#just wait for another bombshell dude

[the-iceni-bitch]

Always Living in the Final Hour

Summary: Bachelor and bachelorette weekend shenanigans with the (almost) quadrouple.

Words: ~5.5k

Relationship(s): Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson x female!reader, Jake Jensen x female!reader (platonic - for now), little peeks at the quadrouple to come y’all.

Warning: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, m receiving oral sex, rimming, feminization), established relationships, secrets revealed, mentions of homophobia, misunderstandings, they’re all cute and dumb and in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love them so much 😭

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You grinned when you heard the knock at your hotel room door, finishing putting your earrings in and adjusting your tits in your dress before pulling the door open and beaming at Jake.

“Hey… wow, look at you!” He gave you his own smile when he got a look at you, spinning you around then pulling you into a warm embrace once he’d taken you in. “You look amazing, you’re a fucking bombshell.”

“Shut up, you’re so fucking cute.” You giggled when he kissed you on the cheek, playing with the edge of his shirt and kissing him back before dragging him out the door. “Is everyone ready to go!”

“Yep, just waiting on your fine ass.” Jake laughed and smacked your ass playfully as you made your way to the elevator, giving you a mocking pout when you turned around and slapped his chest in retaliation before chewing on his lip with a bit of residual anxiety. “You’re really sure it’s okay for me to be here? They’re your friends and I’m just… some dude.”

“Yeah, some dude who’s sucked the same dick I have and is a giant sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes and dragged him after you onto the elevator, leaning against his chest and winding your fingers through his affectionately. “Plus, we’re officially besties after that skinny dipping incident.”

“Skinny dipping? I told you, I thought I walked through a spider web!” He tickled you and laughed when you pinched his cheek. “Felt like I had the creepy crawlies all over me. No one made you take your clothes off, weirdo.”

“That’s true, but I love being naked, and don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it!” You let him give you a tight hug and lift you off your feet once the doors opened to the lobby, waving at your group and laughing when they cheered as they spotted you. “So since we’ve seen all of each other, and spilled our guts over wine, and we’re best friends, you have to be at my bachelorette party, no arguments, blondie. Alright bitches! We doing any bars or going straight to the strip clubs?”

“Oh shit, is this what you use to fuel your jet, Levinson?” Ransom coughed after downing the shot Ari had handed him, frowning when the larger man just chuckled around his cigar and reached over to squeeze his thigh. “Is it even safe for me to smoke after drinking that?”

“It’s fine, don’t be a baby.” Ari grinned even wider when Ransom smacked his hand away, waving down the waitress to bring another bourbon for the groom. “Stick to your boring brown liquor, Drysdale. And just one more cigar, think your boys are getting antsy.”

“What? Oh my god.” Ransom rolled his eyes when he he looked towards where the frat boys were gathered, waving dismissively when Logan gestured meaningfully at his watch. “Yeah, go! We’ll meet you there. Ridiculous.”

“Mmhm, well, I think they were planning on there being a lot more strippers by this point.” Ari watched them leave before taking the new drinks from the waitress, giving her a large bill and winking at her when she smiled at him before shrugging when Ransom gave him a look. “What?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Ransom almost inhaled his scotch when Ari cooed sympathetically and scooted closer to him, letting out a delighted laugh when he placed his hand very high up on his thigh and leaned close to nuzzle at his jaw. “Ari! You’re such a whore!”

“And you’re so jealous, poor baby.” Ari bit Ransom’s ear gently before sliding his hand even higher, squeezing Ransom’s thigh and purring when the man whined and leaned into his touch. “I'm so sorry, pretty boy, you deserve all the attention, you’re getting married after all. Gonna have such a pretty wife to spoil you and treat you nice like you deserve.”

“Fuck, you know how worked up I get when anyone calls her my wife, you teasing bastard.” Ransom downed the rest of his drink and growled before turning to face Ari, practically crawling into the man’s lap when he finally slid his hand up to cup his bulge as he smashed their lips together. “I’m going to marry her, god she’s so fucking perfect.”

“You’re both perfect, shit.” Ari groaned when Ransom rocked his hips and sucked on Ari’s bottom lip, standing quickly and pulling the younger man with him before he had a chance to protest. “Don’t give me that look, I don’t wanna lose my membership to this place just because we’re both sluts. We’re gonna finish in the car.”

“Yeah, that’ll work.” Ransom whined when Ari pressed him against the side of the car and kissed him hungrily, letting him throw him into the backseat once he got the door open and yanking him on top of his body when they started to drive away. “We don’t even have time to do anything.”

“Nonsense, we have plenty of time.” Ari pulled Ransom’s knees around his hips and molded their lips together, humming when he felt his hard cock pressed against his own and ground into him. “We’re both nice and worked up, pretty sure I can get one out of you, you’re easy.”

“‘M not… shit.” Ransom tossed his head back and gasped when Ari pressed into him harder, whimpering when he felt his beard scratching against his throat as he licked that spot that drove him crazy and he rolled his hips up to meet him. “Yeah, okay. Just don’t stop.”

“Mmm, never sweet boy.” Ari sucked on the hinge of Ransom’s jaw and moaned when he felt the other man’s cock twitching through his slacks, increasing the speed of his hips and squeezing Ran’s waist when the man ran his fingers through his hair. “Give it to me, honey, just want you to enjoy your party.”

Ransom sobbed when Ari curled his hand around his neck and squeezed lightly, his body arching off the back seat as he yanked on the older man’s hair while his cock throbbed and pulsed while he came all over the inside of the pretty red panties you’d insisted he wear. He felt Ari’s cock twitching as well and grinned when the other man purred against his neck and licked his throat, at least until he heard the click of a camera shutter and slapped Ari’s shoulders while he laughed softly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ransom pouted and turned his face away when Ari tried to kiss him again, leaving the man to press his lips to his cheek and huffing when he saw him texting someone. “You sending that to her?”

“She said she wanted regular updates, and I think the first orgasm of the night is something she’d want to know about.” Ari shoved his phone back in his pocket and gripped Ransom’s chin, forcing his gaze back to him and giving him a sly smile as he rubbed their noses together. “Now quit being a brat and kiss me.”

Ransom couldn’t help but giggle when Ari suckled on his bottom lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth, winding his arms around his neck and sighing softly as he melted into the kiss. He had never been happier about his choice for best man, a weekend of sex with Ari interspersed with drinking and smoking and luxury clubs really was the perfect way to celebrate his pending nuptials. There wasn’t a thing he could think of that would ruin his good time, except maybe…

“What took you so…” both of them froze when the door opened and they were suddenly face to face with Logan, Ransom trying to decide between shoving Ari off and denying everything or just burying his face in the bear’s neck to hide. “What in the actual fuck, Drysdale?!”

You screeched happily when Jake whispered a filthy joke in your ear after you pointed out the gorgeous man across the dance floor who had been eyeing him, slapping his chest and biting his ear when he picked you up and spun you around. Once the song was over your whole group made its way back to your booth to do even more shots before heading to the strip club, the rest of the women just rolling their eyes and teasing you every time you and Jake got a little affectionate, mostly because whenever they did he turned absolutely pink and tried to splutter out an explanation, which was completely adorable. They were all totally in love with him, especially after he almost punched some asshole who didn’t want to take the hint that none of you were interested in doing body shots with him when he called you a bunch of drunk cunts. Of course, what actually ended up happening was you all dog piled the douche bag and managed to get in a few good licks before Jake finally pulled all of you off and herded you out of the bar while you screamed obscenities back at the chauvinist that made Jake crack up as soon as he was sure you were all okay, but after that every single one of you was officially in love with him.

“No, I can’t have tequila!” He was all pink again when you rested your head on his shoulder and gave him a messy grin as you held the shot in front of his face. “I really can’t, or I might actually go over there and ask that guy to smack me in the face with his dick.”

“You should, he’s hot!” You squealed and clapped happily when he took the shot from you with a cute little grumble and slammed it down. “C’mon, let’s go hook you up.”

“No, bombshell, no!” He laughed when you pouted at him when he refused to budge, pulling you close and tweaking your nose as he pulled you with the group towards the exit even as he started to feel warm and loose from the tequila. “This is your night, I’m not going to abandon you just to hook up with some, admittedly beautiful, random guy.”

“You’re so sweet, blondie.” You settled in his lap after you all climbed into the limo, letting out a drunk hiccup and walking your fingers across his broad chest with a hum. “I’m gonna find you a boyfriend, though. Gimme my phone, wanna see if my puppy is having a good time.”

Jake rested his cheek on the top of your head and chuckled while you played with his shirt absentmindedly, ignoring the chatter from the rest of the group as he reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. He didn’t mean to look at the screen, he really didn’t, but the picture came up and he couldn’t help it, his face blanching immediately as he slapped the phone down against the seat and tried to avoid looking at you.

“Jakey? What’s up?” You frowned when he just shook his head at you and pressed his mouth in a thin line. “Is something wrong? Give me my phone.”

“I ca… I can’t.” He was struggling to come up with a good reason he couldn’t give it to you, the tequila was getting to him. “It must have fallen out of your purse at the club.”

“What? Jake, I saw you pull it out of my purse.” Now you were annoyed, why was he being so sneaky all of a sudden? “Lemme see.”

“I can’t… shit!” He cursed himself when you managed to move faster than he thought you could and snatched the phone out of his grip, trying to wrestle it away from you and failing when you somehow pinned him to the seat and sat on his chest. “Baby, it’s nothing, don’t look at it!”

“What the fuck are you on about?” You ignored his continued protests as you unlocked your screen and pulled up your texts. “There’s nothing here. Why are you so worried?”

“Nothing? Ran is cheating on you!” He clapped his hand over his mouth as soon as he said it, shaking his head when you gave him a very aggressive glare and all the other conversations on the limo stopped and suddenly your friends were all screaming about how they were going to kick that pretty boy’s ass.

“God, you’re all so fucking dramatic, calm down!” You had to start chucking ice at all of them when they started pulling up their phones to send threats to your fiancé, still staring daggers at Jake, even though there was no way you could stay mad at him, he was just trying to protect you. “Ransom is not cheating on me. It’s Ari!”

“Who cares who it is, I’m going to cut that man’s balls off!” Taylor dodged the plastic cup you threw at her as she kept cursing.

“No, I mean… thanks for this blondie.” Jake at least looked slightly embarrassed. “We’re kinda, sorta, but not totally, in a poly thing with the sex god.”

That shut all of them up, Jake’s eyes bugging out of his head as he stared at you while the rest of your friends just gave you blank looks that made you a little nervous. You had never planned on making this part of your relationship public, but here you were. You hoped Ran’s night was going better.

“It’s not a big deal!” Ransom felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest as he avoided the stares of his friends, all of whom looked very upset with him. “Nothing happened!”

“Oh, right!” He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, or that he could just go back to the hotel with Ari and spend the rest of the weekend letting him fuck every thought out of his head, instead of being stuck with all his friends scolding him in some strip club for hooking up with a guy. “That’s why you were both sporting pants tents and trying to suck each other’s faces off.”

“You boys need to calm down.” Ari rolled his eyes when they gave him nasty looks, sighing when he tried to put an arm around Ransom to comfort him and the man practically cowered. “I’m not gonna put up with any of your homophobic bull shit towards him, so lock it up.”

“What? Homophobic?” Dylan had the sense to at least look slightly embarrassed. “Who give a fuck about that, he’s cheating on his fiancée?”

“Yeah, news flash, we all know you’re bi, Drysdale.” Chaz shot a glare at Logan when he looked like he was thinking of making a joke. “No one cares.”

“You know?” Ransom hated how small his voice sounded, letting Ari put an arm around him this time and blowing out a shuddering breath when he leaned into the man without thought. “How?”

“Sloane told us, was trying to get all of us to dump you so she could make you totally dependent on her, like we’d leave you alone with that bitch. We’ve been waiting for you to come out for years.” Dylan shoved Logan when he started to open his mouth again. “But how could you do this to your girl, Ran, you’re fucking lost for her? You realize that all of our girls will kill us if they find out you cheated on her?”

“Alright, let’s all just relax.” Ari decided to take over since Ransom looked like he’d just been hit by a brick wall, pulling his phone up and scrolling up through the group chat. “No one is cheating.”

“Oh, and what would you call it?” Dylan took Ari’s phone and scowled as he looked at the screen, his expression melting into one of confusion as he read all the texts you sent about how pretty Ransom looked when he was choking on Ari’s dick and how much you loved both of them. “Huh.”

“What?” Chaz took the phone when Dylan handed it to him, blowing out a deep breath that had Ransom burning his face in his hands as he groaned and leaned into Ari even more. “Alright then. Are you… happy?”

Ransom just nodded, his growl drowned out by Ari’s when they heard Logan choke on a laugh once he got a look at the texts, Ari snatching the phone out of his hand when he started to scroll through the messages like a damn snoop. Everyone looked massively uncomfortable as all of them just stared at each other, Ransom chewing on his lips until Ari gripped his chin and tugged his mouth open with his thumb.

“Jesus Christ, everyone is so fucking uptight.” Logan rolled his eyes after a few minutes of awkward silence, leaning forward and clapping Ransom on the shoulder then snorting when the man jumped. “Look, Drysdale, I’m just happy that even though you’re getting married you’re still kind of a man whore. So why don’t we all get over this little misunderstanding and hit that gay strip club down the block. Apparently, they have a special on body shots with their dancers. I bet they’ll love you two.”

“So all three of you sleep together?” You rolled your eyes when you nodded in answer to the question for what felt like the tenth time, glad that no one was talking about castrating your future husband at least. “Is… are you guys marrying Ari too?”

“No! Oh my god.” You groaned and gave Jake a look when he kept rubbing your shoulders, he felt absurdly guilty about blabbing and you’d had to spend a good five minutes listening to him apologize. “Ransom and I are in love, and we love Ari, but as our absolute best friend who we also sleep with… a lot. Can we just go enjoy the strippers, please? And thanks so much for helping me explain things, Anne.”

“This is so not on me, you could’ve been up front about your little throuple situation.” Your maid of honor just laughed when you snarled at her. “Yeah yeah, you don’t want to define it, whatever. I’ll buy you a lap dance.”

“Fine, you’re all buying me lap dances!” They finally seemed to be able to move past their initial shock, letting out some light cheers when you stopped in front of the club and all started to climb out until they were eventually giggling when they thought about doing more shots. “I wanna be covered in body glitter and smell like Viva La Juicy by the time we leave. Can I have my phone now, blondie? Want to actually check on the boy toy.”

“Yeah.” Poor Jake had been beet red for the past five minutes, only getting even redder when you kissed his cheek and gave his shoulder a squeeze when he handed your phone back to you. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“Jake, I can’t stay mad at you, so please stop apologizing.” You wound your arm through his and leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling when he pressed his cheek against your forehead and let out a deep breath as he handed you your phone. “You’re my bestie blondie, people would’ve found out anyway, though I will admit it would have been nice if it hadn’t been a surprise. Now, go find me all the pretty twunk strippers, okay?”

He gave you a shy smile before walking away to find you a dancer, still blushing all cute and being his adorable self in a way that was sure to endear him to everyone. You just shook your head fondly as you pulled up your texts, chuckling to yourself and leaning against the bar while you texted Ransom that he did not have to worry about your bridal party castrating him, and that he should enjoy getting turned inside out by his boyfriend and you loved him more than anything.

The sheer amount of alcohol Ransom managed to consume at the marathon of strip clubs had helped him calm down, and being able to just be open now about who he was and what he wanted. Plus, Ari. Ari was always there and the feeling of his hands on Ransom’s body and the occasional brush of his lips against his cheek had pulled any residual stress right out of him, and also gotten him stupidly turned on. The man was a menace. Which was why the two of them had stayed in the bar of Ari’s hotel after the rest of the frat boys went back to their rooms, Ransom leaning on Ari’s shoulder and playing with his hair while he begged him to do all sorts of nasty things to him.

“Baby, you’re so worked up, goddamn.” Ari gave him a sly grin when Ransom whined in his ear, unable to fight the urge he always had to be a giant tease. “Not even sure you could really handle me doing everything you want right now, might make you black out before we have any real fun.”

“Please? Just wanna feel your mouth on my pussy.” Ransom was feeling so warm and buzzed after all the champagne and whiskey he’d consumed through the whole night, nuzzling into Ari’s neck and giggling when he almost spat out his scotch.

“Your what?!” The man hissed low enough that Ransom could barely hear him over the noise of the hotel bar, moaning when the older man gripped the back of his neck and forced his gaze to his as he chewed on his lip. “Your girl know you talk like this, boy?”

Ransom’s knees almost buckled at the low growl of ‘boy’ against his lips, grabbing the front of Ari’s shirt to keep himself upright and whining as his cock throbbed in his soft silk panties.

“You mean Daddy?” Ransom purred when Ari’s pupils somehow blew even wider, only a thin ring of ice around deep black pools he could lose himself in while the bearded man grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. “Daddy loves when I talk about my little pussy. She tells me how pretty it is and how sweet it tastes when it’s all wet and crying for cock. Don’t you wanna taste, sir?”

“Christ, come on.” Ari dragged Ransom after him towards the elevator with a yelp as he basically manhandled the younger man, shoving him inside when the doors opened and pressed the front of his body against his as Ransom panted desperately. “Gimme your phone, gonna check in with your… fuck… your daddy and make sure we’re not stepping over some kind of line.”

Ransom stamped his foot and pouted when Ari started dialing your number, trying to kiss him and whining when the larger man shoved him off and forced him to be still with a hand on his throat.

“Gorgeous?” Ari ignored the way Ransom was trying to grind his hips into him as he leaned him against the wall while the lift headed to the penthouse, frowning at the man while he waited for you to head somewhere quiet. “Your boy’s been drinking a little bit and running that mouth of his. Wanted to check in. Yeah? One second.”

“Puppy?” Ransom purred when Ari put his phone on speaker and the sound of your voice washed over him, making him feel all warm and syrupy as Ari just gave him a curious look. “Baby, you feeling all sweet?”

“Yeah Daddy.” Ransom sighed as he sank into the wall, already feeling his cock starting to leak as he thought about how worked up you probably were after whatever you’d been doing tonight. “Miss you, just wanted sir to give me his fat cock to tide me over a little.”

“That right, pup?” Your voice was low and mixed perfectly with Ari’s deep growl at being called sir, making Ransom’s eyes roll back in his head and his tongue feel like it was too thick for his mouth all of a sudden. “Want him to feed your hungry little pussy?”

“Oh, please.” Ransom could hardly breathe when Ari’s whole body pressed against his, feeling the heavy weight of his dick grinding against his hip as he clutched desperately at his waist. “Need it.”

“You’re lucky Daddy doesn’t mind sharing that pretty little cunt, sweet boy. And that I love spoiling my puppy.” You could tell Ransom was gone from the desperate mewl you heard over the phone, grinning to yourself as you started addressing your ex who sounded like he was heading towards his own kind of lost with the heady growl he let out. “Ari?”

“Yeah?” Ari hummed as he ran his nose over Ransom’s, cupping the man’s jaw softly as they exchanged breath while he dipped his tongue between his parted lips.

“Wreck him.” You chuckled when you heard a feral snarl before the sounds of messy kissing traveled over the phone, squirming a little when you pictured the scene that must be unfolding as Ari prepared to devour your sweet boy. “And make sure you take video!”

“Mmhm.” Ari’s grumbled reply was all he could get out before he was hanging up the phone and burying a hand in Ransom’s hair, sliding the other down his body until he could grab his ass and jiggle it before giving it a good smack.

Ransom was a mewling, keening mess by the time the elevator doors opened to the penthouse, panting desperately and flushed and having difficulty keeping his feet when Ari started shoving him back towards the bedroom. The man had been right, he felt like he was going to explode just from the rough kisses and greedy touches, he was probably going to go into a coma once they got to the good stuff.

“You want me to eat that pretty little pussy, boy?” Ransom yelped when Ari threw him onto the bed after stripping him out of his clothes in a rush while he pulled out his phone to start filming, growling at the sight of the younger man in nothing but his feminine little wine red thong. “Show it to me.”

Ransom whimpered as he turned slowly onto his stomach while Ari watched, making a show of arching his back while he drew his knees up to his chest until he was basically presenting for the older man. He bit his lip and peeked over his shoulder when he heard Ari let out an appreciative groan at the sight of him sliding the thin strip of fabric to the side while he spread his cheeks, giggling when he strode forward and grabbed his hip harshly with his free hand.

“Christ, look at that.” Ari purred when Ransom moaned at the feel of him spitting right on his twitching skin, his pretty hole winking for the camera while he keened when Ari slapped his ass hard. “No wonder your Daddy’s so happy all the damn time, you fucking spoil her with this shit, don’t you?” Ari let out a grunt when Ransom’s only response was a thin mewl, setting the camera on the end table so it had a good view of that sweet ass as he kneeled behind Ransom. “Let’s give her a good show, yeah?”

He didn’t have any chance to prepare before Ari was burying his face between his cheeks, the older man growling against his skin as he dragged his tongue all over his fluttering hole before sucking on it lewdly. The scrape of his teeth over his soft skin had Ransom’s eyes falling closed, his back arching more as he ground his ass back against Ari’s face and let out soft needy sounds.

Ari loved how fucking desperate Ran got when he was drunk, could truly understand why you called him puppy when he was whining and wiggling and begging him to keep going. Ransom stretched his arms above his head and keened when Ari leaned back and spat on him again, rubbing his cheek against the comforter when he nipped at his clenching hole before pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over his ass.

When he ducked lower to suck on his balls, Ransom knew he was going to explode, his breath coming in shallow pants as his cock twitched where it was pinned against his abs by the band of his panties. Then he shoved a finger from each hand inside him and yanked him open so he could spit inside him and Ransom could feel tears leaking down his cheeks, his precum running down his abs like a faucet when Ari pushed his tongue inside him and started fucking him with it.

Ransom whined obscenely when he finally came, his toes curling as Ari’s tongue kept punching into his fluttering hole while the older man groaned appreciatively. He could feel his cum soaking the front of his panties and abs as his cock twitched slowly, another shiver traveling up his spine when the older man gave his balls a harsh squeeze before he rose up on his knees.

“That’s it honey, such a good fucking boy.” Ari grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread Ransom wide, purring at the sight of his pretty hole twitching and winking at him while he just panted into the mattress. “Look at that pretty little pussy, so fucking wet and needy, making a mess all over this bed. Think I should make you squirt, boy?”

“Oh god, please.” Ransom’s eyes rolled back in head when he felt Ari’s thick cock slap against the curve of his ass, keening when he hooked his thumb into his ass and pulled. “Fuck me, sir, fill my tight little pussy up til it’s leaking. Wanna feel you for the rest of the weekend.”

“Yeah, you want it bad?” Ari grabbed Ransom by his throat and yanked him up until his chest was pressed to his back, biting his ear harshly until the younger man started grinding desperately against him. “Want me to fuck this sweet little cunt raw until she’s gaping and ruined? Let’s hope we don’t piss your daddy off, she’d kick both our asses.”

That was all the warning Ransom had before Ari shoved his hips forward and impaled him on his cock, all the breath getting pushed out of his lungs as every muscle in his core spasmed at the sudden intrusion. Ari shoved his fingers in his mouth and groaned in his ear while he started driving into him, nuzzling at his cheek as he set a vicious pace and his other hand dug into his waist.

It was taking all his focus not to black out, he felt like he was getting ripped in half in the best way. Every thrust had Ari’s dick dragging over his swollen prostate, Ransom letting out small yelps each time his hips slapped against his ass while he drooled all over his chin and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Ransom squealed when Ari pulled out of him in a rush and flipped him over, grabbing his knees and holding himself open as the larger man lined himself up again. He groaned when Ari slammed back into him, arching his back to meet each punch of his hips and whining when his cock started leaking all over his abs.

“God, you’re already a fucking mess, honey.” Ari leaned over him and cupped his cheek gently, a sharp contrast to the way his hips were definitely going to be leaving bruises on his ass. “You gonna make an even bigger one? Gonna squirt all over yourself while I fill this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes sir.” Ransom gasped when Ari ground into his ass, humming when he shoved his fingers into his open mouth and swirling his tongue around them. “Please, fill my pussy.”

Ari grinned down at Ransom as he kept sucking on his fingers, cooing when he yelped at Ari grabbing his cock through his panties. The harsh contact was all he needed to come with a sharp cry, his whole body spasming wildly as he came so hard it almost hit him in the face. He kept shivering when Ari curled over him and sank his teeth into his jaw, tears leaking down his cheeks as warmth spread from his core while Ari pumped his cum into him.

“Mmm, such a messy boy.” Ari gave him a soft kiss before straightening up, biting his lip and purring when he got a look at his cum dribbling out of Ransom’s swollen and abused hole. Ransom just hummed as he sank further into the mattress, running his hands lazily over his cum covered torso while Ari grabbed the phone. “C’mon honey, show your Daddy how pretty you look then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Ransom managed to arch his back all pretty while Ari took his picture and sent it to you, all happy and fuzzy as he floated in the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss. He was vaguely aware of Ari relaying that you said you wanted to lick your pretty puppy clean before he let his eyes fall closed. Damn, he felt so fucking good. The only thing that could have made it better was if you were actually there with them. Maybe he could convince you to convince Ari to come on the honeymoon so he could get it from both ends.

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God dude could you imagine being Starlo

You're running a small town because you love cowboys, and it's going great because you're the sheriff. And it's not only because you love cowboys, you also wanna cheer up your childhood best friend who's still pretty upset after her husband and daughter passed. And you also did it to help bring people to your family's farm so they don't go out of business, even if you don't talk to them often anymore. The cowboys are still a big part of it though

Then, get this, a human child comes down who's an authentic genuine cowboy! You go nuts, immediately bringing them into town to show them off and then training them under your wing seeing deputy potential in them. Sure you've been dragging your friends through the mud a little but you're sure they understand! Then when you finally crown them deputy you almost forget their badge, so when you go off to get it made you're shocked to find your own friends trying to attack them. They tell you that you've been being a jerk, which was true, but you weren't accepting it at the time and started being even more of a jerk. Then you run away from your problems and the little human child finds you, and you fight them.

You tie them up and shoot at them, and yet they still surrender. Your hand shakes as you almost shoot them before Ceroba comes back to rightfully tell you off. You admit you were being a jerk and think that'll be all, but then she drops a bombshell of news on you. Her daughter is alive, which is great! And to find her she wants to bring along the child, who admittedly was quite tough for their age and would be able to help her out quite a bit. So you wish them luck and let them go and go back to your friends to apologise. Luckily they let you right back in with open arms, and you share the news with them about Kanako, and they're thrilled! You all think up of a plan to spruce up Cerobas old home to to throw a welcome back party.

As you're cleaning though, you find a room. Hidden under the dining room. In it there's tapes, tapes of her husband telling her a plan to save the entire underground, at the cost of two souls. A boss monster, and a human. And you learn your friend's child is a boss monster, like her father. And you remember who Ceroba took with her, a human. And you realize you need to do something before it's too late. You rush to write a letter to the poor child and storm out of town with Ed in case it doesn't get there in time. You find them both just before they're about to go to the lab, you question her but all she can do is run. You chase after her and tell Ed to bring the kid home to safety, your heart still in disbelief at your friend. You never could've expected this

You chase her all throughout the core and all throughout New Home, trailing her with every step as she tries to run. Finally you both end up at a cherry blossom tree and you beg her to help you understand why she has to do this. You know her, she's kind and caring and motherly, so how could she hurt not only her own child but another? But before you can get an answer, a certain bluebird you jailed in poor judgement shows up with Clover right behind them. The rest of what happened was only a blur, Martlet tries to leave with Clover but she's struck down by Ceroba, and when you try to stop her she strikes you down all the same, and your head hits against the stone as your vision goes black.

You come to only a bit later, Ceroba and Clover now worse for wear but no longer fighting. You find out Clover even won, and pride rushes to you before you look at Ceroba. She looks so tattered and broken. You go to hug your friend and promise that no matter what, you're here for her, and you're going to help her move on despite everything. But then it was time for Clover to go to Asgore. You and Martlet try to convince them they they can't go, that they shouldn't go, that Clover can stay with one of them while you wait for another human. But as the arguing between everyone grows and grows, Clover's soul comes out of their body, a yellow light filling the air.

All they say is that it's time. You try again to convince them down from this metaphorical ledge but they persist, they want to give up their soul themselves. They want to help monsters in whatever way they can. You get one last moment with them before everything. You try to say everything but only so few words escape. Then they reach up to you and hand you their gun, the same gun you bought them. You kneel down and accept it with a heavy heart, trying not to let your tears show. Eventually you and Martlet walk out. A minute passes, and Ceroba walks out with a canister, holding a glowing yellow soul.

You take a breath as you make the trek to the king's castle. This can't be right. This can't be just. How could someone so kind and so brave be so ready to give their life for monsters that killed their own kind? And why did it have to be this way? You and your friends give up the soul to the king, holding back tears as you let your friends soul go one last time, and possibly never to see again. Martlet goes her own way, and you and Ceroba make your way back to the Wild East. You wait to tell the posse, it's already pretty late and you figure they've had enough pain for one day.

You sit down at the empty bar with your head low. Dina can tell somethings not right, but she knows better to dig. She serves you up a shot without you having to ask. You chug it down fast in hopes it'll wash away the day you've had. But your thoughts drift. Clover was just a child, scared and pained and hopeful all the same. They didn't deserve this. You can't even think what could cause anyone to deserve this. As you look down again, you trace a finger around the rim of the tiny shot glass. Their hand couldn't have fit around it if they tried. Your head drops as a tear falls into the empty glass.

They were just a child.

[fillingthescrapbook]

Let's Talk About: Burrow's End and the First Stoats

Hi, invasive investigators!

And speaking of invasive--oof! That ending! But first: What an episode!

My MVP this episode is Brennan Lee Mulligan and his decision to weaponize kindness even when it could backfire majorly. Amazing man.

But I also want to give major props to all the planning Aabria Iyengar has done for this season. The stakes for the stoats would not be this severe had she not mapped the roads that the art department could then pave for the players to take. This was a massive ordeal, and I cannot believe there are three more episodes after this because this felt like finale-levels of heavy.

Guys, one stoat died at the start of the episode. Immediately followed by another one. My heart stopped for far longer than it should have. Honestly, when Aabria said "I'll certainly try!" to Izzy Roland's "Kill them all--" I didn't realize the viewers weren't safe as well.

I mean, she yeeted a player off the table! In the middle of the episode! That is crazy! And then when Sybill was brought in? My thoughts were: "oh no." "Oh no!" "NOOOOOO!!!" and "AABRIA, YOU'RE TRYING TOO HARD TO KILL THE STOATS! NOOOOOO!!!!"

Oh, and I'm not gonna forget: "A WOLF?!", "The flesh easily gives way?! Aabria?!", and "EVOLVE?!"

That was absolutely narsty. And another thing that was narsty? SILENCE. Holy rabbits! Which is something Silence cannot eat--because THEY DO NOT HAVE A JAW. AABRIA.

And then the Natural 1s came rolling in. When Izzy and Siobhan Thompson rolled their twin 1s? Oh. My. Goodness. It was funny when they were rolling against Jasper--who rolled a four and elicited thunderous cheers. But in the middle of a battle? When they are fighting for their lives? Izzy's Lila was down to 2 hit points at one point. And the battle was still far from over at the time!

My goodness. And the thing is, this is a streaming show. I could absolutely pause and take a minute to take a breath. But I didn't. Because the tension is high. And I was already breathing too fast. So I just continued to watch with my eyes growing wider and wider.

And, look: Sybill has a point. What is the plan after this battle? Like, granted, asking in the middle of the battle was not the best time--but she's still right. I can't wait to find out what the answer is next week. Along with what's going on with Aabria's other bombshell. Because, in the words of Rashawn Scott to one Brennan Lee Mulligan, "you're such a secretive bitch!" To which I add, "Tell 'im, Rashawn!"

Stray thoughts time:

I understand that they need to have a teaser at the end of the episodes, but I truly wish we didn't see the second map last week. Because I feel like our reactions would've been just as visceral as the players when Aabria said "now bring in the other map--" had we not known that it was coming.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again: Tula is fucking scary.

The Wolf of Theseus was a fun pun.

Director Dictator Dude feels like a game akin to Fuck Mary Kill.

This is the first time I felt really bogged down by 5e's combat mechanics. No shade to Aabria or the players. I understand that they're going to do what needs to be done because everyone wants to survive. This is completely a system fault for me.

Now let's get to the screencaps:

Oh, and one more thing:

"You stood here for generations... Was that on four legs or two?" Tula asked as she looked down at the downed First Stoat. "The humans are already here."

Chills.

[tuliptired]

Can you do one with Phoebe coming out to her family?

Cool Girl, Totally Untouchable (Ch 3/3!)

Pairing: Phoebe Spengler/ Melody

holy hell I loved writing this. Ty for your support!

read on Ao3 for better formatting and a better note!

The curtains were pulled in to block out any excess light, as per Melody’s request. Phoebe recoiled at the sight of fake blood, another innocent college student killed by the masked murderer in the mid-budget movie. They were huddled together on her bed, Melody on her stomach as she watched the film on the last laptop in New York that still had a DVD slot, let alone an attachment for cassettes.

Phoebe was comfortable, if not a little warm. She didn’t pay much attention to the sounds of death emanating from her computer, but rather the girl next to her. Melody had been to the firehouse at least twice a week for a while now- she had a few t-shirts and shorts to prove it. Phoebe’s eyes drifted over to the drawer they resided in, sectioned off so they didn’t get confused with her own. Her mom had suggested it offhandedly- Phoebe didn’t really care, standing over the open wardrobe wondering if she should wait for the dryer cycle to finish or just throw on Melody’s well loved concert memorabilia. She slept in her own pajamas that night, restlessly.

Her attention snaps back to the screen, as the scene changes for gore and guts to a room full of women changing. She can feel her blood pool in her cheeks as she rushes to turn the volume down, voice shaky.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, heart beat still fast at the sudden promiscuity, “these were in a stack from Ray’s basement.” Her voice grew quiet. Thankfully it wasn’t crazy explicit, her distaste for the now 70-something year old man left to a minimum. He was a geek in the 80’s, the gaudy nature of the sci-fi in the movie telling enough, but he was also a dude in the 80’s. She shuddered at the thought.

“I don’t mind.” Melody’s voice stopped her hovering finger from pressing down the “skip button”. She leaned back cautiously, letting the video play out. Melody really didn’t mind, expression intrigued as her head lay in her crossed arms.

Phoebe let out a breath, even more thankful that the scene was more dialogue than action. She followed the blonde in the pink top. Her hair was nice, that’s all. Cut short at her ears, eyes blue and eyelashes thoroughly curled. This must’ve been what they meant by “bombshell”.

“Think she’s cute?” Melody pointed to the woman, the question making Phoebe jump a little. Hm.

She didn’t really have an answer. She was definitely attractive, there was no denying that. If she was a boy, she’d date her.

“I dunno,” her voice was a little dumber than it usually was, to her at least. Not feeling like that was significant enough, she spoke up again. “If I was a boy, maybe.” Melody snorted.

She sat up on her arms then, examining the screen a little harder. “She’s nice. I like the brunette more, though.” It occurred to Phoebe that the blonde wasn’t the only woman on screen, and there in fact was a brunette, in the corner with a book in her lap, the only one with practical sleeping clothes on. It was weird, hearing a girl call another “nice” like a boy would.

She felt awkward, not responding. “She’s okay.” Phoebe hugged her knees closer to her chest.

“Okaaaay.” Melody suddenly leaned forward, rewinding the video, before stopping at a scene like the female-dominated one, except for it being a group of the male leads in a gym locker room. “What about them?”

Phoebe was thoroughly confused. Boys in a locker room. So what?

“What about them?”

“If you had to pick one. Which would you pick?”

She shrugged, brows creased slightly. They all looked the same. Guy with blond hair, guy with brown hair, guy with orange hair. “If I had to pick?”

“New question. If you had to pick between a girl and a boy.” Melody was invested in her experiment, as Phoebe grappled for a hold on the question. 

She was speechless. Melody posed a third question, fully sitting up like Phoebe was. “Do you like any of them?” There was a slight edge to her voice that she could see the girl cringe at.

“The blond guy is stupid, and his friends are dumber,” she confessed, not sure what it said about her. “The girl’s are smarter. Julie didn’t let Amy and Bethany go into the woods alone, because she knew they’d get caught by the killer.” Melody’s gaze and silence felt like a guillotine.

“Have you ever liked a boy?” The girl asked innocently as she messed with a loose thread on Phoebe’s comforter. 

She couldn’t remember a time in her recent memory where she liked anyone, not like she was supposed to. It was never that important to her, really. It was just the moments when her mom would call her a “late-bloomer” that it started to hurt. So, she resolved to run a test with Podcast while at a street fair before he went back to Summerville, as the weather cooled and the season transitioned to fall. She did all the cliche’s, complaining about the weather to get his jacket, sharing food. She didn’t feel anything, other than her friend’s coat around her shoulders and powdered sugar sticking to her fingers as he passed her a piece of funnel cake. 

She attempted holding his hand as they walked through the crowd. But, for the first time that evening, it felt worse than nothing, it felt wrong. She couldn’t pinpoint it- and she’s sure that on a regular day she would be fine with his hand in her’s, but she wasn’t right. She felt bad as she let it drop, but since then he’s never mentioned it. So they moved on, and she was eternally grateful that he’d played an unknowing, unprotesting participant in her study.

“I guess not.” Now it was her turn to mess with the loose fibers of her bedding. Jeez, this would need to be replaced soon. She turned her head, hesitantly but still curious. “Have you?”

Melody shrugged. “Sure. Alex Thompson.” Phoebe’s fist’s clench out their own conviction, jaw tightening a little. Fuck you, Alex. 

“Cool.” 

Melody hit her once on the shoulder, laughing prankishly. “Relax,” she teased, “we were in kindergarten.” Phoebe calmed a bit at that. Still, fuck you Alex. 

She remembered the laptop, the movie catching up to a part with only the female lead. “Have you? Liked…girls?”

Melody looked at her like the answer was obvious. “Of course.”

Oh. Phoebe nodded. “Both.” 

“Both.”

Phoebe felt the bed get lighter, as a loud thud hit the wooden flooring. Melody was on the ground, hands over her face.

“Oh my god, Phebes. You’re so gay.” The word felt like a projectile to the back of her head.

“I’m…” She didn’t have the words. “Plenty of…girls. Don’t like guys.”

“What do you think that’s called?” Stalemate. “Have you seriously never given it any thought?”

“I didn’t think it was important,” Phoebe’s voice raised, unintentionally, defensively. 

Melody sat up from the floor, eyes gentle and benevolent. “It’s not.” Her words soothed Phoebe’s bout of anxiousness. “It’s not.”

“Okay. Okay, I’m- I…like. Girls.” Melody applauded her from her spot on the ground. 

“Kudos.”

She shifted on the bed. It felt like there was a weight lifted off of her, which was quickly replaced with a new one. “This is so unceremonious.” Melody was next to her again. She moved fast, almost reminding Phoebe of a spirit. Almost.

“You’re not very ‘ceremonious’ yourself.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“How would you want it to happen? The realization?” Melody wiggled her fingers in the air, mystifying the hypothetical.

“I’m not sure.” In your arms, she so desperately wanted to say, against your lips. 

“But. Calling it. Gay. Feels so…official. I’d have to…come out? Right?” 

Melody shrugged, thinking about it. “Not if you don’t want to. You could surprise them like I did, call Jessica Rabbit hot.”

“I think I’d rather just tell them.”

The girl beside her rested her head against Phoebe’s. “Whatever you do, I’m proud of you. Be you, Phebes.” 

“Thanks.” I’m a better me when you’re around.

Her bedroom door opened, just mom. Still, both girls separated as the door opened a crack.

“Melody, your mom called. She wants you home.” 

“No fun. She never wants me home this early. Thanks for having me, Ms. Spengler.” She gives Phoebe’s hand a discreet squeeze before she rises, present to none but the two of them. “Bye, Phebes.”

“I can walk you home,” Phoebe starts, eager to see her go. Callie cuts her off.

“Gary’s got it, he’s in the car,” she held the door open. Phoebe deflated a little. “Goodnight, Melody.” As she went down the garage, the mother and daughter caught the beginning of a conversation about her Bikini Kill tote bag. The car doors shut, and they could hear the Ecto take off.

Her mom broke the silence. “You had fun?” She picks up the room a little, stealing a glimpse of the clunky computer as Phoebe moves to shut it. 

“SoCal Killer.” She instantly recognizes the movie. Great.

“Yeah.”

Phoebe liked girls. Okay, great. She went to bed earlier than usual, staring out her window as she tried sleeping above the sheets. Again, unceremonious. She’d wake up the next morning, brushing her teeth as she recalled her revelation. Cool. She’d make herself breakfast, shower, get dressed- nothing felt that different. She needed another variable.

“Trevor.” His head snapped up from whatever hunk of metal and gears he was messing with. He was catching up to her this summer. She’d get back into engineering at a later time.

“What’s up?” She was wrong- it was just a lego set. That he was doing in bed.

Phoebe stilled in the doorway. “You’re dating Lucky, right?” He looks around, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say dating. Not unless she said we were. Boy friends and girl friends don’t have to da-”

“Cool, whatever. Was her being a girl an important factor for you?”

Pure silence. “That’s a loaded question.”

“Answer. Please.”

He put down the separator he had in his hands, pondering it. “I…noticed it. But if I felt the way I do now about her, and she was a guy, there’s not much I can do to change that? I’m not sure I have what you’re looking for.” Interesting. She thanked him as she shut the door.

“Did she say we were dating?” 

More data. She liked girls, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Just like Trevor couldn’t do anything about liking girls. Just like her mom couldn’t do anything about liking boys. She watched cars pass below, head against the cold glass of the window. What if she did want to come out? Trevor and Gary didn’t have hateful bones in their bodies. Dr. Stantz, Dr. Venkman, Dr. Zeddemore…she wouldn’t be surprised if they got a little experimental in the 70’s, so she puts them at the point of least concern. Her mom. She was reared Jewish, inherited from the father who didn’t raise her in addition to the mother who did. She was more agnostic, in her own way. She was mitzvah’d, and fulfilled Trevor’s request for one after casual Sunday schooling, but it never went farther than that. God lived in her, rather than out. Could she find God in her daughter, after being able to find it in a stack of old photographs? Could she find God in her daughter, after abandoning It in college?

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Time passed, and she promised Podcast she’d hang out after returning Dr. Stantz’s collection. As she stepped into the kitchen to grab a water bottle, she ran into Gary, pulling a tray of colorful cookies out the oven. Rainbow cookies.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She watched on as he added them to a collection of dozens of other rainbow frosted pastries. 

“D’you want? They’re still warm.” He started to peel them off the baking pan with a spatula, not breaking eye contact with her.

“I figured. No, thank you.” She grabbed a water, slowly, retreating to the garage as she felt his eyes burn into the back of her head. Weird.

She enjoyed her time with her friend, but it was time to go home eventually. The only problem was, a random downpour kept her from being able to walk home. Thankfully, Trevor pulled up in front of Ray’s store, willing to drive her.

“Thanks,” she sighed as she sat down, rain clinging to her hair in the short time it took for her to run out to the Ecto.

Trevor nodded to her in the rear view. “Uh-huh.” They drove in relative silence, Trevor driving (obviously) as Phoebe started on a new book Ray had let her take home. A cough cleared the air.

“So.” Trevor glanced back at her. “Music?”

“It’s a 5 minute drive.” He connected his phone to the aux anyway. He fumbled with his playlists, already disobeying traffic laws when his guardians weren’t present.

He stopped his mix of driving and scrolling. “That one guy from the singing show mom likes- he made a new song.”

Phoebe turned a page. “That one guy.”

“Yeah. With nail polish.” A pause. “Isn't it cool that he brought his boyfriend to the awards?”

Her eyes stopped in the middle of a sentence. “Totally.” 

An even longer pause. “Want to listen?”

She cross referenced a subheading to something she read in the prologue. “I don’t think I’d like it, but you can if you want to.” In their long stint of being siblings, they both knew that it was code for “I don’t, but I’ll do it if it makes you happy.” Trevor’s previous attitude fell as he put his phone down, focusing on the road again. Weirder.

She reached home, a little tired and ready to sit in bed with her new literature. As she climbed the stairs, her mom was in their makeshift living area-laboratory, in front of their little box TV. There was a grainy, colorful video playing, as her mother stretched on the floor in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Hey, Phebes,” her voice was brighter than usual. “I was looking for an old movie in dad’s stuff, guess I found this instead.” She gestured to the TV as she pulled her arm across her body. A few women posed, stretching themselves in tight leotards, over tighter leggings. “Fonda. Fun to do on an ugly day like today- wanna join?”

Phoebe looked at the case on the couch, a happy woman on the front flexing her leg and hip muscles, dressed in 80’s workout attire. She looked back to her mom.

“Why did grandpa own Jane Fonda workout tapes?”

She took refuge in her room, finally. She tried calling Melody, but she didn’t get any response. That’s fine, it was around the time she was working, anyway. Still, the phone was kept by her pillow, just in case. She could make decisions on her own. If her family wants to be weird, she can be even weirder. It was time to tell them. It was admittedly a little scary, going into it with no coaching. It was terrifying, actually, no matter what she told herself. But, if she didn’t have to care about not liking girls before, she shouldn’t have to care about liking them now.

Her mom called her out for dinner. Paella. A very gay food. As they sat around the table and ate, Phoebe found her nerves ridiculous. Like a kid ready to drink their cough syrup, she dropped her fork.

“I have something to tell you.” Simple. To the point. All 6 eyes were on her, as she was given their undivided attention. Slightly scarier, now.

“I…” she could feel her breath and heart picking up on how scary it all was. She folded her hands, to keep herself grounded to what she had to say. “I like girls.”

No yelling. No hitting. No tears. No verses, from the Torah or otherwise. Not even a judgmental glance. But this felt worse.

“Oh, thank god.”

“Huh?” Phoebe never “huh’d”.

“We were scared you were homophobic.” Mom looked genuinely relieved.

“What-”

“You wear combat boots. Everywhere. You go to the barber. If that’s not gay, it’s something.”

“That makes me feel a lot better, thank you,” she unfolded her hands to defend herself sarcastically.

“Congrats. On being gay.” Trevor added his two cents.

“Unbelievable.”

“No, we’re so proud of you,” Callie took Phoebe’s hands in her own. “Because you told us, and you’re not a little bigot.”

Phoebe slumped over, embracing her mother’s touch. “What made you think I was…’

Gary reached over to the counter, a tupperware full of cookies in his hands. He still looked disappointed at her refusal. “You didn’t want a single pride cookie.”

Trevor nodded exasperatedly. “Didn’t wanna hear indie pop.”

Phoebe couldn’t get a word out before her mom cut in. “You didn’t even look twice at Jane Fonda. I thought you were an extremist.”

Her head hit the table. “Okay, okay. I’m not.” She could feel a rainbow cookie being placed on her plate beside her. A chair scraped against the floor, then two, then three. She could feel the arms of her family being wrapped around her shoulders.

“We love you so much, Phoebe. And she does, too.”

That hit her like a truck. It made things more complicated. Again, she was in her room, at the foot of her bed. She had a song playing, an artist that Melody enthusiastically recommended to her. As the song climaxed, she could hear the glass in her mind shattering. If she liked this girl, she actually had to tell her. Phoebe knew she loved Melody, that wasn’t the issue. In fact, she knew she wanted to hold hands with her, to share clothes, to let herself be lazy with her. All the things they did before. Just with a meaning, a name.

But to tell her? Painstaking. An extra layer of clarity lost like skin on her metaphorical wound. She’d laugh, call her adorable. Phoebe would watch on as Melody ripped out her heart and ate it whole. 

Or. She’d give her the same smile she fell in love with some time ago. She’d take her hands, Phoebe’s damp ones in her perfect, soft ones. She’d say words that Phoebe’d be too nervous to listen to, she’ll tease her about it for years. And they’d kiss. Electricity, or ghost magic would envelope them. The rest of the world, physical and spiritual, would avert their eyes, and they’d kiss. 

“I’m going. Out.” She stood behind the threshold of their bedroom as her mom folded clothes, laying them over Gary as he sat up in bed. Her hand was still on the doorknob as she looked at them, once. She normally never asked to go out, these days. Callie eventually nodded.

She let the door shut, before hearing a “good luck!” while she descended the stairs. Stepping out and out the dark of the street, she pulls her phone out.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Are you busy?”

They found themselves walking inside the walls of the Paranormal Research Center, all the way in Staten Island. Both were quiet. Phoebe clenched and unclenched her fists in her pockets.

Thankfully, they were alone, and these scientists didn’t bother to power down their equipment, blue glow illuminating their way. As Phoebe showed off the different ghosts, the blue lighting on Melody’s face made her breath hitch. She was ethereal. Phoebe ran out things to say as the question loomed over her, Melody across the room and peering into a machine.

“You really love this stuff, huh?” Phoebe stopped messing with the stuff on Lars’ desk. She hoped Melody couldn’t sense her anxiety.

“I love other stuff.”

“Enough to go all the way to Staten Island and break in?”

“Yeah.”

Phoebe stood behind her. It was a simple situation, but she found herself silently pleading. Please, turn around. I need to see you.

Melody turned, then. If she was psychic, she didn’t let on.

“Boo.” That same smile. Slightly shaky hands grabbing her’s. Phoebe could feel butterflies, moths, all flying insects fluttering around her stomach as the girl she loved gazed at her the way she’d dreamed of. She placed a tense hand on Melody’s cheek, afraid that she’d turn to mist before her eyes. They stayed like that for a few moments, just taking each other in. Fate. The universe. Finding God in another person. 

“Unceremonious,” Melody teased her quietly as she moved forward, closing the gap between the pair.

Phoebe got the closest she’d ever been to feeling like a ghost in that moment, the ghastly apparitions she fought and trapped. The beautiful souls she marveled at and studied. If this was the afterlife, she wouldn’t mind spending forever like this, soul merging with the girl she was in love with.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 0 out of 5

Holy… WHAT?! How was that bombshell just dropped in the epilogue like it was nothing!!!

This book had me hating each of the main characters! I seriously wished bad for all their endings, haha. But just as I was getting super annoyed with one character, I actually started to feel for them. And then just when you think that one nice character is making a bad judgment call, you realize it was all intentional!! And though another character wasn’t good, but wasn’t totally bad, it turns out they’re just as bad as the other character! I’m sorry that’s confusing, but I can’t spoil it!!!

This was such an intense ride and though you think you’ll have it all figured out, I assure you, you won’t. Hence the bombshell in that epilogue.

Seriously, this was insane.

Major spoilers below the cut...

* Who the fuck is burying a body?!

* Wow. Eve’s husband, Nate, is really just… even-tempered. I don’t trust him already. You’re married to Eve for 8 YEARS and you kiss her three times a day and fuck only once a month? You’re sketch, dude.

* Oohhhh, Addie. What did you do? Inquiring minds want to know.

* Enter mean girl Kenzie. Yeah, I’d have picked up her bag and flung it down the stairs. Fuck that petty bs.

* Oohhh. So Addie accused Arthur Tuttle, a teacher, of something and made him resign..? And Eve is totally in Arthur’s corner and disliked Addie because “Arthur is a nice man” 🤔

* Wait… so wtf happened? They’re alluding that Addie accused Mr. Tuttle of something but she’s saying she didn’t..?

* Her husband is being hit on by the new, young hot teacher? And he’s not dissuading anything? He’s totally cheating. Maybe not with the new teacher, but with someone.

* Oh lord. Addie said she didn’t care if Mr. Bennett was hot and now she’s smitten because he likes Edgar Allen Poe and he WINKED at her. This is gonna be a rollercoaster.

* Did Eve really try to steal some shoes? What a dumbass. I hope she gets caught, but I have a feeling she’ll get away with it.

* So the best friend Hudson isn’t speaking to Addie anymore..? They led us to believe it’s because whatever they think she accused the teacher of, but it’s not..? And Addie’s mom can never know..? I have so many questions.

* Goddamn. Eve got lucky.

* Oh so the rumor is that Mr. Tuttle was in a relationship with a student… and all signs pointed to Addie. But she’s saying it was never like that..? THE WHAT WAS IT LIKE?!

* “Addie is a troubled girl.” - Why did Mr. Tuttle have that mini freak out? wtf is wrong with Addie..?

* Holy shit. Eve is cheating on her husband?! Then why the fuck is she so possessive over her husband?!

* High school girls and Eve are such bitches.

* Eve is seriously pissing me off.

* I mean, I don’t trust Addie, but Eve is a grown ass woman who’s cheating on her husband and being a cunt (mentally) towards a student.

* Case in point, Addie’s mental monologue about being in the same restaurant as Mr. Bennett is weird af.

* Oh. Wait! WHAT!?WHO HELPED WHO KILLED WHO NOW!?!?

* I don’t know whether Mr. Bennett is actually just kind or what… I don’t want him to be a bad guy 😩 but that stiffie is making me think things..

* He’s totally a pedo. This is no excuse. And Addie is no better!

* Fuck, man. He just crossed the line. This is so bad.

* I’ve never read a book where I hated every character 😂 They’re all terrible people! And I have a feeling that if everything comes to light, Addie will get away with it because they’re gonna say “she’s vulnerable.”

* Addie is a little psycho.

* Mr. Bennett is not only a pedo, but a lying one as well so he can get what he wants from Addie. Smh.

* Oh shit 😂 Mrs. Bennett caught her husband kissing the student. Bring on the drama.

* So they are gonna run with the “he took advantage of her” even though she’s a little lunatic herself. They’re all terrible people!

* Well would you look at that, Addie. Mr. Bennett is a terrible person and now you know it hahahahaha. I don’t feel bad for her at all.

* So he reported his missing wife and offered up Addie as a suspect. wtf is going on 😂 and he handed over a “letter” that Addie supposedly left in his wife’s inbox, but I have a feeling it’s the letter he told her to write to her bully and explain what she would like to do to that bully 🤦🏻‍♀️

* There’s someone else who knows Mr. Bennett’s secrets.. and it’s not Addie or Mrs. Bennett’s lover..? And now Kenzie- MEAN GIRL KENZIE- has shown up to Addie’s house, exclaiming they need to talk?! Mr. Bennett was totally fucking Kenzie and that’s why Kenzie hates Addie because his attention diverted from her. I’m calling it rn.

* I fucking called it!

* SHE’S ALIVE!?

* Wait, WHAT!?

* Hudson, the best friend, is Jay!!! The same Jay who MRS. BENNETT WAS FUCKING!!!!! Holy shit. Way to end a goddamn book!!

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 2.8, Continued: Macaulay Culkin grows up, the Cycle Ninjas break out, and Jussie Smollett shows his stuff

Previous: Episode 2.8: Baby Billy sees a ghost, Judy becomes a mom, and Kelvin gets *** up. With nude dwarf athletes

Baby Billy's Baby Boy: Harmon the special-needs son who Baby Billy abandoned at Christmas 1993. has grown into a special-needs adult (Macaulay Culkin), But nevertheless he has achieved the heterosexual nuclear family trajectory of job, house, wife, and kids.Actually, his wife has the job (a lawyer, "an educated breadwinner") but close enough. 

Suddenly the doorbell rings: it's a card with a photo of Harmon on Santa's lap the day his Daddy abandoned him.  Then his Daddy!  

Baby Billy wants to fix things between them, so he can move forward with his new son.  So it's not about Harmon, it's about you?  Harmon says just don't make the same mistake again, and "Can I hit you with a closed fist as hard as I can in the face?"  That's rather precise, but Baby Billy agrees, and gets walloped.

Jesse Smollett and K-Fed: Back stage before Eli's  "welcome back" service, the siblings are in makeup and practicing their enunciation. They agree to make Daddy proud by showing how much they love each other. Judy says that she loves "Jesse Smollett" and "K-Fed," whereupon Kelvin makes a strange feminine gesture. 

K-Fed is Kevin Federline, an actor, musician, and dj, known for his brief marriage to Britney Spears. 

Jesse Smollett is Jussie Smollett (top photo and left), an actor who came out as gay in 2015.  On the Fox drama Empire (2014), he played a gay musician trying to gain the approval of father, a hiphop mogul.  Sounds more like Kelvin.  

At least Jussie's character managed to kiss a dude. Kelvin won't get around to that for another umpteen episodes.

Back to the siblings: They're going to take a photo with the Millins, an impoverished family that the church is gifting $50,000.  Judy wonders why they are bothering with such a small amount, "barely any money at all." It doesn't seem worthwhile.  "Poor people love money," Kelvin explains.  

Geez, just when you think these people have redeemed themselves...are they so lacking in empathy, or are they so out of touch that they don't realize that $50,000 is almost a full year's household income in South Carolina?

Wait -- where is Eli? 

Eli and Junior reconcile: Eli skipped his welcome-back service to make a surprise visit to Junior's wrestling studio in Memphis.  He couldn't have waited until after church?

Suspicious of his motives (naturally, after the run-in with Jesse), Junior comes armed with his own God Squad of four musclemen. But Eli has had enough: he doesn't want to fight. 

"But you ignored and disrespected me," Junior says, forgetting for a moment that Eli also broke his heart, "And sent your asshole son to threaten me with violence, to rape me.  What's up with that?"

Eli denies that he sent Jesse, and comes clean about his father murdering Junior's father. Junior is ok with it: "He was asshole, anyway." 

They stand so close together that one expects them to kiss.  But then Junior drops one last bombshell: he didn't send the Cycle Ninjas.  Someone else is trying to kill Eli.  But who?

Cut to the police station.  Sheriff Brenda is on the toilet, when she hears an explosion.  The lights go out, and the fire alarm goes on.  Out in the hallway, cops are lying dead.  The Cycle Ninjas have escaped!  The end.

One episode left, and a lot of questions to answer.

The full version of this review is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

[occult-roommates]

Setting the record bi

After the bombshell that was Daniele’s reveal, Dawud had to call Ralf. Except first he had to go to work. As soon as he made it to the airport, he grabbed his phone, responsabilities be damned. He had worse stuff to worry about.

Meanwhile, Ralf was in a hotel room near the San Myshuno International Airport. He was supposed to go back home in Windenburg the day before, but that flight got cancelled due to dangerous weather conditions and now he’s stuck there for almost another day. Yippee.......

Anyway, as he was doing his absolute best to forget about his boredom, seeing a phonecall from Dawud seemed like good news. Unless Akva is in a crisis again, but he likes her, she’s a nice girl, he wants to protect her so much. All of this to say that innocently, he answered it and oh boy. Maybe he should have just not.

Ralf: Hallo. Dawud: YOU FUCKING MADE OUT WITH DANIELE?! YOU KNOW I WANT TO BE HIS BOYFRIEND WHAT THE FUCK DUDE! Ralf: ...What...

Ralf stood up, in pure confusion, then did like a lot of people do sometime on the phone, which is just walk around. 

Dawud: Yeah, he told me he made out with you while Magdalena watched on Facetime. Ralf: Who the fuck is Magdalena?? Dawud: ...Your wife... Ralf: That is not even remotely close to my wife’s name. Dawud: ...Oh. Ralf: Also, even if he had somehow manage to get my wife’s name out of the millions of female names out there, trust me, he would still be lying. I have no interest in making out with a guy who’s young enough to be my son, no offense. No problem befriending, but making out...no that’s just weird. Especially if my wife is just awkwardly watching us through Facetime...Actually, I think this is my personal definition of Hell, and I’m Jewish, I don’t even believe in Hell. Dawud: Ah um...well...Alright then, sorry for bothering you that early. Have a nice day. Ralf: Thanks, you too.

Dawud hung up, and went to do his job. On one hand, he was relieved to find out Daniele had lied, on the other...why did he felt the need to do so in the first place? Wait...What if Ralf is the one lying uh? In fact, like an idiot, he forgot to ask what his wife’s actual name is! Though in this case he could be lying about what her name is...Aaaah why can’t he tell whether people are being honest or not?! Though really, he’s more inclined to believe Ralf, he gave good enough argument as to why this story is fake, on top of sounding genuinely confused.

As for Ralf, he went back to doing his stuff. However, in spite of Dawud wishing him a nice day, he had a gut feeling he wasn’t going to have one...No, literally, his stomach made a noise you never ever want your stomach to made. Which he really shoudn’t be surprised considering everything that was laying in front of him on a coffee table.

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[visionthefox]

Something tells me the next lore episode is going to be a bombshell, Eclipse confronted Moon who absolutely was going off on how he's going to either kill Ruin or Eclipse to bring back Solar and won't wait, and won't listen to the fact that Dark Sun tampered with both of them either or that doing the exchange might have other consequences, and because Eclipse was recording that for Earth now she knows everything, she was already tipped off that something was wrong but now she has video evidence of Moon at his worst I wonder if your theory about the corruption was right because of the thumbnail with the red glitch lines? Also, I have no idea why Sun isn't more suspicious of Moon, unless he actually knows more than he lets on, if he doesn't then the reveal of Moon going back down the cruel path is going to hurt more, since New Moon got so upset at him for not being able to distinguish him from Old Moon, only for New Moon to spiral into being just as vicious as Old Moon was Also...What the heck Bloodmoon just nicked Moon's schematics notebook and bounced after Sun noticed him? That was kinda funny Anyway, who knows what's going to happen, either way if Eclipse or Earth reveal what Moon's really been doing...It won't go well

haha do tell me anon how wrong or right ! I was, cuz I jusr think by the logic of the show- but also- if what davis said is right- theres no real logic and only random ideas or even the most popular theory in the discord is what they do..

for me moon just been silent for too long- what ever he do he will mess up- for sure- but this mess up may lead to yet another new character who may be a deus ex machima and they will say it

oooorrr Moon itself will be the deus ex machima again and create and issue for future..

also sun? any hopes he goes back to be relevant is slowly dying- ever since they make fun of actuall old fans who had to deal with his wost moments and spiral into madness to now be common joke among them-- oh the dude who suffer the most? depression?? pff yall insane! anyways Sun is soo stupid riiight?...

anyways- ye- why even bother? they will do a marvel anytime now..

[shummashum]

The long-awaited Season 6

So far, I've only been chewing appetizers… but now it's time to eat the main dish

Honestly, I'm not sure how long the post will be. The original plan was to post 6-ticket-stories every day, but then it'll be too often I guess? But I'm sure 30 photos would be insufficient to upload one chapter at once. Well I'll get a feel for it to some extent if I taste a bit

With all that said, I'll start the real meal

Zeus Brundle Ch1 [1~6]

The story begins with some kind of fairy tale. Feels like unicorn picture book in Season 3

Summary: There was a princess and a prince with a Romeo and Juliet vibe in the Kingdom of Daylight and the Kingdom of Nighttime

The Prince: I'll marry your daughter The King of Daylight: if you navigate the labyrinth The Prince: Let's fucking gooo

But there was no exit in the labyrinth so the prince wandered around there for eternity (this is why you should take a thread)

And the keyword "labyrinth" appeared

Seems like it's one of the very important keywords… By the way, come to think of it, from what I remember of the character introduction, Luci was trapped in the labyrinth

wait WHAT I feel like I noticed something that I shouldn't

2 years later!

Liz Hart, who has successfully escaped her provisional student status, is now a full-fledged wizard!

As if becoming a full-fledged wizard wasn't enough, she is said to be the top in the class

Well, they say that all of Season 6 comrades are outstanding guys, so it's better to give her an upgrade so she can get along with them easily! Besides, I'm sick of making mistakes and turning on that certain BGM now

But what about Eli? Was he pushed out to the second or what

And the keyword "Night Class" appeared

I didn't get the concept of this, honestly I thought it was literally a night school

And the bombshell dropped

you said dark magic is forbidden you said dark magic is fucking forbidden and the caster will be severely punished what why were the one starting with A and the one starting with K punished then

but thinking about it, A is charged with attempted unicorn murder, and K is charged with forbidden summons the result will be the same anyway dammit

And another bombshell dropped

the Headmaster was… changed? Headmaster Randolph was… gone?

Then who'll guard the Tower of Sorrow? Will Professor Schuyler guard the tower alone? Or the brand-new Headmaster? this is a real cataclysm omg

Anyway, those Night Class dudes have finally revealed themselves to the world, but Liz only spotted familiar faces the next day.

oh it's Eli

If those deals with dark magic, then only a select few can belong to it… But I can't help but feel like it's an excessive emphasis on new characters. If that was the intention, it can be considered a success though

Then Professor Schuyler appeared. He said that the Headmaster had summoned Liz, so she headed to the office.

The Emperor Toujou

He appeared after being renovated to commemorate Season 6. But every time I see his fedora, a certain image comes to mind and it's ruining my brain

Anyway, Klaus said that the academy asked him for help with a magical tool invented by his grandfather, so he was sent here on the Ministry's behalf. (Is this foreshadowing? Or just a MacGuffin)

~A normal Klaus moment~

I sometimes admire this guy's cliched ドS traits

And she arrived!

Liz had always visited this place as a provisional student, but now she visited it as an official student. This is a bit touching

Will Liz finally meet her new Headmaster? What kind of conversation will they have?

And I used up all my tickets

[mayuuunaise]

[spoilers for those currently coupled w will and haven’t seen the new updates (ep 6-8)]

i honestly don’t think will is that difficult to understand and you honestly see it in the ways he reacts to your actions in the hot tub double date (and afterwards). though do take this w a grain of salt bc i still am unable to restart a volume after finishing and am basing it on the feedback in reddit. so far, i see three ways it goes down:

you don’t kiss anyone during the double date and will finds out during never have i ever: he “gets weirdly quiet” when he finds out he’s the only person you’ve kissed. i’m not taking it to mean that he was hoping you get to fool around and that gives him an excuse to do the same, i’m taking it as him being uncomfortable that it LOOKS LIKE you’re getting serious about this way too fast. he says it as much when he wants to have a chat and if you go to the rooftop, the two of you aren’t exclusive and he’ll root for you if you get your head turned. will is def the kind of guy who has commitment issues and wants to take things slow and see how it pans out before going all in. i’m definitely sensing some vibes that he’s uncomfortable if “you’re more interested in him than he is in you.”

you kiss at least one person during the double date and you don’t tell will beforehand: as much as will isn’t bothered if you’d get your head turned, he’d definitely be the type that’s bothered hearing it from someone else. it’s not that he’s upset you’ve kissed someone, because it’s early days and his chat proves that he’s open to that kind of thing and encourages you to explore and find that spark if you can. it’s that you didn’t tell him yourself. he’s an open book and he says so himself, he’d have kissed them too if the opportunity presented itself. but will would also likely tell you if it happened. i bet you that when najuma and him “broke it off” he would have been honest w her that he had his head turned by the bombshell (and would have had a fun laugh when najuma replied “mate, same.”)

you kiss at least one person during the double date and you tell will before the game: he’s so encouraging about it, because it shows you’re on the same page. you like each other but it isn’t too serious yet or exclusive because it’s still too early to really KNOW and that’s fine. when will thinks of commitment, he thinks of the trust his parents have with each other to still choose the other by the end of the day, and that takes time to foster no matter what any 2D islander says about love at first sight and all that crap. so yeah, i do think it’s very on brand for him to want you to explore and not be limited by all the coupling business and expectations to stay loyal to a hot mess you’ve known for like a day (which is why i think he calls bull on the whole lexi/kobi thing lmao). but will still wants you to be honest with him about it, and that’s why he’s unaffected (and lowkey happy) if people drink to having kissed MC.

tl:dr - i think will is the slow burn friends w benefits to lovers storyline of the game and i am absolutely ecstatic about it and if they don’t give us this i have half a mind to do it myself.

[vixenofthemist]

I've gotten into the AA games and honestly I'm obsessed with how at first glance Klapollo is a rock star x normal guy ship and from that u would assume the intrigue and drama comes from normal guy being thrown into the world of stardom and fame when really it's Rock Star who has to like sit down and process every other tidbit Normal Guy drops about his past lmao

[jimblejamblewritings]

luck be a (leading) lady | part 11.

[Posted 2022.09.29]

Summary: Y/N has always been a background character. That’s just life for some folks isn’t it? But what if she’s determined to not just be another member in the ensemble? What if someone helps her step into the spotlight in her own special way?

Warnings for the Series: a teeny bit of angst but mainly fluff, slow burn

Pairing: ricky bowen x black!reader

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: I’m thinking 3 or 4 parts left after this. It won’t go much further in the story than when Ricky and the reader actually get together.

A/N II: My writing style in this isn’t my favorite but I never realized how hard it would be to do hsmtmts as a series fic. I still love the plot though so I’m going to see it through but serious thank you to all the readers that enjoy this story because I’m honestly not sure about my own writing here.

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

“EJ, care to share why we aren’t in a stretch circle right now?” Kourtney asked through a yawn. 

“Corbin and Channing need more.” 

“More?”

“Just some reality style juice to bring everything to life.”  

“What EJ means is that the docuseries and the musical are getting canceled if we don’t bring some pettiness to our performances,” Carlos explained. “So the three of us spent all night, and well into six am, making a plan. I present the RCOSL.” 

“What?” Ashlyn just stared at the first posterboard in confusion. 

“The Real Campers of Shallow Lake? I thought that was pretty self-explanatory.”

“Look, it’s easy,” EJ encouraged. “You know how as real people we pick up on social cues and other people’s feelings?”

“Do we?” Gina asked pointedly. 

Carlos cut in after EJ faltered. “Anyway, forget being nice. Think of the three Bs. Bombshells, betrayals, and bitch slaps.”

“Look I love the real housewives but we’re students not millionaires. We have no money to burn or kids to blame, so how are we pulling this off?” Kourtney asked. 

Jett leaned back in his seat. “Can I be Team Kourtney on this one?”

Carlos sighed and showed the next posterboard. “Here’s how. Everyone needs roles and we’ve already taken the liberty of assigning them. Play your part to a T.”

No one was quite sure about the plan but if it saved the show then they would consider it. Although, they were starting to wonder how much of these roles were completely made up. Some seemed a bit personal. The judgy one, the jilted ex, the one with a dark past, the crier, the one who's here for the wrong reasons, the one the audience pities, the one with a catchphrase, the shrink, the bad boy, and the instigator. 

“It’s a formula and the formula works,” Val said with a nod.

“Isn’t this a little tawdry?” Kourtney asked. 

“I was going to say the exact same thing,” Jett spoke up from behind Kourtney. 

“And that is why, Kourt, you get to be the judgy one,” Carlos said. 

Val slapped Kourt’s picture up on the board underneath the label that read judgy. Everyone else started getting parts assigned. Jilted ex— Ricky. Dark past— Ashlyn. Crier— Maddox. Wrong reasons— EJ. Pitiful one— You. Catchphrase— Gina. Shrink— Val. Bad boy— Jett. Instigator— Carlos. Everyone else could pick who they would stick by throughout the show.  

Ricky and Gina looked at each other. Gina raised her hand. “Um, is giving Y/N the role of being the one the audience pities a good idea?” 

“Of course,” Carlos said. “She doesn’t even have to act, it limits risks of everyone messing up the less actors we have. It’s why I’m the instigator. And Val’s the shrink because she’s a psych major.”

“Oh, good, so we aren’t stretching for these parts,” Kourtney said. 

Carlos pointed at her. “Good. I want a lot more of that energy today.” 

“Wait, why is it less risk?” Gina was focused on that part.  

“Because her social anxiety and the fact that she never gets the lead despite having enough talent is the perfect thing for the audience to root for.”

Ricky sat up. “Dude, that’s not cool.” 

“People have to be exploited, Ricky. Why do you think you’re the jilted ex?”

“I’m not jilted.”

“But you are an ex, just play it up.” 

Ricky’s nostrils flared slightly but he dropped it. Everyone started to get a bit excited about the idea, mainly Ashlyn and some of the ensemble. It was just another role. Besides, everyone knew that reality tv wasn’t all that real. They listened to their four goals for the day. Cry, Slap, Throw a drink, Get caught saying something scandalous on a hot mic. Aside from the drink throwing, it seemed easy enough. Even the drink wouldn’t be too bad— they just had to find a scenario that called for drink throwing. Carlos had already organized how the slap would be done. At some point they’d have an exercise on fake slapping for theater and someone would just “accidentally” hit someone else. It was brilliant. Now, they just needed to figure out who was willing to take a handprint to the cheek for the team. 

They were all working on slaps and other things while waiting for Corbin and Channing. Maddox and Ashlyn were backstage trying to figure out a way to make Maddox cry. She wasn’t someone who could just turn on the tears. Nothing Ashlyn was suggesting even made her think about crying. Carlos walked by. 

“We’ll work out the kinks… I know! You two are in love with the same boy. How about…” He looked around. “Oh, Jett! Perfect, everyone loves a bad boy. You both are in love with Jett but he’s obviously in a relationship with Y/N— But he’s looking at Kourtney. We get a love triangle and a potential cheating scandal all in one. We might actually be better than the housewives.”

“Jett? Oh, God, no,” Maddox protested but Ashlyn was so in. 

“Oh, God, yes. It makes sense that I, with a dark past, would be attracted to the bad boy.”

Carlos called Jett over to explain. “Jett, do you know Maddox? She has the hots for you.” 

A mix between a laugh and a scoff escaped his mouth. Before he could protest, Carlos held up a hand. 

“And so does Ashlyn. But you have the hots for Kourtney which creates a problem and is the source of mega angst in your relationship with Y/N.” 

“Woah, we are not d—”

“Channing is here!” EJ yelled. “Let’s practice Kristoff and Anna first so we can get some good ex stuff with Ricky and then we’ll move into Young Anna and Elsa for Carlos’ diva moment.”  

Carlos left before Jett or Maddox could protest about his idea. They both looked at each other and shuddered before getting to where they were supposed to be for the camera. You could feel the tension when you finally made it to The Barn for rehearsal. Everything started to go wrong as Alex and Emmy rehearsed the scene where Young Anna and Young Elsa created Olaf for the first time. Carlos had started complaining and the two girls who you watched be friends were suddenly at each other’s throats about who was in charge of the snow. 

“Is this supposed to be fake snow?” Carlos complained. “Because it looks like sea salt.” 

“Emmy’s the one that grabbed the wrong prop.”

“Me? You’re Elsa, shouldn't you be in charge of all the fake snow?”

You stepped in between the girls. “How about I be in charge of the snow? Remember what you learned as part of the Guppy Troupe.”

“Arguing about the problem doesn’t solve the problem,” the three of you repeated. 

“Perfect. So since I’m the Principal Snowflake, I’ll make sure the snow looks better and spread out more. Deal?” 

The two girls muttered an “I guess” and stepped aside. Val was waiting to see your dance planned for Anna and Elsa building Olaf. You wanted to make it simple and really highlight the girls since they wouldn’t be onstage for pretty much the rest of the show. You took off the booties protecting your ballet shoes and showed Val. It was really simple. You planned on starting behind Carlos. Emmy would toss snow and then Alex. Since Alex was Young Elsa, you thought that was when you would spring to life. In between the two girls you would do a couple of balancés to grab each bucket. 

“And then just simple soutenus as I throw snow, maybe a pique when I toss the buckets off stage to Maddie. Oh and all in demi pointe since Elsa’s powers aren’t very developed yet, so I wanted to use my standard ballet slippers instead of pointe for the first bit.” 

“That sounds decent,” Val said. 

“Decent? That’s what she came up with? That’s it?”

Your eyebrows knitted together as you looked between Carlos and Val. Was the routine that bad? It wasn’t the top of your skill set but that was the point. They knew that. They had seen your work before… Well, they hadn’t. No one showed up to watch you in The Nutcracker and you weren’t sure they ever bothered to watch the performance video of it. Maybe they did think this was the best you could do. You felt your breathing start to get a bit shallow. Ricky closed his script, putting his focus on you.  

“Carlos, I said it was decent. Decent means we have time to workshop it. The rest of the routines aren’t like this are they?” 

“You think Clara could put together something better.”

“I-I wanted the girls to sh-shine so—”

“Then what’s the point of having a principal snowflake? And where were you earlier? We had to push this scene back you know, we did Ricky and Gina song first. It’s not even close to the top of the show.” 

“I told EJ.” You gestured feebly to the director. “I was working on the dances and I had an audition fo—”

“An audition?” Carlos looked around you to focus on Val. “She isn’t even focused on our show.” 

“Carlos,” Ricky cut in. 

“Were you doing something else, Y/N?” Val asked you. 

You stuttered through another sentence about EJ knowing. 

“Are you always this unfocused because we can talk about it some other time but right now the show is our priority.” 

“She’s always like this,” Carlos added. “Not to be an instigator but that’s why she’s never been more than principal dancer. Her talent is probably the best but she thinks she’s better than everyone just because she’s gone pro.” 

He said the last bit in an exaggerated stage whisper. EJ winked at Carlos and Val, knowing Channing’s camera wouldn’t catch him in frame. This was going great. You could feel your face get hot as it got harder to take a proper breath. Ricky watched your fingers tremble as you tried to clasp your hands together. You took a couple steps backwards when the tears started. Both Jett and Ricky moved towards you— Ricky reaching first— to stop you from accidentally falling off the stage. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ricky barely got the words out before Jett was moving him out the way. 

“Don’t bother her more. Y/N/N, look at me.” Jett held your shoulders. “We’re going outside now, okay?” 

You hit at your chest. 

“We can breathe better outside.” 

You followed Jett’s lead to stand on the porch of the barn. Inside, they were still rolling with the scenario. Ashlyn turned to Maddox. 

“Doesn’t it suck that he went to go help her? I mean I guess that’s his girlfriend and all.”

“They aren’t dating!” Maddox blurted out.

“We can only dream, Gadget, can—”

“She’s our cousin!” 

“I k— wait, what? Our cousin, you and Jett…” 

“Are siblings, yes! He’s the literal worst but he’s still my brother. I never want to date him, oh, and I’m gay.” 

Maddox stormed backstage to the props table. She was okay with the reality script just not okay with anyone ever insinuating that she and her brother would be a thing. Channing thought he got enough footage for the day and started to pack up most of his film equipment. He told the cast they needed to take a picture for promo. He’d be back shortly to show them the preview for the documentary to drum up interest in people watching the musical on livestream and also to watch the docuseries when it came out. EJ went to go get you and Jett for the picture. Ricky lit up at hearing Maddox’s words. 

“Wait, they’re cousins?” 

Even Carlos looked surprised. “My straightdar must be broken. Can we all agree they were definitely the grumpy sunshine trope?” 

Everyone nodded their heads. You came walking back in, immediately moving to sit next to Ricky. He was on the edge of the group and you didn’t want to be smushed in between everyone. It felt too claustrophobic at the moment. He wiped at the tear stains to try and make them less visible for the photo. Ricky looked down when you reached for his hand, barely lifting his head in time for the shot. While everyone else was discussing what to do next when Channing returned, Ricky took you outside. You both sat on the bench attached to the barn’s porch. 

“Carlos didn’t mean anything.” 

“I know, it’s for the reality show. Jett told me.” 

“I can’t believe you two are cousins.” 

“Of course we are. Why do you think I talk to him and Maddie with no problem? We’ve known each other since diapers.” 

“Everyone kind of thought you were dating.” 

You gagged. “Jett? Ew, really?” 

“You can’t blame us.” 

“Yes, I can. Come on, Maddie, Jett, and I are obviously related.”

Ricky raised his eyebrows. “Obviously?” 

“Same smiles.”

“When have we ever seen Jett smile?”

“Okay, fair enough,” you said with a laugh. 

“Hey, what audition were you talking about?” 

“Oh.” You picked at your booties. “For the ballet. Saltwater always holds auditions in summer for the first musical and ballet of the season but most pros are on tour so they can send in videos. Normally I do it in person but they moved up the date this year. I need to send it in by the day of our show or I’m not auditioning.” 

“What’s the show?”

“The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.” 

“Really? That’s awesome. Are you going for Susan or Lucy?”

“Do I look like I could pull off either? Don’t even think about mentioning Clara again.” You chuckled when Ricky closed his mouth. “I was thinking maybe The White Witch? They showed us the costume designs and part of her solo.” 

“Well, whichever one you want. It’ll be perfect. Hey, do you wa—”

“Y/N! Can we talk? Like sister time.” Gina stood in front of you. 

You gave Ricky a half-smile but he just brushed it off and encouraged you to go. You walked with Gina through the camp just so she could walk and talk. She was going through a somewhat rough patch with EJ. He was a bit tense this summer. But she was more pissed that he seemed to be confiding in Val instead of her. It wasn’t even jealousy over Val. It was the fact that maybe he didn’t trust her enough to say anything. 

“I just didn’t think my summer of firsts would involve my first boyfriend fight. We’re not even fighting. It’s like one-sided confusion.” 

“Maybe,” you started to suggest very carefully. “You need a break.” 

“What?” 

“Not forever. Just until the end of camp? EJ is going through a big transition in his life and it’s very clear what you want and where your boundaries are. It’s not like I’m saying go explore other options. Sometimes, you need alone time to figure out what you really want. You know what you want, G, but maybe he doesn’t? Or maybe he doesn’t know how to get what he wants?” 

“You think a break would help?”

“I think if you explained it clearly to him. Who knows, you might not even need the break then? Just talk to EJ, he might not even realize that he’s making you feel this way.” 

Gina gave you a hug. “This is why I love sister time. I’m gonna miss staying with you.” 

You laughed as you hugged her back. “You act like you’re leaving Salt Lake. It’s just your mom coming back to town, you can still come over for breakfast just like Ricky.”

Ricky went to go figure out something while you talked to Gina. He was pretty sure he saw a little campfire area with almost proper log benches and some bushes. Instead of seeing an empty bench, he saw Jett sitting there. 

“How do you always manage to find my hiding spots?”

“Dude, don’t.”

“You okay?” Ricky sat down next to him. 

“The blow-up Maddie and I had back there wasn’t even the half of it. She’s seen me as the bad guy for most of her life, she doesn’t think I was playing a role today. Forget it.”

“Why don’t you try to show her you’re sorry? You can’t be all that bad.” 

Jett huffed. “I see why you like Y/N, you two have the same blind optimism in people.” 

“I don’t l—” Ricky didn’t even bother finishing as Jett walked away. 

Carlos passed by. “Is he…”

“Oh, he’s fine. It’s about him and Maddox.” 

“Thank goodness. I just found Y/N. I had no idea she didn’t know about the plan, I thought someone would have filled her in.” 

“She knows now. And you killed it today.” 

“Thanks,” Carlos said with a smile. “So did you. Jilted ex suits you, bro… Oh, oh, I said bro and now you’re probably going to reveal something.” 

“It’s possible I wasn’t completely acting. Except I don’t know if I can be a jilted ex if I never got the chance to be an ex.” 

Carlos turned his entire body to face Ricky on the bench. “Wait? That wasn’t an act today? You and Gina—”

“Gina? No. We’ve always been just friends.” 

“Then who? The only other girl I see you wi— wait, are you gay? Are we talking about EJ, Jett?” 

“Close to Jett— I like Y/N. I’ve been trying to be just friends but I’m slowly failing. I think I more than like her. Is that crazy? I couldn’t even say it to Nini but with Y/N... I think I love her, Carlos … What?”

Carlos pointed, with wide eyes, behind Ricky. “I guess that covers the hot mic scandal.” 

Ricky looked to see Channing running out of the bushes. He squeezed his eyes shut. Did Channing just catch his confession on tape? This was bad. The entire world was going to hear it. You were going to see it. Ricky had to face the idea that he was going to have to tell you. It would be better for you to hear it from him than from a documentary. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. You had so easily told him about your past crush on him… but you had said it like it was nothing. You got over it but Ricky wasn’t sure he could get over his. He had no clue what he was going to do. 

(part 12)

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Unrequited Love?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have been friends and roommates for a couple years. You’re madly in love with him, but you’re pretty sure he just likes you as a friend. There’s a chance you’re 100% wrong. 

Warnings: SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS WALK AWAY. Bucky’s a dom (obvi). Metal arm kink. Cursing. Praise kink. Light choking.

You looked in the mirror and sighed. You looked fantastic in your little black dress and strapy heels, but you didn’t feel excited. You barely felt happy. You ran your fingers through your long hair and let out another sigh. Your hair and makeup was done and you were ready to go, but you felt the strong urge to call your date and cancel. He was a sweet guy you’d met at the bar last week where you’re a bartender. Tall, blonde, handsome…everything a normal girl would want. But it wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted something, someone, you couldn’t have. You knew he would never return the affection, certainly never the love, but that didn’t stop your heart from longing for him. He was one of your two closest friends and you two hit it off instantly. Your friend Sam introduced the two of you a couple years ago. His name is James Buchanan Barnes, “Bucky” to his friends. Bucky was a ladies man and rarely saw the same girl twice. You weren’t his type. He went after the teeny tiny blonde bombshells, which you absolutely were not. You were a short brunette with curves you loved very much. More girl next door than sex kitten.

Your phone buzzed, bringing you out of your thoughts. You glanced down to see your date’s name on the screen letting you know he was on his way to the restaurant. You texted him back to let him know you’d be leaving in a couple minutes. You looked back in the mirror and adjusted your hair one last time before putting on your shoes and heading downstairs. New York City is expensive as hell, so Sam and Bucky were your roommates. Both of them were downstairs and they were arguing about some sport thing you didn’t care about. When you came down the stairs, Sam looked up at you and wolf-whistled. Bucky turned around to look and froze.

“How do I look?” You asked with a quick twirl.

“Hot as hell, Y/N.” Sam replied.

Bucky continued to stare silently. It was almost awkward, so Sam elbowed him in the side. He let out a cough before mumbling, “you look beautiful.”

His response sent warmth through your entire body. You were a little surprised by how shy he looked as he said it, but you figured it was because it was you. He was usually much more flirtatious, but always in a joking manner. “Thanks guys. I’m gonna head out. I’ll text you if he’s super creepy and I need you to save me.”

Sam laughed, but Bucky just nodded. “We’ll kick his ass if he screws with you.”

You smiled. “Oh I know it. Especially you, bionic man.” You winked and they both laughed. “Alright, boys. I’m out. Don’t wait up.” You blew them both a kiss and headed out the front door.

The moment you were gone, Sam smacked Bucky on the back of the head.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?”

“When the hell are you gonna tell her?”

Bucky rubbed the back of his head. “Tell her what?”

Sam glared at him. “Dude. Anyone with eyeballs can see you’re in love with her.”

Bucky blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Y/N is great, but she’s just a friend.”

“Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that. Y/N is a catch. If you don’t tell her how you feel, she’s going to find someone and you’re going to hate yourself forever.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “How is that different from now?”

“Right now you have a chance at real happiness. Even love. But you’re too scared or stupid to make a move.”

Bucky was about to argue, but he knew Sam was right. “You’re right. I am scared. I don’t deserve her and I’m willing to bet she knows it. Why would she want me when she could have someone without all my problems? My baggage? My fucked up life?”

Sam was about ready to slap his friend. “Man up, Barnes. Sure you’ve got some shit, we all do. But Y/N knows your history…and she’s still here. She’s still your friend.”

“What if she doesn’t want me?” He whispered.

“I’ve known Y/N/N a long time. I can read her like a book, even when she tries to hide it. She cares about you, Bucky. I’ve seen it in the way she looks at you.”

Bucky didn’t say anything. He didn’t think he could. You were his favorite person in the entire world…he couldn’t bare the thought of losing you. He also couldn’t stand the idea of you being with someone else. But what if you didn’t want him? How could he possibly live his life without you in it?

“Go get her.”

Bucky looked at Sam like he was crazy, “What?”

“I said, go get her. You know she hates taxis, so she’ll be walking to the subway. You’re a super solider, I guarantee you can catch up to her.”

Bucky stared at his friend and his mind churned. Without a word, he turned away and went to his room. He came back a couple seconds later with his jacket and boots on. “I’ll be back.”

Sam watched him walk to the door. “Get your girl, Buck.”

You were about 2 blocks from the subway. You’d been walking slowly because you really weren’t looking forward to the evening ahead of you. As always, your thoughts strayed to Bucky. This time, you were thinking about the way he looked at you when you came down the stairs. The surprise, and dare you say, desire? No. There’s no way. He was just surprised. You shook your head to clear your thoughts. James Buchanan Barnes was absolutely not interested in you. No freaking way. As you neared the entrance to the subway, you heard shouting behind you. The voice sounded familiar, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You kept walking and then you heard a very distinctive “Y/N!” You turned towards the direction of the voice and saw none other than Bucky Barnes running towards you. “Bucky? What are you doing here?” You asked when he reached you.

Not surprisingly, the super soldier wasn’t even out of breath. “You can’t go on this date.”

You looked surprised. “Why not? Do you know him or something?”

Bucky shook his head. “No, you just can’t. You can’t date.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I can’t date? Excuse me?”

“Shit. I’m saying this all wrong.”

“Apparently. What are you trying to say, Buck?”

Bucky started fiddling with his hands and he looked at the ground. “I don’t know how…what I mean is…I…shit.”

If he didn’t seem so upset, you would have laughed. It was rare that Bucky was speechless. “Buck? It’s me. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He finally made eye contact with you and you were shocked by all the emotions filling his eyes. He took a deep breath and held your gaze. “I don’t want you to date anyone else,” he said softly.

“Anyone else?” You prompted.

“Anyone who isn’t me.”

You stared at him in stunned silence. You were quite sure you’d misheard him. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Bucky cleared his throat. “I don’t want you to date anyone who isn’t me.”

“You…you want to date me?”

Bucky nodded. “I’ve wanted to since the day we met.”

You stared at him again. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Joy flooded your body, but it was quickly followed by anger. “Why the hell are you just telling me now? I’ve been single the entire time we’ve known each other! But you wait until I actually agree to go out with someone else and--”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me,” he said so softly you almost didn’t hear him. Almost.

His words softened your annoyance. “Bucky,” you whispered, stepping towards him. You laid a hand on his arm. “Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re amazing. You’re strong, brave, and so incredibly kind.”

He barked out a harsh laugh. “You’ve got a rose colored glasses view of me.”

“No I don’t, Bucky. I know you. I know about your past, but I don’t care. That wasn’t you. I love the man that’s standing here in front of me. The one that always buys me my favorite flowers on my birthday. The one that watches sappy romance movies with me. The one that would die to protect me. You, James Buchanan Barnes. You.” You punctuated the last word with a finger to his chest.

He looked at you like you were the most incredible human being he’d ever seen. “You love me?” He asked sheepishly.

You blushed. You hadn’t even realized you’d said it, but there was no backing out now. “Yes. I do…so damn much.”

He grinned ear to ear and wrapped his arms around your waist. “How much?” He asked with a smirk.

“More than anything.” You answered with a smirk of your own.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss began sweetly, but soon devolved into something much more passionate. You finally pulled away when you needed to breathe.

He leaned his forehead against yours and smiled softly. “So I think you’re gonna be late for your date.”

“Oh shit!” You quickly dug your phone out of your purse as he started laughing. “It’s not funny! I have to call him.”

“Nahhh. Just leave him hanging. We’ve got things to do.”

You looked up at him and he stared at you with dark eyes. You had never seen him look at you that way, but you knew very well what was on his mind. “James…” you warned.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous.”

You rolled your eyes. “At least let me call him while we walk home.”

“Walk? Who said anything about walking?” He asked as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You yelped as he started jogging towards your townhouse.

“Bucky! Put me down!” You squealed.

“Not a chance, doll.”

He made it back to your shared home in record time. He deposited you on the front steps and you smacked his arm. “Don’t do that again!”

He grinned. “I have no regrets.”

You rolled your eyes and unlocked the door. You’d managed to send a text to your date while Bucky ran you home. You felt bad, but you had Bucky…which is what you really wanted. When you entered the house, Bucky pinned you against the door and kissed you passionately.

“Whoa! Guys, get a room!” Sam yelled as he came into view from the kitchen.

Bucky turned and glared at him. Apparently the glare was enough to make Sam uncomfortable, because he put his hands up and backed away slowly.

“Bucky, we really should go to your room.”

Bucky looked down at you and nodded. His bedroom was on the third floor, which was farthest away from Sam’s. Your’s was in the middle, so this was a better option to avoid annoying the shit out of Sam. Bucky followed you up the stairs and the moment you entered his room, he was on you.

It took you a moment to come to your senses. Bucky was just so damn intoxicating. You pushed him away gently and he looked at you with concern. “Are you okay, doll?”

You shook your head. “Is this real, Bucky?”

He looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, is this real? Us? Or is this a one-time thing? Because I can’t do a friends with benefits thing or whatever—“

He cut you off with a metal finger to your lips. “This is anything but one-time. I want this, Y/N. I want you. For as long as you’ll have me.”

That was all you needed to hear. You grabbed his face and pulled him towards you, kissing him like you needed him to breathe. He melted into you and easily lifted your body up into his arms. He carried you to the bed and laid you down gently before crawling on top of you. You tugged on his shirt and he got the hint and quickly shed the garment. His hands were everywhere…he was everywhere. It was all you could do not to rip his clothes off and ride him until the sun rose.

Bucky felt the exact same way. He needed this. Needed you. Within minutes you were both down to your underwear and panting heavily. Bucky trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at your collarbone. You moaned softly and arched your back against him.

“Do you want this Y/N?” Bucky asked against your throat.

You nodded furiously.

“Words, doll. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Bucky. I want this.”

He unceremoniously ripped your bra completely off your body and sealed his lips around your nipple. You gasped at the pleasant feeling and pressed your fingers into his shoulders. His hands traveled down your body, landing on your barely clothed core. He could feel the wetness and the heat and he groaned loudly. “So wet for me already and I’ve barely touched you.”

You merely moaned in response, already too far gone to think clearly.

His lips moved to take the place of his hands as he removed your thong. He sat back on his haunches and practically growled. “All of this for me?” He asked as he slid a metal finger through your slick folds.

“Only you, Bucky.” You moaned at the sensation.

“I need to taste you,” he said before diving in and licking a stripe up your pussy.

You moaned again and he slid his tongue between your folds. When his mouth found your clit, you nearly lost it. “Oh god!”

He grinned against you and picked up his pace, sliding a thick metal finger inside of you. “You taste so good, baby. I could eat you all night.”

You glanced down at him as you slotted your fingers in his hair. He looked so sexy between your thighs, beard rubbing against your sensitive skin. As if he felt your eyes on him, he glanced up at you and held your gaze as he continued sucking your clit. His normally bright blue eyes were dark and lust blown. You’d never seen a sexier sight. You lifted your hips up to meet his mouth and continued moaning loudly. Bucky brought his arm around your abdomen and held you in place as he worked you. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers and your moans increased in volume and frequency, so he knew you were close even before you told him.

“Bucky…I’m so close. Please.”

“Please what, doll?” He asked between licks.

“Please. I need to come. Please, Bucky.”

“Cum for me baby girl.”

His words, coupled with his skilled fingers were all you needed to fall over the edge. You cried out in pleasure and clung to his hair as he helped you ride out your orgasm. You tugged on his hair and tried to scoot away from him as the pleasure became too much. Bucky held you in place until he decided he was finished. He lifted his head and grinned at you, chin covered in your slick. You reached for him and he obliged, moving up to kiss you. The taste of yourself on his tongue made you moan and you felt his clothed cock twitch against your thigh. 

“Bucky,” you whined softly. 

“Yes, doll?” 

“Lose the boxers,” you murmured. 

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly and he licked his lips as he ripped his boxers off and threw them across the room. He liked when you demanded what you wanted. “Tell me what you want baby girl.” 

“You,” you moaned softly. 

He smiled and lined himself up against your opening, but you stopped him. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head quickly. “Wanna taste you.” 

Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head. He let you flip him over and straddle him. You looked incredible above him, so beautiful and fucked out. You kissed his lips before making your way down his muscular body. When you reached his cock, you licked the precum off his head and he groaned. 

“You’re so big,” you said in awe as you ran your tongue from the base to the tip. “I like it.” You slid his head into your mouth and slowly lowered your head over his cock, taking as much as you could without gagging. Bucky’s fingers entwined in your hair and his breathing was already ragged. “Fuck, baby. You look so good taking my cock.”

You preened at the praise and started bobbing your head up and down and stroking what you couldn’t get into your mouth with your hand. Bucky let out a loud moan and bucked his hips up to meet your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. “Holy shit yes, doll. Just like that.” 

You could see how much he enjoyed seeing you gag and you liked letting him have control. “Fuck my face, Bucky,” you said as you lifted off his cock. 

“What?” he sputtered in surprise. 

“Use me. I want it.” 

He only needed to be told once. He pulled you up and jumped off the bed. “On your knees, pretty girl.” 

You dropped to the floor without a second thought, looking up at him with desire. You opened your mouth and waited patiently for him to thrust into you. He held the back of your head as he entered your mouth, starting gently so he didn’t hurt you. You grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to you, gagging on his cock. You needed him to move. Bucky got the message and began thrusting into your mouth as fast as he could. Spit dripped down your chin and your gagging noises mixed with his loud moans. 

“God, Y/N, your mouth feels amazing. I’m so close baby. Can I cum in your mouth?” 

You nodded your head as best you could and squeezed his thighs in hopes that he understood. Bucky’s thrusts became more frantic and irregular as he chased his high. A few seconds later, he was spurting hot streams of cum into your mouth and down your throat, which you swallowed happily. You licked him clean as he leaned back against the bed, breathing heavily. 

“Come ‘ere, doll,” he said, pulling you towards him and back onto the bed. He kissed you lovingly before flipping you over onto your back. “So beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed down your neck. He pulled himself up, planting one arm on either side of your head so he could look down at you. You were breathing heavily, flushed, and entirely fucked out. But he was no where near done with you. 

His flesh hand began to travel down your body and he was surprised when you stopped him before he reached your aching core. You looked at him with fiery eyes and ran a hand down his chest. “Metal, please,” you mumbled. 

He was confused for a moment before he realized what you meant. “You want me to use my left arm?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. “Please, Bucky.”

He grinned and switched arms, his right arm now supporting his upper body while his left traveled down to your inner thighs. He slid two metal fingers into your pussy and groaned as you bucked your hips against his hand. “You like my metal arm, don’t you dirty girl?” 

You nodded and rutted yourself against his hand again. He pulled his hand away and you whimpered at the loss. You were about to protest, but he put his two slick fingers against your lips and silently asked you to taste them. You opened your mouth without hesitation and sucked them clean, moaning at your taste. Bucky let out a low groan as he watched you, the need to be inside of you almost unbearable. Perks of being a super solider...he was already hard again. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop and he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit, collecting some of your slick on it before lining himself up at your entrance. 

You whimpered and he looked up at you with concern. When he saw your wide eyes gazing at his cock, he understood. “I’ve got you, doll. I’ll go slow.”

You nodded. You trusted him and dear god, you wanted to feel him inside of you. Bucky slid the tip of his cock inside of you and you did your best to relax your body. He moved slowly, filling you up and stretching you out. The pain was delicious and you cried out when he bottomed out. 

Bucky misinterpreted your cry and panicked, “Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?” 

You shook your head harshly. “No, you’re just so big. It feels so good, Bucky. Need you to move. Please.” 

Bucky grinned and immediately began to move, thrusting in and out of you at a gentle, slow pace. It felt good, but you wanted more. You could tell Bucky was holding back, afraid of hurting you. “Let go, Bucky.”

He looked at you quizzically, so you elaborated. “You’re not going to hurt me. Let go. I want to feel you, all of you. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own damn name.” 

He almost came right then and there. No one had ever said anything so deliciously sexy to him and the fact that it came from you only made it better. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you?” He just needed to make sure you were okay.

“Baby, I want this. Fuck me, Bucky. Please.” 

He didn’t need to be told a second time. He picked up his pace and changed his angle, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You cried out in pleasure and dug your nails into his back. He felt your walls clenching around him and knew you were close. “Gonna cum for me, doll?” 

“Yes, so close Buck.” 

He picked up his pace again. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock. Wanna feel you.” His words pushed you over the edge and you came with a cry. He kept pumping as you came down from your high, never stopping or slowing down. He worked you back up and within minutes you felt another orgasm building in your belly. 

“God, doll. You take my cock so well. I love the way you feel around me, milking my cock. You’re so damn tight, baby girl.”

Your pussy clenched even tighter around his cock and he knew you liked the praise. “I love this perfect pussy. Feels so good, doll. Tell me who’s pussy this is.”

“Yours, Bucky. Only yours.” 

He groaned. “That’s right, baby. Mine.” He shifted positions again and you gasped with pleasure. He pistoned in and out of you and you desperately wanted more. You grabbed his vibranium arm and tugged at it before gesturing to your throat. Bucky looked at you in surprise, but placed his hand around your throat tentatively. You wrapped your hand around his and squeezed it slightly, urging him to tighten his grip. He squeezed gently and you moaned louder. He watched you come undone under him and he gave your neck another squeeze, sending you over the edge again. “Bucky!” you yelled, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. 

Bucky could feel his own impending orgasm, but he wasn’t quite ready to cum.

“Bucky, too much...please,” you whimpered. 

He didn’t stop. “Think you can give me one more, baby?” He slid his hand down to your clit and began gently circling it. “Just one more. I know you can do it, baby.” 

You nodded, barely able to think, let alone speak. 

“Words, doll.”

“Yes, Buck.” 

Bucky surged forward with a renewed pace. His fingers gently toyed with your clit, and you felt the familiar knot in your stomach. Your walls started to clench around him and Bucky groaned loudly. “Doll, I can’t hold back much longer. Need you to cum for me.”

Your body responded to his touch and his voice and you felt your orgasm nearing. “More,” you moaned.

Bucky sped up his pace on your clit and you let out a scream as you came one more time, coating his cock and his abdomen as you squirted. 

The sight alone was enough to send Bucky over the edge. He came a few seconds later, calling out your name and filling you up with his seed. He collapsed on top of you, breathless and spent. 

You panted beneath him, desperately trying to catch your breath. You tapped his shoulder gently and whispered, “too heavy.” 

He laughed and lifted himself off you. “Sorry, doll.” He kissed your nose and flopped over beside you, watching you as you came down from all the pleasure. He reached over and caressed your cheek, turning your face towards him. 

“You are so beautiful, Y/N/N.”

You blushed. “So are you.” You turned towards him and he pulled you in close so your head was on his chest. You curled up against him and sighed. 

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” 

“I’m sorry it took me so long.”

You lifted your head to look at him. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly. “I always will be, doll. I love you. So damn much it hurts.” 

You kissed his chest and he squeezed you impossibly closer. “I love you too, Bucky.” 

Bucky was quiet for a few moments. Just when you thought he had drifted to sleep, he spoke again. “Sam is gonna be so annoying.” 

“Why?”

“He’s going to run around yelling ‘I told you so’ until the day I die.”

You laughed happily and Bucky joined in. You could picture Sam’s glee and Bucky’s annoyance and it made you smile. “There are worse things, love.” 

“I have you. That’s all that matters,” he said softly. You both drifted off to sleep shortly after in blissful happiness. Your love wasn't quite so unrequited after all.

[carolmunson]

starting from zero, got nothing to lose (V)

part i part ii part iii part iv part v

two new bombshells have entered the villa. (jk, but we do get a brief appearance of dusty and steve and it’s cute.)

tony and eddie have a chat about the fight, dose makes eddie embarrassed, steve isn’t having luck with the ladies, and eddie and ron hash it out in a diner.

(i wanted to make eddie awkward but also he sort of ended up really hot in this?)

i don’t think there’s any CW’s here, it’s a pretty fluffy chapter all around. they do smoke cigarettes at one point, and there are some bodily threats that don’t go anywhere.

A few nights had gone by since Eddie's fight with Rhonda and he honestly could not stop thinking about it. He replayed it in his head over and over, heat and anger bubbling in his chest every time he recalled her saying ‘Betty ‘Apple Pie’ Cunningham’ with her stupid smug face. It helped whenever he’d practice with the punching bags at Gleason’s before or after his shifts, numbing that ache in his chest with every hit. Deep down, he knew leaving her there alone was bothering him the most – She deserved it , he would justify, she was being a bitch . 

She doesn’t know about Chrissy, she doesn’t know about Vecna, you have to cut her some slack – she just doesn’t know , the rational part of his brain would argue. The internal struggle of hating her but trying to see it from her point of view was frustrating. Eddie hated maturing, it made him less right all the time. 

He gathered up his stuff in the men’s locker room to leave after another tiring mid-day shift. His balled up his coverall fell haphazardly out of his leather satchel while closing it up. 

“Munson,” he heard a familiar gruff voice call to him, “Haven’t seen you in a few days, you been hidin’ out on me?” 

Eddie blew his bangs out of his eyes, “Hey Tone, long time no see.” 

“Where’ve you been, dude? Haven’t seen you here or at Skid since Saturday,” he said, “Ron scare you off?” 

“No, man,” Eddie said, fatigue tugging at his eyes, “Just two ships passing in the night, I guess.” 

“Look, Ron told me what happened, she’s been feelin’ real bad about it,” Tony said in a low, apologetic tone, “Don’t tell her I told you that, I’ll never hear the end of it. You told her, her music sucks, huh?” 

“Let me guess,” Eddie said, rubbing the back of his neck, “That’s the worst thing I could’ve done?” 

“Oh no, the worst thing you could’ve done was leave her in the bar by herself at night,” his face was smiling, but his eyes were dark. 

“Tony, things were getting heated, I would never do that–” 

“I don’t need to hear it man, I promise,” he said, “I’m not mad at you, I totally get it. Rhonda makes guys wanna rip their hair out all the time. But I’ll promise you this…” Tony got quiet and close to Eddie’s face, he could see a smattering of gray in his stubble and smell the Listerine on his breath. Tony’s dark blue eyes flashed a bit, keeping steady contact with Eddie so intently, he almost wanted to look away. 

“If I ever find out that you left Ron alone, or in a position where she could get hurt, I will kill you,” his voice was grisly, “Capiche?” 

Eddie nodded, a shiver ran up his chest into his throat, his brown eyes like saucers, “Yeah, c-capiche man. Won’t happen again.” 

Tony’s smile broke across his face again, showing off his straight white teeth, “Don’t mean to freak you out dude, but I told you – that’s my Ronnie.” 

“She told me you dated,” Eddie said, putting his bag on one of the benches and adjusting the buckles at the bottom. 

“So then you’ll believe me when I tell you that it’s like pullin’ teeth to get her to apologize for something,” Tone explained, “And she wants to.” 

Eddie looked up at him, surprised, “Wants to?” 

“I don’t know what magic you have trapped in that fuckin’ mullet of yours kid, but suddenly she’s feelin’ all bad. Waiting for you to come in the door like a kicked puppy so she can say sorry – I wish it were me! She’s still on my last nerve,” he was exasperated, almost annoyed. 

“So I’ll level with ya, make this easier for both of you. You work tomorrow? Got any plans?” he asked. Eddie shook his head no.

“That’s what I like to hear. She’s up at Roosevelt hospital on Thursdays, all morning into the afternoon. She gets out around three through the front lobby, you should go meet her when she gets out tomorrow,” Tony took a seat on the bench, unlacing his Doc Martins to switch into his sneakers. 

“What’s in it for you?” Eddie asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder again. 

“I don’t have to deal with that little sad sack moping around my bar,” he said, “You know she’s already got a bad attitude, imagine her when she’s a little bummed out? The worst. Again, please do not tell her I said this, I will not hear the end of it. She’s everywhere, she haunts me.”

“Cross my heart,” Eddie smiled, “Yeah, I can make it to Roosevelt tomorrow.” 

“Ugh, brother, you are saving my life,” Tony said, grabbing his ringed hand. 

Eddie laughed, shaking his hand free and clapping him on the shoulder the way Tony always did to him. As he got to the door of the locker room he heard Tony's soft singing to himself echo off the tiled walls.

“ Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Find me a find, catch me a catch…” 

— “I promise you Dose, it’s not a date.” 

“Even if it’s not Edward, you can not wear that you look so…you look like you don’t care about impressing her,” Dosia complained from the couch.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, but couldn’t help but smile through his sigh at her, “I am never asking you if I look okay again, if this is how you’re gonna react.” 

“It’s just…can’t you wear a little less black? Something more cheery? It’s a date right? To impress her? You told me you hurt her feelings,” she asked. 

“Yes, I’m going to apologize to her, no it’s not a date,” he said, “I’m meeting her at a hospital.” 

“Well, the shoe fits then,” she said, gesturing towards his outfit, “You look like you’re going to a funeral, anyway.” 

Eddie laughed, “You’re still so sharp, you know that?” 

Dosia crossed her legs and huffed, smoothing the muted pink velvet blanket over her. Her frosty white nails skated over the green and white striped couch, “Do not ask for my advice if you’re not going to take it, kochanie . Oh by the way, your friend, the little one, he called.” 

“Dustin?” Eddie asked, his chest bubbling with excitement. 

“You should call him back, he said it was important,” Dosia held her hand to her forehead dramatically, “Go, go, I cannot bear to look at you anymore, it’s making me depressed.” 

Eddie shook his head at her, walking into his room to pick up the landline on his bedside table. He looked at the clock while he dialed the number and thought it was weird that he’d call while he was at school.

“Eddie?” he heard on the other end of the line. 

“Hey Henderson,” Eddie said, a smile plastered onto his face at the sound of his friend’s voice, “How’s it going, shouldn’t you be in like, fourth period right now?” 

“I skipped,” Dustin said, matter of factly. 

“Ooooh, not cool man, c’mon, don’t be like me,” Eddie said, untangling the coiled cord on the phone so he could give himself a once over in the mirror. 

“It’s just one day, I’m trying to get my character sheet ready for tomorrow,” he said, “I wanted your help.” 

“Erica’s on your ass, huh?” Eddie chuckled, “That’s my girl. Knew I left Hellfire in the right hands. I wish I could help you more dude, but I kind of have to get going. Dose said it was important, is everything okay?” 

“I always say it’s important so you’ll call me back,” he said. 

“It doesn’t have to be important for me to call back, Henderson, just call,” Eddie told him. He held up the orange sweater Dosia got him for Christmas to his chest, balancing the receiver between his cheek and his shoulder. 

“Where do you have to be? Hot date or something?” Dustin teased, a chuckle reverberating through the earphone. 

“Uhhh, sorta,” Eddie responded, a little distracted, tossing the sweater on his bed.

“Wait, really?” he asked, his interest perking up, “You have a date tonight? Steve hasn’t even talked to a girl since last year. ” 

“Last year was a week ago, man.” Eddie could hear Dustin laughing on the other end of the phone, talking to someone else in the room, “Eddie’s already getting more action than you .” 

“Henderson, are you kidding me right now? Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson has a date tonight and I’m here with you twerps?” Eddie could clock that bored, annoyed voice anywhere. 

“Is that Harrington?” Eddie asked, he heard the clatter of another line picking up. 

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t lose your shit,” Steve’s voice was much clearer now. Eddie could still hear Dustin laughing behind him. 

“Having some trouble finding love in the ‘90s, Steve-o?” Eddie asked, checking himself out at every angle in the mirror, still, “Need some advice?” 

“Yeah, ha, ha, I get it, it’s very funny – look, I don’t need dating advice from someone who still plays Dungeons and Dragons, but I do have a favor to ask,” Steve said shortly. 

“Ask away, big boy.” 

“Are you gonna be around, we uh,” Steve’s voice hushed a little, “We gotta get Robin the hell outta dodge.” 

“Oh shit,” he said, grabbing the phone with his hand and switching ears, “Is everything good?” “As good as it can be, but I think her folks are starting to catch on man,” Steve said, “I was gonna drive with her over to you. We were gonna see if we could find her a place. You gonna be free at all, soon?” 

“I mean yeah, but – my roommate–” 

“The old Polish lady? Yeah, Dustin told me about that, that’s weird man–” 

“Sh-shut up, Harrington. Dosia’s going to visit her son in Jersey for a week really soon, you can come around then. Do you have that much time?” 

There was a brief silence, “Uh yeah, yeah. Just keep me posted so we can ask for some time off work.” 

“Make him go to class, dude,” Eddie pleaded, “I gotta go.” He hung up and took a deep breath. He missed his friends, even if they were stupid kids.

He checked his watch and cursed a little, heart thumping in his chest. He had to go before he’d miss her leaving the hospital. He shrugged on his leather jacket, expertly sliding his vest over it, and double checked his pockets for his wallet and keys. Both were secure on the chain dangling down his thigh. 

“Good luck, przystojny!” Dosia called out while the door shut behind him, "Go fetch me another daughter-in-law!"

— Right on time. 

From the base of the steps, he saw her struggle to push open the door, he tried not to laugh at her. 

“Hey!” he called out, waving her over to him. She stopped in her tracks, peering down at him from the door. 

“Munson?!” she called back. 

“Yeah! It’s me! I came to say sorry!” Oh my God, Munson, why did you just yell that?  She pattered down the steps, making quick work of getting over to him. 

“Hi,” she said, hoisting her back pack high on her shoulder. 

“Oh,” he said, looking her over, “You look different.” Her hair was up in a claw clip, just her permed bangs and some fallen hair framing her cheeks fell out of it. Eyeshadow replaced by a swipe of mascara, the bite of the cold as her blush. The only thing that he recognized was the scent of chapstick on her lips. He could see a smattering of freckles across her face. She looked younger, but more lived in. 

“I mean I don’t wear makeup to the hospital, it’s not that kind of gig,” she confessed, looking down at her winter boots. She rubbed her knees together nervously, the light wash denim swishing together.

“I don’t mean that you look bad!” Eddie backtracked, “You just look different. You still look, you know, you still look like you. You still look pretty.” He felt his stomach turn, hoping desperately that the next thing out of his mouth sounded cool. 

“Thanks,” Rhonda said, not meeting his eyes, focused on a loose string on her jacket. 

“Um, uh, have you eaten? Can I get you some lunch or coffee or something?” he asked, “There’s a diner like, a block away.” 

“Kind of late for lunch, don’t you think?” she asked, finally looking up at him. She put her hands in her pockets, rocking on her heels.

He shrugged, “Late lunch, then?” 

“I guess,” she smiled at him. Eddie's heart jumped to his throat as he walked with her away from Roosevelt.

‘Every SINGLE time she comes in from that clinic she spends the first hour of her shift going “I’m hungry, I’m hungry.” And I tell her every time, eat some fuckin’ LUNCH, Rhonda. You never even eat breakfast, no wonder she’s always in a bad mood. She lives off spite and Marlboros, I swear t'God.’ A rant of Tony’s from a week ago played back in Eddie’s mind. Tony owed him, now she’d be fed and feel better about their fight. It’ll be the best shift of his life. 

They slid into a booth, Eddie nervously drumming his fingers on the table and smiling up at the waitress who poured them each a cup of coffee, “Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it,” she drawled. He watched Rhonda reach for the little creamers and three packs of sugar. She slapped the packs on her hand, ripping off the top of two, pouring them into the cup, and then only adding a quarter of the other in. 

“Two and a quarter?” he asked. 

She smiled while pouring one of the mini creamers in, “I’m sure it doesn’t make a difference but I’ve always done it like that. My dad was the same. Medium, hot, cream, two-ish sugars, whatever ‘ish’ means. He’d have me go in the morning and get it for him–” 

“Y’know, until I started stealing the change,” she tapped the spoon off the edge of the mug after stirring and put it on the napkin next to her. Rhonda held her coffee with both hands, resting her elbows on the table and looking at Eddie through the steam. 

“Tony told you to come here, didn’t he?” she asked. He choked on his own coffee. 

“Uh, no, no,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Don’t lie, Munson, how else would you know when I got off?” she asked. 

“So he might’ve told me to come meet you, is that a crime?” he asked. 

“Not in the same way that Motörhead shirt is,” she said, smirking into a sip from her mug.

“You know,” he said, leaning on his forearm and elbow, gesturing to her, “In fifth grade, my teacher used to tell me that if girls were mean to me it meant they had a crush on me.” 

“Oh honey,” she cooed, putting her hand down on the table, “He was lying. They were mean to you because you’re weird.” 

Honey. Honey. Honey. He wanted to reach down and grab her hand, feel how warm it was, see what it would be like to lace her fingers with his — ‘Betty ‘Apple Pie’ Cunningham’. His nostrils flared.

“So, I came here to apologize to you for leaving you at Skid,” Eddie started, a small jolt of anger flashing in his chest, “But I feel like you need to apologize to me first. You said some really awful shit.” 

She was quiet for a minute and put her coffee down on the table, skating her hand back to rest on her forearms.

“I did,” she said, “And I felt really bad about it after, but I also was mad that you left me at the bar, that wasn’t cool. I thought you’d at least come by and fix the gate Saturday so we could talk about it.” 

“I’m sorry I left you at Skid,” he said sincerely, “I’m really sorry. I was just feeling like — I wouldn’t have left if you hadn’t made up that name.” 

“What name?” she asked, cocking her head.

“Oh!” she remembered, surprised at that being the reason, “The Betty Cunningham thing?” 

He sighed, quickly trying to come up with a watered down version of the truth, “So, like you so poignantly pointed out, I did have a crush on the head cheerleader in high school. I liked her for like…ever, since I was in middle school.” 

“And one day during my uh, my third , senior year, she asked if she could buy some weed off me which like, wow, y’know. Hawkins’s little princess asking me, Eddie The Freak Munson who she hasn’t spoken to since like, 8th grade, for drugs was pretty wild. So we met up in the woods and like, she was just so nice? We had such a good time talking to each other and I gave her a ride to my place to sell her some shit. And I thought for a little you know, ‘Hey, maybe this could be something,’”  his voice fell to something a sullen, “‘Cause I was feeling some kind of connection…I don’t know, maybe I made it up. But it didn’t really matter cause um…”

Eddie bit his lip, his chest still getting tight at the memory. He laced his fingers at the center of the table. 

“She passed away,” he said looking down at the table. He heard Rhonda let out a soft gasp, “Her name was Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham. So, yeah…now you know.”

“Ed I’m — I’m so sorry,” she said, placing her hand over his fingers, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” 

“I know you didn’t, and it’s okay, I just wanted you to know why I left. It doesn’t excuse anything or whatever, it just really hurt my feelings,” he confessed, his cheeks burning at the feeling of her hand on his. Her dark red manicured nails were shining in the harsh light of the diner, her thumb slid back and forth on the back of his hand. Eddie's heart thrummed in his chest again.

“What can I get you folks?” The waitress asked while walking up to the table, order pad in hand.

“Can I just get the house burger and fries, please? Medium rare.” Ed asked, “And a coke.” 

“And you, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Uh, I think I’m good—“

“Order some fuckin’ lunch, Rhonda,” Eddie muttered, his cadence sounding a lot like—

“Oh, I didn’t know Tony was here,” she murmured sarcastically, turning her attention to the waitress, “I’ll have the same.” 

“How do you think I know you never eat lunch after a stint at the hospital, and then complain for your whole entire shift about how hungry you are?” Ed asked while the waitress walked away scribbling down their orders. 

She held her mouth open in fake shock, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, “Stop, he didn’t say that.” 

“All he does at Gleason’s is complain about you, can’t imagine why. You’re not stubborn, or mean, or impatient, or scathing at all,” he said, unlacing his fingers to lace her hand into his own, “Don’t know where he gets those ideas.” 

She blushed, “Shut up, Munson.” She gently pulled her hand away, her fingertips lingered on his for a moment before grabbing her coffee again. His hands felt clumsy and empty when he wasn't holding hers anymore.

“Oh, I talked to Spike,” she said, quickly swallowing a sip, “About your weird game. Dragons and Draping, or whatever.” 

“Dungeons and Dragons, Ron,” he said, “It’s Dungeons. And. Dragons. D, and, D.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, one of their guys just got put in Rikers so, they are looking for someone to do the um..the…story! To tell the story? I don’t know what the fuck it is,” she said.

“He needs a new DM for their campaign?” he asked.

“YES! That,” she pointed at him, “That, whatever that means. He’ll be at Skid tonight cause Deb’s working and he has a big fat crush on her, you should come by.” 

“I was gonna offer to take you to work anyway, I took my car up here,” he said, drumming his fingers again, “If you want.” 

“Oh, I’m not supposed to get in the car with strangers, sorry,” she said, “Better luck next time.” 

“If I leave you up here to take the train when Tone knows I could’ve driven you, he’s gonna kick my ass.” 

“Yeah, that’s—that’s funny to me. That’s the point.” 

“Ron, I’m not asking. I’m telling you I’m driving you to Skid,” he said, “I’ll forgive you quicker if you let me ride you—um—I mean, drive you–Jesus. Christ.” He hid his face in his hands, his face red with embarrassment. 

“I mean you got something right, Munson. A lot of people have forgiven me quicker after I let them ride me,” she laughed. 

“Oh god,” he said, rubbing his eyes, laughing too, “Pretend you didn’t hear that.” 

They had to eat quickly, her shift at Skid was at 5 and she had to put her face on in the diner. With traffic, Eddie didn’t know how long it would be to get back downtown. When the check came, they stared at each other, daring the other to try and reach for it. 

“I’m paying, Munson, it’s my apology lunch,” she argued while pulling her wallet out of her backpack. 

“Rhonda Jean Riccio, if you don’t put that wallet away–” he warned, tossing a twenty on the table from a wad of bills in his hand. He slid the roll of twenties back in his pocket as discreetly as possible. 

“My full name?” she ‘tsk’d, “Are you and Tony giggling about me at sleepovers or somethin’?”

“Oh no, just complaining about you,” he said, sliding out of the booth. He straightened out his jacket while Rhonda put her coat back on. Red lipped and pretty, like the day he first met her. They walked outside in the cold air, the wind sending their hair spiraling. Eddie hunched into his leather jacket. 

“Wait inside, I have to go grab the van from a little down the street. I’ll swing around and get you,” he said, jamming his hands in his pockets. 

“You need a winter coat, Ed,” she said, adjusting her scarf. 

“M’alright,” he said, “Just wait inside while I get the car.” 

“You’re gonna freeze to death,” she laughed, stepping closer to him, “On second thought, don’t get a winter coat. You should freeze to death.” 

He nudged her with his shoulder and she nudged him back. Back and forth until they were both giggling.

"I have to get the car, Ron, c'mon," Eddie pleaded.

“Thanks for um, getting me lunch,” she said a little breathily. The tips of their feet were touching. He looked down at her, her eyes glinted in the light of the setting sun. Her lips were pouty and parted – he went numb. Eddie's bangs brushed her forehead while their eyes locked, noses brushing. Rhonda blushed while she looked up at him, his eyes serious but caring. Eddie swallowed hard, his heart hammered in his chest. He ran his tongue over his lips to wet them, cursing himself for not putting on chapstick. For eating something with onions on it. Rhonda could feel his breath on her cheek while he leaned in, sme–

“Oh! Shit, I forgot my lipstick in the booth. Let me go get it and I’ll meet you in the car,” she squeaked, “I’ll be right out.” He watched her spin and hop back into the diner, scurrying over to the booth. Eddie took a deep breath, watching the exhale smoke around him. 

“Get it together, Munson,” he muttered to himself, “It’s not a fuckin’ date.” 

He hustled to the van, feeling lucky he got it detailed just last week so she wouldn’t be sitting on cigarette ash and the back wouldn’t be filled with empty beer cans. He turned the ignition and cranked the heat so she wouldn’t be too shivery when she got in – uh – wait, no, it was so the van would be warm for him, it’s not about Rhonda. It wasn't a date.

He drove around the block to pull back up to the diner, seeing her in the doorway. Eddie beeped twice, tapping two cigarettes out and putting one in his mouth, lighting it with his zippo that made it out of the Upside Down with him. Rhonda hopped in, bouncing a bit on the seat. 

“Here,” he offered, passing her the cigarette between his fingers. 

“Oh thanks, um,” she put it in her mouth, “I don’t have a light on me, I left it at Skid.” 

He beckoned her forward, “I got it.” 

She leaned in while he put the tip of his cigarette to hers, blowing while she inhaled enough to light her own. She took a long drag, rolled the window down a crack, and let the smoke drift out of her mouth. 

“Whew!” she said, “Something about that lunch really made me crave a cigarette. Probably those fries, they were like, better than sex, right?” 

He changed gears, pulling out from in front of the diner and turning onto the road. He smirked, the cigarette still dangling out of his mouth as he did. Confidence swelled in his chest while putting one arm out behind her headrest and letting the other one lazily man the wheel. Metallica blared through the speakers, covering up the thrumming of his heart against his ribcage. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, “Better than sex, Ron.” 

‘I promise you, Dose, it’s not a date.‘  

[sun-lit-roses]

Cold Lazarus

I’ve been warned this one will put me through the wringer (thanks @tabbyofwisdom!), so I’ve gathered my emotional support kitties on the couch. I’m ready to go - Season 1, Episode 7:

New planet!

It's very... yellow.

Are the bright blue bits supposed to be tents?

Nope, crystals! Very pretty. And I possibly need to update my eye prescription.

They're going to be evil crystals, aren't they.

Uh oh Jack found All The Crystals.

Is it watching him?

Whoa! Heck of a defense mechanism.

Is he having an out of body experience?

No wait, that's another him! A copy? A clone? A shapeshifter? So many disturbing possibilities.

Wait how's Real!Jack going to get back?!

I guess he could just dial too, surely the whole team knows the codes. That'll cause some confusion.

Fake!Jack isn't doing great at not acting like it's his first time on the base. Unless he always comes back, stops on the ramp, and stares at everything in confusion.

So does Jack always just wander around the room during a briefing and not contribute? Cause everyone seems pretty okay with it.

How'd he know Jack's locker combo? How much info does he have?

Hm, not so much that he isn't snooping through this pencil box.

Is he having flashbacks? I guess not exactly, since he isn’t really Jack. Flashes of Jack’s memories?

Men and women share a locker room, they just have different shifts for it? That seems less efficient than just having two locker rooms.

Sam has moved from subtly trying to get him to leave straight through to giving up over the course of about two minutes 😂

Oof. Even forewarned, that’s a heavy bombshell to hear. Poor Jack, loses his son and then his wife.

Rifling through family photos, blowing off Teal’c, he’s not doing great at this ‘keeping a cover’ thing.

Not an EM field! That’s never good in scifi.

OH

I can’t keep hopping back between wacky alien mystery and shattering personal facts. I’m getting whiplash.

Losing his son is terrible enough - Jack knowing it was his own gun? That must have been devastating.

I’m willing to bet the crystal was cut with a weapon, deliberately, because these things are dangerous!

How did Fake!Jack find this house with just a photo?

I can only watch this by peering through my fingers. We’re just not going to talk about the traumatic parts of this episode, ‘k?

Oh no, Teal’c, don’t learn about the Earth from cable news! That is a good way to assume the world’s about to implode.

Him plugging one ear to escape the rock music was funny though 😂

These two seem like they’re Up To Something. But they’re cute when they’re Sciencing!

Oh no, back to Jack.

😭

‘You received permission?’ ‘Oh yeah.’ Those little shits 🤣 I knew they were up to something! When Real!Jack gets back he’s going to have to lay down some Sciencing Rules.

I guess they’re called ‘staff weapons’ not ‘fire sticks.’

I’m probably still going to call them fire sticks, to be honest.

Even the Gou’ald don’t like them! Although that makes me wonder if I’m being too harsh on the crystals. I mean, they did make Fake!Jack, but maybe there’s a good reason??

Or the Gou’ald could be right about some things, if I have to accept that, I SUPPOSE.

Oh no, Fake!Jack is talking to the Real Wife.

AH

Daniel has the correct and right response to a crystal suddenly growing a face.

Sam and Teal’c at the embodiment of ‘....y’okay, dude?’ at this moment.

Hm, it’s asking for help. Albeit very creepily. Maybe the Gou’ald are evil and were trying to wipe out an entire alien civilization of shiny blue crystals! That would track. And I wouldn’t have to believe that the Gou’ald are right about anything!

REAL!JACK !!! He survived! And he’s coming back! Which is probably going to create a lot of confusion.

Yeah, that’s a whole lot of confusion going on.

Wait, does he not remember??

If so, I can’t imagine his thought process waking up on an alien planet to find out his entire team apparently just left him behind unconscious and went back to Earth.

Hey, it’s our old pal the jail cell set!

Meanwhile, back on Planet Angst.

Oh shoot! Strobe!Jack probably wasn’t supposed to happen.

I’m not sure a normal hospital is really going to be equipped to deal with this.

Yep, it was the Gou’ald! Aw, the crystal people were just trying to welcome visitors and they were murdered because of it.

SG-1 to the rescue! Glad they found out about the Fake!Jack in the hospital thing before they started running all over town.

Love that the plan to hide Teal’c is a baseball cap 😂 He and Spock should share tips.

Oh no, Strobe!Jack again!

That poor woman has to be so confused with multiple Jacks running around.

Ouch. Radioactive aliens are a real pain in the neck.

It was trying to heal his heart 😭

OKay, we’re going to save the incredibly sweet alien, right guys?? RIght?!

...I’m not sure seeing her dead son is going to be of help to Sara.

Don’t mind me. Just over here sobbing.

I liked Sara a whole lot, just for the record. Though I suspect she probably won’t be a regular on the show.

Yay, the alien is going to be okay!

Rating: 🔘🔘🔘🔘

4/5 Gates This was a tough one to get through - I definitely watched it over the space of a couple of days, but it was good! Solid story beats, Jack’s background is fleshed out, the rest of the team has some good comedic bits. The whiplash between the drama and the Sciencing was a bit rough in the middle, but I’m not ruling out that this was intentional to highlight the emotional weight of Jack’s history or maybe break up the heaviness a little. Here’s hoping the next episode is more of a fun romp! Can we just shoot the fire stick a little more, guys?

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Prompt: remus and lily as siblings or half siblings or biological family in any capacity pls 🥺

Oh God!!! Baby!!!🥺🥺😭 This is such a favorite AU of mine!! I’m literally— sorta— writing a To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before AU right now and they are the bestest siblings in that!!!  They share a little sister and they are just so cute!! And Petunia is conveniently off in university oaiwefjoiaswejfiogreghoij And I just love Remus and Lily both so much it hurts!!! And so I wanna spit out a bullet point Ficlet at you! And I’m not even sorry just because I love you so endlessly for tossing this into my inbox foiwaeifmkaeoirfgjieoarujoidkioweajgh 

So like in my head, becs that Voldy bitch doesn’t know how to actually world build, the Muggle born children who get their Hogwarts letters, are also invited to join this like support group for ordinary folks with magical children. It’s like a thing that’s held in the Ministry of magic over in London once a month, and the parents are taught about the Wizarding world while their children kind of go to this separate room to intermingle and read Hogwarts; A History with one another, and just vibe, because pure bloods and those close to that have always sorta known one another and such, so this is a nice way for the Muggle borns not to feel so excluded.

So the thing is, obviously Lyall was a wizard, but also we all know I don’t fuck with him lmfao. So I picture that after he leaves for the final time when Remus is around nine, and finalizes the  divorce with Hope, she— being the bad bitch that she is, just marches to the ministry with her half-blood, werewolf son, and demands to learn everything about the world he’s part of, because she refuses to let him be deprived of anything. 

Eventually she becomes one of the tutors for the adult section because she’s such a quick study— being a professor herself back in Cardiff and just being an all around bombshell tbh. So one day, in February of 1970, there’s this ginger haired, northerner who stumbles in with his daughter who looks so much like him that it’s crazy— dimples and smile and upturned nose. Though she has her mother’s eyes, who had past away when she was only seven from a freak car accident.

And when he first shake’s Hope’s hand, he’s like kind of mind boggled over how beautiful she is, and thinks that maybe all wizards just put on some sort of charm to look unearthly, till he finds out that she’s as Muggle as he is towards the end of his visit. And he is just entirely love struck tbh.

And for the next couple months or so, he kind of just yearns from afar, and then spends the ride home to Cokeworth listening to Lily’s excited chortling about her friend Remus who’s apparently a half blood and who likes the same treats as her and knows how to draw things so amazingly, and it isn’t until like May, when he ambles to the other room and realizes that Remus is actually Hope’s fucking son, and he already knows that she said she began this group after separating from her husband who was a wizard himself. So Lily’s father— Nate— quite literally just shoots his shot and asks if Lily would like to get ice cream with her new friend since Petunia won’t be coming back from there Grams’s house till late, and Hope sorta smirks from over the kids’ heads because she sees exactly what he’s doing and is impressed that he’s finally done something for fuck’s sake.

And like obviously they fall hard for one another, and they probs get married like Lily’s second year at Hogwarts.

Wait, just Lily’s you ask??

Yes my beautiful duckling,  because plot twist!! (We lovee plot twists!!!)

In this AU i picture that McGonagall kind of visits during the summer months leading up to the children’s first year at Hogwarts, just to give them some supplementary readings and answer the questions for their future schooling, and when Dumbledore tells her about Remus’s full situation with his lycanthropy and all, she does some research, and figures out how Beauxbatons is much, MUCH more accommodating to “dark” creatures, and she’s already pretty chummy with Hope and knows that she’s actually a French citizen herself, the daughter of Algerian immigrants. So Remus technically has the possibility to attend Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, and so Hope and Remus talk on it long and hard, and she knows he’s already become fast friends with Lily and their thick as thieves with one another, but it’s also just so much safer for him.

So the week before Lily is set to go off to King’s Cross, they fly over to France and they get Remus settled in his dorm abroad.

I think while they’re away, Lily and Remus actually somehow become closer, because their parents are still dutifully dating and neither of them are all that familiar with their surroundings, so they send one another so many fucking letters through that first term, that the owls of their schools always give them the dirtiest looks lmfao. And they really catch on like a house on fire, like it’s one of those relationships that is just innate? Like you know when you have a best friend you guys kind of just slip into one another lives? Like even when you don’t talk for a while or whatever, it’s just natural<3 <3 

So neither of them ever spend the hols of winter or spring in Hogwarts/Beauxbatons, becs that’s when they really get to vibe.

They tell one another the different cool charms they’ve learned, and hate that they can’t show them with their actual wands yet. And they watch all their favorite films and almost adopt this secret language that’s only the quirk of their brows and twitch of the lips, and Petunia hates how freakily attuned they are with one another and sneers at them for being such freaks in all aspects. Also in this AU Lily fucks off from Snape wayyyy sooner, because instead of having to deal with that nasty, bigoted, slime ball she has the cutest and funniest and most amazing bestie in Remus!

And before Hope and Nate exchange vows in the winter of their second year, the little family of five go to this tiny park that’s all lush grassland and a shiny jungle gym and a pair of swings tucked away by trees, and they sit at this picnic table, and Hope— with her steady, ever buoyant voice, explains to them why she and Remus decided to send him to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts, and Petunia is like gawking in fright, and Nate looks sort of distressed, but Lily just cocks her head and shrugs her shoulders, because it’s still Remus— her closest companion Rem— and nothing could change that. So she takes his hand from where it’s fiddling with a splintered piece of wood on the tabletop and she squeezes it tightly, watches him glance up at her with the late summer wind billowing in his tawny curls and the fear in his honey eyes, and she simply tells him that it doesn’t matter. And Lily will never forget the way his features spasm at that, going suddenly loose and bright and thankful, and then Nate probably tousles his hair and kisses Hope’s temple and shyly asks how they should accommodate once they move in with one another.

And that park becomes sorta special tbh.

It’s in that alcove with the swings and trees where Lily and Remus go when things are becoming too much, or they would just like to escape the world by one another’s side.

It’s where they tried their first cigarettes that Remus had gotten from an older bloke in Beauxbaton’s when they were thirteen and feeling adventurous. And where they go to listen to the releases of their favorite albums, and when Remus told Lily that he’s gay for the first time before leaving to both their fourth years and it’s like one of those spots they both think of and feel golden.

Oh God! Imagine how cute of a celebration that Nate and Hope hold for them both becoming prefects!!! Hope and Nate definitely insist on some sort of summer todo! And they invite their friends and all that jazz and OMFG what if Lily’s wearing some sorta powder blue sundress that matches Remus’s oxford shirt and they both are grimacing in all the photos and are just not thriving foieajfoierjgiearfoijsdkgxh But like they would be doted on rotten that whole day! This is so cute! OMFG! And this probs means James became Prefect as well and so Remus gets to tease her when he sends her some sort of congratulations letter and she’s totally blushing and trying to hide her grin, and Lily retaliates by kicking his ankle tbh bahaha 

Okay also now I’m thinking of like Lily’s like fifth year, and her Muggle studies class is doing some sort of seminar to see if these idiots can actually survive in a totally Muggle area without a lick of magic, so like it’s spring hols, and guess who she’s partnered up with??? 

Cookies for you because we all know she had to work with James and Sirius lmfao!!! 

And she’s totally still trying to hide her crush on James— who’s nearly always leering and winking her way— and she might actually punch Sirius’s face simply because he’s such a smug bastard, and being from a working class family like herself, she’s like always ready to fight preppy rich boys tbh

So James and Sirius decide to plan out the simulation in her house that’s right outside Cardiff and Remus is cackling the entire morning before they’re set to arrive because she’s so pissy about it lmfao

Okay so like obviously the boys end up taking the port key and land in front of her place and it’s Remus who answers the door, still painted with humor because Lily was just screaming about “if Potter brings that insufferable snitch here I’ll bloody shove it up his arse” and James is immediately on the defense because Lily’s only ever talked about her sister and brother who live with her at home, and this dude is golden where she’s pale and has curls over her straight hair and just, obviously they’re not related by blood at all. And for his part, Sirius is like *Oh! Oh! Oh! Pretty!!! Pretty boy!! Muggle boy? Pretty Muggle boy!* 

But Remus obviously knows who they are straight away, so he like waves them inside before rounding to the stairs and calling for her to stop clogging the toilet or something else mortifyingly embarrassing, and Lily promises to put like pickles in the next set of face masks that they do because she knows how fucking allergic he is to them, and she wants her chuckles damn it!!  

“Potter— Black,” is how she greets them with a derisive sort of glower that Remus can completely see through, so he has to excuse himself while laughing over to the kitchen. “You’ve met my delightful brother I see.”

And James’s entire posture relaxes and he’s back to grinning like a dope, and the only weird part is that Sirius has got on the very same face, *Pretty Muggle boy is Evan’s brother* So like they are both scary levels of elated, rip.

But sucks to be Sirius because Remus leaves after that to meet up with a friend from town who’s also the best dealer tbh, and  so he has to deal with James’s awful levels of flirting with Lily while they scrounge up their itinerary to send their professor for the seminar type thing, and he doesn’t even have a pretty distraction XS

But Lily does force Remus to come along with her on the trip to London because “On God, if I spend a day alone with those bellends by myself I will punch a wall” 

And it is literally the worst, but best double date/first date that’s full of Sirius and James fucking up with everything— including asking some poor Tesco employee where are their fudgeflies and giving a homeless man a hand full of galleons and James’s snitch somehow ending up in the meaty hands of some kid at the tube. But also tbh it’s hella cute when Lily lets James give her his jacket when they’re walking along the Thames and it’s getting chilly, and when Remus lets Sirius share his stick of cotton candy and they both sorta stare at the sugar on each of their lips.

But then they go to some tiny museum, and while they’re looking at a impressionist piece, Sirius is totally trying to show off to Remus and is explaining how he could turn the bench their sitting on into a really nice bouquet of Lupins, and in the middle of his stupid showboating, Remus lightly corrects him on some facet of Gamp’s law, and Sirius freezes— shocked still— and he’ sort of gaping like an idiot, before Lily stops his blustering with a scoff “He’s a damn wizard also you arse.”

And Sirius is floundering for the rest of the evening, and he has so many questions, but they all die on his lips every time he glances over at Remus and he’s just smirking at him with this electric glint in his golden eyes

So obviously when they’re back at Hogwarts he pesters Lily every second of every day about Remus, and why he’s not at Hogwarts. “None of your fucking business.” And asking where Remus goes instead. “Beauxbatons, thankfully far away from you.” and he asks her about a thousand other questions that Lily either scoffs at or simply cuffs him around the head for daring to even try getting his address.

And she pokes fun about the situation to Remus and tells him how much more of an idiot he’s acting like, and how hilarious it all is. And she’s shocked when he responds to her letter merely by saying, “Hah- he’s cute.”

And so obviously she shoots back a reply that’s a letter of all his worst traits, mainly that he’s an arrogant toerag, and that he’s a posh idiot who could probably live off his inheritance for three lifetimes without blinking, and about how he doesn’t date anyone for longer than a couple months, and how he’s practically brothers with James bloody Potter, and yet again, Remus just tells her, Hah- he’s cute, before mildly moving to talking about his latest charms paper and how he’s been asked to be their DADA’s professors TA next year, and how Andrew keeps trying to try again with him but Remus would rather poke his eyes out with a spork.

So Lily is totally fuming when she recognizes that she’s lost and begrudgingly gives Sirius Remus’s info, after telling him lowly and with her most menacing glower, “IF you fuck around with my brother I will murder you without a flinch.” And she’s quite literally five feet nothing to Sirius’s broad, six-foot frame, but he knows that she could do it with a snap of the finger, and he promises that it’s not just a gag on his end. And Lily actually believes him.

So Remus and Sirius begin writing to one another a sickening amount, like so steadfastly that it gives Lily a complex whenever she finds Sirius waiting at the Owlry every Wednesday morning for the bird that arrives with two letters tied to it’s leg, one for each of them.

And God, one time, right before they let out for summer hols, Lily accidentally takes the one marked for Sirius— and holy christ!!!, She did not need to know just what exactly her brother has been getting up to in the sex department of things— like she legit contemplated using a memory charm on herself JFC

And Sirius probably ends up on their doorstep again in late July, with James at toe, and somehow their is a small harmony painted between the four of them, and it’s by Christmas of sixth year when James and Sirius begin talking about how amazing it’ll be when they’re actually in-law brothers, and Lily blames Remus for everything when she’s pretending to be cross over it, but then James puts his arm around her shoulders, and she sees how gentle Sirius is when he twines his fingers into Remus’s own, and it feels good, feels right. 

It feels like something that can be forever.

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