#no pressure van 😂

[morganbritton132]

Ahh I love your emtts I catch up on every day like it's my evening newspaper 😂 Speaking of I just saw the response where you mentioned Robin and Steve saying hi to their FBI agents and that's hilarious

Like the idea that Robin and Steve are so used to being bugged that they say hi to the FBI, Steve is vehemently against Alexa, doesnt have much of a social media presence (aside from Facebook) and is still futile trying to stop Eddie from breaking his NDA because Eddie may only have one Steve signed FOUR is so funny in the context of this au where Eddie just tells tiktok Steve has mommy issues 😂 The contrast is just so funny to me

But anyway. I absolutely love your au and all the details you've put into it and I hope you don't feel too much pressure when you get responses like this. Hope you have a good day

No pressure felt at all! I absolutely love being sent stuff like this. I think it’s so cool that people pick up on little world building things and expand on them because those are my favorite things to write. I’ve always found something really fascinating about grounding a character into a realism that’s just kinda mundane. I think it’s neat and I think it’s cool that other people see it and seem to like it.

It's like the saga has it’s own fandom and I love it.

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin started signing off their phone calls with “Bye Steve/Bye Robin/Bye FBI agent bugging my phone” because sometimes there was this weird staticky sound on the line when they talked.

And sure, maybe it was because the mall fire caused significant damage to the power grin and everything was flickering and staticky that summer. Maybe it was Steve’s second concussion of the year still ringing around his head. It’s funnier to imagine that it’s an FBI agent sitting in some hot sweaty van listening to them talk about girls and minimum wage jobs.

“Holy shit,” Steve said one night, cutting Robin off in their ever-depressing job search. “We’ve talked about girls.”

“Uh, yeah? Did you forget?”

“That means that you came out to me and the FBI, Buckley.”

Steve actually told Robin that the FBI monitors them for a bit after every Upside Down event. They patch you up and give you an NDA, and then they watch you for a while to see if you’re a traitor to your country. That’s just common sense.

Dustin overheard him and said that this was real life and not a bad spy movie. Steve was just being paranoid.

Steve’s just like, “Oh yeah, if I’m so paranoid then why was there a weird van in the school parking lot when I l picked you up from your nerd club? That’s classic FBI.”

“You mean Eddie Munson’s van???”

Eddie signed the NDA but he’s never taken it seriously.

The first thing he did after he left the hospital was write a song about Vecna. He still preforms that song to this day. The artwork for their first album cover was a drawing of a demo-bat. That album sold over two million records.

Eddie’s never had a secret that he hasn’t told. Sometimes Eddie starts talking and he doesn’t know what’s going to come out and other times, he outs his husband’s mommy issues to his audience of six million.

Eddie will start a live stream like, “Ask me anything, I’m an open book.”

Steve’s just like, “Babe.”

“Sorry, Steve said I’m not allowed to be an open book.”

 

(Side note: It is very important to me that the only social media that Steve has is Facebook because (1) it’s a mom’s social media and (2) it’s unsecure as fuck. Not only is Facebook spying on you but it’s selling information. I just think it’s so funny that Steve won’t get an Alexa but he’ll give all his pictures and location to Mark Zuckerberg.)

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I genuinely doubt Van’s on Raya. There’s so many basic mediocre shallow people here on there that would probably drive Van off the app. It’s almost as bad as tinder and like $30 to talk to anyone. He’s probably getting around through friends of friends or nobody’s into him therefore focusing on OF girls. His rumored girlfriend isn’t anyone significant. She deleted a few posts about seeing someone. Maybe they’re not together anymore? Credible ppl make it sound like he’s single and focusing on music but nobody knows! I know someone on Raya and hasn’t seen Van at all. She’s also had better chances going to shows and running into celebrities there than being on any dating app. She met Tony Hawk’s son at some show and they were together for a while.

Can’t say who but word got around from someone that definitely dated Van that his dates are really chilled out & meaningful. He’s apparently a competitive mini golfer, very defensive over Billie Holiday and loves listening to and connecting over music with wine for hours during dates. This is my absolute favorite rumor about him. Someone said putting pressure on him for grandiose dates causes him to lose interest. He’s argumentative but doesn’t like arguing with his girl out of respect? Can’t source where that was said but it sounds true.

I’m probably gonna be torn to shreds for this. “He hates mini golf and only defensive over The National!” cited from some article from 2015. Does anyone else think Van gives chill high school school English teacher vibes that lets you eat in class. There’s a playlist Van really likes called I drink my morning coffee to this by allisonxxa

Don’t know where to start with this ask ha ha! Yeah I can’t see him on dating apps either and can fully imagine him wanting to meet someone through mutual acquaintances.

And please don’t ask for any personal details of any rumoured gfs anyone after this! I’m posting this as it’s pretty vague but we should respect people’s privacy.

I’m laughing trying to imagine Van playing mini golf 😂

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 4!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 4 "Under Pressure"

Timestamp: 1:09:31

Video Length: 3min. & 57sec.

Adaine and Aelwyn's Phone Call (‣Pt.1 | Pt.2)

Aelwyn made some of her students cry! 😭 (I'm not surprised 💀)

Adaine makes fun of Aelwyn for being sent to the principal's office 😂💀 and Aelwyn makes fun of Adaine back. 💀

Dr. Bucklebeak should be fired fr!!! 😭✋

The stuff Adaine has to get:

10 barrels of diamonds

A gold bow crafted by an archfey

Eggs, just a lot of different types of eggs

Troglodyte nuggets

The spleen of a two-headed goat (dried is fine - but not really)

A rose plucked from a desert spring

Phoenix feathers

Ally: "Can I borrow some of your girlfriend's hair?"

Brennan: "I need it for school."

Ayda is Fig's girlfriend! Not a spell component! 😂🤣💀😭✋

Aelwyn apologizes to Adaine for moving out 🥺

Aelwyn doesn't want to get better THAT fast! 💀💀💀

Adaine and Aelwyn's mom is somewhere in Sylvaire being chased down by a van with hands for wheels! 💀💀 But she's still alive somehow somewhere apparently! 💀💀✋✋😭😭 Ugh! It sucks so bad fr! 😭✋ Adaine and Aelwyn deserve the world! 😭✋ And if they don't get it! I'm SUING! 😭✋

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Tag Game! ✨

Get to know me!! 😁

Thank you for the tags @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop @grumpy-liebgott @lovememadly92 @executethyself35 !! ❤️

NAME:

Emily!!

PRONOUNS:

she/her

STAR SIGN:

Aries I think???

# OF SIBLINGS AND FUN FACTS ABOUT THEM (IF YOU HAVE ANY):

1 older brother - LOVES to paint war miniatures!

1 older sister - got me into Band of Brothers 😂

# OF PETS & THEIR NAMES:

3 Cats! Evani and Arya are our family cats and then Niki is my lil fur baby 🥰

FANDOMS:

Band of Brothers, Formula One, Queen, Markiplier/Unus Annus, probably others I can't think of lmao

FAVOURITE COLOUR:

Yellow is my first favorite but I also love orange and coral/pink!

FAVOURITE SONG:

oh boy ummmm at the moment I think it's Tainted Love

FAVOURITE AUTHOR (OF ANYTHING READABLE - BOOKS, FANFICS, ZINES, WEBTOONS, WHATEVER!):

fanfics:

@footprintsinthesxnd @malarkgirlypop @softguarnere @ithinkabouttzu @bloodstainedsaint and so many others! These are just the ones off the top of my head lol

books:

to be honest I don't like to read that much 🫠

For now I'll have to go with Ambrose's Band of Brothers since that's what I'm currently reading!!

FAVOURITE FIC TYPE:

Idk if this counts but I LOVE one-shots headcannons, it's hard for me to stay focused enough to read a full-length fic (ironic since I have about 39 pages of a fic currently written 😂) so a nice 1k one shot or bits of headcannons is absolutely perfect for my attention span! in terms of genre i LOVE domestic/fluffy/slice of life vibes!!!

FAVOURITE HOLIDAY:

Definitely Christmas but Halloween is a close second!!

DO YOU HAVE A PARTNER (ROMANTIC, QPR, ANYTHING!)?:

Does being married to six characters from BoB count? 🫠

HOBBIES:

Drawing/painting, video games, aerial arts/aerial lyra, watching YouTube, idk if this counts but teaching Faith Formation/Children's Church at my church!

FUN FACTS ABOUT ME:

I have a HUGE sweetooth!

I have a small obsession with sharks!

Vincent Van Gogh and I share a birthday!

No pressure tags! @neptunes-blue @ewipandora @yeahcurrahhe-e @luckynumber4 @barbeygirl @ronsparky @ronald-speirs and anyone else who wants to do this!! 💖

[odakota-rose]

a music thing xD rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. thank you @baronessblixen for tagging me!! hey look! it only took me an entire day to remember to do it lmao 😂

Beyond - Leon Bridges

(What A) Wonderful World - Sam Cooke

Always, Joni - Trousdale

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Silk Chiffon - MUNA, Phoebe Bridgers

What's Going On - Marvin Gaye

marjorie - Taylor Swift

Days Like This - Van Morrison

What If I Love You - Gatlin

Pretty Places - Aly & AJ

tagging: @virginiachance @skelavender @writtenndust @this-geek @smolfroglesbian @bethanyactually @sarahsoph @seismologically-silly @smackalicious @everythingismusical (obvs no pressure and only if you wanna do it lol)

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Thank you ever so much for the tag, @evenstaredits !! 🥰❤

In truth, I have FAR too many WIP's going at the moment. I'm stuck on a few, but the top two are really going for me at the moment!! 😂❤

(*cough* as you can tell, Faramir is keen on my mind!! 🤣❤)

Rules: Make a poll listing the tasks you need to work on for your project/WIP. Votes determine the order things get done!

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ALRIGHTY THEN, NO PRESSURE TAGS GO TO...

@6lostgirl6 @deadlymistletoe @shiinata-library @fizzyxcustard @emrfangirl @ironmandeficiency @lathalea @middleearthpixie @nervousloveheart @shirebarbie and anyone who wishes to participate!! ❤❤❤

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

9 Fandom Peeps to get to know better

Tagged by @benevolentgodloki thinks for thanking of me, Pirate!

3 ships you like: oh man uhhhh let’s see. Microscope (Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne), Scoundress (Han Solo/Leia Organa), and Zutara (Zuko/Katara)

First ship ever: First ever? I guess that would be…Simba and Nala? Waaaaaaaaay before I even knew what shipping was 😂

Last song that you heard: Unknown Stuntman by Blake Shelton

Favorite childhood book: That would either be one of the many Nancy Drew books or The Chronicles of Narnia

Currently reading: Dead Eye (The Gray Man series book 4) by Mark Greaney

Currently watching: The Women’s College World Series tbh

Currently consuming: air

Currently craving: chocolate cake

No pressure tags: @trapezequeen @cyphers-and-sunspots @bisexualcoltseavers (I don’t even know if you like these things but I’m tagging you anyway 😂) @indoraptorgirlwind @sobeautifullyobsessed @azaraspirit and anyone else who wants to play

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

In honour of it being FE race week...

Part 3 of me looking at what the UK number one songs were when racing drivers were born. This time it's the FE grid (with a lot of track sharing going on here 😂)

Andre Lotterer - (19th November 1981) - Queen & David Bowie - Under Pressure

Lucas Di Grassi - (11th August 1984) - George Michael - Careless Whisper

Rene Rast - (26th October 1986) - Nick Berry - Every Loser Wins

Sam Bird - (9th January 1987) & Edoardo Mortara (12th January 1987) - Jackie Wilson - Reet Petite

Sebastien Buemi - (31st October 1988) - Enya - Orinoco Flow

Jean-Eric Vergne - (25th April 1990) - Madonna - Vogue

Robin Frijns - (7th August 1991) & Antonio Felix Da Costa (31st August 1991) - Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You

Nico Mueller - (25th February 1992) & Stoffel Vandoorne - (26th March 1992) - Shakepeare's Sister - Stay

Norman Nato - (8th July 1992) - Erasure - Abba-Esque

Oliver Rowland - (10th August 1992) - Snap - Rhythm Is A Dancer

Jake Hughes - (30th May 1994), Mitch Evans - (24th June 1994) & Nick Cassidy (19th August 1994) - Wet Wet Wet - Love Is All Around

Pascal Wehrlein - (18th October 1994) - Take That - Sure

Jake Dennis - (16th June 1995) - Robson & Jerome - Unchained Melody

Kelvin Van Der Linde - (20th June 1996) - Fugees - Killing Me Softly

Max Gunther - (2nd July 1997) - Puff Daddy & Faith Evans - I'll Be Missing You

Sergio Sette Camara - (23rd May 1998) - The Tamperer & Maya - Feel It

Dan Ticktum - (8th June 1999) - Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Sacha Fenestraz - (28th July 1999) - Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca

David Beckmann - (27th April 2000) - Fragma - Toca's Miracle

All added to this playlist 😊

[mirrorthoughts]

Getting to Know You

Thanks for the tag, @lucky-bishop 💕❤!

Three Ships: Peter/Stiles (Teen Wolf), Altair/Malik (Assassin's Creed), Spider-man/Deadpool (Marvel)

First Ship: ... I have to say "first shipS" because my three first ships were all around 2001 and I don't know which was actually the first... because the "first", Yuki/Shuichi from "Gravitation", I had to torrent with fansubs and I have no idea when those were created - but the original airing date was through 2000; the "second", Hitomi/Van from Vision of Escaflowne, is actually the oldest of all three with an original airing date of 1996 - in Tokyo - and I remember recording some of the German episodes on VHS, though I also remember that I'd already seen some of the episodes (or maybe all?) at that point and mostly recording them for fic-reasons, so I have no idea when that actually was and the "third", Satoshi/Daisuke (D.N.Angel), were part of the first mangas I've ever bought which was end of 2001/start of 2002, but I also have no idea when I actually started shipping them.

I think the first actually has to be Hitomi/Van, because I remember searching for and writing in VoE forums before I ended up on Animexx, the then (and I think still now?) largest German website for anime and manga people. And once on Animexx I actually really started with written RPGs and Fanfic, so, uh... yeah. (though I also remember writing D.N. Angel Fanfic on my LJ site, but I think that was actually after I stumbled over animexx and didn't write like a fucking clown anymore <.<...)

Last Song: Change Your Life - Plastic3

Last Movie: I can't remember <.<... either my rewatch of The Old Guard or Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Currently Reading: Lots of Fanfic 😂

Currently Watching: Youtube 😂

Last Thing I Wrote: The little things, where I also posted the first chapter today! (link)

Tagging (absolutely no pressure!): @raetttriestowrite, @aurevell, @tkwritesdumbassassins, @teenwerewoofs, @midmorning-bomb, @vmures

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Had these ideas simmering. Dad Van documents each of your pregnancies for homemade music videos and songs he’s written for them. Every Mother’s Day after each of his kids are born he uploads the songs for his new baby to YouTube. That’s how he’d announce that he’s had a baby and their name as the song title. He’d debut it to the world at the same time as you

He’s be a bit shit at Mother’s Day but not incompetent. He puts in the effort to show you how much he loves and appreciates you by letting you sleep in and give the kids free reign on gifts and flowers at the shop. He’d raise a type of son that wants mummy, his sisters and Mary to have flowers each time they were for sale and pressure Van to buy them cause they’re pretty and hand them to you so proudly. Van would sit back comfortably knowing he’s raising a gentleman, though the kids wouldn’t be total angels. See the photos attached. If he was on tour he’d have all his best mates at home come round and take care of you and the kids. Mary and Bernie view Van’s best mates as their unofficial children and love having them round to keep accompanied. They’d visit in place for Van and soak in all the love. I see Van becoming semi jealous and ringing them to place heavy emphasis that those are /his/ parents 😂

My fiancé played this last night saying “Van’s pissed he didn’t write this for his wife” 🥹

Hello lovely omg thank you for all this I love it so much 💗💗💗

I love those little Mother’s Day pics and the song is perfect. Please can we create a Dad Van playlist? I have a separate Spotify for my fics so I can share it.

Also American peeps - am I right in thinking that Mothers Day is a different day in the States?

[ambrossart]

Hello!!!!

I hope things are looking up from the week you’ve had!

I’m back with my incessant questions, and I’m still fixated on every detail from post prom. . .

Did Eddie drive her home after breakfast with Wayne? If so, what was that like? Did she change back into her dress? Did he know the way to her house or did she have to give him directions? Did he hold her hand or anything? Did he walk her to her door?

I know you’re writing for a totally different series right now, so please feel no pressure to answer this if you’re in a different headspace. Sending 💓💓💓!!

Oh, I'm a disaster right now 😂 but enough about me. Let's talk about Eddie!

He absolutely drove her home after breakfast because Eddie's a gentleman. As much as he might want to keep her around all day, he knows it's time for them to temporarily part ways. So while Wayne cleans up the kitchen and gets ready for bed (the man's tired from working all damn night), she and Eddie change--yes, she gets back into her prom dress--and hit the road.

They do not go to her house, and I'll tell you why:

She's not ready to be embarrassed by her parents quite yet. Her parents know about Eddie. They might not know all the details, but they definitely know about his existence. And if Eddie takes her home and walks her to the door, which he will inevitably want to do, she knows her parents are going to insist on an introduction at minimum. No thank you. She'll tackle that beast later.

It's Sunday! She always spends Sundays with Chrissy. It's part of their friendship ritual. And right now she's dying to exchange post prom stories with her best friend.

She will, of course, explain this to Eddie when he asks for directions to her house. Regardless of her feelings for Eddie, Chrissy is still the most important person in her life, so it's crucial that Eddie understands this as early as possible. Otherwise, it's going to create friction in their relationship.

"We're kinda like conjoined twins attached at the hip." "Okay, well, that... totally normal." 🤨

Luckily, Eddie has no problem with this. Sure it's a bit strange (and maybe a little unhealthy), but who is he to judge? He's a laidback guy and has no intention of getting between their friendship.

Anyway, Eddie takes the long way to Chrissy's house because he's not in any hurry to say goodbye. They'll drive in silence for the most part, exchanging little smiles and glances every now and then. It's a very comfortable silence, though. They don't feel the need to talk right now. They're enjoying each other's company and reflecting on everything that's happened. Sure, the occasional embarrassing thought might bubble to the surface (I mean, they did come dangerously close to having sex 😬), but it's something they can laugh off. And, for the record, they're both so glad they didn't have sex because the experience will be so much better and more meaningful after they've gotten to know each other better and have built up that emotional intimacy. There's no need to rush. They have plenty of time.

But Eddie will take note of the drugstore that he passes along the way and remind himself to double back and pick up some condoms. He's never gonna be caught unprepared again.

Eventually, he'll pull up in front of Chrissy's house and they'll say their long goodbyes. (He'll offer to walk her to the door, but she'll tell him not to because... let's face it, Mrs. Cunningham's a bitch and she'll probably say something mean to him.)

"So... what are you gonna do now?" "Uh, I dunno, actually. Don't really have any plans today... Maybe I'll finally clean out my van or something."

Then he'll flash that adorable, cheeky little smile that drives her crazy.

"Okay, well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." "Yeah... see you tomorrow."

And then things will get really awkward because she's expecting Eddie to kiss her, but he doesn't right away. We have to cut the boy some slack here because he's not exactly in his element. Plus it's... her, right? This girl makes Eddie act like a total doofus, so it kind of slipped his mind that THIS is the moment when he's supposed to lean in and kiss her. Thankfully, he recovers quickly and gives her a proper goodbye kiss.

Afterwards, she'll get out of the car and walk to the front door. Mrs. Cunningham will be there to answer it (in her Sunday best, of course 🙄) and probably look at her with utter disdain and disappointment. First she was too fat. Now the woman thinks she's a slut. There's no winning with her. The reader doesn't care. She goes inside and runs straight to Chrissy's room, eager to spill all the dirty details.

Eddie stays in the driveway for a while, watching as she disappears into the house... and then he becomes painfully aware of some of the looks he's getting from the neighbors. Chrissy lives in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and his van kind of sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Relax, relax... I'm not here to rob you."

And he pulls out of the driveway and drives back home.

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*Sighs* I love this man. I can't wait to start working on new stuff.

This wasn't my best work (sorry, it's been a while since I've thought about this series), but hopefully I answered your question well enough.

Anyway, thanks for the ask! I hope you're doing well ❤️

[bimrsadler]

i was driving home from work last night and “illicit affairs” by taylor swift came on and i immediately thought about a smut/angst/fluff songfic between arthur and a fem reader. i used to be able to write but i am just not good at it anymore. this is a request for that!!! 😂😂😂

Illicit Affairs

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Summary: You know it’s a bad idea but you and Arthur can’t keep yourselves from each other when he targets your family for a con job

Warnings/tags: nsft, fluff, angst, pet-names, language, mutual pining

Word count: 2,155

Notes: It was also requested to use the lyrics “don’t call me kid,” and “look at this godforsaken mess that you’ve made me”

Hope this is close enough to what you were looking for!

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You never planned for any of this, nor was it done on purpose. How could it have been? It was just one of those things. A yearning glance and a charming smile, followed by a touch that lingered just a second longer than it should have.

When Arthur Morgan walked into your life, you never stood a chance.

Being born into prosperity meant you weren’t supposed to mix with men like him. What proper lady would? If your family found out you would be an outcast and God knows what they would try to do to Arthur. You knew you were playing with fire but it was too addicting to stop.

It was an immediate attraction to the man who introduced himself as Arthur Callahan. His callouses were rough against your softer palm when he shook your hand. It was alarming how easily you lost yourself in the eyes that looked into yours, bright as the sky above and vivid as the grass beneath.

You gazed as he stood bowlegged, hands resting somehow both leisurely and authoritatively on his belt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was inexplicably the most attractive thing you’d ever seen a man do.

He saw you admiring and peered up from under the brim of his hat with a shy smile.

Your family was an easy target for the Van der Lind gang, too caught up in the feeling of invincibility and arrogance that came with generations of wealth to notice that they were being conned.

You weren’t quite as easily fooled however and watched in amusement as Arthur’s surprisingly nimble fingers nicked your fathers silver pocket watch; your old man too mesmerized by Hosea’s smooth-talking to notice.

They suggested a “continuous partnership,” which you knew really meant “continuous con.” You realized you should divulge this to your family but couldn’t find the capacity to care. You were an adult who should have been your own woman, but it felt impossible to break free of them given how few alternatives in life there were.

They kept you sheltered and pressured to be proper, to stay with the family and do that they wanted, marry who they wanted. Live the life they wanted.

They held you back from the real world for so long that you felt it fitting the real world should come to them for a change.

Admittedly though, you also found your heart racing and stomach flipping at the prospect of a the alluring thief returning to your home.

As the men headed towards the wagon to leave, your father still enraptured in Hosea’s stories; you pulled Arthur aside and placed the jewelry from around your neck into his open palm.

Arthur’s brows furrowed as he looked on in confusion, “uh Miss..what’re ya…”

“You’re gonna want more than that pocket watch for a good payday.” You reveled in Arthur’s sudden stuttering and flushed skin. You could get used to flustering the man.

“It’s just a necklace, got more than I need anyhow.” You closed Arthur’s hand with a wink, “I won’t tell anyone.”

When you walked into Arthur Morgan’s life, he never stood a chance.

In the coming months you shared many things with Arthur and he with you. You shared jewels and trinkets that you knew wouldn’t be missed, you shared kisses and secrets that you knew wouldn’t be betrayed.

It took time for him to trust but he’d found enough to share with you as well. Share his time and skills, whisking you away from home to teach you to shoot. “Well shit, the kid’s a natural,” he’d say with a playful elbow nudge as you hit your target. You weren’t overly fond of being called “kid” but allowed it to slide because it was Arthur.

He shared small things about the gang and their lives. That they’d recently settled on the outskirts of town, they had a code and took care of each other. Something more appealing than your own family.

As time passed you even shared your bed with him, sneaking him up in the middle of the night, him sneaking you out to the barn or his tent nearby.

He shed his false identity while pressed deep inside of you. “My last name’s Morgan,” his hot breath shaky against your ear, “real name is Arthur Morgan.”

Arthur Morgan was more tender than ever expected and when he whispered that he would take good care of you while removing the last of your clothing; he wasn’t lying.

His lips and fingers roamed everywhere they could after receiving the grace of your permission and overcoming the hurdle of finding his confidence. Every thrust and grasp was smooth but deliberate, a beautiful contrast to the rugged outlaws outward behavior.

He always held you close afterwards, never allowing a moment of neglect. Those occasions of afterglow filled you with butterflies and the ache of growing feelings. The glow dimmed with each sunrise however, as Arthur snuck away before your family caught wind of him and before the gang wondered where he disappeared to.

The moments of parting made the reunions that much sweeter but also chipped away at the fantasy. So far he had always come back, but eventually something would give. The gang would move on to a different place or the two of you would get caught, perhaps Arthur would find someone else - someone more fitting for him.

There was also guilt in going behind your family’s back and Arthur felt he was a bad influence. Despite this, he kept coming back for more and you gave it to him.

But as the days grew closer to one of those inevitabilities, the tension between you rose. Arthur put up walls that you couldn’t break down, pushed you away to a distance you couldn’t reach him from.

“I’m a nasty degenerate and I can’t give you half the life you got here,” he huffed and shook his head.

“How can I make it any clearer that I’m not happy with this life? I don’t want this.” It was becoming hard to hold back the frustration of not being heard.

“Darlin’ I told you I ain’t no good for you, I showed up as trouble at yer doorstep and I’ll be leavin’ that way too.”

“You don’t get to decide what’s good for me Arthur. Maybe some trouble’s what I need, maybe I want to be part of the gang.”

“I don’t think you know what you want, kid.”

“Don’t call me kid!” You had never rose your voice to Arthur before but what once was endearing now felt condescending. Your voice wavered as you covered your face in exasperation, “look at this godforsaken mess that you’ve made me…”

Arthur’s face softened as he swallowed hard, “told ya sweetheart…’m trouble.”

He left quietly that night as you hid your teary-eyed face, unsure if you would ever see him again. Maybe he was right, he was trouble and you didn’t know what you were asking. But it was your mistake to make.

A few weeks passed and you were sure that Arthur had moved on. Though you were angry still; you missed the gentle knock of him at your window, the sound of his deep voice, the touch of his warm skin. You missed the passion.

The evening went on quietly, boringly even, as you finished your daily chores. Putting the horse brushes away in the barn you distantly heard the unmistakably animated voice of Hosea, wagon wheels heavily moving along the dirt.

You snuck closer to see that Arthur was indeed accompanying him and listened in more intently. He inquired with your father about seeing the horses, knowing that was always your last chore of the day and he could find you there.

Your father waved Arthur in the direction of the barn dismissively, saying you could show off the horses while he caught up with Hosea. “Jesus, maybe they should run away together instead,” you joked to yourself.

Pacing back and forth you began to fidget with the parts of your dress that suddenly felt too tight.

Arthur met you outside the barn and tipped his hat, “howdy ma’am, was hopin’ to buy one of these horses from ya.”

You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows. “Cute. What’re you doing here?”

He took his hat off and held it to his chest, “to apologize. I acted like a fool last time we spoke.”

“It’s just…well,” he stammered and rubbed the back of his neck. “I ain’t used to lettin’ people in or affection and I don’t handle it well. But I can’t stop thinkin’ about you…jus’ feels like you ain’t been too happy with me lately.”

His earnest voice and apologetic demeanor overwhelmed you. “It’s not you Arthur, it’s the sneakin’ around. It was fun at first but I don’t wanna be hidden away anymore. I wanna leave this place and leave it with you.”

“I want that too but it ain’t that easy-”

“Yeah well it shouldn’t be this easy for you to toy with my time either but here you are,” you interrupted.

Arthur stepped forward, spurs clicking as he moved closer to you. “That what you think this has been?”

“I dunno,” you puffed out your chest and stared up at him. “You tell me.”

Arthur pulled your body flush to his for a powerful kiss, tongue gliding along yours. He moved his hands to undo your corset and dress, desperately pawing to get at what was underneath.

“This?” Arthur hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before laying you down the grass. “This ain’t never been a waist of time.”

He kissed a trail down your neck to your breasts, “and I don’t wanna hide you no more neither…what if tonight’s the last night it’s a secret?”

“Take me,” you moaned between words as Arthur took your sensitive nipple in his mouth “take me with you, Arthur.”

With a husky groan he rolled his hips against you, losing more composure every passing second. “Can’t…goddamn…can’t get enough a ya girl.”

“So is that a yes?”

Arthur slowed his movements and gingerly held your face, looking down at you with those bright, burning eyes. “You can handle it?”

You maneuvered your hands between your wanting bodies to free his hardness and stroked slow and firm. “Yes Arthur I can handle it,” you winked with a soft bite to his lower lip.

“’S’all I need to hear then sweetheart.”

The clothes left between you came off in a frantic hurry, Arthur plunging into your heat as soon as you were open to him. Your nails pressed into his broad, sun-kissed shoulders, “that’s it girl, hold on as tight as ya need to…”

Every thrust sent a shockwave through your core and abdomen, slowly tightening the coils like only Arthur could. His movements forced the air out of you - along with wanton moans - as he rocked your body forward.

You felt his thumb glide over your lower lip, gently pressing against it. His rugged drawl teased, “careful sweetheart, wouldn’t want yer daddy hearin’…” The lopsided and devilish smirk that made you fall for him grew wider, “…now would we?”

Your walls clenched around him, unable to control your body’s response to the strapping man above you. “God…won’t have to worry about that much longer anyway…”

“I know, but I’ll kinda miss it…” Arthur’s fingers snuck between you and twirled lightly against your swollen arousal. “Sinnin’ with ya like this…”

You mewled beneath him at his touch, “we’ll still have room for sin, handsome.”

His voice was husky and honeyed with lust, intoxicated by your pleasure. “I’m already damned so I’ll sin with ya every day.”

Arthur’s rutting became rhythmic and deep as he brought his chest down to yours, fingers still guiding you to your climax.

Goosebumps rose on your flushed skin when he purred against your ear, “but maybe there’s some room for love too, sweet girl.”

Nothing mattered but that moment, the hope for the future, the high of your release, the feeling of being filled by him. The feeling of being loved by him.

Coming undone you uttered words a proper woman never would with gasps and shivers, Arthur following suit. His thrusts became shallower as his grip on your hips grew tighter, spilling into you with blissful groans.

The soothing murmur of Arthur’s praises floated in the air, his rugged hand caressing your burning skin. This night didn’t feel the same as the others, an afterglow of a different color.

Part of you still couldn’t shake the nerves of Arthur leaving and not coming back for you still, the fear or naivety of trusting an outlaw. But despite that, you did trust him.

Arthurs presence was reassuring and calm, giving you no choice but to look forward to your new life. No matter the outcome, the godforsaken mess would be worth it.

[icouldntfindquiet]

Tracy - you and Joy are my favourite people in the world right about now! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Feeling the love! Happy to be of service. 🥰❤️

Yes, not a full US tour (at least not in summer 2024). He said Seattle wasn’t part of that run so I’m assuming there’s more.

I have no proof but I think having select dates in the US would allow Van to perform under “less” pressure. Maybe he’s still traumatized from playing R&L after 2 years so he wants to slowly warm up to bigger shows. Also to see what the demand is like you said! But who knows what this man’s up to. 🤷‍♀️

This makes me feel better! Thank you! Although I’m still checking my emails to see if he calls me out for opening my mouth, haha. 😂🙈 And you’re welcome lovely! ❤️

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@Anon who said I didn’t need to post: thanks for looking out for me. 🥰 It turned out not to be as bad as I thought but I will keep an eye out. Thanks again. ❤️

[gwendolynlerman]

Got tagged by @quatregats (merci! ~) to post the first 10 songs that show up when I put my "On Repeat" playlist on shuffle.

Camouflage by Selena Gomez

Demons by Imagine Dragons

Cuéntame al oído by La Oreja de Van Gogh

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

Dark Horse by Katy Perry

Geografía by La Oreja de Van Gogh

Ett mithn vittua by Sanni Että

I Love It by Icona Pop

Rumour Has It by Adele

This Is How We Do by Katy Perry

(For once, this is mostly representative of my music. Katy Perry is overrepresented though 😂)

I tag @fluencylevelfrench, @lemonadeandlanguages, and @tealingual (no pressure! :D)

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 4

Words: 3k

Warnings: SMUT! I’m so sorry that Prof Van talks like he’s from a bad porno lol I think I was trying to fulfil some requests from a smut writing prompts list when I was writing it 😂

And just as a heads up if you’ve not read this story before this is probably my smuttiest fic going forward and I’m not the tumblr police but I should probably say minors DNI or something 🫣

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It was wrong. So wrong. He was supposed to be your lecturer, a mentor. Someone to guide you through university and inspire you to do great things. A role model even.

Yet here he was, pushing you up against his desk, whispering hot and heavy into your ear about how he wanted to fuck you, his body pressed into yours in a way that made you almost forget how to take a breath.

All of a sudden the boys that you'd been playing around with... and that's all they really were... boys... fell short on every mark. Your cheating boyfriend who'd cared more about sinking pints down the Union on a Saturday night and flirting with anything in a skirt... The tedious suitors who'd smile and give you compliments in the hope of a sloppy snog and a quick grope at the end of the night on the dance floor... They weren't what you wanted, and certainly not what you needed.

"What I really wanna know Y/N... is where did this attitude come from? And what are we gonna do about it?"

As he spoke you felt his fingertips skim the top of your thigh, playing with the hem of your too-short skirt, catching it and lifting it slightly.

"I'm not going to tolerate it. Do you understand?"

His voice came with an edge that resonated in your core, a simmering ember which flooded your whole body with heat.

"Yes," you uttered, a gasp bursting from you as his cool fingers connected with the skin of your upper thighs.

"Yes... what?"

"Yes... Sir..."

You added a touch of insolence to your words, meant to provoke as you pushed your hips back into his and heard his breath catch, felt him press into you even harder. The momentum forced you forward on to the desk and you shot out your hands, fingers splayed on the wood. You were playing a dangerous game, balancing on the precipice, daring him to tip over the edge, tempting him to break his control.

You felt him tense behind you a second before the pressure of his body disappeared. Dismayed, you quickly righted yourself and turned around.

He stood close enough to touch but clearly trying to create some distance, a conflict of frustration and hunger etched on his features. His voice came sharp as he shook his head, his arms folded across his chest in a defensive pose.

"Fuck... I don't know what I was thinking. We can't do this. If someone found out I'd be fired... there'd be a disciplinary. My reputation would be ruined. I'd never teach again."

Disappointment flooded you. Why would he summon you here to his office if he didn't want to do all those things to you that he'd just admitted fantasising about? He obviously just needed persuading.

And it just so happened that you were very persuasive.

You took a small step towards him, closing the gap, reaching out a hand towards him. "But you said..."

He caught hold of your wrist in a tight grip, instantly stilling you, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I don't care what I said. I must have been out of my mind to even consider this. It can't happen. There's too much at stake here. You'd never graduate... is that really what you want?"

He looked resolute but that didn't deter you. Behind the determination the lust still simmered, that was plain to see. It roiled beneath his cool exterior, blazing hot, like a volcano ready to explode. There were hidden depths to Van, you just knew it. Depths that you so desperately wanted to plumb. A dark side that would be unleashed if you only knew which buttons to push.

"You know what I want Sir..."

You looked up at him through your lashes, devilishly tempting, a smile on your lips, testing him. His eyes hardened as his grip tightened around your wrist, the harsh pressure only fanning the flames of your desire as you imagined him pinning both of your hands above your head in the same fashion whilst he pushed you roughly up against the wall of his office.

"You're playing with fire," he warned.

You just looked back at him, catching your bottom lip between your teeth before you released it with a smirk. "Maybe I like it hot..."

He held your gaze, his mouth a hard line, his fingers flexing around your wrist. It looked like he was going to speak but then he thought better of it, releasing you like he was dropping a hot coal, curses muttered under his breath.

He looked angry, at war with himself. You could tell he wanted you but he was holding back. Like he'd said, he was trying to be professional. Trying to do the right thing. But you weren't giving up that easily. The kindling was ready. You just had to light the touch paper.

You stepped back until you felt the desk hit the back of your thighs, planting your hands on the edge and boosting yourself up, your legs dangling beneath you. You looked down at the floor fleetingly, hanging your head a little.

"I'm sorry Sir, maybe I got a little confused. I thought I was in trouble see. I thought you were going to teach me how to behave?"

Van looked back at you, trying to keep a neutral expression even though you could plainly see the turmoil flickering across his countenance. You could see his eyes darkening now, feel a shift in the air as you ground his resistance down.

"I'm warning you. Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?"

This was good. Time to turn things up a notch. You placed your hands on your thighs, moving them slowly upwards, the hem of your skirt riding up. You fixed Van with your purest little-girl-lost look, eyes wide, a petulant pout on your lips.

"That's just the thing Sir... you keep on promising me but it's just not happening."

You took a deep breath, watching his reaction as your skirt rose higher and higher, spreading your legs as you did, affording Van a glimpse of your black lace panties. You stopped just short of indecency, your hands resting atop your thighs, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, waiting.

But Van didn't come to you. He reached out for the chair he'd pushed away earlier instead, pulling it to him and sitting down facing you, his eyes firmly fixed on the tempting sight between your legs as he spoke.

"Don't stop. Maybe I need to see just how much of a bad girl you really are. Why don't you show me, huh?"

A slow smirk started to spread across his lips as he lent back in the chair, a casual pose with his head cocked back. You weren't expecting this, you were expecting him to pounce on you, tear at your clothes, ravage you. You thought he'd lose control. But as you were coming to realise, for Van the thrill was all about being in control. That's what got him off. He was testing you.

"Sir?" You began, hearing the uncertainty in your voice, your fingers twitching on the hem of your skirt as you wavered, unsure what to do next.

He just looked right at you, a challenge in his eyes, his fingers drumming a soundless beat on his splayed thighs, waiting...

"Well? Go on then... I'm waiting."

You swallowed hard, willing your breathing to calm, gripping the hem of your skirt and sliding it even further up until it was bunched up around your thighs, completely exposing you. A scarlet flush rose up your body and stained your cheeks. Van's eyes roamed hungrily over you, brimming with lust.

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?"

"No," you countered quickly, too quickly. Trying to hide the fact that your heart was pounding against your rib cage and your hands were trembling. But you weren't backing down. You were going to see this through.

"Show me then..."

You were breathing heavily now, every part of your body feeling hot as the fingers of one hand tracked slowly across your inner thigh, catching on the fabric of the edge of your panties. You paused for a second, faltering until you saw the fire in Van's eyes, urging you on. You reached down, a solitary fingertip brushing lightly over your sweet spot, a tiny whimper escaping your lips as you realised exactly how turned on you were.

"Fuck..." Van muttered under his breath, his eyes hooded, his lips slightly parted. He couldn't take his eyes off you as you took a deep, shaky breath and started to slowly circle your clit over the thin lace, your eyes fluttering shut as a tremor shot through your body.

You couldn't quite believe what you were doing on your Professor's desk, legs spread for him, pleasuring yourself whilst he watched on. Fire burnt on your cheeks and raged in your core as you opened up your eyes and saw the predatory glimmer in Van's, his pupils blown wide, his mouth agape.

"You are a bad girl aren't you? Tell me... is this what you do when you think of me?"

"Yes," you breathed, squirming with your confession and the way your caresses made you feel, the way that Van watching you like this made you feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful.

"So bad..."

He tutted quietly, teasingly, slowly shaking his head.

Adrenaline was coursing through you, heightening all of your senses, pressure building in your core as your fingertip pressed more insistently over the fabric which felt damp now. You imagined that it was Van's fingers caressing you instead, inching you towards your peak.

He shifted in his seat and you paused, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Did I tell you to stop?" His voice was smooth, rich and deep with a bite that turned your insides to jelly.

"No Sir," you replied immediately, resuming your ministrations under his watchful eye.

"Now... I want you to tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. Tell me... tell me what you've been fantasising about."

Your cheeks were aflame now, the wild thoughts that you'd been imagining running through your head, arousing you even more.

"I want you... please... please Sir... I want... I want you to fuck me."

The words slipped out of you hurriedly, desperate sounding, but you couldn't help it. You were desperate. Your whole body was pulsing, yearning for his touch.

But still he didn't come to you, he just shifted again in his seat, his eyes blazing as he considered your plea. He raised a hand to rest on his chin as he tipped his head further back, one eyebrow slightly raised as he watched you intently, his smile widening in satisfaction. He was fully enjoying your need, drinking it in, seeing how far you were willing to take  this.

"Oh Y/N, you never learn, do you? You always want the reward without putting in the work. The good grades with minimum effort. Well, not this time. I'm gonna need you to work a bit harder for me. You think you can do that?"

You paused, your mouth dry as you sucked in a breath, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

Could you do this? You already knew the answer to that.

"Uh-huh..."

He didn't respond, just nodded his head, urging you to carry on, satisfied with the power he held over you. The fact that he could have asked you do anything at that precise moment and you would have complied without hesitation.

He wanted a show? Well... you'd give him one.

You fixed him with a steady stare, your nerves still bristling but beginning to melt away slightly as you felt your confidence rising. Your fingers moved across the lace, deftly hooking underneath and moving it aside. Van swallowed hard, his breathing deepening.

You could already feel how wet you were before your fingertips slipped down through your folds and your whole body shuddered as you inched a solitary finger inside. You locked your gaze with Van, satisfied to see his face flushing and his hands clenching around his thighs. You sighed as you plunged your finger into your tight heat before sliding it upwards, moving it smoothly over your clit, spreading the slick of your arousal. It felt so good that you couldn't help the urgent moans that fell from your lips from the sensation. You circled your clit, slowly and precisely, the pressure sending shivers through you, your legs spread as wide as you could, trembling against the wooden desk.

You were so close now, teetering on the edge. You looked at Van with pleading eyes, trying to discern whether he'd leave you like this, working yourself up to a point of no return until you fell completely apart with him watching on. A shuddering, whimpering mess before he'd even touched you. The thought filled you with shame but aroused you more than you cared to admit.

"Please Sir..."

Your words trailed off into a drawn out sigh. You could feel the tight white knot of pleasure in your core beginning to unfurl. You closed your eyes, ready to let go...

That was when you heard the sound of his chair scraping on the carpeted flooring and your eyes flicked open. He closed the small gap between you in just a few long strides, his eyes like steely gems burning into you. He reached a hand down between your thighs, once again gripping your wrist, his fingers curled tight as a vice as he firmly pulled your hand away.

You gasped, feeling cheated, your whole body aching for a release as he pulled your hand upwards, thrusting your glistening fingers into your face.

"Baby, look at the mess you're making."

You looked past your hand at Van's face, watched the slow, sly smile growing on his lips just before he spoke.

"What? You really didn't think I was going to let you come did you? Bad girls don't get rewarded, you should know that by now."

"But..." you began but your words were cut off as he pulled your hand towards him, his tongue darting out to lick at your fingers. He did it slowly, watching you intently as he licked your fingers clean, a wicked glint in his eye that made your stomach flip and your cheeks burn.

It wasn't often that you were lost for words but you were speechless now, watching on whilst he savoured the taste of you, humming in approval as he finally pulled away.

"Fucking delicious... just as I expected..."

You squirmed before him, your whole body aflame, your mind scrambling for an appropriate response to this situation which had escalated wildly, a teasing glimpse into whatever wild encounters might follow on from this.

"What's up Y/N? Cat got your tongue? You normally have a smart comment for every occasion..."

He released your hand and stepped back, regarding your flustered state with amusement. You quickly smoothed down your skirt, swinging your legs closed, pressing your thighs firmly together. The need still throbbed between your legs but you knew he wouldn't sate it. This was your punishment for your bad attitude and your tardiness, your inability to follow the rules and conform.

The rules of the game had been set, and now it was up to you to make a move.

"What... what if..." you began, stuttering, trying to find the right words. "What if... I was good? What then?"

He just smiled, sultry and mysterious. "Why don't you try it and find out?"

The loud rapping on Van's office door was sharp and urgent enough to make you jump. You hopped down off the desk in an instant, faltering slightly on your still shaky legs.

"Fuck," Van cursed under his breath, his eyes darting between you and the door, his hands pulling at his clothing, adjusting his jeans where you could clearly see the prominent bulge of his arousal.

"Who is it?" He called loudly, then he turned to you, his voice dropping to a quiet hiss. "Not a word... okay?"

"Uh-huh," you nodded quickly, pulling your skirt down your thighs, trying to stretch the flimsy material to a more respectable level which was practically impossible for the skimpy garment.

The deep male voice came through the door as you tried to gain your composure, stooping to pick up your discarded bag from the floor.

"It's Johnny, are you free to talk about those papers for second-marking? I saw you had some free time in your diary."

Van quickly crossed the office, pulling out the chair behind his desk and taking a seat, just in time as his office door suddenly swung open.

It was Professor Bond, fellow faculty member and lecturer. He took a step into the office but then paused when he saw you, his eyes slipping down to take in your skimpy attire for a fleeting second before he looked quickly away at Van. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realise you had company. I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"No, no, don't worry. Come on in Johnny. Y/N was just leaving... weren't you Y/N?"

Van spoke quickly, his typical calm and friendly demeanour returned. You wouldn't have guessed that just five minutes before he was commanding you to pleasure yourself right there on his desk whilst he watched on. You glanced down at the desk then up at him, your face flushing even more at the thought, the feel of the wetness between your legs a reminder of how you'd been pushed to the brink but denied your fulfilment.

"Errr... yeah... yeah sure," you uttered, quickly shouldering your bag. "Thanks Sir... errr Van."

"No problem," he smiled at you easily, an open smile that masked the darkness of his earlier hunger. "I think we've covered everything we need to... for now anyway. Don't forget what we discussed." He paused, his voice taking a stern tone which made you shift where you stood, pressing your thighs together. "And I'll be expecting that assignment submitted by 2pm tomorrow, okay? If not I'm afraid I'm going to have to take this further. There will be repercussions."

"Of course... I'll do it right away. In fact I'll do it as soon as I get back to my room."

He nodded, his eyes still simmering with a hidden threat of a promise just for you, your pulse quickening at the thought of what your reward might be... or your punishment if you didn't comply.

You quickly crossed to the door as Professor Bond moved aside, opening it quickly and stepping through, letting out a huge shaky exhale as you closed it behind you.