problems. you need to get a colonoscopy, stat"

glkdjlkdjfgldfkgjdflgk

"the furrowed brow and the puppy eyes, that never actually works for you does it?"

fucking owned, sorry sam

a grenade launcher jesus christ

seven grilled cheeses sounds delicious but also yes diarrhea inducing

oh he's puking instead well there you go

willing to bet this is just chuck wanting them to fight to the death in a cage fight

cutty is having them do final destination no items

I love the like UFC or whatever intro, the fucking mugshots

DEAN: Just how I wanted to die - with a freaking audience.

oh dean... fourth wall jokes

picking locks is tough, actually

the like winchester family leitmotif was surprisingly sad in this moment despite goofy circumstances

"shirts off" lmao

"C4, a hunter's best friend!" solid snake feels the same way

I love that garth's hat makes it look like he has floppy puppy ears

DEAN: This Cas keeps looking at me weird. SAM: So kind of like the real Cas.

TIL about the cologne/aftershave hai karate

well that was sweet. I miss garth.

interesting that in the last episode chuck's like "oh no what if the whole world was monsters!!!!!!!!!!! that would be so bad!!!!!!!!" but here we have garth as a werewolf dentist, like. that's pretty wholesome

I rewatched the tap dancing scene because it's just so damn good, I'm glad they're able to use these gorgeous sets and the talents of the cast, the wardrobe department, the camera and lighting crew, all of it to make this come together. make the most of these tools and talents before it's over, why the hell not

[isakashi]

deaf Klance? like both of them? do u have any headcanons bc ive got a tub of popcorn and Would Like to Know More

cracks my knuckles cause yes i do mean both

-lance was born hearing and he lost some of it when he got meningitis as a toddler. he wears hearing aids and they’re blue cause duh it’s his favorite color. he usually calls himself hoh (hard of hearing).

-meanwhile keith was born deaf and he has cochlear implants. he doesn’t use them cause they give him a headache if he wears them for too long. also the cochlear implants are black. and he calls himself deaf.

-they’re both fluent in ASL. ASL is keith’s mother tongue while for lance it’s more of a second/third language. nonetheless, they can Actually Communicate Without Barriers.

-back at the garrison they were pretty much the only deaf students there and they were bullied by Those Damn Hearing Students. it got so bad for keith that he dropped out (i know he was kicked out in canon but shh). lance was close to dropping out as well until, of course, he and 4 certain other people found the blue lion……

-all the other members of Voltron already knew about lance and keith being deaf aside from Allura and Coran. once they found out, they were cool with it.

-imagine Those Iconic Klance Lines…. but in ASL. ur welcome.

-these dorks are mutually pining i swear. imagine lance flirting with keith in ASL and keith attempts to flirt back but he gets flustered so he hides his face in his hands.

-they go on their first date but unfortunately the place they went to is too loud for either of them to hear anything. but thats okay because they can sign!!!!! so they do that. after that they get together and become Official.

-their first kiss was on a moon where one could see nebulas in the sky while laying down in a field. they said “i love you” to each other and the kisses were Soft. cue them grinning like dorks when they go back onto the castle-ship and everyone eyeing them with a smug look (”i told you they would kiss, you owe me money!”).

you have no idea how much i could yell about this so imma end it here

[felicityollies]

rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @bazingagubicorn & @coal000 thank you!!

1. drink: coffee 2. phone call: my admissions counselor for school  3. text message: my mom 4. song you listened to:  "Miracles Happen” Jonny Blu 5. time you cried: a couple days ago 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yep 8. been cheated on: eh 9. lost someone special: yeah 10. been depressed: yeah 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

3 favourite colours

12. purple 13. lime green 14. blue

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: no? i’m under like no one’s radar lmaooo 19. met someone who changed you: no 20. found out who your friends are: yes 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: on the cheek

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them 23. do you have any pets: yes 24. do you want to change your name: technically i already did 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went out to eat with my fam ((and hvff chicago was my birthday present if that counts)) 26. what time did you wake up: 7ish  27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 28. name something you can’t wait for: ummmmmmmm 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: two hours ago 31. what are you listening to right now: Guy’s Grocery Games 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I have no idea 33. something that is getting on your nerves: the fact i haven’t been able to get a hold of my therapist so I can reschedule my appointment.  34. most visited website: Tumblr/ao3/Twitter 35. hair colour: dark brown 36. long or short hair: short 37. do you have a crush on someone: eh 38. what do you like about yourself: well i think i’m hilarious 39. piercings: seven 40. blood type: B+ 41. nickname: bev 42. relationship status: married to olicity 43. zodiac: sagittarius  44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: arrow & charmed 46. tattoos: three 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: tonsils and adenoids  50. sport: marathon fanfic writing 51. vacation: i think hvff counts as my last vacation 52. pair of trainers: what

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: nothing at the moment 54. drinking: also nothing i’m being lazy 55. I’m about to: probably go read 56. waiting for: financial aid to come through so i can register for classes and avoid taking a Speech class bc no. Nooooo no thank you.  57. want: happines for my family, mutuals, the world me 58. get married: ♪someday♪ 59. career: writerrr of some sort 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: older 64. nice arms or nice stomach: arms 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: ehhhhh  67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: yah 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: yep 70. turned someone down: yes 71. sex on the first date: have i? no. would i? it depends 72. broken someone’s heart: maybe?  73. had your heart broken: yes 74. been arrested: lolno 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: yes  DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: not as much as i should 78. miracles: yes 79. love at first sight: yes 80. santa clause: duh 81. kiss on the first date: yes 82. angels: i believe in demons so i suppose it would make sense to believe in angels as well, huh?  OTHER: 84. eye colour: hazel 85. favourite movie: too many movies

tagging: @blackcanarydinah @muslimsmoak @sarwhat @imusuallyobsessed @yellowflicker09011996 @queensoverwatch @olivequeenz @dmichellewrites

[tallsy]

I dont understand, the first description is accurate to canon? He WENT DOWN THERE FOR POLITICS like... this was the whole purpose??? Of the alliance??????? He really wanted her help and he was 50/50 on whether it was appropriate to bend the knee--because it was a political act and there was a political trade-off if he bent the knee or didn't. What finally convinced him was seeing Dany show up and be brave to save them, seeing what she lost and how it affected her, seeing how shaken she was by the army of the dead, and then he was moved by her gesture to offer him aid without price. He decided she was worthy of what was a massive political gesture, and he did it because he believed in her as a leader, because it affirmed her commitment to North. He was able to decide to do that without further hesitation because of his admiration for her. But his affection doesn't make it less of a heavy political decision.

All of those things just tipped the scale on what was a political conversation from beginning to end.

WE SPENT 6 EPISODES ON THE POLITICS THAT WAS THE FOUNDATION OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. I don't... understand...how that is bad? It's literally what happened.

I think in our general state of beings as cynical peons of nations with varying levels of government corruption, we all tend to respond to the idea of something being politically motivated as "bad".

But like... Jon and Dany fell in love in a political storyline. Their mutual concepts of political service is the foundation of their ideas of themselves in s7. It's the language they communicated in. Politics isn't bad for these two it's *their entire love story*. And politics will always come first between them--they said as much. That's what makes it poignant.

This is like me pointing at Mulder and Scully and saying "maybe their relationship happened because of work reasons". duh.

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