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[dragonflylady77]

What if the Harringtons show up one day and Billy is in the kitchen in just sweatpants and making coffee and they have no idea who Billy is because they've been away so long and they're all, excuse me, who are you and why are you in our house, you need to leave this instant before I call the police. And Steve comes down the stairs, wrapped in a sheet, hickeys all over, and he's like, can you not call the cops on my husband thank you.

You can now find a little bit more here then here.

[dragonflylady77]

I ACTUALLY WROTE TODAY!

First time since my surgery 6 weeks ago... It felt so good.

Pizza delivery boy Steve is about to get lucky...

[lavenderleahy]

between my stupid parks & rec fic, my current 911 bee fic, and the destiel fic harmony & tess inspired me to write (tfw gets trapped in a pizza vending machine, it's fine), I think my trademark as a writer is just going to be crack fics.

[roylustang]

I have finally started writing the next chapter of my fic 🙌🏻

[dragonflylady77]

Burrito Steve

It started with this: What if the Harringtons show up one day...

Then this: Steve takes another sip of coffee...

And now I'm 1.4k into writing an actual fic... So have a little bit more:

“How-how long have you been married?” Steve’s mother asks while his father is still staring, looking like he might pass out.

“What’s the time?” Steve gratefully takes the mug of coffee that Billy hands him and gives him a quick peck on the lips. Proper kissing will have to wait until his parents are not in the room. 

“Thanks, babe.”

“Eight a.m.” His father slowly puts his phone back in his jacket pocket and turns fully towards Steve and Billy.

“So that’s…” Steve tries to work out how long since the ceremony the day before but maths was never his strong suit.

“Sixteen hours, pretty boy,” Billy says, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“We’ve been married for sixteen hours.”

[pctaldrunk]

it's a headcanons night baby (they're only sort of related, so, different posts, shh). After months (maybe literal years), we have returned to Ro's series on J.in G.uangyao.

I was thinking about how in a great deal of circumstances when J.in G.uangyao likes someone - the less likely he is, almost, to accept any promises from them. Which - sounds counterintuitive, and it is, but - he knows he can't handle the emotional ramifications of someone he genuinely cares for and believes in go back on or retract their word, as they inevitably sometimes have to (and I do think he knows better than most that there is a circumstance for everything). Like everything with him - it's kind of a trust thing, though I feel even the people he trusts...will have to deal with this some, until something can resolve. Because he carries these walls with him from the beginning of his narrative - maybe from the beginning of his life.

The tragedy of his mother and the rather violent rejection from his father begins this thought process - and arguably I think, the events during, following, and after s.unshot, cements for him - that it only hurts worse and puts you in a worse position when you allow yourself to have any expectations or to believe in things that are subject to change. It's pessimistic but I think he genuinely prepares for and accepts it when people do turn on him...relatively quickly. He may or may not take measures, dependent on his level of panic and ability and energy availability to care about the outcome - but he accepts it very quickly. You can see that in G.uanyin T.emple - never let it be said that he wasn't shocked, because truly he was played, but he rolled with it, you know? Whether or not that screams repression - is a different headcanon, truly.

Likewise, I think it's hard for him to accept or consider someone's regard for him as the Solution to His Problems (tm), the sum of his worth or even a viable backup plan - feelings are fickle, feelings change, feelings can be acted - when you're stuck in a brothel, it's better to earn money yourself than to hope for someone to buy your contract. A relationship, whether that's platonic or romantic, is not a safety net he's willing to fall on. Barring his mother, he has accepted that it's easier if love is conditional, even if he is exhausted by it, because fulfilling his end of the bargain when he knows what it is is easier, safer and eons more reliable than counting on the ever elusive and easily changed thing known as human hearts. He's known to be eager to please - or rather, he's eager to bring something more substantial and demanding, shall we say, of attention and admiration, to the table other than being the blurry and mystifying concept of "a person another person likes."

[dragonflylady77]

Oh! Oh! Oh!

So a few years back I wrote a short fic that takes place after Buffy and Spike close the doors and leave the Potentials to fend for themselves...

It's called A Bold Move For A Slayer and it's pretty much the only time I wrote Spuffy fanfic (in my years of beta-ing for Spuffy authors...)

7x12 POTENTIAL Buffy The Vampire Slayer

[bobcatmoran]

Just because I wanna get it down before I forget, stuff from working as an election judge yesterday:

167 new voters registered, in a precinct that had ~2900 registered voters when the polls opened.

Lots and lots of kiddos who came to the polls with their parents and got "Future Voter" stickers, which they were almost always pumped about, though a few asked for the same "I Voted" sticker that their parents got.

A few hostile voters upon being told that their precinct had changed since they last voted, but they all took the directions to their actual new voting spot and left without more than being like, "This is BS, I voted here last time, how dare you."

Only one actual freakout that I saw, from a voter who, when he put his ballot in the tally machine, was told that he'd overvoted (voted for more candidates than allowed) in at least one race. He was given the standard option of choosing to have his ballot count for all races except what he'd overvoted for or to have his ballot returned, have that ballot spoiled, and get a new one to fill out, hopefully correctly. He decided to get his ballot returned and then yell at the ballot judges, at which point I, who was on the greeter/troubleshooting position, nudged the Head Judge to use his deescalation training. It worked, thankfully.

A woman a couple decades older than me who came in and said she'd never voted before. I congratulated her for coming in once I got her registered.

Another woman who asked which parties Trump and Harris belonged to, because she "wanted to make sure [she] was voting for the right one." (the answer was that their parties were listed next to them on the ballot)

1000 voters reached by 3:30. An overall turnout, including the 1/3ish of the registered voters who'd voted abesentee, of about 84%.

Having to join an election judge of the opposite party in emptying out the ballot bin of the voting machine mid-afternoon (with a sign posted to explain what we were doing — fortunately the machine design let folks continue submitting ballots while we scooped them out) because it was in danger of filling up since it's only built to handle about 1000 ballots. We filled one of our two cardboard ballot boxes to the brim and then sealed and signed it, per procedure.

The owner of the donut shop across the street dropping off a couple boxes of unsold pastries for the election judges once the store closed for the day

High drama with both the DFL and GOP poll challengers, the former having a LOT of questions to the point where our Head Judge was like, "I have other things I have to do, why do you not know this," and the GOP challenger being grumpy at being moved to a plae where he couldn't see what we were all entering on the tablets we were using to sign in/register ballots.

Later on in the day, both the DFL and GOP poll challengers expressing thanks that our precinct was run like a well-oiled machine with friendly and helpful election judges, and they didn't have to deal with any drama

Almost a dozen new voters being registered by the — as far as I know — uniquely Minnesotan procedure where a registered voter in the precinct can vouch for a new voter, signing a form where they basically say, "Yes, I swear this person is legally able to vote and lives at this location in the precinct, and I know this personally."

Recording the write-ins and running into two separate ballots where they filled in "Mickey Mouse" and "Donald Duck" for pretty much every judicial race

The family who came in with their kids in school uniforms with a private religious school's logo embroidered on their uniforms, and complained while waiting in line that this precinct had a voting location located at this particular church while the affiliated church for their children's school was not a voting location.

Voting locations here are based on wherever is willing to offer a polling place with no cost to the city. There are some municipal voting locations (the library, civic center, fire stations), but they're not enough for all the precincts, and since schools are in session on Election Day locally and don't want a bunch of strangers around the kids while churches are generally not used on Tuesdays, a *lot* of voting locations are at churches that volunteer for it.

In other words, this couple's complaints about not having a voting location at their church is entirely the fault of their church board.

Big shout-out to my fellow Election Judges, regardless of party — I know 1/2 of them were not from my party, but aside from one gal who had some questions that I side-eyed, but still did her job, and another I was assigned to do something because we're registered from different parties, I had NO idea which party any of them were registered for, because we all genuinely worked to ensure everyone who came in could cast a ballot if they legally could and worked with them to find as many possible solutions that we could. Lots of, "can this person vouch for you?" "Do you have any of these documents? Can you show me one on your phone, that's perfectly ok, it just needs to have your name and current address!"

So glad that our briefing about where the fire extinguishers were located was never used.

[rlyehtaxidermist]

going to put my political data science hat on: if you don't vote, every candidate will assume you never would have voted.

american politics - outside of local level races where people actually might have novel ideas before the federal level parties crush them out of them - runs on the assumption that you are either Always On One Side, or a Persuadable Centrist. if you don't vote, you are assumed to Not Care About Politics, or to be On One Side but suppressed by the (very real not downplaying that) legal efforts to curtail voter participation among certain demographics. in either case, Not Voting is not going to register as anything that merits a change in the platform. if anything, they'll look at the drop in participation and think "we need to be more centrist"

i'm not telling you to vote for biden. i'm telling you to vote in a way that biden's stats people have to look at the results and say "well shit buddy we lost votes of people who vote, because of this thing specifically".

a friend of mine has already said he'll be writing in Rachel Corrie in the DFL primary. idk if that's the best option - I'm always leery of turning a person into a political symbol, especially posthumously - but it's going to take something like that, not just "all options bad no vote", to actually impact the political environment

[ussenterpeen]

TED LASSO characters wanted for @denouementrpg

denouement is a post-to-play pan/multifandom roleplaying game built on a world of unique lore, constant sitewide and personal plots, and a strong member base. Members are able to write traditional, novella-style threads on either the Jcink forum or the Discord, engage in real time group roleplay via Cbox or Discord, or supplement character interactions with rapidfire Discord threads, one-shots, and communications (texts/group chats).

Hi! I'm Jeebies and I write Ted Lasso on Denouement. I would love to see some more Ted Lasso characters on the site! I think there's a lot of potential for new storylines, unexpected character growth, and new relationships.

rebecca welton (platonic, antagonistic, or romantic) jamie tartt (platonic or antagonistic) roy kent (platonic or antagonistic) keeley jones (platonic) coach willis beard (platonic)

Click to view the application I've written for Ted. Right now, he is a coach in the Euros region, working for the Denouement Football League (DFL), a football league founded by Rebecca (who was formerly written by another member).

I've taken Ted from his (more or less) last appearance on the show, but what's nice about Denouement is that characters can be pulled from any point in their timeline, meaning that there can be any number of interpersonal clashes depending on when you take any of the above characters from. Imagine season one Jamie squaring off against season three Roy, or season three Rebecca trying to reestablish her friendship with season one Keeley.

Above, I have noted potential dynamics I'd be interested in exploring with the respective characters. I'm super open to almost any kind of plot -- angst, fluff, silly goofs, or serious stories -- with any of the above characters. I am a fan of Ted and Rebecca, but I don't need the romantic aspect if you're not interested! Their friendship is so important to me.

If you're interested in chatting, or checking out the site, feel free to swing by the official Discord and say hi!

[dragonflylady77]

And then they meet under the bleachers and end up kissing. It's awkward at first but then they really get going because it's nice and it feels good and they don't want to stop and Steve lets it slip that his parents aren't home and they could go back to his house, because a bed is better than the back of the Camaro, and more private, and oh there's a jacuzzi at his house and fuck, Billy wants to be naked with Steve like he's never wanted anything else in his miserable life.

So they do that. And it's a fucking revelation for both of them. Billy already knew he was into guys, but never expected to find someone in this podunk town, especially someone like Steve, all soft and sweet and perfect, but with a mean streak too. And Steve, he realises that Billy is someone he never expected, never planned for, but with his loose curls and his golden skin and wicked tongue -- oh god the things he does with his tongue -- well Billy is everything he never knew he wanted.

Nancy who?

Billy gets a box of chocolates for valentines day from a girl he hooked up with 3 weeks ago. He went down on her and she saw Jesus or something and has been a real slut for Billy since. But he doesn't even like chocolate. And he's a man and doesn't need sweets or kindness and Neil would beat his faggot ass for coming home with a heart shaped box of chocolates. So he knows he has to get rid of them, wants to, like right now. There he is in the hallway with the box under one arm and the other arm bent to wipe at his mouth and there's Steve Harrington, head down, his dumb friends a ways behind him. He was right there and Billy thrust out the box and said, Here.

Steve stopped, catching the box to his stomach, looking between it and Billy twice before saying, What?

For you Pretty Boy, Billy grinned, all teeth, pulling out his cigarettes. He couldn't be caught with fuckin candy; what was that girl's name anyway? Stephanie? Susan?

Oh, Steve says. He's looking at the box in his hands and his eyes are all crinkled like he's thinking hard. Billy pulls a cig from his pack and puts it to his mouth for something to mouth out, pretend he's chewing, trying not to gnash at. Uh, Steve says, For you.

And he's holding out a rose. A single red rose wrapped in plastic and a red ribbon. Billy looks at it for a second, because what, and then he's taking it. Grabbing the rose from Steve's fingers with his own, holding it between them. Steve moved his feet then shuffled his heart shaped box and said, Yeah, I was stupid and got it for someone who wouldn't want it but you, I mean, you should have it. It's yours.

Billy thought of the little ex girlfriend and looked up at Steve's face. He still had that furrowed brow, but he looked up at Billy too and he didn't flinch. No hesitation, just some kind of determination. Some kind of stupidity, if you asked Billy.

What the hell, Tommy Hagan says from behind them, his girl holding a bouquet of pink flowers. You guys fags now or something?

Steve laughed, outright laughed in Tommy's face and called out, What's it to you, asshole? Jealous? Then he turns back to Billy, his smile softening to something he's never shown Billy before and he says, Meet me at the bleachers after school, Hargrove, followed by a wink. A wink at Billy. The type of wink Billy would give girls to get them to take off their skirts, a wink that would make even old ladies blush. Billy can't help it, he cackles into the hall with all his teeth and he's smiling and smiling.

Sure thing, Harrington, he croons. He licks his canines in Steve's direction and he turns towards the door with his red rose and his cigarette and his empty mouth full of teeth. Happy fucking valentine's day to me, he thinks, and bites the rose right off it's bud.

[birdylion]

AU asks: Hörk SM AU & Pferdehof AU bc I will literally never stop thinking about them!

For this ask game.

These are both Tatort Saarbrücken fanfiction WIPs.

Pferdehof AU

This story is set in the summer before the all-defining shovel incident. Leo has to take care of his sister's horse while she's sick, and of course takes Adam with him. Leo discovers that he might be attracted to guys, Adam has the horse girl adventure we all used to dream about, in which he befriends the most notoriously difficult horse in the stable and learns some self worth.

written in collaboration with @shakespearerants

Here's some background headcanons for the story that didn't make it into the story so far, but are in the back of my head when I write it:

For this story, Leo comes from a rather bourgeois home: a family of academics, mother teaches at the uni, children are supposed to get a good education and go to uni as well.

Both parents work a lot and aren't available most of the time. There's a grandfather who takes care of Leo and Caro.

I imagine that adult Leo won't have a close relationship with his parents; his grandfather probably dies some time between this and the first episode.

I remember from the Spatort Audiopsie that the school they used for filming the flashback schoolyard scene in DfL was the Ludwigsgymnasium and I used that as a headcanon for this story's version of Leo and Adam. The Ludwigsgymnasium focuses on classical languages (Latin, ancient Greek). I headcanon that Leo goes there because his parents are academics in the humanities and approve of this profile. He doesn't live in this part of town and has to take the bus to get there.

Meanwhile, Adam does go there because he lives close, even though his father would rather send him to the Rotenbühl Gymnasium (which has a focus on sport), but that's too far away / not practical, so … well, Roland has to make up for this lack in education by "helping" with Adam's "training".

Adam absolutely speaks dialect. His parents speak it, he learned it, and he had to take care to learn high standard German in school. Leo's family doesn't speak dialect at home, even though both his parents speak it. But being academics, they went away for their studies and for work, so they trained themselves out of it and that stuck. Even now that they've been back in Saarland for at least almost two decades, they both speak standard high German at home and that's what the kids learned as a first language. They both learned speaking dialect in kindergarten and primary school though. In Gymnasium, both Adam and Leo speak standard high German, so they speak it with each other too even though they both know how to speak the dialect.

Caro's foster horse / shared horse (Reitbeteiligung) is in a stable in the region Bliesgau, so their grandfather always drives her there after school. Now that she's sick and he takes care of her, he can't drive Leo to the stable, which is why he and Adam have to take the bike. This is the landscape in which their summer adventure takes place:

SM AU

inspired by @shakespearerants and @evolutionsbedingt

This started out as a spanking kink PWP. It is still "PWP" … if we change the definition to "porn with plot" and define plot as "character development". Basically, after the events of Die Kälte der Erde, Leo and Adam have very much under-negociated but mutually wanted kinky sex in which Leo spanks Adam.

Headcanons and background for this story (and its related stories, as this is growing into a series in which they pine after each other and learn to communicate):

Leo is very repressed and doesn't dwell on his desires. He wears an armor of "should" and "must" and acts how he's supposed to be, and fails to recognise that this is not all he wants to be and do.

As an older teenager and young twenty-something, he used to be fascinated with BDSM and regularly attended meetings of the German BDSM youth association (SMJG). He correctly identified that there was something in it that spoke to him, and even took part in a workshop or two.

I hc him as hetero-leaning bisexual, but when Adam disappeared, he shoved down any feelings and desires he might have had for him (consciously or not, I haven't decided for this story). That in combination with period-typical (early 2000s) casual homophobia means that he mostly ignored his attraction to men in his teens and early 20s.

That also means his experiences in the BDSM community were through a very hetero lense. He was interested, fascinated even, and he didn't dislike it - just, he never found his place in the community, never found a kink he could claim was his. He liked trying things out, so he's not exactly inexperienced, but also when he had kinky sex, it wasn't due to his own desires, but out of an desire to make his partners happy. His own happiness never factored into it, and so there wasn't anything he could say he desired. He acted very much as a service top, and eventually stopped going there because apparently (so he thought) he just wasn't that much into it. Well.

For this story, Adam was unhappy in Berlin. He had superficial acquaintances and was never alone, but he was still lonely and didn't have truly close connections. There was nothing holding him there, and the more he noticed that, the more he idealised the connection he used to have with Leo in their youth. So when the opportunity arose, he didn't hesitate to move, because there was nothing that was hard to leave behind.

I do imagine that he used to have a pretty active sex life in Berlin. Meanwhile his first few months in Saarbrücken are the longest dry spell since he started having sex. He already knows that he likes it rough, but I hc that it always stayed rather vanilla in practice.

I didn't set out to do it, but the way I'm writing him, this story features an aro-spec Adam.

When he was in Berlin and hadn't set foot into Saarbrücken in 1.5 decades, it was easy to think that everything was well now, that his past didn't still haunt him. He genuinely thought that he had dealt with it. Perhaps even that he would be glad to be back - because Saarbrücken has Leo. But coming back there just brought everything up again that he had buried but not dealt with.

Apparently unpopular headcanon, but my interpretation of the films and especially my headcanon for this story is that when Adam came back to Saarbrücken, he and Leo were not instantly 100% in sync. The beginnings of it are there, but there's no stability in it. Adam's sudden reappearance throws Leo off track, and Adam doesn't deal well with being back in Saarbrücken, trauma-wise. So they have to find each other again.

In the early days, I imagine the following between them: familiarity, insecurity, erotic tension, uncertainty, cautiousness, curiosity. They're pretty good at instantaneous nonverbal communication, but never talk about the big questions, so the tension rises until it all comes crashing down in the PWP after KdE.

[vynmin]

╰┈➤Announcement for Chapter 2 DFL

: ̗̀➛ CH2 Drop : Hey guys I know it's been a while since chapter 1 of DFL came out but I wanted to let you guys know chapter 2 drops next Friday (2/24/23)! Writing the story line for chapter 2 took a bit longer because of school and its length but I promise it’s much longer and waaaay more interesting than chapter 1. I am working on finishing up and editing the chapter for the Friday release, but I hope you guys really enjoy the chapter. 

: ̗̀➛ Taglist : If you guys want to be added to the taglist for the series give the announcement a comment or go over to the taglist page and like that post.

ꕥ I also want to express how surprised and grateful I am for all the likes and attention chapter 1 has gotten and all the new followers from the fic just dropping. I hope you guys continue to enjoy the fic and if you guys have anything you guys would want to read, asks are always on and please let me know!  - Ღ Vynnie

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[dragonflylady77]

"Billy?" Steve wipes the sleep from his eyes and tries to remember where he is. He feels really good but isn't sure why.

His boyfriend's muffled reply provides an answer.

Steve's fully awake now. His hand drifts down to rest on Billy's head, fingers tangling in the curls.

"When I asked you to wake me up, this is not exactly what I had in mind."

Billy pulls his mouth off Steve's cock just long enough to ask, "You complaining, pretty boy?"

Steve's answer is a garbled moan as Billy does that thing with his tongue on the head of Steve's cock.

Steve lets his head fall back on the pillow and gives himself to the pleasure coursing through his body.

Billy's mouth is better than any alarm clock Steve's ever had.

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[dragonflylady77]

Steve's Pick

Billy/Steve | Teen | 1.5k

No Upside Down, First Kiss, Flirty Banter

Square: A2 - Love At First Sight for @billyhargrovebingo

Summary:

Steve heard the bell chime when a customer walked in so he looked up and who the fuck was the sex god who’d just walked into Family Video?

Steve was barely paying attention to whatever Henderson was saying anymore and only barely remembered to warn the kid with a distracted, “Sorry, customer, gotta go,” before he clumsily put the receiver down, his eyes still on the hot stranger. 

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“So you’ll do it?”

Steve sighed, wishing his shift would end already so he could go home and crash, instead of listening to whatever issue Dustin had had with Mike fucking Wheeler. Again. He looked at the clock. Half an hour to go. Wednesday afternoon shifts usually dragged but this one had to be the worst one ever.

“Steve? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Dustin, fine, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, never happier that the shop was currently deserted. He guessed that everyone was at the movies, catching the new releases. Lucky them.

“Steeeeeeeve!”

Henderson’s whiny voice pulled him back into the present.

“Oh my god, what? I’m at work, you know that right?”

“I am aware. But I also know there is no one there. It’s Wednesday, Steve. So will you tell Mike you agree we should let Max in the Party?”

Steve heard the bell chime when a customer walked in so he looked up and who the fuck was the sex god who’d just walked into Family Video?

Steve was barely paying attention to whatever Henderson was saying anymore and only barely remembered to warn the kid with a distracted, “Sorry, customer, gotta go,” before he clumsily put the receiver down, his eyes still on the hot stranger. 

He looked like he was around Steve’s age and was wearing the familiar Hawkins Community Pool fire engine red shorts, matched with a black button down with weird flowers that vaguely looked like figs on it. But he’d only buttoned the bottom two buttons and Steve was absolutely failing in his effort to tear his eyes away from the guy’s golden chest.

Steve was so glad it was Robin’s day off and that Keith hadn’t bothered to come in today. He wouldn’t have been able to deal with either of their ridiculing remarks at the amount of unabashed staring he was doing right now.

The most perfect chest Steve had ever seen stopped on the other side of the counter and Steve lifted his eyes to take in the face of an angel. Blue eyes like the ocean he’d only seen on TV, a dusting of freckles over his nose, curls of the lightest brown, almost blond, and a mouth made for kissing. 

Fuck.

“Hey there,” the beautiful stranger said. Goddamn if his voice wasn’t just husky enough to make Steve’s dick stir in his pants from that one word.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video, I’m Steve. What can I do to you, um, I mean, for you?”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up and half expected to get punched for his slip up but the stranger laughed instead—the most enchanting laugh ever heard in Hawkins, Indiana, for sure. Then the man smiled and Steve worried he might just jizz in his pants from it.

“Well, hi, Steve. I’m Billy. I just moved here from California with my sister and her mom and I—”

“Oh god, why?” Steve couldn’t fathom swapping sunny California for Bumfuck, Indiana.

Billy laughed again and Steve fell in love. “Long story… could tell you over a beer sometime when you’re free.”

“I’m free every night,” Steve replied before he could stop the words from escaping his mouth.

Billy grinned and leaned forward on the counter, crossing his arms and making his biceps bulge a bit. Steve wanted to sink his teeth into them.

“Is that so, pretty boy?”

“Uh huh, it gets awful lonely too, just me in that big house, day after day, night after night. I mean, my parents didn’t even bother showing up when I graduated high school last year so yanno, who can say when they’ll come back and thank god they’re happy to keep paying the bills because there’s no way I could afford the bills…” Steve was aware he was word-vomiting but couldn't make himself stop as Billy looked at him with an increasingly amused smile. “And then I’d have to move and like, live under a bridge or something, because there’s no way I’d even be able to afford a tiny trailer at Forest Hills with what Keith pays here and oh my god, I need to shut up, I’m sorry.”

Steve stopped rambling and hid his face in his folded arms, banging his head onto the counter in the process. He’d for sure hear the bell now, as Billy ran away as fast as his feet could carry him… 

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Aw, babe, don’t say that, you’re not stupid,” Billy said, his fingers gently tangling into Steve’s hair. “Come on now.”

Steve froze. He’d said that out loud? Shit. And Billy was still there? 

Billy’s hands dropped from his hair as Steve slowly lifted his head to find Billy was now leaning halfway over the counter, his gorgeous face a few inches away. Steve watched, entranced, as Billy swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. He wanted to kiss that boy on the mouth if it was the last thing he did.

“Am I dreaming right now? Did I make you up with my mind? Is that why you’re so perfect?”

“Aw Stevie, I’m flattered but I’m far from perfect, just ask my sister.” “Okay, I will.” Steve paused. “Who’s your sister? What’s her name?\”

Billy grinned. “Max. Small, red head, bit of a bitch.”

“About fifteen, rides a skateboard?” Steve was pretty sure he knew who the girl was, a recent tentative addiction to the Party, much to Mike’s vocal dismay

“You do know her. I don’t know if I should be impressed or creeped out.”

Steve let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Billy, it’s a small town and I work at the only video store.”

“Duly noted. Anyway, Heather at the pool said you were the guy to talk to about where to go for a good time.”

“Heather Holloway? Oh boy. She was definitely pulling your leg.”

“Truly?”

“Yes. Billy, I’m sorry, I have no clue what the cool kids are up to these days.” 

Dammit, now Billy would leave and Steve would never know what it was like to bask in the attention of a god.

“That’s okay,” Billy said, his grin getting wider.

What?

“It is? But a second ago you said—”

“Steve?” Billy asked, moving slightly forward, narrowing the gap between them.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Steve replied, leaning towards Billy, mesmerised by how his blue eyes now looked nearly black. He smelled so good up close, Steve wanted to wrap himself around him and never let go.

“What time do you get off?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On you.” Steve couldn’t believe he’d just said that but he wasn’t taking it back. What was that saying his dad kept throwing at him? Fortune favours the bold? Well, Steve was being bold as fuck right now, because he didn’t want the golden stranger—Billy— to leave. He’d seen the light and he wanted to follow Billy, wherever that led.

Billy chuckled. “Smooth.”

Steve shrugged. “They didn’t call me King Steve in high school for nothing.” “I heard they called you that for another reason,” Billy replied with a knowing smirk.

“Ah, that.” Steve felt his cheeks heat up. 

“Yes, that. Any truth in that rumour?” Billy asked, his face now a couple of inches away from Steve’s.

“Would you like to find out?” Steve’s eyes dropped to Billy’s mouth then back to his eyes. He grinned.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On you.”

Steve decided he didn’t want to wait any longer to find out what kissing Billy tasted like. He didn’t even look at the clock, Keith would just have to deal. Wednesday nights were dead anyway. “You know, I think my shift just ended.”

“Brilliant,” Billy whispered, his hands cupping Steve’s elbows now. “Isn’t it just?” Steve whispered back, leaning closer.

“Can I kiss you?” Billy asked, his mouth now so close that Steve could feel Billy’s breath on his lips.

“Yes.”

The word was barely out that Billy’s mouth was on his, his tongue eagerly licking into Steve’s mouth. They moved sideways to the end of the counter a foot away, still kissing, then the second they could, their hands were all over the other. Steve buried his fingers in Billy’s golden curls while Billy’s hands went lower, sliding down sides, before grabbing handfuls of his ass and pulling him closer.

Steve moaned out loud when he felt Billy’s dick pressing against his and he wished they were in his bedroom instead of his place of employment.

“Oh my god, Billy! Gross! I leave you alone for two seconds and you’re already sucking face with the first guy you find?”

Billy ended the kiss and moved his hands to Steve’s waist before turning to face his sister. The look on Max’s face went from grossed out to surprised.

“Steve?”

“Hi Max.” Steve waved at her, feeling rather embarrassed at having been caught like that.

“Shitbird, apologise to my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfr—” Max rolled her eyes and stomped her foot. “You’re unbelievable. I bet you didn’t even get the movie Mum wanted.”

[lu-inlondon]

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That's 2,165 more posts than 2021!

200 posts created (9%)

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#tatort saarbrücken - 215 posts

#hörk - 100 posts

#adam schürk - 86 posts

#leo hölzer - 81 posts

#tatort fanfiction - 57 posts

#my stuff - 48 posts

#writing - 43 posts

#vladimir burlakov - 35 posts

#fanfiction - 30 posts

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#but has anyone rubbed two braincells together to consider what this does to the trust he - or other bi kids - places into the community?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Looks like someone partied too hard for their birthday

141 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#4

"Ne, mach das nicht. Da zahlt keine Versicherung."

Ich fürchte, der Englischdozent hat die deutsche Kultur gerade in einem Satz zusammengefasst.

141 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#3

Hörk Timeline

Da ich ja jetzt scheinbar Tatort Fanfiction schreibe, habe ich mir mal eine Timeline gebastelt. Ich kann es so gar nicht leiden wenn ich nicht weiß, was wann so in etwa passiert ist damit ich darauf aufbauen kann. 

Die Timeline basiert auf Aussagen aus den Folgen mit einigen Annahmen und Vernachlässigung (von einzelnen Wiedersprüchen) meinerseits. Auflistung der verwendeten Szenen nach dem Bruch :) 

1990 - Adam und Leo werden geboren (+/- ein paar Monate; Annahme basierend auf Jahrbuch aus HdW und dass Adam und Leo in der 11. Klasse etwa 16/17 waren) 

2001 - Roland Schürk wird wegen unerlaubten Waffenbesitzes verurteilt 

2003 - Boris Barns kommt im Frühling 2003 wegen Raubmord ins Gefängnis  - Roland und Heide Schürk ziehen mit Adam in das Haus am Waldrand (meine HC ist hier, dass das ein Neubau ist und das Leos Baumhaus schon vorher das leere Grundstück überschaut hat)  - Leo beobachtet Adam und seinen Vater das erste Mal beim Training 

2006  - 23. April: Roland Schürk fällt ins Koma  - 4. Mai: eine Leiche minus Oberschenkelknochen wird gefunden, 12 Tage nachdem Roland Schürk seinen Unfall hat  - August: Peter Lausch wird Lehrer an Leos und Adams Schule; Leo und Adam kommen in die 11. Klasse  - Oktober - Dezember: Leo gewinnt Vorlesewettbewerb und fährt danach zum Bundesausscheid 

2007  - Adam verschwindet (guesstimate weil er noch im Jahrbuch 2006/2007 mehrfach aufgeführt wird und in der 11. den Philo-Kurs von Lausch besucht)

2020 - Frühling/Mitte Mai: Adam taucht wieder in Saarbrücken auf; Roland Schürk wacht auf nach (knapp) 15 Jahren -> DfL  - Mitte Juli: Roland Schürk wird aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen und sitzt im Rollstuhl -> HdW

2021  - Frühsommer: Roland Schürk stirbt, der König ist tot -> HdS (guesstimate basierend auf: - Heides Aussage dass vor drei Monaten bei ihnen eingebrochen wurde und das Roland danach in der Tür stand (also kein Rollstuhl mehr, trotz Muskelrückbildug im Koma und zerschnittener Sehne) - 10 Sekunden Google Suche nach Achillessehnen Riss und wie lange die Nachbehandlung dauert da er ja wieder laufen kann - dem Fakt, dass Leo und Adam vor der JVA nur im T-Shirt rumspringen, ansonsten aber Jacke tragen)

Kommentare und Anmerkungen höre ich gerne :) 

Das fleißige Lieschen 

~min. 8 Adam ist wieder da (Juhu!)

~min. 9 Leo wird verprügelt (im gestreiften Shirt) und Adam kommt ihm zur Hilfe  (glaube es nicht, aber sie könnten sich da schon kennen) 

~min. 11.45  Leo: “Du bist also einfach abgehauen. Wir dachten du wärst tot.” 

~min. 28.30 Liste beim Pförtner im Büro: KW 12-22 (Mitte März/Ende Mai)

~min. 31.20  Leo: “Du hast hier alles stehen und liegen lassen und jetzt kommst du nach 15 Jahren wieder und wunderst dich, dass dir der Hass hochkocht.”

~min. 32:20 Leo zeigt Adam das Baumhaus (im schwarzen Hoodie; Adam etwas schockiert dass Leo beim ihn in den Hinterhof schauen kann?) 

~min. 38.20  Heide Schürk: “Hast du Leo schon gesehen?”

~min. 39.45  Adam: “Dann machst du bis ‘45 und ich ab ‘45. Jeder 75 Jahre.” (Falls das genau zu verstehen ist, ist es also 2020, Jahr der Ausstrahlung)

~min. 1:26.50  Heide Schürk: “Adam. Vater ist aufgewacht.” 

Der Herr des Waldes 

EDIT ~min. 01.47 Jessicas Tagebuch geöffnet auf Seite des 1. Juli  Lesezeichen ist mehrere Seiten dahinter eingeklemmt 

~min. 15.55 Leo: “Dein Vater ist aufgewacht.” Adam: “Ja.” Leo: “Wann?”  Adam: “Vor zwei Monaten.” ... Adam: “Das ist 15 Jahre her.” Leo: “Ja. 15 Jahre Koma.”

~min. 20.26 Gespräch mit dem Lehrer Lausch: “Kennen wir uns irgendwoher?” Adam: “Ja. Elfte Klasse. Philosophie.” (11. Klasse also so um die 16/17) ... Lausch: “Ihr Vater hatte damals so ‘nen schlimmen Unfall, richtig? Und Sie sind dann einfach verschwunden.” 

~min. 23.20 “Du bist verliebt in sie.” Adam schaut weg und um seine Mundwinkel zuckt es ALS WÜRDE IHN DIE SITUATION AN WAS ERINNERN

~min. 25.25  Reporter (im off): “15 Jahre Dunkelheit” Frag mich übrigens immer noch wann aus den zwei Mercedes ein Peugeot und ein hübscher Skoda geworden sind.

~min. 27.08 Pia im Archiv “Mutilated murdered woman found in forest” April 14th, 2003 Bone missing

EDIT ~min. 28.00  Auszug aus Jessicas Tagebuch, Seite des 23. Mai

~min. 29.10 Pia: “E. Morel wurde am 4. Mai 2006 gefunden, lag wohl schon ein paar Tage... Der Leiche fehlte außerdem der rechte Oberschenkelknochen. Ja, und die beiden Leichen in Italien wurden am 15. März 2013 nach einem großen Waldbrand gefunden.”

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177 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#2

Netflix recommendation categories are so unnecessary. I don’t need to know what shows are trending in my country. That doesn’t get me to watch anything.

But consider:

„All Your mutuals are going crazy about this“

„Miserable meow meow alert“

„Your favourite mutual watched this an unhealthy amount of times“

„Very sad, very gay“

„Was binged by at least two of your mutuals in the middle of the night while they should have been asleep“

… now those would be helpful.

482 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

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