#i just got patsy back :)

[justalesbianwithsomegayshit]

Patsy mount my beloved

[xoxoladyaz]

locked in lowercase (inside a vault)

For @steddie-week Day 3: Longing (1,032 words)

Tags: Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Light Angst, Hopeful Ending

“Eddie, man. I think you should talk to him.”

Eddie snorts. “Oh, really? What’s with the sudden change of heart, Emerson? That desperate to knock me down a peg?”

“Dude,” Gareth sighs, and the defenses he’d so easily garnered up fall just a little. “Look, I know I wasn’t all that thrilled about Harrington in the first place – ”

“Oh, that’s the understatement of the fucking century, Gare-bear - ”

“ – but,” Gareth ignores Eddie’s attempts at cutting him off, “that was before I saw how miserable you are without him. Like, dude. We made it. We’re on tour right now, and all you wanna do when we’re not on stage is sit on the bus and play Patsy Cline. You,” Gareth taps Eddie on the chest, “you should be having the time of your fucking life right now, but it’s like you’re not really here with us, man.”

Eddie lets Gareth’s words sink in for a moment. The kid’s not wrong, of course, but he doesn’t get it. He can’t. Eddie barely has the words to describe how the feelings started or what his feelings even are, but any time he bumps into anyone that has that look in their eye, that whole I wanna take an up-and-coming rock star for a ride shine, Eddie turns tail and practically runs the other way. It’s not to say that he hasn’t tried – oh, he tried, especially in those first few cities after first leaving Indiana – but it either didn’t happen or it didn’t end well for either party and eventually he just stopped trying. 

Because none of them were Steve. 

And the worst part is, it’s fucking hopeless. The King never, ever gave Eddie even the slightest inclination that it wasn’t just “babes” for him. (Although, to be fair to Steve, Eddie himself didn’t really know until he was too far away to do anything about it, and that’s assuming Eddie’s balls got big enough to even fucking try something.) Steve was kind to Eddie, sure; hell, he was even calling Harrington his best friend at the end, before they left for tour. But then Eddie started wanting and, even worse, started knowing that he wanted any eyes that looked at him in pleasure to be big and brown and belong to Steve and – well, he hasn’t been playing on this side of the field for long, but even a newbie like him knows just how this is going to play out. 

(Which translates to: he slowly stops calling Steve until he isn’t calling him at all. He takes “Head Over Heels” off the set list. He puts the swim team sweater he stole from Steve’s closet at the bottom of the “extra clothes” pile in the back of the bus. And instead of going out after every show, instead of trying and failing to find some peace in the bottom of a bottle like his dad, he sits in the tour bus and plays Patsy Cline on his acoustic under his fingers bleed.)

“It’ll only make things worse, Gare,” Eddie replies, fishing aimlessly in his pockets for the last of his Camels. “I’ll get over it. Eventually.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you will, but he won’t.”

Eddie’s fingers still in his pocket. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You don’t think Robin chews my head off every time I call to check in?”

(It’s just Eddie’s luck, of course, that Gareth’s first-cousin-and-childhood-best-friend happens to be Steve’s other half.)

“Then why don’t you stop calling?” Eddie finally finds a cig and pulls it out of his pocket, only for it to get snatched out of his fingers.

“Because I’m not an asshole, asshole,” Gareth snaps. “And I’m getting really sick and tired of getting yelled at every time I call home because somebody refuses to man up and deal with his feelings.”

Eddie turns in place, glaring at Gareth. “I am dealing with my feelings!”

“By not dealing with them, dumbass! And for the record, you’re making it even more noticeable by notdealing with them! Hell, even Byers asked me about it the last time he called, because why else would you just drop Harrington all together? It’s been like a year, man, you have to deal with this at some point.”

“I – I didn’t know until a month and a half ago, Gareth, what the hell do you mean by the last year?”

Gareth snorts. “Seriously? Seriously. Holy shit, you’re serious. Fucking – really, man? Now I owe Jeff money.”

“GARETH!” Eddie snaps. “What do you mean, the last year?”

Something is on Eddie’s face, some expression that he can’t control, because Gareth’s eyes soften and grow sad. “Eds, man, you wear your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve and your feelings all over your face. All anyone gotta do is see you look at Steve and know.”

“Know? Know what?”

Gareth’s voice is almost a whisper now. “Do I really need to say it?”

The wounded beast in Eddie’s chest shudders. “No.” He pulls his eyes away from Gareth, refocuses on the rings on his hands – and more specifically, the ring made from an antique spoon that Steve had made him when they were going through his parents’ shit.

(It was the only piece of Steve he couldn’t bear to hide away these last six weeks.)

“Does – does he?”

(Eddie can’t finish the question; hell, Eddie doesn’t even know what he’s asking.

Thankfully, somehow Gareth does.)

“Go call him, Eds,” Gareth says. He squeezes Eddie’s shoulder, a benediction for courage, and then leaves the tour bus, leaving Eddie alone and staring at the phone at the end of the bus.

(Maybe there’s a world where Steve feels, can feel, has felt the same. Maybe there’s a world where, when he told Eddie that he’s taking a break from dating that it meant taking a break from dating someone who wasn’t Eddie. Maybe Steve’s been trying and failing to get past this too, and is spending his nights by the phone like Eddie, waiting for someone to call.)

The phone only rings twice.

“This is Steve.”

(And maybe that world is this one.

But he won’t know until he tries.)

“Hey, Stevie. Got a minute?”

[greenfiend]

Deducing what may have actually happened to Will Byers on Nov 6, 1983 using evidence from the show.

Trigger warning: M*rder, s*icide.

part 2. part 3.

Before I begin, I just want to remind everyone that this show has many layers to it. What I mean is, if you watch carefully, a piece of dialogue can actually mean two (or more) things. The dialogue can be meaningful for the specific scene (surface level) and it can be a sneaky way to foreshadow something else entirely (subtext).

From this specific moment, we can assume that moving forward: any and all mentions of JFK’s assassination will actually be about Will’s disappearance (subtext).

So when the writers gifted us with these mentions, they are actually referring to the conspiracy surrounding Will’s disappearance. So let’s investigate, shall we?

Here’s the briefest overview of the JFK assassination: Oswald was convicted of assassinating JFK. Oswald denied his involvement stating that he was “a patsy”. Many conspiracy theories believe that Johnson was actually the one responsible.

Both Mrs. Driscoll and Dustin do not believe that Oswald assassinated JFK. Mrs. Driscoll is an outcast; she’s an older woman with schizophrenia. The guys who work at the newspaper are quick to dismiss her for these reasons. Now remember, this is Stranger Things, the show about outcasts being right and those fitting the norm being wrong. Then there’s our beloved Dustin, who states that “Oswald was a patsy”. Thus we can conclude: Johnson assassinated JFK, and Oswald was a patsy.

So… who if Will is JFK in this equation, who are our “Johnson” and “Oswald” counterparts?

Well right now, I assume most people believe Vecna is responsible for Will’s disappearance. He is our “bad guy”. So my guess is that he is our “Oswald”.

Who is our “Johnson”? Now remember, Johnson was someone close to JFK, he was the vice-president. He had something to gain in this. I believe Lonnie fits the bill the most for our Johnson.

So many clues surround Lonnie that tell us he was actually responsible. Plus, remember, he has something to gain from Will’s death: life insurance.

Though to be far, I am definitely not ruling out Brenner and Hawkins lab being involved in this too.

So… what happened exactly then? I’m not certain but this is my theory:

Lonnie was prepared to kill Will that night, but his plans were thwarted by our “Oswald”. Vecna swooped in and saved Will from his fate. His “come with me if you want to live” moment.

Moving further into the theory territory… here is a prediction:

- Our characters believe that the only way to defeat Vecna is to travel back in time and “stop him”.

- They travel back, stop him, then return finding out that the alternate present is much worse. By this I mean: Will was murdered, Mike ended his life by suicide, Joyce got admitted to Pennhurst Asylum, Jonathan was struggling with addiction, Lonnie got his payout, etc.

- Thus realizing that “killing” Vecna is and never was the solution here.

Now you may be thinking: but Vecna is 100% evil, why are you trying to redeem him? Well, the thing is, he’s not. Vecna is a villain but he’s not 100% evil. The show isn’t that simple friends. Plus, remember, nothing is exactly as it seems in this show.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Caplans Playlist Challenge

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Addicted to you - simple plan

Alone together fall out boy

Animals maroon 5

Ashes of Eden Breaking Benjamin 

Adore You Harry Styles

All of Me John Legend

Anti- Hero Taylor Swift

Attention Charlie Puth

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Bad guy Billie Eilish 

Bad things Jace Everett

Bartender T-Pain

Bedchem Sabrina Carpenter

Before he cheats Carrie Underwood 

Before you go Lewis Capaldi 

Better than me hinder

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Cardigan Taylor Swift

Car radio twenty one pilots 

Church fall out boy

Clumsy Fergie

Collide Howie Day

Come & get it Selena Gomez

Crazy Patsy Cline  

Criminal Fiona Apple 

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Dancing on my Own Calum Scott

Dandelions Ruth B.

Deja vu Olivia Rodrigo  

Diary Tino Coury 

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood 

Dirty thoughts Chloe Adams

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo 

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Easy on Adele 

Eh, Eh, (Nothing Else I Can Say) Lady Gaga

Empty Walls Serj Takien

End of Beginnings Djo 

Espresso Sabrina Carpenter

Every breath you take the police . 

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Faint Linkin Park

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys 

Falling Trevor Daniel

Fast car Tracy Chapman 

Feather Sabrina Carpenter

Flowers Miley Cyrus 

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Ghost Justin Beiber

Give Me One Reason Tracy Chapman

Glimpse of us Joji

Good For You Olivia Rodrigo

Gone, Gone, Gone Phillip Phillips

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Had Enough Breaking Benjamin

happier Olvia Rodrigo

Harder to Breathe Maroon 5

Heartbreak anniversary giveon 

Heaven Kane brown   

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I fall apart post Malone 

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw 

I’m not the only one Sam smith  

I’m yours alessia cara 

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Jealous nick jonas 

Juno Sabrina Carpenter

Just one yesterday fall out boy 

Just the way you are Bruno mars 

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Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne 

The Kill 30 Seconds to Mars

Kiss From a Rose Seal

Kissing In Cars Pierce the Viel

Killer queen Queen 

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The last of the real ones 

Leave the door open Bruno mars 

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney 

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra 

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Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia key

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Needed Me Rihanna 

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa 

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

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Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

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Paparazzi Lady Gaga

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow 

PillowTalk Zayn Malik 

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

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Red Taylor Swift 

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele 

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Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat 

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars 

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

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Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Trip Ella Mae

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Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

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Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomex

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

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You and Me Lifehouse

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Sang to Me Marc Anthony

You're Still the One Shania Twain

[applecherryandpears]

2017 (Council skies nostalgia?)

ZEITmagazin: Was there ever a time when you got on better with Liam?

Gallagher: Of course, when we were young, there were times when we didn't argue. The big break probably came when I moved from Manchester to London when I was 26. He completely freaked out then. He never forgave me for that. And when the first people told him he was a star, he finally lost it. That's what happened, whether he liked it or not.

ZEITmagazin: Why did you move to London back then?

Gallagher: Because I was bored to death in Manchester. I was going to London more and more often, so at some point it was obvious for me to move there completely. And when I told the family about my decision, Liam freaked out.

ZEITmagazin: Did he feel left alone as a little brother?

Gallagher: But he wasn't alone! There was the rest of Oasis, they all lived in Manchester.

ZEITmagazin: After all, you are his big brother.

Gallagher: (long silence) I think he sees a lot more in me.

ZEITmagazin: What?

Gallagher: Probably a surrogate father. But let's not go there. I moved to London anyway, and my brother became a complete idiot in Manchester.

*

I moved to London anyway. Sounds like he knew he was breaking his heart. But, maybe, likely, he thought Liam would follow him. Probably he stayed over at Noel’s when he had to be in London, yet effectively he moved out of his mothers place after he met Patsy.

Alsooo, love how not one word is mentioned of Paul, it’s not he wasn’t alone he was with Paul and Mum, it’s, the rest of oasis was there so what’s the complaint. I don’t know about then but this right in 2017 either seems connected to their u love me so show me power play, or, and, just goes to show how close they were back then and how very aware they both were of it.

[skxllz]

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 lip gallagher 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞...

meeting his family as soon as he realizes he's taken a liking to you. he wants to keep you around —maybe for more than a few months— so ian is the first person he tells; inquiring you as someone who isn't “ cheap like all the other chicks he's been with ”. you carried yourself to be worthy of someone who deserved you - you weren't a whore, like karen, who just fucked a guy to feel good about yourself.

having fiona treat you like her own sibling once she comes to see lip likes you more than he lets on. she'll ask if you're alright if it seems like something is bothering you; even going as far as to sit beside you on the couch, offering a comforting hand to your shoulder while questioning if you'd like to talk. she'll offer you a drink whenever they have parties, tending to keep an eye you to make sure you're safe and okay. she'll even ask if you can run to the store for her or watch liam because she trusts you that much.

helping out debbie and carl with school (s1-3) / helping debbie with franny, and being carl's go-to when fiona isn't around to talk to. debbie instantly takes a liking to you once she meets you, seeing you as someone who's more kind than the girl's lip usually brings around; also looking up to you because she thinks you're really pretty and could help her out boyfriend/girlfriend wise. carl doesn't necessarily warm up to you at first, but later on he sees you as a “ total babe ” and tries to hit on you when he can. in reality though, he likes having you around because you remind him of an older sister.

play fights on the way to school, the L or patsy's. you're usually playful around him and his siblings, and are the one to insinuate the wrestling. it starts with gentle shoving, before it escalates to you jumping on lip's back; steering him left and right. in the end though, he always puts you in a headlock.

not really displaying pda, but lip has his moments where he gets jealous or just feels like smothering you. his hands would guide to either your hips or the back of your head — he'd drag you closer to him, preferably chest to chest, then kiss you as if oxygen just didn't exist. passion, hunger and heat poured into one; coaxing him to feast until your lips are left red and swollen.

also, if lip does choose to display affection to you in public other than that, it's wrapping an arm around your waist. he'd snake it around you, hand hooking into the pocket of your jacket/jeans/shorts and possessively keep you close. he'd make sure everyone got the idea that you were his. (didn't happen in his past relationships but I feel like when he really takes to someone he doesn't want to lose them, ya know?)

random make-out sessions around the house. of course, he'd prefer his family not to be around since it could get handsy - but if they were, he'd just drag you to one of the rooms. kisses, bite marks and hickey's would all be displayed.

wearing his work shirt when he's at home. he often eyes you up like you're a full course meal cause of it - even said once, “ take it off. now. ” just because he had to leave somewhere soon, and if you didn't he would've stayed behind and bent you over then and there. you didn't listen, absolutely not, and got fucked brutally for it.

doing little things for him when he's upset. cleaning up his mess, making meals or snacks for him, doing his laundry - you even left a little note for him once. it was short and sweet, just assuring him you'd be there for him always. it ended up with you two cuddling on the couch, his face tucked deeply into your neck.

scolding anyone that comes near him with alcohol. you know he can take care of himself, but being a recovering addict could be difficult and you'd want to help out as much as you could.

talking with him after his arguments with fiona. sometimes his sister was in the wrong, but sometimes lip could also be a bit harsh. you'd listen to his side of things and then input your thoughts, even if he disagreed with them. sometimes, it'd lead to a tiny argument, but you always calmed him down someway somehow and the two would make up.

late night walks under the L to help him cool off or get fresh air. you'll often talk about past memories or just things that would upset you two. it'd begin with anger, maybe sadness, but it'd always end with you two laughing and appreciating each other's presence.

I literally have so much more I could add into here but I'm lazy as fuck so have this.

[glazedsnail]

@pansypinetree said Shane has a camera, Sam and Sebastian get freaky, and then I got possessed.

Here's the outcome.

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"You're the only guy with a good camera"

"You'd do us a solid."

"I can only ask you man, y'know"

Grumbling to himself, digging into his closet, Shane pulls out a big gray bag, and sigh. The fuck did I agree to this for. he thinks, opening the soft bag. Everything is still there. His old camera, two batteries, empty tapes…

He presses on the faded on button, hoping it would either break, or shows that the battery's dead, that the lens is fucked up, anything really.

No, it dings and works like a charm. All those years sleeping in his closet with everything else from his past, and it dares work like a fucking charm.

Shane groans, replacing everything in the bag and hauling it on his shoulder. Despite being all innocent-like, Sam definitely knows how to play him like a fiddle and Shane hates that, or rather, hates to admit that he got used.

But there he was, on his way up to the mountain at an ungodly hour, for a favor. Now, to give the kid some credit, he did hound Shane for days, if not weeks. From the day he learned he had a camera. A professional one at that. And the know how. "We can't use a stationary camera, man, that's not the vibe we want." Bloody hell, what was he even meaning by "vibe"? It's not like these type of stuff needs any kind of…directional input, a storyboard, a scenario, a stagehand and whatnot.

Not like Shane was shy about the stuff. He clearly had watched his share. And none of them seemed to have had any work or thought put into it. The idea, and end goal, was pretty clear, wouldn't take a genius to film, cut, edit. Put some nice ambient light, prepare different angle shots, make sure the axis of action is respected… If he still had access to all the props he had back at uni he could also plan some nice boom shots…

What the fuck is he thinking now… Sam and Sebastian asked him to film their… Ugh. Love making, not prepare the next Mysterium.

Walking up the the mountain's house, Shane is met with the smell of smoke.

"Told you he'd come." He hears a loud whisper, followed by a groan. "Hey man!" Sam's voice rise from the dark bushes. Next to him, the red smoking dot of his boyfriend's cigarette.

"Mh" Shane only replies, replacing the heavy bag on his shoulder. He looks away in the distance, the dark path stretching in front of him, then turns to the house. All lights are off. "So, erm" He starts, not looking at any of them. "Where d'you want that?" He cringes at his words, sounding like the start of the most corny ass porno in the world. Why on Yoba's third tit did he accepts to do this in the first place.

"Sebby's room." The blond replies, enthusiastically, pulling on Sebastian's black sleeve. "Thanks bud, you're the only one we can ask to do something like that."

"Yeah, so you said." Shane clears his throat, almost tempted to ask why, if not that he's the only pathetic patsy a hundred miles around.

"You're the only one who knows we're a couple, after all."

"I'm, wha-?"

"Cm'on Sebby." Sam pulls on his boyfriend again, cigarette now done and thrown on the ground. "It's gonna be fun."

Shane stays in the back as they walk towards the dark house. He watches them hold hands, Sam even resting his head on Sebastian's shoulder. What did he mean, nobody else knows they're a couple? It seemed so obvious? Frankly you had to be blind, or stupid, not to see the incessant swooning and flirting and…everything. Surely people in Pelican Town weren't that oblivious…Or bigoted?

Nah. They were just blind.

Sebastian unlocks the door, and signs at Shane to keep quiet as he makes them walk in the house. Come to think of it, that was the first time he'd ever set foot in the house up the mountain. It was as huge inside as it was outside. And clean. Damn. So clean.

As they walk down to the basement, Shane is hit by a mix of scent. The tobacco, ambery undertone, laced with moss and musk, yeah, that's Sebastian's bedroom alright.

The room is definitely messier than the rest of the house, and could benefit from an open window, but Shane really isn't one to judge anyway, as he considers his own room.

Sebastian closes the door behind him and Sam, locking them in. Shane gulps, he knows it's to avoid anyone barging in. And yet.

Shane lets the bag flops off his shoulder and onto the floor. He crouches in front of it, getting the equipment ready, rediscovering his lenses and the way they used to feel in his hands.

"Right." He starts, clearing his throat. "What's the occasion 'nyway? Have some functions on this thing." He jokes.

"Been together for five years…" Sam admits, looking at Sebastian who finally smiles. "Thought it'd be a cute thing."

A cute thing? Shane would laugh if he wasn't taken aback by the statement. Five fucking years? And even their parents have no clue? Bloody hell.

"Woah, that's, uh. Yeah." He mumbles, standing up, heavy camera in his arms.

"Was Seb's idea actually." Sam adds.

"Saw you film that commercial thing." Sebastian finally opens his mouth. "Looked like you knew what you were doing. Plus when we learned the camera was actually yours, y'know." He stretches, before reaching in his pocket for another cigarette.

"Sebby…"

Quickly, Sebastian shoves the pack back in his hoodie's pocket as Shane chuckles. Right, they really are an old couple

"Right." Shane repeats, propping the camera up on his shoulder with a groan. "Suppose we don't have all night. Any specific angle you want? Or, like, light? I guess if we put a cloth on that lamp over there that'd be a nice softbox."

"A what? Man, you do know your stuff." Sam laughs.

Sebastian guides his blond boyfriend to the bed to let him sit. He then turns to Shane.

"Nothing too fancy, really." He says quite matter of factly. "As long as we can see Sammy take it" He growls towards Sam who, at Shane's surprise, blushes.

"Sure." Shane clears his dry throat. "Any objections on angles?"

"What do you even mean, dude?" Sam laughs.

"Y'know, eye level, medium shot, close up, full shot…"

"Oh there will be full shots alright." Sebastian grins, laughing at Shane's blush. "Come on man, just… Do what feels right?"

"Yer the one wantin a damn cameraman." He grunts, stretching his shoulder under the camera.

"Just do what Seb said, what feels right, yeah?" Sam's voice oddly sweet still reaches Shane who eventually relaxes his shoulders, exhaling loudly. "We don't want you to be uncomfortable doing it. We're thankful you agreed."

"We really are." Sebastian chimes in, sitting down next to his boyfriend.

"Yeah. Yeah, no, sure." Shane rambles, getting the camera ready and back on his shoulder. "W-whenever you're ready…"

He watches through the lens as Sebastian grab Sam's jaw, his thumb on his cheek, his slender fingers bringing him closer to his face into a kiss. Rather quickly, they seem to forget the camera pointed at them, or the out of place intruder behind it. Their lips meet in a sensual embrace from the get go, hungry, without any shame, finding each other tongue, filling the empty room with the wet sounds of their groans in their mouths.

Shane opts for a medium close up he pans into a medium shot. He fills his mind with the terms he learned back then. He has to.

As he switches to a cowboy shot, Sebastian places his hand on Sam visible bulge, and without a second thought, the zipper flies open. Shane slowly zooms on the fabric, lingering on the wet patch twitching with Sam's head. As he pans out, Seb's hand comes into shot, stroking Sam's length, tugging on the fabric, revealing Sam's cock poking through the elastic band.

Coming back to a wide shot (as wide as the bedroom allows him) Shane steadies his camera as Sebastian pushes Sam on his back, getting rid of his jeans and boxers, his lengthy cock bouncing back on his firm stomach. "Been ready for a while, Sammy?" Seb teases.

Shane had never really heard the carpenter's son utters more than two words, and they were always low and disdainful. Right now they were falling out of his mouth like whipped cream, sweet and floaty like a lusty candy cloud. "Good boy, getting all ready and excited for me."

Sam nods fiercely, his cock twitching at the praise.

Fuck, Shane really hopes his mic is catching everything. The sighs, the low exhales from both of them, the honeyed voice from the enamored broody man he never paid any attention. Before.

He settles for an eye level shot, softly crouching next to the bed, his lens focusing on Sebastian's mouth climbing Sam's strong thighs, his blond hairs raising, his skin trembling. With a grin, he lets his tongue roll out, shine taking the camera to reveal a piercing he uses to tease the blond one. Panning out, Shane catches just in time Sam's head falling backward as Sebastian takes him in his mouth.

"Sebby!"" He cries out, fisting his dark hair, helping him up and down his girthy length. Sebastian softly hums, grinning, Sam entirely in his mouth, before releasing him in a loud 'pop', and taking him again slowly.

Sebastian's slender fingers on Sam's hips, holding him into place as he writhes slowly, moving against Seb's mouth who is plastering his face against the blond curly hairs, suppressing wet gagging noises as Shane hears himself whisper a soft "fuck".

Placing himself on Sebastian's side of the bed, Shane focuses the camera on his working fingers grazing down Sam's hips to reach his thighs, sliding down to cup his tightening sack, slowly getting his fingers on the underside, making Sam arch. Shane slides behind the bed to get a shot as Sebastian point of view, watching Sam's reactions to his treatment, getting everything recorded.

Sebastian grabs Sam's cock, his other fingers still working between his legs. "You're gonna be a good boy for me now, Sammy?" He says in between breaths, stroking him at the pace of his mouth previously around him. "Be a good boy and cum for me, mh?".

With a whimper, Sam starts sputtering, ropes lacing his stomach and his sculpted chest in his sweet release, as Seb praises him more. "That's very good, my Sammy, so good." Seb whispers, not stopping his bullying on Sam's begging length, or tender skin.

Shane places himself back near the bed, capturing everything he can, trying to do everything he can not to think about the tightness of his own pants.

Without letting Sam recovers, Seb lifts him up, getting him on his knees, finally getting rid of his hoodie and his own jeans.

Shane adjusts the camera, getting Seb's whole body in the shot, his pale skin against the darker complexion of the blond one, the shine of his pierced nipples reflecting in the lens, and his now finally freed cock, hard and raised against Sam presenting buttocks.

"Make sure to get that." Seb says directly to Shane who jumps. He nods, obeying, focusing on Sam who's still panting, his shining cock still drooling from Seb's treatment.

Shane hears the soft clicks of a bottle opening and closing. He looks at Seb without moving the camera from Sam. Warming up his hands, he slowly caresses Sam's rear who arches up. "Good boy…" Seb repeats, inserting a finger slowly, circling on his way in, preparing Sam with such tenderness.

Shane now feels himself throbbing, begging to be let out. He bites his lip, ashamed, and takes a deep breath.

"Sammy, I think your fireproof cameraman has some issues." Seb snarks, leaning against Sam who turns his red face to Shane becoming redder, staying silent, camera still rolling.

Sam's smile almost reaches his ears. "Well, Shaney? Being a bit shy?"

Fuck, now his name is on the tape.

He slowly shakes his head, making sure the camera stays still, but they're both having none of it. He respects the first rule of camera handling, not being seen nor heard.

"An anniversary present…" Shane hears Seb whispers to Sam who opens wide eyes.

"You mean it?" He replies back.

"If he's happy with that." Seb nods towards Shane who takes a step back. "Don't be shy, Shaney" he grins, "We gotta take care of that one way or the other right? We're the ones to blame after all."

Seb climbs down the bed, walking towards Shane with such authority, such intent, his slender body almost made for the camera.

"Come on, Shane. We won't hurt you. Unless that's what you're into." He winks straight at the lens. "Y'know Sam has quite the crush on you, right?"

"Seb!"

Shane just blinks repeatedly. Well, he was the oblivious one clearly.

"I think that would make that five years mark really special to him if you join us." Seb continues, a shit eating grin on his face. Shane doesn't move, panting, stuck between the wall and Seb, only the camera and his damn erection between them.

With a laugh, Sebastian reaches to Shane's bulge. "Who knew Joja shelves' stackers was hiding such a package."

Fuck Shane thinks without moving or removing Seb's hand from his crotch. He was supposed to only film, nothing else, not getting involved. That's all he had agreed to, back then. Back then.

The tiniest nod is enough for Seb to kneel in front of him, unbuckling his belt. He chuckles, his lips nipping at the imprint of Shane's cock against his boxers.

"You'll love it." Sam chimes in. "Sebby is amazing with his mouth…" He almost drools, stroking his sensitive dick.

Shane continues filming, setting the camera on for a high angle shot, taking as much as he can of Seb's face against his growth, breathing heavily, impatient.

"Look how hard he is, Sammy, just by watching us. Now, you watch us Sammy, ok?" He whispers to his boyfriend, releasing Shane's cock of his underwear he lets fall at his feet. "Holy shit Sammy look at this."

Shane groans, what was the little punk doing, making fun of him? He hears Sam gasps, his eyes widening on Shane's girth who barely has time to register both their amazement as Seb licks his shaft in one swift lap before surrounding his head and slowly gliding down to his curls.

Fuck Sam was right, Seb is amazing with his mouth. So much so that Shane almost drops the camera. But he keeps it steady on his shoulder, making sure he's still capturing Sebastian wet and shiny lips around his cock.

He feels his pierced tongue on his skin, his hand surrounding him, touching him like he's never been touched before. Like he's not been touched in Yoba knows how long.

Shane lifts the camera to Sam, alone on the bed, licking his lips as he strokes himself, watching his boyfriend pleasuring another man with his knowing mouth.

"You've got no idea how many times I've thought about your cock, man." The blond one says in one breath, making Shane gasps involuntarily, a not quite whimper escaping his lips. Surely he couldn't mean that.

Was that what he was expecting tonight? The true reason behind their "camera" needs?

Damn if Shane cared at all in this moment.

"That made him twitch" Seb laughs, before applying his lips around Shane again, letting him rest against his throat before releasing him one more time. "I think he likes the idea, Sammy."

What fucking idea now.

Beaming, Sam climbs down the bed walking towards Shane. "Relax, now." He says softly. "Let me know if this is too far."

Too far? Was he having a laugh? His bloody boyfriend was pumping him at this very moment!

But the blond one takes the camera off Shane's hand and places it on the bedside table, facing them, before grabbing his head and softly applying his lips on his. Shane doesn't move, wincing at the pleasure Seb inflicts on him. Sam kisses him again, a shy peck on his open lips. And again, with more intent, deepening the kiss in a breathless moan, until Shane grabs him with a groan, finding his tongue, melting into his smiling lips.

Shane now has Sebastian lips around his cock, Sam lips sucking in his tongue, playing with his own.

The younger one undo Shane's hoodie, placing his warm hands on his soft belly, finding his fast beating heart in his hairy chest.

Shane could feel himself tightening, the overwhelming sensations of Sam lips against his, Seb mouth taking him whole, and Sam now stepping closer to him, his own cock hardening again against his thighs.

Softly, Shane raises his hand to surround him, making him gasp. "Shane…" He whispers between his lips. That's enough, too much even, and Shane explodes, fisting Seb's long dark hair, pushing Sam's mouth into his, his rows of cum shooting against Seb's throat, his head still bobbing up and down.

"Fuck!" Shane nearly shouts, pulling Sam's face away, forcing Seb to stop, grabbing the wall behind him to stay steady. "F-fuck…"

Seb stands back up, shiny lips extended in a grin, cum and saliva slowly dripping down his chin. "You're ready?" He asks his boyfriend who nods. Sam extends his arm to Shane, his vision a blurry mess, his high not quite gone yet, not even sure of what happened, but Yoba it felt beyond amazing.

Shane lets Sam guide him to the bed, where he starts softly kissing him again. "There's something I'd…really…really…like to do…to you…" He says, expecting Shane to bolts up and leave. Instead, the older one grabs Sam again, letting him fall into his lips.

"Ok…" Shane answers in a raspy voice. "Ok." He repeats, still finding his breath, but his senses now back.

On this answer, Seb hands Sam a bottle and a condom, before pushing Shane on the bed. "So, you're the good boy now, right?" Seb smirks.

"Fuck off." Shane replies, still twitching at the…unseemly…praise?

Seb laughs, watching Shane arching and jolting as Sam slowly prepares him. "Sorry if it's cold…" the blond one murmurs almost adoringly.

"I think you're being a good boy." Seb repeats, caressing his own length he guides toward Shane. "And while my Sammy takes care of you, you're gonna take care of me."

Of all the things that could have happened when he accepted this stupid thing, Shane had no idea this is how he would spend his evening. Filled with cocks and reveling in it.

Pressing himself against Shane raised legs, Sam slowly insert himself in Shane. And Shane squirms, softly, wincing, biting his lip, rolling his eyes. "Oh fuck…" he whispers.

"Sebby…" Sam reaches for Seb's hand he grabs tightly. "Sebby he feels so good…"

"That's great Sammy…Show him…Show him how good you are. And you, turn your head." Shane obeys, sweat already beading on his forehead, Sam thrusting inside him, Seb's length now against his tongue. "I knew you'd be a good boy too." Seb continues, his hips moving against Shane's face who is nothing but grunts, growls, and whimpers. "Fuck you're bloody right, he feels good, the bastard."

Shane takes both younger ones, his body veiled with sweat, his stomach and hairs covered with cum, his hardening cock bouncing on the soft skin, subject to their cocks and them joining into an awkward kiss as they both work in him, holding each other hands.

"Happy anniversary." Seb whispers, concealing a moan, resting against Shane's throat.

"Happy… anniversary…" Sam chimes back with difficulty. "Fuck Sebby I'm gonna cum."

"You better be taking everything." Seb commands down to Shane with gritted teeth who, really, couldn't refuse anything, drunk on cocks and sensation he thought out of grasp for so long. But he nods, closing his eyes, Seb coming in his mouth as he explodes on himself, followed by Sam's loud whimpers, soft high pitched pleased noises filling the room. Fuck Shane was now finding him cute, his flushed cheeks surrounding his mouth curved in a expression of pure bliss. Yoba he really hopes all this is caught on camera, making a mental note to make two copies.

Shane swallows all before gasping for air, Sam sweaty body falling on him, searching for his lips. "Thanks, man" He whispers between kisses. What is Shane even supposed to say, or even do?

He thread his hand through Sam's hair, watching Seb walking towards the camera to turn it off. He imagines now that his welcome has wore out. But Sam doesn't move.

With wide eyes, he looks at Seb placing both of them under the blanket. "He always falls asleep pretty quickly afterward." He explains. "Sure you don't mind staying, do you?" He places himself next to Shane on the bed, not waiting for an answer. With a smile, he pushes a strand of wild hair off Shane's sweaty forehead. "Thanks, man" He echoes his boyfriend. "When he wakes up, just gently nudge him to the side. He's a cuddler. But judging by how you're grabbing him I don't think that's a problem for you." He punctuates by kissing Shane, then kissing his boyfriend's forehead, inviting himself in Shane open's arm, both drifting off as peacefully as Sam did.

[starryside-1]

Some doodles from the last few days

Im working on a small redesign for Patsy so watch out for that, and I may turn that rough Patsy and Turbo anatomy practice into a finished digital piece so we’ll see!!

The power came back on last night but it went out for most of the town over and almost got school closed, but the worst of it should be over now, just lots and lots of rain to look forward too

[oacest]

One week later Patsy sits in a hotel room in Los Angeles (work meetings, there could be another big film in the pipeline), looks out over the city, and remembers a conversation she had with Liam the night before she left.

"We were talking about Christ," she says over the phone. "And Liam was saying 'Can you imagine if he was to come back now? He'd have to be accepted by people.' Christ in both our opinions, was a great speaker, and that he had controversial ideas and he was showing that the downtrodden of that time had faith. Yet if he came back now, he'd have to be accepted by fucking wankers like us, and we'd nail him to the cross again. We talked about how judgmental people are about people they don't even know, like the stuff you see in the tabloids. It's like John Lennon; he left behind this great body of art, speaking out for people, and he got crucified for it.

"I remember this time we were on holiday, and this old rasta guy came into the hotel bar, asking for a cigarette. There were loads of rich, stuck up people in there, and they all snubbed him, but Liam told him to come over and sit down and have a drink. Afterwards I said I thought that had been a great thing to do, and Liam said well, it could be Jesus, man. And I just thought that was a beautiful thing."

(x)

[biblical-chronicles]

First and last

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where the reader has never forgotten the kiss she shared with Liam when they were ten, and after his split with Patsy, she’s stunned to discover that he remembers it just as vividly

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You were ten when Liam kissed you for the first time. It wasn’t some grand romantic moment, nothing out of a storybook. It was in the back ginnel near your street, behind the corner shop where you used to hang out with your mates. Someone dared him to do it, and, being Liam, he smirked that cocky smirk of his, shrugged, and said, “Yeah, alright then.”

He kissed you quick, a bit messy but earnest, his hand awkwardly resting on your shoulder. Everyone laughed and teased him about it after, but he just wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at you like he’d done something important.

“See?” he’d said, loud enough for the others to hear. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, love?”

You’d rolled your eyes at the time, trying to act unfazed, but your heart had been thumping so hard you thought it might leap out of your chest.

From that day on, Liam was your first thought in the morning and your last at night. You never told him, though. It was Liam, after all—the cheeky, sharp-tongued boy who always had some new girl giggling at his jokes. What chance did you stand against that?

Years passed, and Liam became exactly what everyone expected: brash, charming, and magnetic in a way that made people orbit around him like planets around the sun. He had a way of drawing people in, like they couldn’t help themselves. You couldn’t help yourself either, even though you knew better.

You’d watch him from the sidelines, always a little too quiet when he was around, because it was easier than admitting how you felt. And you told yourself it didn’t matter, not really. You were friends—that was enough.

Or so you thought.

It had been a few weeks since Liam and Patsy had split. The papers were all over it, of course, with their usual sensationalist headlines and endless speculation about why it had ended. You didn’t ask him about it, though. If Liam wanted to talk, he’d talk.

And eventually, he did.

It was late when he showed up at your flat, looking like he’d just walked through a storm. His hair was a mess, his jacket damp from the drizzle outside, and his eyes had that haunted, restless look he got when he was properly wound up.

“Liam?” you said, surprised to see him. “You alright love?”

“Needed to get outta me own head,” he muttered, brushing past you into the warmth of your living room. “Hope that’s alright.”

“Yeah, of course.” You shut the door behind him, your eyes following as he tossed his jacket over the arm of a chair and flopped onto your couch like he owned it.

He sat there for a second, elbows on his knees, hands running through his hair. You knew that look. Whatever he’d come here to say, it was going to be emotional.

“She’s gone,” he said finally, his voice rough. “Proper gone this time.”

You hesitated before sitting down beside him. “What d’you mean, gone?”

“Gone, gone. Ended it for good. Didn’t reckon I’d feel like this, but I do,” he said, his words tumbling out fast, like he was trying to outrun them. “Feels like someone’s kicked me in the fuckin’ chest.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Liam wasn’t exactly the sentimental type—not outwardly, anyway. But here he was, baring something raw and messy, and all you could do was be there for him.

“Dunno why I’m even arsed about it,” he said, leaning back against the couch with a huff. “We were dead in the water ages ago, weren’t we? Still… can’t get her outta me fuckin’ head.” He paused, glancing at you. “You reckon I’m losin’ it?”

“No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “You’re just human, Liam. Breakups are… messy. Doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel it.”

“Feel like a mug,” he muttered, looking down at his hands. “Like I hung on too long. Got mates telling me, ‘You’re well shot of her, mate. Should be out celebratin’.’ But I can’t even be arsed, y’know?”

You nodded, watching him closely. “Sometimes it takes time to untangle yourself from someone. Doesn’t matter if it’s been months or years. You loved her—there’s no switch to turn that off.”

He glanced at you then, his brow furrowing like he was trying to work out whether to believe you. “You make it sound all… normal, like I’m not a complete headcase.”

“That’s because you’re not,” you said firmly. “You’ve been through a lot. You’re allowed to feel this way.”

He snorted, but it wasn’t unkind. “You’re proper good at this, y’know. Talkin’ me down when I’m off me head.”

You smiled faintly. “Someone’s gotta keep you grounded.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the sharp edge in his expression dulled. “Y’know, you’re the only person I can talk to about this stuff. Everyone else just wants the gossip. You just… listen.”

“Because I care about you, Liam,” you said, your voice steady but gentle.

He stared at you then, his gaze intense in a way that made your chest tighten. “You always have, haven’t you?” he murmured. “Even when I’ve been a right pain in the arse.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your cheeks warming under his scrutiny. “Guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.”

That got a small laugh out of him, low and rough, but real. “You’re mad, y’know that? Could’ve walked away ages ago, saved yourself the hassle.”

“And leave you to stew on your own? Nah,” you said, shaking your head. “Not me style.”

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, almost imperceptibly, he shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours.

“Dunno what I’d do without ya,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. “Don’t think I’ve said that before. Should’ve, though.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the way he was looking at you—like you were the only solid thing in a world that wouldn’t stop spinning.

“You don’t have to say it,” you said softly. “I already know.”

He leaned in slightly, his hand reaching up, hesitating before brushing lightly against your cheek. His touch was featherlight, almost tentative, but it sent a shiver down your spine. Your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze, so close now that you could see all the shades of blue in his eyes.

It would’ve been so easy to close the gap, to let him kiss you. You wanted to—God, you wanted to.

But you stopped him, your hand gently pressing against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“Liam,” you said, your voice trembling slightly, your own pulse racing. “I can’t.”

His expression faltered, confusion flickering across his face, but instead of pressing you for an answer, he let out a small, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Ah, I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

“Liam, no—” you started, but he cut you off, his words tumbling out in a rush.

“Thought it was obvious what I was doin’, but here I am, makin’ a right tit of meself,” he muttered, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “Should’ve known you’d see through me.”

“It’s not that,” you said softly, your hand still resting against his chest. “It’s just… it wouldn’t be right. Not now. You’re still—” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “You’re still untangling yourself from everything with Patsy. You’re hurt, Liam, and I can’t be some… some rebound for you. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he was silent, as though weighing your words. Then, he leaned back slightly, giving you a proper look, his gaze steady and intense.

“Rebound?” he said, his voice low, almost disbelieving. “Nah, love. You’ve got it wrong. That’s not what this is—not even close.”

“Liam,” you began, but he shook his head, stopping you.

“Listen, yeah?” he said, his voice softening as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together like he was trying to steady himself. “I’ve had feelings for you longer than I’d care to admit. Always thought you’d never look twice at someone like me—too much of an immature child for you, right?” He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t reckon you’d want someone like me, so I kept me mouth shut.”

Your breath caught, his words hitting you like a wave, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right response.

“But Patsy—” you managed, and he cut you off again, his voice firmer now.

“Patsy’s got nothin’ to do with this. Yeah, I cared about her—course I did—but this? Us?” He gestured between you. “It’s different. It’s always been different.”

“Liam…” you whispered, barely able to meet his gaze as your chest tightened.

“I’d never do that to you,” he said, his tone steady but laced with quiet emotion. “You mean too much to me for that.”

The weight of his words hung between you, his gaze never wavering as he reached up, his hand brushing lightly against your cheek. Your breath hitched at the tenderness of his touch, and you found yourself leaning into it without thinking.

“You’re not a rebound,” he murmured, his voice barely audible now. “You’re the one I’d always come back to. Always.”

His words left you breathless, the sheer sincerity in his voice making your chest ache. Before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “Liam…”

And then he kissed you.

It was soft at first, his lips tentative against yours. But the moment you responded, leaning into him with a soft sigh, something shifted. His hand slid from your cheek into your hair, fingers tangling gently, holding you in place as the kiss deepened. His lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left no room for doubt—this wasn’t rushed or desperate, but rather filled with meaning.

Your hands found their way to him almost instinctively. One pressed against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath your palm, while the other reached up, your fingers threading into his messy hair. The strands were soft between your fingers, and you gave a light tug, earning a quiet, muffled groan from him that made your stomach flutter.

His tongue grazed your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth, and you gasped softly, letting him in. The kiss grew hungrier, more insistent, as he explored you, tasting you in a way that made you feel utterly undone. He pulled you closer, his free hand settling at your waist, his grip firm but not forceful, like he was grounding himself in the feel of you.

When you finally pulled apart, the absence of his warmth made you shiver. Your lips were swollen and tingling, and a thin line of spit still connected your mouths, glinting faintly in the dim light. He smiled, a little breathless, and reached up to wipe it away with his thumb, the gesture as tender as it was intimate.

“Don’t forget,” he said, his voice low and laced with a teasing warmth, “I was your first kiss, love, and it would be silly of you to think I wouldn’t be your last one, too.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, your cheeks heating as you stared at him in shock. “You remember that?”

“‘Course I do,” he said with a grin, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You laughed, your hands instinctively coming up to cover your flaming face. “That was ages ago! I didn’t think you even cared about it.”

“Didn’t care? Love, it was all I could think about for weeks,” he admitted, his voice softening as he pulled your hands away, his fingers lacing with yours. “Guess I always kinda thought we’d end up here. Took a while, but… I dunno, it just feels right, doesn’t it?”

Your chest tightened at his words, the honesty in his voice making your own feelings impossible to ignore. “It does,” you said quietly, before glancing up at him nervously. “For what it’s worth… I’ve had feelings for you ever since that kiss.”

His eyebrows shot up, and then a slow, teasing grin spread across his face. “Since then? Bloody hell, love, you’ve been carryin’ a torch this whole time?”

You groaned, shoving lightly at his chest as he laughed. “Don’t make it sound so ridiculous!”

“It’s not ridiculous,” he said, catching your wrist and pulling you closer. His grin softened into something gentler, more affectionate. “It’s brilliant. And kinda sweet, if I’m honest.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “Shut up, Liam.”

“Make me,” he challenged, leaning in again, his eyes glinting with mischief as he captured your lips once more, leaving you no room for argument.

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@shes-thunderstormssss always comes through with the best requests so thank you so much for this one love, yer makin' me job a right dddle and I loved writin' it xx

hope all you lot like it as well!!

[saltnsugarbear]

I'm forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home

summary: boxer!lip gallagher headcanons and foundation building <3

title from: "Black-Eyed" by Placebo

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: I mean, like boxing is an aggressive sport so, she gets dirty at the end so MDNI!!!, choking kink mention, cumplay mentioned

side note: was originally soft and world building and doing research for boxing but,,,,, olive politely ruined all those thoughts

just some simple thoughts to begin! to test the waters!

-a middleweight boxer, just to begin. on a good week he could qualify for light heavyweight but he's properly enrolled in the middeweight division

-which just, is no commentary on JAW, however doing some looking into and looking for the general weight of a healthy 5'7" man puts him somewhere in the middleweight/barely light heavyweight division. but if we consider the Gallagher household income and diet they probably have, Lip is 100% in the middleweight division

-Lip is most well known for his jabs and uppercuts, his style is very agressive

-he's also known for taking a heavy beating in just about every fight he has.

-carl was big into Rambo, constantly playing First Blood when he could. so he naturally tried to see if any of Stallone's movies where similar. Lip was somehow enamored with Rocky when they borrowed it from the library.

-Carl didn't love Rocky like at all lmao, he wanted more fighting in there. Debbie loved Rocky and Adrian's relationship, she thinks they're adorable and romantic.

-This idea hinges on Lip being more aggressive in high school, getting into a lot more fights. This might be due to bullying or just being an overall aggressive kid with little dog syndrome

-At a certain point he's threatened with juvie and or foster care or he can put his anger into something more productive. Lip chose the latter.

-Kevin suggests boxing and even offers to help teach him if he wanted

-he does that thing that boys do where he thinks he can do it all by himself because he watched a movie about it a few times (he's seen every Rocky movie he can get his hands on)

-however jumping right into boxing is much harder than he thought it would be (surprise!) (dummy /affectionate)

-Lip is out of shape, has smokers lungs, and just,,,,, does not know how to throw a proper punch lmao

-so the first day at the gym he's dying

-soooo he goes to Kevin with his tail between his legs and begs him to teach him how to box

-now Kevin is FIT like

-like FIT.

-and Kevin is more than happy to help train Lip

-so through out high-school he spends his free time at the gym after he's done his homework and the work of kids who have paid him

-he gets fit, builds some muscle, adopts a slightly healthier diet

-once he's in college he gets a slightly less regimented schedule due to being out of the house

-he gets a little out of shape, doesn't do as many workouts and sparing matches as he should

-so when he drops out of college he goes back starts getting back into shape to actually start fighting!!

-sigh not to bring back Patsy's reader but like you probably work at Patsy's or maybe the Alibi Room??? some where he and his family frequent a lot!

-and he's just kind of like,,,, a little punk who wants your attention so bad lowkey cause like

-you mind your business! nice, respectful, keeps to themselves

-what he doesn't know is you're so drawn to him cause you've been watching the muscled guy dote on his baby brother and his sister and his other brother

-but also he's a punkass!!

-so you eventually entertain him and go on dates with him and he's

-yeah he's cocky about his stats but he's also just so sweet

-he starts doing fights for money a little before you guys start dating

-uses half his fighting earnings for his family, the other half he's got his own squirrel fund going

-when you guys are dating, he uses that other half to spoil you <3

-this next one is from Maggie's brain but I love it

-watching him during training, when he doesn't really need to wear his gloves, and seeing him send people flat to the ground is,,,,

-mind boggling, as his partner

-because you know that those hands are soft and loving

-just that morning, he was holding your face softly and memorizing each detail he could get his fingers on

-the night before, his hands were firm but soft on your thighs

-so seeing him knock grown men flat is mind boggling anddddd I mean you can guess right?

-turns you on a little bit that's what I'm getting at

-whenever olive comes in it becomes a whore house 🙄 (SO AFFECTIONATE I LOVE YOU OLIVE AND YOUR DIRTY MIND THANK YOU THANK YOU)

-olive thinks boxer lip has a choking kink and she would be correct

-which feeds into her bicep kink whatever whatever we love her

-fucking him in the locker room after good fight and he's not super busted up (you guys seen what Rocky looks like? busted eyelids and shit) (not lip, he's gonna have a bruise and a little cut be he's okay <3)

-he's very sweaty and very pent up and running off the adrenaline of the fight and winning

-also wearing his boxing shorts around!! just comfy clothes

-but we was talking about him fucking you in his robe which is very KVE of him *I've not seen Iron Claw I'm just saying what I've seen from the girlies

-I just think he kind of loves seeing Gallagher painted across your shoulders (or even your ass if he's got it on his shorts)

-but also he would have like a fun stage name guys what do we think his stage name would be

-like The Italian Stallion fucks like Rocky Balboa ate with that

-but he could also just be Lip

-Lip 🥰 in the blue corner <3

-whereas 🥵The Italian Stallion🥵 in the red corner?

-idk help guys

-anyways boxer lip has some CRAZY stamina

-like

-like CRAZY stamina

-you think you're ready to conk out after two rounds? yeah well Lips not so

-but he's soso sweet about it

-I'm back I've done some research and my idea works, walk with me

-this man is horny, we all know that like

-like he's HORNY

-anyways he goes like

-like crazy

-he's got one of your legs up over his shoulder, the other pressed up against his side where it's wrapped around his middle

-he has already made you come twice and your thirds on the way

-the squelching as he fucks you is pornographic, and he fucking loves it

-you simply cannot think, he's kept you teetering on the edge of overstimulation but all you can focus on is the feeling of him fucking into you, his shoulder flexing under your leg

-and he's being soso sweet cooing in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how he's going to fill you up so nice and you just need to go one more round with him after cause he wants to make sure you remember him before he fights later

-your third orgasm is what draws out Lip's first orgasm

-he's really gentle about how he rolls his hips into you, you can feel the mixture of both your release slipping out of you

-he's pressing soft, soft kisses to your face, telling you how good you are and how you feel just sooo good

-you can feel his cock twitch inside of you and the slow beginnings of him getting hard again

-and he's just being so

-"Come on baby, just need one more from ya" "Gonna let me fill you one more time?" "gotta make sure it sticks baby" "Wanna make sure you remember me when I'm up in the ring"

-and who are you to deny his soft pleas

-HELP WAIT GUYS GUYS

-so like after he reaches his second orgasm inside of you and he pulls out, he cannot stop looking at where the mix of you release slips out of you

-and he's hard again this punk

-but, you're just so sleepy and so floaty

-so Lip gets himself off above you, fucking himself into his hand using both of your guys cum as a lubricant

-anyways blah blah, he paints your tummy in his cum, it reaches just under your chest and this feeds into the marking thing he's got

-someone stop this man he's tooooo horny

-anyways he cleans you up (collects the cum he can and slips it into you, pushing it softly into you with his fingers, trying to keep the rest of your release from slipping out even more)

-but as you're drifting off, he makes sure to clean you up, dress you back in some cozy sleep clothes

-boxer lip the beloved

[applecherryandpears]

Liam's 1990s heart split in twin segments

Patsy about Liam for the Mirror, in October 2016

“When he wasn’t on tour we were joined at the hip and he always wanted to be with me – even if I was going to the supermarket for a pint of milk.

“In many ways it was the perfect relationship I’d dreamed about when I was 16,” she says. “On our first dates we just stayed up all night talking and sharing secrets. We even dressed the same – in Gucci duffle coats and desert boots – a bit like teenagers.”

Patsy's ex-husband Jim Kerr about Liam and Noel for Daily Record, in September 2009.

And what of Oasis and Liam Gallagher, who was married to Patsy for four years?

"Creatively, Oasis were running on fumes anyway," he said. "But you've not seen the end of them. They'll be back in a year because Noel and Liam are joined at the hip. It is a long time since I've had the desire to listen to an Oasis album, but they've still got it.

"Oasis are the band of their generation and Liam and Noel are larger than life. They're almost a caricature of themselves. So it's easy to forget how hard they worked in among the soap opera."

Jim has nothing but praise for Liam in his role as step-dad to James.

"Liam was always great to him and that made me feel great," he said. "I can't argue with that. Because can you imagine if my son didn't like him? I would be distraught."

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Die with a smile: chapter 1

Eren Yaeger x Black Reader

Wordcound: 1800+

An: this is all unedited sorry for any mistakes, my eyes hurt for rereading and adding to and rereading for the past 3 hours 🫠 I can’t promise all updates will be this long but I will try . I hope you guys enjoy

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Master list

Chapter 2

He had been successful.

Eren.

Eren had successfully infiltrated the Marley empire, passing off as a wounded soldier from their last encounter with another foreign country. It seemed the Marleyans had been busy warring with everyone all over the world.

Currently, he was in Liberio, where Marley kept the rest of the Eldians who were injured. It was his turn to be nursed and have his wounds dressed.

He said nothing as two nurses checked over his injuries, one searching his body for wounds, the other documenting the severity of each. He had put little effort into ensuring they did not heal, having gouged out his own eye and severed one of his legs from the knee down. Attacking would have proven difficult once upon a time, back when he had trouble changing into his Titan form, but now? Now this was as easy as breathing.

“Mr. Kruger, are you with us?” one of the nurses asked.

His eyes shifted in her direction, blinking slowly, yet he said nothing. He just sat there and observed, as he was meant to.

Knowing what he now knew, knowing what needs to be done in order for life in Paradis to be sustainable and have a real future, Eren had a role to play: helpless soldier, mentally traumatized with PTSD, body damaged beyond repair—another useless Marleyan. It was all part of his plan. Hell, he was already a rogue, abandoning his family friends and fellow comrades in Paradis. He could just picture Levi stewing at his insubordination, Mikasa worrying, Armin endlessly babbling trying to come up with a logical reason for all this… he could picture all of them and how they would react to him leaving, clear as day. He knew them all well, after all.

They were his family.

Eren could no longer focus on that now, though. He had a job to do. One that would shake the world as they knew it. One that no one could possibly understand. A hard job, but someone had to do it.

Me. I’m that someone, he reminded himself.

“Sir?” The same nurse, the one with red hair, attempted to gain his attention again. “Sir, can you hear me?”

“Forget it, Patsy, he’s a mute,” the other nurse commented, clearly not as patient as her partner.

“Doesn’t mean he can’t hear you, Ingrid,” Patsy hissed. “Probably trauma, poor guy.”

“Yeah, yeah, just give him over to her so we can move on to the next.”

Her?

Patsy sighed, still feeling bad for the disfigured soldier before her.

“Mr. Kruger, we have a healer who will tend to your wounds. Hopefully, that’ll speed up the process, and you won’t be in so much pain after a while.”

Kind. Foolish. he thought, remaining silent.

With a sigh, she turned slightly. “Come. He’s ready.”

Eren’s eyes shifted slightly, just enough for him to follow where the nurse gazed, to whom she spoke. He hadn’t even seen the young woman sitting in the dark corner.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

For a while, there was no sound other than the nurses departing, their heels clapping against the stone floor and the door opening and shutting behind them.

“You’re different. You’re not like the others, I can tell.”

Though he still said nothing, she continued as if she knew he wondered how she could tell.

“I can feel it. You’re from one of the other nations, aren’t you?”

Neither are you, he thought as she finally stood directly in front of the bed he was seated upon. It was then Eren got a really good look at her.

She was striking. She looked to be about his age—healthy, well, healthy for the most part, which was a shock seeing how they treated the Eldians. Her eyes looked tired, as if all her energy had been spent, yet she tried to conceal it—from the other staff or from the patients, he wasn’t sure. Yet there was an aura about her that was both inviting and mysterious; he could almost feel it drawing him in.

Then there was her skin.

He’d only seen skin that color once, and that was on Onyakapon.

As she stood under the beaming lights used to examine him, he immediately took notice of how her brown skin radiated and glowed under the warm light, exuding a sense of richness and beauty that left him momentarily breathless. Her features were elegant, yet there was a distinct strength in her presence.

His eyes traveled to her hair, which was styled in a neat bun atop her head. It reminded him of the way Christa wore her hair, except higher. The curls and coils poking out, thick and textured, framed her face beautifully, showcasing her natural beauty.

He’d never seen anyone like her before.

“You’re perceptive,” Eren finally responded, earning a faint smirk from the young woman before him.

“When you’ve been here as long as I have…” she trailed off with a shrug as she began to undo some of the dressings on his wounds, presumably given to him once they found him on the battlefield. Some were sticking to his skin, holding on due to the dry blood that had caked around each wound.

“Surprised they trust me here with you alone,” he spoke after he beat his voice, still low, barely above a whisper.

“They know I won’t run.” It was then he noticed the chain around her ankle. “Surprised you can talk.”

Here against her will then, noted.

Eren hummed in response as he continued to watch her reach for the small square-like device on the table beside him. As she began to turn the knob, he could hear a faint clicking with each twist. It reminded him of the way the gears sounded when they would open the gate in Paradis.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a timer,” came the simple answer.

“Its purpose?” She frowned a bit at this question, wondering how he didn’t know what the small device in her hand was, but made no comment. Instead, she answered.

“It keeps track of the time for me while I work. I can only heal each afflicted area for one minute before I have to move on to the next. It’s their way of keeping me from exerting all my energy on one patient.”

“Heal?”

This time she didn’t answer, only slowly began sticking out her hand, hovering it above the cut next to his right eyebrow. She felt a sudden grip on her wrist—it wasn’t too tight but enough to hold her in place and keep her from advancing. Eren hadn’t even realized he did it. It was more or less a reflex.

She didn’t seem to mind, however, giving him a gentle smile—one he noticed didn’t quite reach her eyes, as if she were saying, ‘It’s okay,’ and he slowly let her go.

Eren watched with a curious gaze; her hand felt warm, emitting a slight glow. It reminded him of the flash of light you’d see when the Titans shifted. After a few moments of silence, she removed her hand.

“There. Feel better?”

“Much,” he answered, unable to hide all the surprise in his voice. While the cut didn’t actually hurt at all, he knew what it felt like for his body to heal.

The difference was, it felt as if something had gone in and forced his body to repair broken blood vessels and grow new tissue, all while soothing the injured area. The sensation was cool, reminding him of a salve or balm.

Interesting.

She worked in comfortable silence, and Eren let her do so, uninterrupted—healing and then cleaning up the remaining spots of dried blood. After ten minutes or so, he heard her exhale, giving him a once-over before checking the sheet one of the nurses had left behind.

“Three more spots to go,” she announced.

“You been here long?” Eren asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

“I’ve been here for as long as I can remember.”

“So forever, then?”

“No, not forever. I had a family once,” she shared while she worked, her movements calculated and smooth. “One that loved me. The island I lived on wasn’t perfect, but it was a happy place. I was…”

“You were what?” He encouraged her to continue.

“Free.”

Free.

Something Eren never felt he’d truly experience, not in this lifetime. A truth he’d never spoken aloud, as he didn’t think anyone else was aware of the invisible shackles that tied them to this world, the curse that had been placed on all Eldians. It was a bit bewildering to speak to another human who was self-aware of the hand dealt to them.

She was quiet after that, and Eren didn’t bother to strike up a conversation. This was his first day here, after all, and he still had loads of ground to cover as well as information to gather.

He was certain he found who he was looking for; now he had to be sure he could trust her. For now, though, he wouldn’t push her. He was sure this wouldn’t be the last time they saw each other.

“I’m afraid I can’t do much for your leg today. Those kinds of energies take a little bit more out of me when it comes to healing larger wounds. They’ve already put you on the list for that, though, so take a few more days.”

Confirmed.

“Hopefully, I was able to give you a bit of peace. The fatigue you feel is normal, so try not to feel too alarmed. Try to get some rest; it’ll help with the healing process.”

Eren gave a short nod as she discarded the bloodied towels and rags from tending to him.

“I’ll be seeing you, Mr. Kruger.”

“Thank you.” He uttered as she opened the door. Turning her head slightly he could see yet another faint smile on her face.

“You’re welcome.”

[zablife]

Joel Takes You on a Road Trip

Joel Miller x gf reader

A/N: Fall road trip, requested by @huntingingoodwill. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge. Patsy Cline Song is "Leavin' on Your Mind."

Warnings: mention of the infected, sedation Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

"Ain't falling asleep on me, are ya?" Joel asked, brushing your cheek lightly.

You glanced over at him with a lazy smile as you denied the gentle rocking was indeed lulling you into a comfortable slumber. "Course not," you mumbled over the quiet static of the car radio.

"And here I thought we were gonna have a nice chat," he chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the steering wheel.

You might have noticed the nervous gesture if you hadn't been thoroughly exhausted, a yawn rippling through you as you tried to respond. "Wh-what do you want to...talk about?" you finally managed to ask.

The lines near his temples crinkled slightly in amusement at the sight of your drooping eyelids, prompting him to gently urge, "Go on and close your eyes, darlin'." After the months you'd spent together, he was well aware you couldn't keep them open more than five minutes during long drives. However, the certainty of it gave him pause, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut thinking of the trust you'd placed in him.

Failing to notice his sullen expression, you snuggled down into the passenger's seat with Joel's jacket. Fingers clutching the worn edges of the soft fabric, you gently pulled the weighted material over yourself for warmth, careful to cover the unsightly bite mark on your shoulder. It was a gruesome reminder of the ordeal you'd faced just before meeting the man you now considered your guardian angel.

While others were unwilling to believe your fantastic claim of being bitten without infection, Joel had accepted you into his circle of protection instantly. He offered gentle words of comfort to get you through the early nights when you couldn't sleep out of fear and worry. With steadfast devotion, he promised you'd survive.

When you asked how he could be certain, he swore he'd seen a similar case once before in a young girl named Ellie. Though he was reluctant to speak of her, you learned she'd been like a daughter to him. The heartache in his voice kept you from asking questions about her fate, but the nagging curiosity rarely ceased. Only one thing could distract you from it and that was the sound of Joel's soft, Texas twang.

"Tell me again," you begged, head resting on the rattling window frame and he knew exactly what you meant.

As your eyelids fluttered, the passing shades of orange and red lightly dusted your vision and you began to imagine the kaleidoscope of color around Joel's lakeside cabin this time of year. He'd described it to you many times to satiate your curiosity, yet you still begged for more. You loved the way he spoke about this idyllic place, reciting the details from his memory like a bedtime story.

With a bit of reluctance, his husky voice rumbled to life beside you. "We're gonna follow the main road until it forks. Then 'bout three miles south there's a dirt path that twists and turns so far into the woods you'd think you were goin' back in time."

You exhaled deeply in satisfaction at his familiar tale, relishing the way he embellished the narrative like all good storytellers do.

"After you pass a rickety, old barn, you know you're gettin' close," his voice faded out momentarily as a radio station came into range. Patsy Cline's crisp, clear voice ringing out.

If you got leavin' on your mind Tell me now, get it over

His breathing hitched, eyes staring at the road intently as though deep in thought and you took the opportunity to remind him of the rest.

"The one with the peeling red paint that your uncle helped build," you added, so softy he almost didn't hear you.

"That's right," he agreed with a small nod of his chin. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued in the low, deep voice that soothed your soul. "You pass that barn and Grandaddy's cabin sits back there on the far side of the lake. On a calm day the water looks just like glass."

He ventured a wistful glance in your direction, eyes squinting against the sunshine as he tried and failed to picture the two of you standing on the dock. He'd wanted to take you fishing many times and introduce you to the splendid wonder of the surroundings. If not for recent circumstances, you might have lived happily on that forgotten parcel of land as man and wife. Shaking his head to dislodge the notion, he tried to bite back his own anxiety with honeyed promises so sweet he nearly succumbed to them himself.

"We'll fish and skip rocks across the lake," he hummed quietly, caught up in his own daydream. "If you get cold, I'll start a fire in the old wood stove to keep us warm..."

The serene thought made you curl your limbs in tighter, imagining his strong arms cradling you beneath a large quilt. You soon felt your body grow heavy with sleep, the soft rumbling of the engine melding with the strain of a piano and a forlorn voice.

Hurt me now, get it over I may learn to love again

A sudden jerk jolted you from slumber as the golden sunshine glistening before you sharpened into a ray of bright, white. You moaned, but when it escaped your lips there was a distinct note of pain present.

"Try not to move," a strange voice persisted as the pressure on your shoulder intensified.

"Joel?" you cried out, as you felt yourself being rolled down a long, sterile corridor. Arms and legs flailing in a frenzied panic, you began to reach out for him without success.

"We're going to need more sedation," a second voice announced behind you.

The radio was still playing in the distant recesses of your mind even as you blinked against the harsh light overhead and you struggled to comprehend where you were.

Don't leave me here, in a world Filled with dreams that might have been

"We'll take it from here," the voice near you soothed someone in the distance confidently, but it only worsened the spike of panic coursing through you.

Using all your willpower, you fought to sit up and crane your neck to see around the gurney. You found Joel's grief stricken face staring back at you from the doorway, a young brunette gathered in his arms. As a firm hand pressed you back into the bed, your strangled cry burst forth. "Don't leave me! Joel, please!"

His big brown eyes widened at your plea, helplessly looking between you and her. Just then the girl buried her head to his chest, groaning in agony. "Stay with me, Ellie," he urged as he strode away from you without looking back.

Your brain raced to piece everything together as you felt the sharp sting of a needle going into your arm.

"Shouldn't we alert security?" the nurse by your side hissed at her colleague.

"A life for a life. That was the agreement," you thought the other woman replied as your head grew fuzzy.

The rest of their conversation became a gentle buzzing at your ear as you sunk back against the pillows, the sedatives plunging you into a shadowy world of fantasy.

The tiny cabin stood before you, just as Joel had described, a path of bright orange leaves beckoning you to follow. The only sound was the distinct crunching beneath your boots, keeping count of every step. But when you came to rest, you found yourself alone, abandoned at the edge of a still, dark lake.

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[thedemoninyourcloset]

Some of my favorite parts from the "Dice on ice... With King Dice!" script part 1.

I have been waiting for this for so long omg

Stickler being a Devildice shipper was NOT on my 2024 bingo card, but God I love this😭😭 (I also love how they're kinda breaking the fourth wall here lmao)

CANONICALLY BLACK DICE FOR THE WIN YES THANK YOU DD!! 🙏🙏 (also Dice and his gambling debts💀💀)

I have been saying that the Devil is genderfluid since 2022, this made me so happy omg. (now someone draw Devil in a red dress wearing heels and fabulous makeup please)

The Devil listening to Patsy Cline and his fav movie being Thelma and Louise fits him a little too well for some reason help 😭😭

AND NOT THE DEVIL ALSO AGREEING ON DICE BEING CANONICALLY BLACK LMAO. IF THE DEVIL SAYS SO, THEN THAT'S THE CASE

JERRY IS BACK I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMG 🫶🫶 Also Dice knowing him implies that they have interacted before, which I find very interesting.

HOLY SHIT THE CASINO BOSSES OMG I HAVE SO MANY THEORIES ALREADY I'M NEVER GONNA STOP YAPPING ABOUT THIS NOW

I love how Dice's "moment alone" is with the Devil. It kinda shows that whatever happens, the Devil is always with Dice, no matter what.

"Do not deadname me if you want your job back😠" I LITERALLY WAITED FOR THE WHOLE ENTIRE SHOW FOR THERE TO BE SOME KIND OF A REFERENCE TO DEVIL BEING LUCIFER AND NOW WE GOT IT🙏🙏

And this. The way it also shows how no matter what, they are together and they need each other to be complete. (that sounded dramatic as fuck but let me cook here y'all)

DEVILDICE KISS PART TWO OMG!!

This whole entire was just *chiefs kiss*

"Dice blushes. The Devil's eyes flutter. Dice leans forward" HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS. And not Dice being completely ready to be owned by the Devil for eternity 😭😭

Dice you fucking masochist

And Evil and Vile. Oh, as much as I love you two little brats, WE WANT THE DEVILDICE KISS SO PLEASE

And again bc Tumblr only lets me add 10 photos, I'm gonna make a part 2 when I have time. This script was fucking amazing, I was screaming and jumping around my room for the whole entire time fr😭😭

‼️If you want to read the whole script, you can find in on DD's Twitter (DeekiDeke) ‼️

[stellarsturniolos]

━━ ⟢ ‘haven (chapter 00)’ ╰ M.S.

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ . in which.. it's the middle of summer and you're seeking refuge in boston. you're running away from a haunted past, one that you wish would just stay buried and forgotten. while in boston you meet a single father and bookstore owner, matt sturniolo, who swiftly turns your world upside down. but what happens when your past demons resurface?

warnings: this series will contain smut, angst, abuse + other mature themes.

A/N: reblogs and likes are appreciated! i do NOT give consent for my work to be copied or uploaded to any other platform. thank you. divider by my beloved @bernardsbendystraws <3

word count: 1,179.

your job at the small seafood restaurant, patsy's, isn't exactly ideal. but it was the first job offer you got after moving to boston, so you took it.

because as your daddy used to say, beggars can't be choosers.

but sometimes you can't help but wonder if you made a huge mistake, moving all the way out here all by yourself.

you trudge from one booth to the next, clearing away the piles of dirty dishes before wiping down the sticky tabletops with a damp cloth.

you frown as you spot a young couple across the restaurant – they're holding hands, smiling and laughing with one another as they share a slice of cheesecake.

you know you looked like them once. happy, in love. but it didn't take long for you to figure out that true love is only an illusion.

you shake your head as if to clear away the ugly memories that come flooding into your mind. you very quickly finish cleaning off your tables and pocket your tips before saying goodbye to your coworkers for the evening.

instead of going straight to your lonely studio apartment, you decide to roam around the city. to take some time to explore your new home, which is something you hadn't bothered to do at all since you moved to boston.

you spot a cute little bookstore in the distance and speed walk towards it, silently praying for air conditioning to rescue you from the sweltering mid-day heat.

when you step inside, the first thing you notice is the curated selection of books – mostly novels for children and young teenagers, but you spot a small adult romance and fantasy section in the corner of the store and make a beeline for it.

you don't notice the little girl sitting behind the counter until you feel her eyes watching your every move. as you're reading the synopsis of one of the few fantasy novels on the shelf, you slowly turn around and try to seek out any other adults, but you don't see anyone. that's when you notice the small storage room behind the counter.

the little girl grins at you and waves excitedly. "hi! you're super pretty."

you offer a small smile back. you've never been the best with children. "thank you. so are you." you clutch the book to your chest and take a step closer to the counter.

"my name is hailey. what's your name?" hailey asks with a curious twinkle in her eye.

you suddenly hear a deep voice coming from the storage room. "baby, who are you talking–," the man steps into your line of sight and pauses. "oh, i'm sorry. was she bothering you?"

"no, definitely not." you say, trying to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear but it's too short to catch. "she was being very sweet."

"okay, good." the man says with a sheepish smile. "she's a yapper, like her uncles. but, um, since you've met my daughter, i guess i should introduce myself. i'm matt sturniolo."

you reach out to shake his hand as you introduce yourself. "it's nice to meet you, matt. and you, hailey."

"daddy, i told her she's super pretty. isn't she super pretty?" hailey says, tugging at her dad's shirt sleeve insistently.

you smile at the small girl and try to ignore the way matt's cheeks turn almost crimson. "yes, baby girl, our new friend is very pretty."

you clasp the book you're holding a little bit tighter against your chest. "thank you."

"so, um.. are you just visiting boston or something? i don't think i've ever seen you around before."

the corners of your lips curve into a small grin. "oh, no, i just moved here about a month ago. from florida."

"no way, you lived in florida?" he says, grinning. "i've always wanted to visit universal studios. i can't believe you left a cool state like that for boston of all places."

you shrug. "i just needed a fresh start, i guess. and i like the weather here. it's nice."

matt's eyes light up. "oh, just wait for the fall! i highly recommend the charles river esplanade, especially in october. and i know the best places for apple picking too."

your smile turns a bit bashful. "yeah? i guess i'll have to take your word for it. i've never been apple picking before."

his jaw goes slack, a look of pure astonishment on his handsome face. "you've never been apple picking before? well, i suppose that just means you'll have to join hailey and i when we go next." he looks down at his daughter. "isn't that right, sweetheart?"

hailey's eyes widen and she looks at you pleadingly. "yes! please please please?"

you feel a wave of disbelief wash over you. nobody has ever shown you such kindness and hospitality before. not even your ex-fiancé. "well, okay.. if you're sure that won't be a problem."

matt's smile is almost childlike at this point. "it won't be a problem at all. consider it our way of welcoming you to boston."

a soft laugh escapes your lips. "okay, deal." you lift up the book you're holding. "can i pay for this?"

"nope." matt says with an enthusiastic smirk. "just take it. as a thank you for being so nice to my hailey."

"what?" your eyes widen. "no, i can't accept that. i'll pay for it. i have cash right here." you say, pulling a wad of crumpled up bills out of your pocket.

"keep your money." he insists. "you can pay for it by promising to come visit us again."

"i.. i.." you stutter. "are you sure?"

"i own the store and i make the rules, so yes, i'm sure. keep the book and come see us again so we can plan our apple picking adventures. capisce?"

you feel your cheeks grow warm. "okay.. thank you, matt, really." you smile at him, and then at hailey. "i'll come back soon. i promise."

as you turn to leave, you take a few steps toward the exit before pausing. you suck in a deep breath. you want to offer him your phone number, but you're just too damn shy.

you turn around and open your mouth, trying to think of the right words to say without sounding too desperate, but you're shocked to see him standing right behind you. he holds out a little sheet of paper and rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly as you reach for it.

"um, if you need someone to show you around the city or anything.. give me a call." he says without making eye contact with you.

hailey slaps her little hands over her mouth, but you can still hear her giggling. you bite your lip to stop yourself from beaming. "thank you."

you can feel the heat spreading across your face and neck, so you tuck the piece of paper into your pocket and leave the store, feeling giddy – with 'enchanted' by taylor swift playing on a loop in your head.

maybe moving to boston wasn't a mistake after all.