#the books at my grandparents' house are some of my top favorite
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hazel-janes-books-galore · 2 years ago
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1975 edition of How to Train Your Puppy by Kurt Unkelbach. 
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anonsturniolo · 4 months ago
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stalker!chris x fem!reader headcannons ✧₊⁺
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who confidently strode into your life, pretending he was always there. He managed to bump into you in your favorite book store, rattling off all of his ‘favorite’ books, that just happened to be yours too.
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who broke into your house once you left for work on a random night, admiring all of your things, going through your clothes. He may have let his possessiveness get the better of him, taking a couple of exposing shirts from your closet to dispose of.
“Hey, have you seen my one black shirt? It had rhinestones on it, pretty low cut.” You asked your best friend on FaceTime, your closet strewn across your room in search of your favorite top.
Your friend hums for a second, “No I haven’t, I asked to borrow it last week and you never got back to me about it.” She replies, making you frown.
Where the hell did it go?
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who wiggles his way into all of your plans, claiming he just wants to see you. You’re flattered by this of course, but you kinda start to get a weird vibe when he tries to go to church with you and your grandparents, over an hour away from home.
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who doesn’t let you see him when you’re at a club. He’s intently watching you from across the room, his eyes filling with jealousy every time you look at another man.
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who has a list on his phone of all the boys you had ever dated, or fucked, to his best knowledge. He went down a rabbit hole at 2 am one night, and came out at 7 am with everything he needed to know about your past lovers.
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who begs you to come over all the time. He doesn’t care if it comes off as desperate, he just wants to spend time with you, while you know he’s there.
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who follows you home when you decide to walk the 45 minutes instead of getting a ride with your coworker like you usually do. He needs to make sure no one else mistakes you as theirs, you’re his.
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who finally gets to kiss you on New Years.
“Fucking finally.” Chris mutters to himself, pressing his lips against yours. Fireworks shoot from outside, making the first kiss all the more impressionable.
His hands lift to your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer. You get lost in the feeling, completely forgetting you’re in the middle of Tara’s living room. You lift your own hands to grab onto Chris’ hair, leaving him a moaning mess.
“Wanna get outta here, baby?”
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who pushes you to get close with his brothers, strategically planning sleepovers with Nick and random lunches with Matt.
ᡣ𐭩 stalker!chris who’s sweeter than sugar to you, knowing you truly want a man that treats you like a princess.
“Hm? You wanna go?” Chris asks while staring at you fondly, gently rubbing your cheek. You had shown up to his place when you realized you were being stood up on a date.
You had been talking to the guy for about 2 months, and finally your schedules aligned. You waited about 30 minutes before the tears built up, immediately ubering to Chris.
“I know some ice cream will make my pretty girl feel better.” He softly whispers into your ear, bringing you into his chest gently. His lips place a delicate kiss to the crown of your head, before a sly smirk makes it way into his face.
That guy will never talk to you again.
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manymanydolls · 7 months ago
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Since I recently redid my meet photos for all my girls, I thought it’d be fun to do a post with some fast facts about my original characters. Look under the cut to learn more about them!
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Jennifer:
Favorite season is autumn
Plays with her mother’s Miss America Barbie doll
Loses track of time easily and will stay up very late working on her knitting projects or watching TV
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Katherine:
Has sensory processing disorder and is especially sensitive to loud sounds
Favorite holiday is Halloween
Puts glitter stickers on everything she owns
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Evelin:
Favorite musician is Rufus Wainwright
Sets up a hummingbird feeder outside her bedroom window every summer
Got into making amateur radios as a fun way of communicating with her friends during the Covid pandemic
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Nancy:
Favorite holiday is Valentine’s Day
Listens to at least three Talking Heads albums a week
Wants Amanda to play drums so that they can be like Van Halen
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Amanda:
Favorite book is The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate
Broke her wrist skateboarding when she was 11
Watched a TV program about volcanoes once and now is a little afraid of them but also fascinated by them
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Rosemary:
Never sleeps with a blanket because it feels too constricting
Favorite food is a grilled cheese sandwich with a fried egg on top
Bakes lemon bars with her Mama at least once a month
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Daisy:
Is afraid of ghosts
Loves foxes and has a beloved fox Squishmallow
Pours soy sauce directly on rice to make her grandparents mad (manners in Japan dictate that you dip a bite in sauce instead of pouring it over your food) (and Daisy knows it)
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Ruby:
Has a scar on her ankle from a Razor scooter with a vengeance
Most treasured possession is a sunflower-print fleece blanket from her grandmother Marie
Favorite food is 4th of July hot dogs
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Marguerite:
Wants to live in an old Victorian house
Has a huge collection of interesting rocks and crystals and wants to have an entire rock display wall
Once had a really intense cottagecore phase and refused to eat bread that she didn’t bake herself
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msmercury84 · 11 months ago
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"I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm
South Philadelphia, New Year's Eve, 1945"
From "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny."
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"Off with my overcoat, off with my gloves. Who needs an overcoat, I'm burning with love. My heart's on fire and the flame grows higher. So I can weather the storm. What do I care how much it may storm? I've got my love to keep me warm."
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*Author's Note: Some sections are for readers over 18 years of age. In other words, smut warning. The expression "And how!" was popular with Bill Guarnere's generation. He used the expression in the book he wrote with Babe Heffron and I heard my grandparents use the expression, too. The depiction of Bill is based upon the actor's portrayal in the movie.*
A snowstorm was underway in South Philadelphia on New Year's Eve. Blowing and drifting snow made going out undesirable for the Guarneres and no one planned to visit them due to the weather. Since the storm was predicted in the newspaper and on the radio earlier in the week, Leigh ensured that she had everything she needed for a nice supper. She also made sure that the dress Bill gave her for Christmas was cleaned, pressed and ready to wear.
When Leigh returned home from work, it was much later in the afternoon. The snow caused the city buses to run late. She started to prepare supper and put a bottle of champagne in a bucket filled with ice. Employees of the CBS affiliate got champagne along with their Christmas bonuses.
She set about making a very elaborate antipasto while she cooked some steaks that came from her grandpa's farm. Leigh decided to make some spaghetti sauce with Italian sausage to go with some homemade pasta.
Earlier in the week, Bill mentioned that he would enjoy having a small serving of pasta "wit' that good gravy ya make" the next time they had steaks.
Leigh got a good recipe from Augusta for a marinade that was great for beef. The day before New Year's Eve, she combined garlic, red wine, some salt, a dash of pepper and a hint of oregano.
Prior to placing the steaks in the marinade, Leigh used a meat tenderizer on both sides of the steaks. Then, the steaks were placed in a baking dish. The marinade was poured over the meat. A lid was placed on the baking dish and the steaks marinated for 24 hours.
Since a snowstorm was going on, supper was later than usual. Traffic was crawling on all of the major thoroughfares. As the steaks simmered in a skillet, Leigh put on her new red dress, black stockings, a black lace garter belt, a black lace bra, black silk panties and her favorite black open toed high heeled pumps. She touched up her makeup, brushed her hair and headed back to the kitchen.
Leigh turned on the radio to have music playing while she finished the special supper. She donned an apron made of material with tiny red roses. Protecting her favorite dress was top priority.
A good bottle of red wine was open to allow it to 'breathe' before she put it into a decanter. Leigh used her best china plus the crystal wine glasses from the Andrews Sisters. The champagne flutes from the famed trio would be used for a midnight toast to the new year.
When Bill got home from work, he embraced and kissed Leigh after hanging up his snow covered coat on a coat tree in the kitchen and putting his gloves on the coat tree to dry.
"Baby, I love that new dress (he pronounced the word as 'dat'). You look like ten million bucks. Good thing we're stayin' in tonight. The snow is really comin' down an' the wind is ice cold. It kinda reminds me o' the Christmas Eve snowstorm in Aldebourne.
"Thanks, Honey." She winked, adding, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
"What's goin' on, Sweetheart? Sounds like you're up to somethin'."
"You'll see, be patient. I'll make it worth the waiting."
"I like the sound o' that." Guarnere went upstairs to put on a clean dress shirt after quickly shaving. The atmosphere in the house was cozy, with the Christmas decorations, a fire in the living room fireplace and music on the radio.
Leigh set the table and lit the candles in cut glass candle holders. Bill helped her get supper served. He pulled out the chair for her to be seated at the dining room table. Leigh thanked him. Then, he sat down and asked the blessing.
After they finished their supper, Bill told her,
"Baby, that was one hell of a good meal. Ya went all out wit' the fancy dishes an' wine glasses. Everythin' was perfect. We couldn't get food this good from the best restaurants uptown." Leigh was pleased that he enjoyed supper.
"Thanks, Bill. Let me get the dishes and then we can get ready to celebrate the new year."
"Nothin' doin', Leigh. I'm helpin' wit the dishes. How 'bout I wash an' you dry? That way, your dress won't get ruined."
"That sounds like a good idea, Honey. A sweet, sexy man bought that dress for me." Bill grinned,
"I've gotta admit that guy has excellent taste in buyin' broads' clothes." Leigh playfully raised her eyebrows,
"Oh, so now I'm a broad, not your baby or your sweetheart?" She went into the kitchen to get her apron. Guarnere followed Leigh and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, gently pulling her close to him.
"Ya little devil. You know you'll always be my baby an' my sweetheart. I'm gonna tell ya what ya tell me sometimes, you're a sexy smart ass. Speakin' of a sexy ass, that dress shows it off to perfection." Leigh giggled,
"Thank you, kind sir. Flattery will get you everywhere with me." Bill let go of her and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Leigh put on her apron.
"That's good to know. We'd better get to work before we get up to somethin'. I'll bring in the dishes an' I promise to be real careful wit' 'em."
After Bill brought in the plates, silverware and wine glasses, Leigh put the leftover antipasto into a container that went into the refrigerator. While they cleaned and dried the dishes, Bill and Leigh talked about the way they had spent the past New Year's Eves since they got together. After the last dish was dried and put away, Leigh removed her apron and placed it on the kitchen counter. She embraced Bill,
"This year is very special. Not only because it's our first New Year's Eve as man and wife. It's extra special because, thank God, you survived." Guarnere tenderly kissed her.
"The man upstairs done most o' the work keepin' me alive, but you helped by cookin' for me an' bein' there for me. I owe you a hell of a lot, Baby."
"Thanks, Honey. You don't owe me anything. Getting married more than made up for everything. I was hoping to be your wife for a long time." Leigh had a smirk very similar to Bill's smirk when she added, "All you owe me is a good time later tonight."
"Oh, you can count on me givin' ya an extra good time later tonight, Sweetheart. Ol' Guarnere loves to satisfy a certain lady." Leigh got on her tip toes and playfully kissed the tip of his nose,
"And how! Remember when Perconte said he "really enjoyed Christmas Eve with the Guarneres," I was daydreaming about being your wife and having dinner guests over to visit us as I looked out the window at the snow coming down in Aldebourne."
"I asked ya what ya thought of Perconte sayin' that 'cause I wanted to know how ya felt about gettin' married someday. I was a happy man when I knew ya liked the sound o' what he said.
Do ya suppose they'll still broadcast the Guy Lombardo show on the radio tonight? We could have some nice music for our party here at home."
"Yes, Honey, it's scheduled for tonight. I saw the show on our schedule at work. New York City wasn't supposed to have as much snow as we have. The show should be starting in about ten minutes."
"I'll go ahead an' get the CBS channel on the radio so we don't miss anythin'." Bill went to the radio and got it on the desired station.
"I have the champagne chilling, do you want me to bring it in?"
"Not yet, Baby. Let's wait 'til it's closer to midnight so we can toast the new year. I really enjoyed New Year's Eve in Aldebourne when ya played the piano an' sang. Too bad there's no piano here, I'd love to hear ya playin' an' singin'". Leigh sat on the couch with Bill. He got a cigarette out of a pack on the table, lit it and settled back to cuddle with Leigh and listen to the radio.
"I'd love to have a piano, but they're so expensive. Truth be told, I miss playing the piano." Guarnere put his right arm around her shoulder and held the cigarette in his left hand so Leigh wouldn't accidentally get burned.
"Maybe someday I can buy a piano for ya."
"That would be wonderful." They listened to the live broadcast, enjoying the music. A half hour later, the band began to play "Moonlight Serenade." Bill stood up and stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Would ya like to dance, Sweetheart?"
"Yes." Guarnere took Leigh's hand and they walked to the middle of the living room floor. Bill pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her as Leigh wrapped her arms around his neck.
They swayed to the music, looking into each other's eyes.
"This reminds me of a very special night at Ft. Benning and our wedding reception."
"Guess this is our song. You're lookin' as beautiful as ya did both times we danced to this an' I'm still crazy in love wit' ya."
"I'm still crazy in love with you, too, Handsome." Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss. After the kiss ended, she added, "Our first New Year's Eve was when you gave me my angel necklace."
"You must love it 'cause you're always wearin' it."
"I adore it." The song ended and they sat on the couch.
"I'm still wearin' the St. Michael medal, even though the war is over. I think it helped save my life. Baby, ya don't know this, but I was standin' outside the door to Teresa's bedroom.
I wanted to know if ya really liked the necklace. I don't think it's right to eavesdrop, but it paid off. I went to bed wit' a big smile on my face when I heard ya tell Teresa that you were crazy 'bout me."
They continued to listen to the radio and talk. At 11:45, Bill got up, went into the kitchen and got the bucket containing the chilled champagne from the refrigerator.
Next, he carefully put the crystal champagne flutes on a small platter and carried the platter into the living room.
"How 'bout a drink, Baby?"
"Sounds good to me, but I don't want to drink too much. I want to enjoy every minute with you later on tonight."
"No heavy drinkin' for me, either, 'cause I wanna make love to you." He removed the foil from the top of the champagne bottle and popped the cork. Bill poured some champagne into both flutes. He raised his glass,
"To my sweet, sexy angel. Seems like ya understood me from the day we met. You're a blessin', Baby. I'm lookin' forward to what ya got planned." Leigh gently touched her glass to Bill's,
"To the handsome love of my life, you're a blessing, too. I plan to make you very hot and hard." Guarnere winked at her,
"That's my sassy angel." They sipped the champagne.
"It ain't bad. Matter o' fact I like this fancy soda pop." Leigh grinned at Bill's comment.
"It is pretty good. The champagne you got the night you proposed was the best I'd ever had."
"That guy at the front desk (the concierge) really knew his stuff." Soon, the radio featured the voices of party goers along with Guy Lombardo, counting down the seconds until the new year.
While the band played the traditional "Auld Lang Syne", Bill pulled Leigh close to him and gave her a gentle kiss at the stroke of midnight. The kiss quickly deepened and became passionate. When the kiss ended, Bill gently cupped Leigh's face in his hands.
"Happy New Year, Baby. I love you."
"I love you, too, Honey. Happy New Year. They shared another kiss and finished drinking the champagne in their glasses. Leigh got up from the couch.
"As they say in the movies, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She had a saucy grin as she added, "Don't go anywhere or start without me, you handsome dream boat." Guarnere had a wicked grin.
"Oh, I ain't goin' nowhere, Sweetheart. I'll wait right here for ya." Leigh went upstairs to the bathroom. She put in her diaphragm, washed her hands and reapplied her red lipstick.
Then she lightly powdered her face, touched up her minimal blush and her mascara. Next, she used her eyebrow pencil. She left the bathroom and went into their bedroom where she carefully hung up her dress.
Leigh got the red silk bra and tap panties set Bill bought her for Christmas out of its box in her dresser drawer. She got the matching red silk kimono from Julia from her side of the closet.
Before removing her panties and bra, Leigh opened her jewelry box on top of her dressing table and got out the red rose made of ribbon that graced the top of her birthday gift when she was living in Aldebourne.
Leigh got some bobby pins and carefully pinned the rose in her hair, placing it above her left ear. Satisfied with her efforts to secure the rose, she removed her bra, panties and slip, placing the items into the clothes hamper by the chest of drawers.
She put on the bra and tap panties. The panties covered her garter belt and her black silk stockings remained on. Next, she took off her black pumps and took them to the closet and places them in the shoebox in which they came.
Leigh got out a shoebox containing red pumps she bought at a clearance sale in a department store. The pumps, with stiletto heels, were a perfect match for her lingerie.
She left the bedroom and stood at the head of the stairs.
"Baby, are you ready to have a good time?" Bill had a big smile on his face as he watched her walk down the stairs. Leigh paused at the foot of the stairs and untied the kimono. She turned around and slowly exposed her shoulders and her back before she let the robe drop to the floor.
Knowing that Bill would enjoy the view, she bent over to pick up the robe. Her tap panties went up slightly in the back to show a small area of her behind. Guarnere once again had a wicked grin on his face.
She draped the robe over one arm and walked toward him.
"Do you see anything you like, big boy?"
"Oh, hell, yes! Baby, ya look like the hottest goddamn pinup girl in the world! That outfit an' those shoes are really doin' somethin' to me." He stood up and walked over to where Leigh stood. Bill gently pulled her close to him,
"You're beautiful, Sweetheart. Absolutely perfect an' you look as sexy as ya did in Paris."
"Thanks, Honey." Bill gently nipped at one of Leigh's ear lobes before kissing her neck. He delighted in her slightly shivering when his lips gently sucked at the skin on her neck.
Guarnere whispered into her ear,
"Does my angel like that?"
"Oh, yes! I love it." His hands moved down to cup her ass.
"Baby, your body was made to drive a man crazy. It should be against the law for ya to wear clothes. 'course I don't want anybody else seein' ya naked. I wish you'd go around the house just wearin' what the man upstairs gave ya."
They exchanged slow, sensual kisses. Leigh eagerly allowed Bill's tongue to enter her mouth. She sucked on the tip of it, provoking a soft groan from him.
Leigh felt his hard cock pressing against her. She broke the kiss for a moment, stepping back to allow enough room for her hand to surround and gently squeeze his cock. Guarnere made a hissing sound through clenched teeth.
She massaged him through the fabric of his trousers.
"Oh, Baby, that feels so damn good." Leigh unbuttoned his dress shirt, licking, kissing and sucking the skin on his neck and chest. Bill moved his hand inside the tap panties to cup her bare ass. He moved one hand to the front of the tap panties.
Guarnere smiled as he felt the obvious sign of her arousal. Leigh gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit. A few minutes later, she slightly shuddered as she came. Bill picked her up,
"How 'bout we take this to the bedroom?"
"We can't get there fast enough." Guarnere quickly carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed as he turned on the light and walked over to pull down the shades.
Bill removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He sat on a corner of their bed to take off his shoes and socks. Then, he removed his trousers and boxer shorts, letting them join his shirt on the floor. He removed his artificial leg and sat up in the bed.
Leigh grinned and took off her red stiletto heeled shoes. She started to remove her bra, but Bill told her,
"Baby, leave it on, just for a little bit. Same wit' the panties, too. I got an idea. One time in Aldebourne, ya made love to me an' said it was all for me. I wanna do the same for you. Don't get me wrong, I still wanna make love wit' ya.
How about sittin' in front of me on the bed?" She got on the bed and did as Bill asked. He pulled her as close to him as possible and wrapped his arms around her.
"Just relax in my arms, Sweetheart, an' let me take care o' you." He kissed Leigh's neck, knowing how much she loved it. Bill caressed her shoulders and allowed his hands to roam lower.
"Baby, you have the most beautiful breasts." Leigh thanked him for his compliment.
"That isn't exactly what you wanted to say, is it, Honey?" Guarnere grinned, knowing that she would be aroused by him saying something off color.
"Ya little devil. You know how I think. I've always loved your tits. They're so goddamn gorgeous." Bill nibbled her ear, noticing that she slightly trembled with passion. He added, "Christ, Leigh, you've got it in spades!
You have a sweet, sexy ass an' you know I love your beautiful pussy." He paused to once again suck on the soft skin at the junction of her neck and right shoulder. Bill loved hearing the sounds of passion Leigh made.
Guarnere slowly pushed her bra straps down, uncovering her breasts. He told her, speaking in a soft, low voice,
"I'm glad I bought this set for ya. Sweetheart, red silk looks so good on you. Now, how 'bout I take off this bra so I can give those beautiful tits some attention?"
"I'm more than ready." Bill unhooked her bra and carefully put it on the small table by his side of the bed. He caressed her breasts with both hands as she leaned back against his chest. Then, he gently rubbed her erect nipples with his fingertips. Leigh started to moan softly.
"Your body was made for makin' love." He began to tug on her nipples. Leigh's breathing quickened. Bill kept on tugging on her nipples, knowing that she could come from this stimulation .
Soon, she slightly trembled in his arms. Guarnere was pleased that he made her come again. He moved his hands slowly down her body, all the while whispering in her ear,
"Such a beautiful baby. You're a fuckin' goddess. I wish I could take pictures of ya completely naked." Leigh trembled again, the idea of posing for Bill was making her even more aroused.
He slid the tap panties down her hips. Leigh briefly got out of bed to removed the panties, the garter belt and her stockings. She eagerly got back on the bed and sat facing away from Bill, leaning against him.
Guarnere wrapped his arms around her. He had picked up on the fact that his words inflamed her desire. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered,
"You'd like that, wouldn't ya, Sweetheart? Posin' just for me." She answered in a breathy voice,
"Oh, yes!"
"I'd start out askin' ya to hold those perfect tits in your hands. It would make ya hotter than hell if I asked ya to play wit' those sweet nipples, wouldn't it?"
"Mmmm...yes, it would."
"I'd want ya to spread your legs an' let me get a nice close up picture o' that beautiful pussy. You would already be kinda wet, wouldn't ya?" Bill was enjoying the effect his words had on Leigh. She was trembling a little more and her breathing was starting to speed up.
"Yes, Baby, my pussy would be very hot and wet." Guarnere groaned, his cock was rock hard, but he was determined to give Leigh as much pleasure as possible. He continued to whisper in her ear,
"Hearin' you say that is so fuckin' hot. I'd ask ya to touch yourself."
"Oh, God! I'd do it for you, Baby." Bill grinned.
"Then, I'd move close enough to taste ya..." Leigh gasped, imagining the feel of his lips on her sex. Guarnere began to caress the soft curls between her legs.
"My angel's enjoyin' this, ain't no doubt about it. You're so wet, Sweetheart."
He stroked a few fingers up and down the open lips of her sex.
"Oh, Bill!'
Then, he began to gently rub her clit.
"Your body was made for fuckin', too, an' you're so good at fuckin'!"
Leigh was almost panting due to his words and the way his finger stimulated her clit. She moved against him, feeling his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass.
Bill rubbed her clit a little faster. Leigh couldn't speak, she just moaned louder. Soon, her hips jerked up involuntarily as another orgasm washed over her.
Guarnere continued to hold her and he kissed her neck as she came. When she had recovered, he asked,
"What way does my baby wanna make love? Do ya want me to love ya wit' my tongue and lips?"
Leigh got on her knees, facing him,
"Bill, you know I love that, but right now, I need your cock inside me!" She surprised him by straddling him and quickly lowering herself onto him.
He held her hips as she rode him hard and fast. Bill loved her breasts bouncing in front of him and he managed to wrap his lips around one nipple to suck it.
This made her go faster. Guarnere knew he couldn't last very long this way, but he wasn't about to tell Leigh to slow down or stop. All he could do was thrust up into her.
His groaning got louder.
"Oh, fuck, yes! So good, Baby!"
Leigh felt a tremendous orgasm building. She called out his name, not giving a damn if the neighbors heard her. When he felt her sex contracting around him, this pushed Bill over the edge.
"Goddamn!" They held each other as they came. After they got their breathing rates back to normal, Bill held onto her and gently turned on his side, letting her onto the bed.
Guarnere withdrew from her and then pulled the sheet up to cover them. He held her close, stroking her back as Leigh wrapped her arms around him.
"That was wild and wonderful."
"You're amazin', Sweetheart." He gently kissed her.
"You're pretty amazin', too, Bill. That was heavenly, although we didn't behave like angels." Guarnere chuckled,
"You're so damn good when you're not actin' like an angel. Let me get the rest o' the covers pulled up so we don't get too cold.
Once Bill covered himself and Leigh with the sheet and a blanket, he lay beside her. Leigh put her head on his chest and Guarnere wrapped his arms around her.
They were too exhausted to think of turning off the light or bathing. Before sleep claimed them, Leigh made Bill laugh and kiss her when she said,
"Honey, we definitely started the new year off with a bang."
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mommyymunson · 2 years ago
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The reigns of Control (E.M smut)
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Thank you guys for all the love on my last smut-one shot for big boy handsome himself, if you guys like this one please let me know and if you wanna read my actual fanfic for Eddie- big dick- Munson, it’s under my profile, thank you so much!
Warnings: 18+ only, minors stay away or I will call your grandparents and tell them how big a disappointment you are, daddy/mommy kink, p in v, sub! Eddie, dom! Reader, handcuffs, cum eating
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Today was a pretty bad day for Eddie. His alarm clock hadn't woken him up, so he was a half an hour late for his shift at the mechanics. To top it all off, you had tried shaking him awake for multiple minutes since you didn't want him to get in trouble at work. Going to tremendous lengths to wake him from his slumber: smacking his head with a pillow, yelling his name next to his ear, even took some cold water and dabbed it on any open skin you could find; but nothing worked. He'd just roll over to his other side or grumble at you.
When he finally did manage to awaken, he scrambled out of the sheets and threw any basic clothes he could find on his bedroom floor that didn't smell. 
"Babe! Why didn't you wake me up?! You knew I had to be awake half an hour ago!" he barked at you, looking at you with so much anger that you swore you could see his irises glowing red and steam blowing out his ears. 
"I tried! I've been trying for the last twenty minutes since the alarm woke ME up! Why are you yelling at me when I did the best I could?" You could feel your own anger boiling but it was nothing compared to the hurt of having your best friend, your boyfriend blame you for something you had no control over. All he did was swear under his breath as he grabbed his favorite leather jacket and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He was only in the house for a minute longer, assumingely grabbing a small breakfast from the kitchen before the echo of the front door slamming was all you were left with. Not even a good-bye kiss. 
It wasn't so bad that you'd cry, but you were definitely wounded by the sudden argument. All you could do was pull the covers over your body, laying in Eddie's residual body heat and overthink about the short but impactful conversation; until eventually falling back asleep. 
Eddie was having a REALLY bad day. He managed to spill half of his coffee the second he sat down at work, had to deal with shitty customers and still present a friendly, understanding demeanor, and most of the cars he worked on were all major hassles. The worst part of it though was after his anger subsided from the rude awakening, his guilt for yelling at you like that was immense. All he could picture in the back of his mind was your anguished, puppy dog eyes staring at him. The simple image made his heart throb with regret and he spent the rest of his shift thinking of ways he could make it up to you. 
But you had your own plans to make him pay. When you woke back up, you did your usual chores around the trailer and when it hit three o'clock, the time Eddie's shift ended, you searched through your shared closet for your best lingerie. A black, lacy bra with white crosses stitched into each cup and a matching black thong that had a small cross etched in the front part of the waistband. You threw on one of Eddie's favorite oversized band shirts and thigh high socks, grabbed a book that you've been recently into and set the scene. Laying on your stomach, reading with your calves crossed; giving him a perfect view of who he messed with. Only ten minutes passed before you heard the front door quietly open and shut. Sounds of items being put down and heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to our bedroom door, show time. 
"Baby? You in here?" 
As the old door creaked open, you didn't move a muscle. Continuing to read your book and not acknowledging his presence in the slightest. Even under his breath, you could hear the small groan he let fall from those sinful lips. He was only getting glimpses of the forbidden fruit he craved so badly right now. He trudged over to the side of the bed before kneeling next to you. 
"I'm sorry sweet thing, I know you're probably upset at me because of this morning right? I shouldn't have gotten upset like that when you we're doing all you could. Please, don't be mad at me princess, what can I do to make it better?" 
His fingertips began gliding across the velvet skin of your plump thighs, trying to coax you into letting him win; and while his begging was truly erotic, you weren't giving in that easily. You simply turned over onto your side, back to him and carried on with the written word. He sighed and using his hands, lifted himself back upright with his knees. 
"Guess I have to show just how sorry I am, pumpkin." 
Now you were truly curious on what he had up his sleeve, so when he started rummaging through the drawers in his closet, you couldn't help your eyes as they drifted from your current page to him. The second you laid eyes on him, you knew exactly what drawer he was going through. 
The toy drawer. 
You felt the dam start to overflow between your thighs as you thought of all the possible ways he was going to pleasure you, to work for your forgiveness. So when he came striding back over with a blindfold and cuffs, you'd already started inching your body closer to the bedframe, your book long forgotten about. 
"Not this time sweetheart, it's my turn.” He gently placed the items into your feeble hands and asked you to move over, which you did with a dumbstruck look across your face. Then he quickly shedded his jacket and tossed it across the room, found a comfortable spot in the middle of the bed and raised his arms above his head; and that was when it finally dawned on you. He was giving You the control! 
"To show just how sorry I am, Baby; I'm giving you the reigns to do whatever you want to me. Mark me, edge me, whatever you want." His eyes kept yours locked, his brown irises already oozing with lust. His mouth already panting from being so pent up, and his cheeks dusted with a small tinge of pink. You couldn't believe it, Eddie almost never gave up control, always wanting to handle the scenario in bed and you loved it like that. But the thought of doing whatever you wanted to him always made your mouth water in excitement, and your mouth wasn't the only place that would get exceedingly wet. Fuck the previous plan, this was a way better idea. 
Taking his large hand in your tiny ones, you looped it through the bars of the bed frame and cusped the handcuff around his wrist as tight as it could be while being comfortable; then did the same to the other. You were going to put the blindfold on but you had a much better idea in mind. You wanted him to see everything for now. 
Once you made sure the cuffs were properly in place, you looked him dead in the eye and made your tone of voice serious, though it wouldn't last long. 
"I know this isn't usually my thing to say but...you remember your colors?" 
"Of course, Sweetheart," he smirked, mischief shining through his eyes, "Green for good to go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. Though I have no plans on being any other color than green. Let's see how good of a dom you are, whore.”
Even now, he thought he still held all the power in these positions, but you were going to whip that smug smile off his face. Getting off from the bed, you realize there's one toy Eddie forgot to grab before. Looking through the drawer, you quickly found the perfect revenge you were looking for. A large, girthy, pink standup dildo that resembled Eddie's member quite well. You sauntered your way back over to him, and the second he saw what you were holding; god you wish you could take a picture and keep it forever. His eyes shot up so far his eyelashes were touching his eyebrows, and his mouth agape.
When you reached him again, you straddled his pelvis; his dick already so hard that it would be easy to grind up against it, but you weren't that nice. Tearing off the clothes that adorned his beautifully sculpted chest, you ran your fingernails down his pale, inked skin. His voice squeaking out a grunt even though this was the most you were gonna give him for now. As teasingly as possible, you started to remove Eddie's shirt that decorated your perfect set of tits. Showing off your thick thighs, your clothed pussy that was already starting to form a wet spot, and once the shirt was thrown across the room, your perky breasts that bounced from the movement. Eddie was breathless, no matter how many times he's seen your body, it stills makes him unbelievably hard. Unclasping your bra, your tits fell and his eyes couldn't stop staring. He began wiggling to get free, just for one taste, but he was stuck. You just simply smirked down at him, the power difference now clear to him. Taking the dildo, you placed it onto his torso and lifted your hips over it. Tugging your panties to the side to reveal your dripping pussy, you lined up the head before glancing back up at him.
“Color?”
"G-green, green, baby; lemme see you fuck yourself sweet thing, please. I wanna see that pretty pussy do things I normally can't for myself. I'm gonna cum just from watching, fuck." 
He was rambling, which means it was working. Giving him what he wants, you slowly lowered yourself down onto the large girth, feeling the immediate stretch that made you throw your head back and moan lowly. Your moan was nothing compared to Eddie's though, his eyes threatening to roll back but not wanting to miss a second of it. He was a pussy drunk mess without you even doing anything yet. 
Steadily rising, you immediately slammed back down; the dildo's head kissing that sweet spot so deep inside. While it felt amazing, you were also making a show out of it. Starting to play with your nipples, pinching and twisting them; getting impossibly wetter just watching Eddie's reactions. 
"Fuck baby, you're so sexy...I should’ve given you control ages ago; but I might actually cum in my pants. Please let me touch you, please princess, I c-can't." He was harshly tugging on the cuffs, almost on the break of crying; and even though it seemed mean, seeing him like this made you go crazy. Bouncing up and down, the dick's fake veins and curves just kept going deeper and deeper, making you scream louder and louder. 
"C-color baby?" 
"Green...I'm okay I just wish I was inside you right now, making you feel good." 
You smirked, unable to hold back the pride of making him act like this any longer, "Then don't..fuck... don't yell at me and I won't have to punish you, handsome." 
He whined and that almost put you over the edge right there. His scrunched up, sweaty face begged for pleasure, for release. It was so hot, you couldn't get enough of it. An unimaginable high from getting the man that always made you act like this, to seeing him whimper beneath you. Just wishing for anything I'd be willing to throw his way. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it feels so good, love seeing you so submissive, daddy." You sobbed, bobbing along the groves of the huge dildo. You were getting closer by the second, his panting breaths and his desperate attempts at getting any friction from thrusting into the air doing it to you. 
"Are you gonna be a g-good boy for me?" His head finally rolled back, eyes shut as he moaned louder than he has the entire time. So he likes that, huh? 
"What? You wanna be my good boy? You wanna please me?" 
Furiously nodding his head, you decided to go a little easy on him since he was taking this so well. Placing a delicate hand on his hard on, through his jeans you started palming him. 
"Go ahead, then. Hump my hand and make yourself cum in your pants. You said you wanted to please me, and that would be quite enjoyable for me." You gave him a smug smirk, partial payback for all the times he looked at you like that when you were sobbing on his huge cock. His teary eyes widened and without being told twice, started hopelessly thrusting up into your hand. 
"Well? Aren't you gonna say 'thank you' for being so forgiving?" Rolling your hips, you were right at the peak; you just needed that one finally push. 
"THANK YOU, thank you so much, fuck...shit thank you M-mommy!" The second that two syllable word left his delicious mouth, you were cumming so hard you saw stars. Within the same few seconds your pussy gushed out your climax, you could feel your palm become soaked and Eddie's voice echoed from his moan. 
You both took a second to calm your breathing, vision slowly starting to come back as you slowly lifted yourself up; the spilling of any cum that didn't already come out now starting to drip onto his panting chest. You gathered some of it onto your fingers and held them in front of Eddie's lips, waiting for him to realize, be a good boy, and lick them clean. Once he found the strength to open his eyes and register the gift you were presenting him, he slowly sucked your two digits into his mouth and licked off every last morsel of ecstasy left. 
"So...do you forgive me?" His puppy dog eyes stared at you in hopes of the answer he wanted, you just smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Just a quick peck before you were grabbing the handcuff key he left in the bedside drawer and unlocking him. 
"I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive you." Your smile got wider with your silliness as he just chuckled, stretching out his arms and without warning, shoving your weak body down onto the bed. Before you could even question what was happening, you heard the click of the cuffs being linked around your  wrists. 
"Good...cause now it's your turn, and it's gonna be a long night for you...Mommy." 
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runawaymarbles · 1 year ago
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20 questions for fic writers!
tagged by @chubsthehamster- thanks!
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
32, unless you count the book covers. I've got 106 book covers
2. What’s your total ao3 word count?
487,170
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Whatever I get stuck on at any given moment. My most recent ones are 9-1-1, Inception, ATS and Hawkeye, but my repeat fandoms are Spn, X-Men, The Old Guard and Black Sails.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
I'm copying chubs and doing my personal favorites, because my top four kudos'd fic are all for the same fandom (The Old Guard) and written within like three weeks of each other.
The Scroll of Saint Barnabas (9-1-1, Buddie, 15k): recency bias, but I had a lot of fun with this one. I also probably drove my girlfriend*and cousin insane during the writing process. Sorry about that. The basic premise is: we all know how time loop fics go, but what if after the loop is broken the character has PTSD from all the things that nobody else remembers? And also what if you get a knotted dildo hooked onto your permanent retainer? *though we've now established consent and parameters for whether we can have sex if one of us is stuck in a time loop. It's always important to have these conversations in advance!!!
What The Moon Was Saying (Spn, destiel, 16k.) It's about Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty, technically, but it's also about Dean working through things he refuses to think about directly, and it's also about the perspective of dead characters who aren't all-knowing and have no clue what happened after they died, and it's also about Inanna's Descent into the Underworld and how many jokes about Sumerian mythology I could fit in there that probably nobody else is going to think are funny but I think are funny, and it's also about what issues Orpheus would have had if he'd succeeded. The central thesis statement is that Margaritaville is thee Dean Winchester Mental State song.
The Mixtape, Or: Six Things You Learn in Thursday School (Spn, destiel, 6k.) I always had this idea that I was going to write a fantasy book of some kind, where the first part would be about the founding of a religion and then the following parts would jump ahead a few hundred years and see how that religion and that original story change in the telling. Instead of writing that book I wrote 6,000 words about a post-apocalyptic religion whose foundational text was the Winchester Gospels, except they don't actually have the Winchester Gospels, so they're relying on collected ephemera and thirdhand accounts. It is also about both academic and online discourse.
The House on Graymalkin Lane (X-Men, background cherik, 92k.) My nice little outsider-POV x-men haunted house fic. It started out as "the x-mansion would be a bonkers haunted house" and then it turned into a love letter to the original timeline (we barely knew ye). It's about the mortifying ordeal of being in high school and also about how all my grandparents died at once and I had a lot of complicated feelings about that.
The Ill-Made Knight (X-Men, cherik, 1.5k) OK so you know that trope that's like "if anyone is going to kill me I want it to be you"?? it's that, but instead of being used as a statement of everlasting love and devotion, it's being used as psychological warfare. And also kind of a statement of everlasting love. But in a fucked up sort of way. Because Cherik.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I didn't used to but I do now because I always like it when people reply to mine. Sometimes I miss them and respond years later but like... I got there eventually?
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
the whole estate of mortal man. (Black Sails, silverflint, 40k.) Silver is immortal but has a very impermanent self. Flint is mortal and has a very permanent self. There was only one way that was ever going to end and I stand by it.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Of recent ones, I guess The Most Fun A Girl Can Have? (Kate/Yelena, 8k.) They're having a pretty good time for most of it.
8. Do you get hate on fic?
Not since like, high school.
9. Do you write smut?
Nope. Hats off to smut writers, you're doing God's work. It's very difficult.
10. Do you write crossovers?
I haven't, unless you count every Marvel fic being a crossover. And Good Omens show/book. But that seems like a cop-out.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! Some very kind people translated The Punishment of Sisyphus (Black Sails crackfic) and Antebellum (Black Sails, Anne & Eleanor fic) into Russian, Stalefish (Old Guard, Nile-centric) into Polish, and Kidnapping for Dummies (Old Guard, Joe shenanigans) into Spanish. I can only read the Spanish one.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yessss. The #ImmortalHusbands Conspiracy (The Old Guard social media fic) with @phoenix-acid. That was very fun.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
Why would you ask me this. This is cruel. I can barely pick a top 5.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?
The Marvel pirate AU, probably. It's almost a complete story on its own as it stands. There's about half a next chapter written and I could probably us that to tie things up, if I cut out a bunch of things, but I'd have to reread all my research. I did way too much research for that.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Character voices? I hope it's character voices. I watch a lot of youtube compilations before writing anyone to try and get a handle on how they talk.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
The actual romance part of a romance. What do you mean they have to get together after I've set everything up so that they get together? Ridiculous.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've never done it before, but I respect people who can pull it off. I do really hate that trope though where a multilingual character calls their love interest pet names in their mother-tongue, when they are never shown using it that way (or mixing that language and English in a conversation) in canon.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
....percy jackson and the olympians.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Since I listed five favorites up there I'm switching this with the kudos question. Fic with the most kudos is Kidnapping for Dummies (The Old Guard, 3.5k)
Tagging @monstrous-femme @thegeminisage @bomberqueen17 @ellelans @annerbhp @significanceofmoths and anyone else who wants to do it. say i tagged you. nobody will ever check to find out.
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the-rewatch-rewind · 1 year ago
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I have...many thoughts about this tale as old as time
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Hello and welcome back to The Rewatch Rewind! My name is Jane and this is the podcast where I count down my top 40 most frequently rewatched movies in a 20-year period. Today I will be discussing number 17 on my list: Disney’s 1991 animated musical Beauty and the Beast, directed by Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise, written by Linda Woolverton, and featuring the voice talents of Paige O’Hara, Robby Benson, Richard White, Jerry Orbach, David Ogden Stiers, and Angela Lansbury.
I assume that most people have at least some familiarity with this movie, but in case you don’t remember the premise, allow me to set the stage with some words that are not my own which I have had memorized for most of my life: Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle, and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away, to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous Beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast? Spoiler alert: a beauty but a funny girl named Belle, once he finds the way to her heart through his library.
I can’t remember a time when I hadn’t seen this movie. My grandparents had it on VHS, so I watched it a lot at their house when I was young. As a child, I didn’t love Beauty and the Beast quite as much as The Lion King, but I always enjoyed it, and if anyone asked me who my favorite Disney Princess was, the answer was always Belle, I think mostly because we had a similar hair color and we both loved books. But as I got a little bit older, maybe around middle school, I started relating to Belle on a much deeper level. Because while I always did have a few close friends, I never really felt like I fit in with my peers. My schoolmates generally thought I was weird, and not that I think most of them cared much about me one way or the other, but sometimes I felt a lot like I was in that opening number, when Belle is walking through town reading and everybody’s singing about how strange she is. Through all of that, Belle is too absorbed in her book to really hear what any of them are saying. And that was a lot like me. I knew I didn’t fit in, but I also didn’t want to if that meant I had to change my interests or who I was. And as I was entering the age when most kids start really caring what other kids think of them, Belle told me it was okay to keep doing my own thing. And that’s around when Beauty and the Beast surpassed The Lion King as my favorite Disney movie. I cannot even begin to guess how many times I had seen it before I started keeping track, but I watched it five times in 2003, three times in 2004, once in each year from 2005 through 2007, twice in 2008, once in 2009, twice in 2010, once in each year from 2011 through 2013, once in 2018, once in 2020, and once in 2022. I think the break between 2013 and 2018 reflects the fact that I only owned it on VHS, and the main VCR I had access to broke around then. My most recent views were on Disney+ as part of my ranking Disney movies project with my brother. We ended up putting Beauty and the Beast at number 2, which I think is a little higher than he would have put it, but we put The Little Mermaid, his favorite, at number 3, which is a little higher than I would have put it, and I like that our ranking reflects our combined taste. I know I was biased, but rewatching it then reminded me of how much I still love this movie. I basically have the whole thing memorized, but every rewatch still feels magical. I recognize that it’s not perfect, but the things I love about it far outweigh the things that bug me about it.
Aside from the protagonist being a more adventurous version of me, the thing I’ve always loved most about this movie is its music. Every note of the score is gorgeous and contributes greatly to the film’s magical tone. The opening notes in particular are beautifully haunting and still give me chills. Every single song is an absolute banger, full of stellar lyrics and delightfully catchy melodies. Belle and its reprise, Gaston and its reprise, Be Our Guest, Something There, The Mob Song, and the Oscar-winning title song are all among the studio’s best numbers. No team of composers can top the magic of Howard Ashman and Alan Menken. They had just triumphed with The Little Mermaid, and they proved that that wasn’t a fluke with these equally impressive jams. Devastatingly, Ashman passed away before Beauty and the Beast was even released, so although he had started working on Aladdin, this would be the final Disney soundtrack written entirely by the two of them. Obviously I still enjoy songs from other Disney movies, but I don’t feel like they quite reach the same level as the Howard Ashman ones. Ashman was also the executive producer of Beauty and the Beast, and he apparently significantly influenced the story, particularly when it came to fleshing out the character of the Beast, so this movie owes a lot to him. Although I don’t want to diminish the work of the screenwriter, Linda Woolverton, who became the first woman to write a Disney animated feature film script.
Knowing that the screenplay was written by a woman and the song lyrics were written by a gay man dying of AIDS in the late 80s to early 90s, it’s not incredibly surprising that the story’s main antagonists are toxic masculinity and mob mentality. Gaston is an unusual Disney villain because he doesn’t have magical powers or political ambitions; he’s just some guy with a giant ego who thinks he is entitled to the prettiest girl in town. He cannot comprehend her rejection (which is an amazing scene), and so he concocts a nefarious scheme to get her father committed to an asylum unless she agrees to marry him. Then when he sees the Beast as a romantic rival, he stirs up the townsfolk into an angry mob to storm the castle that they apparently didn’t even know existed until now, which means if they’d stopped to think for a moment they would have realized the Beast was not actually a threat to their safety, but mob mentality defies logic. The Mob Song is probably the least acclaimed number on the soundtrack, but I think it’s absolutely perfect, particularly the lyric, “We don’t like what we don’t understand, in fact it scares us.” I know there’s been some debate about whether Howard Ashman intended for this movie to make a statement about the AIDS crisis, but you can’t tell me that line doesn’t perfectly apply to anti-LGBT+ attitudes, both then and now. And of course, Gaston is another perfect villain song, in that it’s almost a parody of a hero song. It’s a sort of Mame/Hello Dolly style number, sung by drunken buffoons who are praising the strangest qualities with delightfully tongue-in-cheek lyrics. Gaston eats sixty eggs?! Every morning?!?! I still don’t even really know how to process that, but I appreciate the way that line, as well as the entire song and character of Gaston, perfectly demonstrate the ridiculous standards society places on men to achieve an acceptable level of masculinity, as well as the way society teaches men (particularly straight cis white men) that they are entitled to whatever they want.
The Beast is an interesting contrast to Gaston. (Side note: I know a lot of people consider the Beast’s real name to be Adam, but that came from a video game that was released later, and as far as I can tell it’s not actually canon in the movie, so I’m going to keep referring to him as the Beast.) Anyway, at first, he too suffers from an extreme sense of entitlement. Gaston’s whole planning their wedding and getting it all set up outside her house and then informing her that they were getting married must have seemed almost reasonable to Belle in hindsight after the Beast imprisons her in his castle in the hopes that that will make her learn to love him. But, unlike Gaston, the Beast is willing to learn. He’s been living as a monster for so long that it takes time for him to find his humanity again, but once he does, he releases Belle, and it’s only after that when she grows to love him. I do feel like there is a way to watch this movie and take away the message that you should stay with an abusive partner in the hopes that you can change them, and I want to acknowledge that that has probably caused harm. But I feel like, as I previously said about Cinderella, the general perception of this movie doesn’t actually line up with what it’s really about. This seems to happen to a lot of Disney princesses. No, Cinderella is not just doing chores and waiting around for a man, and no, Ariel did not give up her voice for a man, and no, Belle does not stay in a toxic relationship in order to change a man. Also, it’s 2023, can we all please agree to stop talking about Stockholm syndrome? It was invented by police in the 1970s to discredit a female hostage who had criticized the way they handled the situation she was in, it’s not a real thing. And even if it was, Belle does not love the Beast while she’s his prisoner, nor does she actively seek to change him into the person she wants him to be. He does the work to become a better version of himself, and then she loves him and wants to be around him. I’m not saying that anyone should try to model real life relationships after theirs, but it’s still very important to me for everyone to understand that Belle canonically does not fall in love with her jailor. If she had, the spell would have broken the moment the Beast told her to leave, since that’s when he started truly loving her. She doesn’t love him in return until he has demonstrated that he cares about her happiness and respects her ability to make her own decisions. And it’s totally fair if you don’t think that’s enough for him to earn her forgiveness for the way he treated her at first. But personally I love stories about forgiving people who may or may not deserve it, which is a big part of why I enjoy this movie so much.
I realize that, given how much I’ve complained in previous episodes about how there’s too much romance in movies, it may seem strange how emphatically I’m defending the central romance of Beauty and the Beast, but here’s the thing. It took me a very long time to understand this, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Belle and the Beast’s relationship the same way that alloromantic, allosexual people do. My first glimpse of this was seeing people analyzing their relationship online and saying, among other things, that since Belle fell in love with the Beast before he transformed back into a human, she must be into bestiality. I do think this is mainly said by people who delight in “ruining childhoods” by inserting mature themes into children’s media, which is just…a very weird hobby to have, but it made me realize that I had never seen their relationship as sexual even after the Beast became human. Which, again, I don’t think you’re supposed to because it’s an animated kids’ movie, but what I’m trying to say is that the whole “love implies romance implies sex” mindset had never occurred to me, in general, but also specifically regarding this movie. Because the thing is, the prologue doesn’t say, “if he could learn to fall in romantic and sexual love with another, and earn romantic and sexual love in return, then the spell would be broken”; what it says is “learn to love another.” (Side note: the soundtrack says “and earn their love in return” but the actual movie changes the pronoun to “her” which I find a bit irritating but oh well.) I didn’t have the language for this until recently, but I can say now that I have never seen Belle and the Beast’s relationship as romantic either, at least in the traditional definition of romantic. And I think that’s another part of the reason I was so drawn to this movie in my adolescence. At the age when allo people start developing crushes, the only kind of partnership I was even remotely interested in was what Belle and the Beast had: someone to hang out with and feed birds or have a snowball fight or dance or read or whatever, with big enough living quarters that you could go off and do your own thing when you didn’t want the other person around.
And I don’t know, maybe all of that sounds romantic to some people, and before I knew aromanticism was a thing I probably would have called it romantic too. A lot of people with significant others say that those kinds of things are the best parts of their relationship, but there always seems to be an understanding that romance and sex are necessary aspects of a partnership like that, even if they’re not the most important aspects. Certainly the servants see the development of the Beast and Belle’s relationship as romantic, especially Mrs. Potts, who doesn’t think her son Chip is old enough to hear about it. The song “Something There” is clearly meant to imply that the “something” is romantic love. And yet. Somehow it doesn’t feel the same to me as other romantic love stories, particularly other Disney romantic love stories. Usually the protagonist and the love interest see each other and BAM! Sparks. But Belle and the Beast seem more like people who were forced to be roommates and eventually grew to respect and care about each other. A sort of Elphaba/Galinda dynamic, if you will, although I know a lot of people see their relationship as romantic as well. We are so steeped in the message that the highest and deepest form of love is romantic and sexual, that trying to argue that two people aren’t in romantic love with each other is often seen as trying to lessen their feelings for each other. But there are other very strong forms of love, and Belle and the Beast’s relationship feels to me like it falls outside of the normative romantic standards of our society. I mean, yes, they do kiss, but besides that I feel like most of their positive interactions are things friends could do together. And long before I knew about being aromantic, I knew that if I ever were to get married, I would want it to basically be just like hanging out with a good friend every day. And that’s how I imagine Belle and the Beast’s relationship continues after the events of the movie. Both of them really needed a friend before they met, so I feel like they would both be happy with a close platonic relationship. I’m not trying to claim that this is what the movie meant to imply; I’m just saying that realizing that I didn’t see their relationship as romantic helped reinforce my understanding of my romantic orientation. Also, the VHS tape that I have is the special edition, which includes a deleted scene, part of which involves Belle helping the Beast re-learn how to read, which is very sweet, and which again I think a lot of people could interpret as romantic, but which could also be interpreted as one friend sharing their hobby with another.
The other part of that deleted scene is the song Human Again. This was also added back in when the movie was adapted into a Broadway show, and while I don’t think it’s strictly necessary, I do greatly enjoy the way it further develops the sidekick characters. Even without that number, I find them extremely fascinating. Lots of Disney heroes have sidekicks, but most of them are focused on helping the protagonist and/or love interest purely out of friendship and loyalty. For example, Sebastian, Flounder, and Scuttle try to get Eric to kiss Ariel because they know how much she wants to be human permanently. Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, and the rest of the household objects similarly try to get the Beast and Belle together, but they have their own motivations for doing so. They’re tired of being household objects; they want their human bodies back. And that’s what leads them to give the Beast dating tips and to defend him to Belle, even though he clearly hasn’t been treating them very well. And on top of that, they’re just very fun characters, and their design is so aesthetically appealing. When I was a kid, Lumiere was my favorite, I think mostly because I liked the color yellow and I enjoyed his French accent. Now I’m not sure why if they’re all French only like two characters have French accents, especially since Jerry Orbach normally had an American accent, but whatever, I still love it. As I got older, I realized I was more of a Cogsworth, as a constantly anxious rules-oriented nerd. Cogsworth is also, if not aromantic, at least cynical about romance, as evidenced by his amazing line, “There’s the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep…” which was improvised by David Ogden Stiers, who was gay, so I’m claiming Cogsworth as a queer character. And then of course there’s Angela Lansbury as Mrs. Potts, who didn’t think her voice was strong enough for the title song but then nailed it in one take. She seems a little old to be the mother of a young child, although maybe she adopted Chip? And all the other teacups, whom she refers to as his brothers and sisters? Or maybe the curse made children stop aging, but not adults?
I have so many questions about the timeline of this story. Like, how long is Belle in the castle? In some ways it feels like a few days, and in others, several years. The prologue states that the rose would bloom until the Beast’s 21st year, and Be Our Guest establishes that they’ve been cursed for 10 years – most of which I have to assume they spent choreographing and rehearsing that astonishingly epic number. Holy moly I never get tired of watching that scene, shout out to the forks doing the can-can on the chandelier, but I digress. This 10-year gap between the beginning of the curse and the rose wilting implies that the entire castle was cursed because an 11-year-old child wouldn’t let a stranger into his house, which feels like an incredibly unreasonable response from the enchantress. I suppose the prologue could have meant his 21st year as a beast, so it could have been 10 years between the curse and when Belle first arrived, and then Belle could have been there for 11 years before the last petal fell, but then I don’t understand why it would have taken Belle’s father Maurice that long to go after her, considering the castle could not be more than a few hours by horse away from their village, or why Gaston wouldn’t have given up pursuing her after all that time. Not to mention that nobody seems to have aged. The only explanation that somewhat satisfies me is that perhaps the rose bloomed fully until the Beast turned 21, and then the petals slowly began falling over several years after that, but that still doesn’t really make a ton of sense. Not that it really matters at all, I just like to over-analyze things like this. Anyway, the stage show got around at least some of my questions by changing the prologue to say that the rose would bloom “for many years.” The stage show also changed it so the objects were becoming less animate over time, and when the last petal fell they would be forever frozen, and I like the way that heightens their stakes even more.
While I’m talking about the stage show, I’d like to mention that Beauty and the Beast was the first Disney animated movie to be adapted for Broadway, which I think makes perfect sense because the movie already feels a lot like a Broadway show, especially in terms of the musical numbers. I believe the first national tour was the first live musical I ever saw, when I was around six or seven years old, and it definitely fueled my love of musical theater. I saw it for the second time at the same theatre just last year. It was the first public performance there since the pandemic shutdown, and it was so beautiful and energetic and moving that I sobbed into my mask through most of it. What a wonderful way to be welcomed back to the world of live theater.
Anyway, I know that this story is weird and kind of disturbing and doesn’t make complete sense when you think about it too hard, but it’s told so beautifully that none of that really matters. At its heart, it’s about overcoming prejudices and seeing the humanity in everyone. The Beast was cursed because he was repulsed by the old beggar woman’s appearance. Belle is initially repulsed by his appearance, while he initially sees her as just a means to break the spell. Once they get to know each other as people, they are able to form a deep and powerful connection. Belle has also been very judged for her appearance. The entire opening number is about how the villagers are annoyed that she doesn’t act the way a beautiful girl is supposed to act. And of course Gaston thinks she will be thrilled to marry him, since they are the two most beautiful people in town, apparently. This is an attitude that a lot of asexual people encounter. There seems to be a widespread misconception that asexuality isn’t really a thing, and that people only identify as asexual because they’re not attractive enough to find a partner. So when people like that encounter someone they find attractive who identifies as asexual, they feel the need to “reassure” the asexual person that they’re “too good-looking to be asexual.” It’s kind of similar to the stereotype that only ugly girls are bookish, and that Belle is therefore “funny” for reading while pretty. Because the human brain is so good at finding patterns and categorizing things, even people who don’t try treat others based on stereotypes are unconsciously biased in some way. We always have more to learn about other people. And while it is bittersweet and strange to find that you can change and learn that you were wrong, it’s also incredibly worth it. I love that this movie taught me that at a young age.
Thank you for listening to me discuss – or, more accurately, ramble on about – another of my most frequently rewatched movies. I love this one so much that I find it difficult to articulate my thoughts about it, but hopefully at least some of what I’ve said made a little bit of sense. Beauty and the Beast is my most-rewatched animated film, and therefore the last one I will talk about on this podcast, but I hope you will stay tuned as I struggle to articulate my love for the remaining 16 live-action films on my list. As always, I will leave you with a quote from the next movie: “To do then now would be retro. To do then then was very now-tro, if you will.”
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serephinastardust · 1 year ago
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World building for a new story
I forgot how ocd and perfectionist I can be trying to plan out a small part of a new world. It's only been like 3w before I went, "Fuck this", and free wrote 62 chapters and 76k words.
On the positive note, it's not as bad as 3w ago because I'm using a favorite book as a template in what they had already established in 10 chapters.
- main character
- love interest/ex (same person, its a little weird)
- love interest 2 main friends that help balance his personality
- potential rival to love interest
- background, story starts in a flashback, explanation on love interest/ ex and other imp. Info
- 3 major locations, 2 are only for the beginning, with honorabl mention, 1 will be until the story ends
- an academic institution
- bloodlines
- main character master
- and at least 1 important skill she can still utilize with no cultivation.
- and some family plus antagonist
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Here's me:
- main character
- love interest/ex
- love interest has an opposite gender friend who like girls😅 only reason stayed friends
-bloodlines involving kitsune, planned out dormant skills and non dormant, and true v. Divine, and considered hybrid lines
-drew a map of wear mc was banished to and how to traverse back to capital when story gets there.
-she will be a healer, but made it extremely difficult to hit divine level. Needs to of 4 healing practices to reach level 5 grand master, with adequate knowledge, like anatomy hitting that level (though knowledge groups aren't leveled perse), with needing to master everything being top level.
- created a basic family tree for her clan, mother, grandparents, aunt, uncles, cousin, and who's missing, plus birth order of thw grandkids
- created a list of top noble familes, and where main characters family would be if shit didn't hit the fan.
-a family that has the potential to get the same family born into them like the main characters, and made 1 antagonist from there.
-only have the king created for the royal family
-created Master Fox for the main character
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Things I still should consider:
- cultivation ranks by stage
- if anyone who dislike MC has a title from an important place like divine lord or sacred lady...etc. And what power house bestow it. And that's if I put it in the early chapters.
-how much detail I want to go into for cultivation arts (that could be 10 rants and then some)
-how many obsticles and how much hate talk I truely want to put my main character through
- and what is her personality? Is she still happy go lucky, as she is more mature than her age lets on
- etc.
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Writers block turned to this, but now I don't know how to plan out what I'm working on, so new stories it it😅
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gwenivere · 1 year ago
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       *    💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you? ✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting? 🎮— favorite video game(s)? 🖊— any tattoos? 🍰 — favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🐶 — any pets? 📕 — favorite book/series? 😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself? 💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you. !!          ›          @manaborn      ,   prompt   [ … ]   accepting
💘 — what and / or who do you consider near and dear to you? obviously , at the top of my list , there's my family , composed of my mother , father and younger sibling .   also high up there is my girlfriend , carmen , who was also one of my first partners on here funnily enough .   these four , alongside my best friend , are the people i consider the closest and dearest to me .   in terms of objects , i'd have to answer books and tea , if only because i love both and they play an instrumental part in my daily life .   i would also consider my job to be something near and dear to me , if only because i'm lucky enough that i get to do something everyday that makes me happy .
✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting ? there are two places i consider to be the most interesting .   the first is sidney by the sea , a small town on the island of vancouver in western canada .   sidney by the sea is the country's sole booktown , and i had the privilege to spend an afternoon roaming through all of the various bookstores before watching the sun set in the sea at the nearby beach .   it's a wonderful place , if you can afford to go .   the other interesting place i've traveled to is lebanon .   i might be biased since i'm lebanese on my father's side , but i genuinely think the entire country is gorgeous and worth visiting , and i miss going there , although it's harder to visit now that my grandparents have both passed away .   i also sometimes joke with my family that lebanon is the only place in the world where you can choose to go ski in the morning and go to the beach in the evening .
🎮 — favorite video game(s) ? bloodborne is my favorite game ever , but other games i enjoy include the soulsborne series , identity v , the dishonored series , celeste and the house in fata morgana .   i also want to try splatoon , in spite of being bad at shooters , lol .   
🖊 — any tattoos ? unfortunately , no , since i'm scared of needles .   i was toying with the idea of getting the scarlet wing's flower or the red butterfly from mia goodwin's tomboy down the line , but since i'm approaching my thirties , i'm debating on whether or not i should since i am starting to consider myself too old for tattoos .   
🍰 — favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s) ? i'm fond of french pastries , mostly st. honoré cakes and religieuses , as well as more traditional lebanese sweets like qatayef and kadaif .   i also like strawberry shortcakes and mochis , as well as most gummies , peach rings especially .
🐶 — any pets ? none unfortunately , although i'd like to have one in the future once my girlfriend and i move in together .   i'd like to have a cat , but my sibling's allergic , so maybe a dog .
📕 — favorite book/series ? there are too many to enumerate , but some of my favorites include paradise rot by jenny hval , my sister the serial killer by oyinkan braithwaite , drive your plow over the bones of the dead by olga tokarczuk , her body and other parts by carmen maria machado , all's well by mona awad and nous , anastasia r. by patrice ordas and patrick cothias  ( which is available in french only )  .   in terms of series , i'm quite fond of the radiant emperor series by shelley parker-chan , the burning kingdom series by tasha suri and the magic of the lost series by c.l. clark .   books i'm looking forward to are silver nitrate by silvia moreno-garcia  ( which will include lebanese-mexican rep !! )  and a study in drowning by ava reid  ( my latest hyperfixation ) .
😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself ? read and drink tea .   i also enjoy listening to music on my phone , although i am lucky enough to own a couple of cds by some of my favorite artists .   walking and exploring the nearby city is also something i enjoy doing by myself , alongside visiting bookstores or the national library .
😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself ? read and drink tea .   i also enjoy listening to music on my phone , although i am lucky enough to own a couple of cds by some of my favorite artists .   walking and exploring the nearby city is also something i enjoy doing by myself , alongside visiting bookstores or the national library .
💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you. 1. my favorite flowers are lilac , hortensia and lavender .   2. i work as a teacher specialized in teaching immigrant kids and teens .   3 . my copy of a river through time  ( the first guinevere jones book by random house australia )   is signed by tamara hope , who played gwen in the show .
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marzipanandminutiae · 7 months ago
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much as I love this mental image too, it's very unlikely that their grandparents stole it
not only was giving a nice gift (that cost you nothing because you already owned it) to a domestic worker in your house commonplace for a long time- especially to upper-level service staff like ladies' maids, valets, housekeepers, butlers, etc. -but you have to remember that it's this person's entire career on the line if they're caught. they might never work again in the only field where they have any experience or training. also possibly jail time because you KNOW those lords would prosecute
on top of that, a lot of them were probably deep in the religious and/or social attitude that Stealing At All Ever was extremely wrong. sure, they were human beings with the same reasoning ability we have now and like...the book Les Miserables and such (after the 1830s) but stealing to eat is a far cry from stealing your employer's trinket and keeping it, morally speaking
so some of the treasures may have been stolen, but I doubt most of them were
(my favorite story about Giving Personal Items To The MaidTM was a late Victorian lady's maid who found herself gifted a bunch of just-outdated couture gowns from her mistress. she sent them home to her family in...Yorkshire, I think? but they couldn't wear them for fear of someone thinking one of the sisters had a sugar daddy or something. cut to the present day and this random family in Yorkshire has a cache of nearly-pristine Worth gowns in storage, almost never worn after Lady Fancypants gave them away)
(I can't find the source right now but I definitely read that somewhere)
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2, 16, and 29!
Awwww thank you!!! ♥️✨♥️✨♥️
2. My favorite color is yellow! It has been since I was a little kid, and now I just find it so comforting (my mom said it was almost blue though.) I wrote a silly little poem about it in English class when I was little. These days I think green is a close second because it makes my mind feel clean and alive?
16. I feel most at home at my grandparent’s house, though it feels really empty now that they’re gone. I practically grew up there as my mom went to nursing school when I was two and I spent a lot of time with them (when I wasn’t at preschool.) And when I was a baby I lived there for a while before my parents divorced. They lived in the middle of nowhere almost and there were so many trees to climb. My Grampa built a huge playhouse for me to put on my plays, he painted it all kinds of colors (yellow, pink, red, blue), but my aunt painted it gray and white a few years ago. The monkey bars he built me are still there but the sandbox has been turned into a garden and the swings were given away. Some of my favorite trees were struck by lightning a few years ago. Some of the lights don’t turn on until you touch them, the stairs are steep, but I can run down them at top speed bound across the landing and slide across the kitchen floor in seconds, and if it rains enough there are billions of wild blueberries. It’s still the closest I’ve ever felt to home and we were really really close.
29. When I was a kid I collected so many things! My mom always called me a packrat. I really loved that episode of Winnie The Pooh after that and would ransack the kitchen for shiny things (like copper measuring spoons, and those little tea strainers that looked like houses) with a pillowcase. I was really into rocks though. I had buckets full. My Grampa bought a tumbler and made me a necklace once. As an adult I guess, I somewhat casually? Collect Taylor merch. It’s kind of impossible to be a completist because it’s so hard to get some of the merch due to scalping. And the last time I ordered rare vinyl it got stolen in the mail, or miss delivered and never returned, who really knows? I have more lipstick than anyone should ever own, my room is overflowing with books. But mostly, I think I collect little trinkets. A broken watch with a moon in it, a little plastic flower candle holder, those clear pacifier beads they used to make, every letter or note anyone ever sent me, little jingle bells I had as kid, vintage tins and candy dishes, old perfume bottles, a unicorn music box, a few old starcastles. As for hobbies I really like movies and I like to make people unhinged gifts sometimes. I like vintage cameras, though film can be expensive so I don’t take as many pictures as I would like. I’m trying to get back into beads and I’ve been trying to learn Enchanted on the kalimba (I wanted to learn the smallest man who ever lived but I couldn’t find a tutorial for that and I can only read vocal music.)
It was so sweet of you to send me asks!! ✨💖🌙
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Ask game! Hope you’re having a good day :]
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Hi! Day's going well, slow and nice and hot (thank God for ice cream).
Now let's get to those asks! ^_^
3. favourite quote?
That's tough... I have several favorite quotes from different media... I'm gonna put my top 3:
"Look kid, everyone wants to believe they're "chosen". But if we all waited around for a prophecy to make us special, we'd die waiting. That's why you have to choose yourself." From The Owl House
"Maybe in the end... we are what we are and nothing more. Neither what our grandparents were, nor what our parents were... Isn't that what you believe?" From In The Nick Of Time
"Pain is about being human, Xemnas." "Really? It must take... incredible strength." From Kingdom Hearts 3
7. what is your love language?
A mix of touch, words of affirmation and acts of service.
15. you can only wear one colour for the rest of your life, what colour is it?
Probably blue. Actually come to think of it, a good amount of my clothes is some shade of blue. Purple is a really close second.
26. you can only read one book for the rest of your life. what book is it?
Part of me is thinking this question came because of my post about finishing Loveless yesterday. And yes, that's the one I'd pick! It is such a good book!
39. you can dye your hair any colour and it would look good regardless, what colour are you dying it?
Purple or blue. Oh, maybe both! Maybe blue with purple highlights! Or starting blue and changing into purple! It would be so pretty!
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msmercury84 · 10 months ago
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"I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm
South Philadelphia, New Year's Eve, 1945"
From "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny."
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"Off with my overcoat, off with my gloves. Who needs an overcoat, I'm burning with love. My heart's on fire and the flame grows higher. So I can weather the storm. What do I care how much it may storm? I've got my love to keep me warm."I
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Author's Note: Some sections are for readers over 18 years of age. In other words, smut warning. The expression "And how!" was popular with Bill Guarnere's generation. He used the expression in the book he wrote with Babe Heffron and I heard my grandparents use the expression, too. The depiction of Bill is based upon the actor's portrayal in the movie.*
A snowstorm was underway in South Philadelphia on New Year's Eve. Blowing and drifting snow made going out undesirable for the Guarneres and no one planned to visit them due to the weather. Since the storm was predicted in the newspaper and on the radio earlier in the week, Leigh ensured that she had everything she needed for a nice supper. She also made sure that the dress Bill gave her for Christmas was cleaned, pressed and ready to wear.
When Leigh returned home from work, it was much later in the afternoon. The snow caused the city buses to run late. She started to prepare supper and put a bottle of champagne in a bucket filled with ice. Employees of the CBS affiliate got champagne along with their Christmas bonuses.
She set about making a very elaborate antipasto while she cooked some steaks that came from her grandpa's farm. Leigh decided to make some spaghetti sauce with Italian sausage to go with some homemade pasta.
Earlier in the week, Bill mentioned that he would enjoy having a small serving of pasta "wit' that good gravy ya make" the next time they had steaks.
Leigh got a good recipe from Augusta for a marinade that was great for beef. The day before New Year's Eve, she combined garlic, red wine, some salt, a dash of pepper and a hint of oregano.
Prior to placing the steaks in the marinade, Leigh used a meat tenderizer on both sides of the steaks. Then, the steaks were placed in a baking dish. The marinade was poured over the meat. A lid was placed on the baking dish and the steaks marinated for 24 hours.
Since a snowstorm was going on, supper was later than usual. Traffic was crawling on all of the major thoroughfares. As the steaks simmered in a skillet, Leigh put on her new red dress, black stockings, a black lace garter belt, a black lace bra, black silk panties and her favorite black open toed high heeled pumps. She touched up her makeup, brushed her hair and headed back to the kitchen.
Leigh turned on the radio to have music playing while she finished the special supper. She donned an apron made of material with tiny red roses. Protecting her favorite dress was top priority.
A good bottle of red wine was open to allow it to 'breathe' before she put it into a decanter. Leigh used her best china plus the crystal wine glasses from the Andrews Sisters. The champagne flutes from the famed trio would be used for a midnight toast to the new year.
When Bill got home from work, he embraced and kissed Leigh after hanging up his snow covered coat on a coat tree in the kitchen and putting his gloves on the coat tree to dry.
"Baby, I love that new dress (he pronounced the word as 'dat'). You look like ten million bucks. Good thing we're stayin' in tonight. The snow is really comin' down an' the wind is ice cold. It kinda reminds me o' the Christmas Eve snowstorm in Aldebourne.
"Thanks, Honey." She winked, adding, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
"What's goin' on, Sweetheart? Sounds like you're up to somethin'."
"You'll see, be patient. I'll make it worth the waiting."
Guarnere went  upstairs to put on a clean dress shirt after shaving. The atmosphere in the house was cozy, with the Christmas decorations, a fire in the living room fireplace and music on the radio.
Leigh set the table and lit the candles in cut glass candle holders. Bill helped her get supper served. He pulled out the chair for her to be seated at the dining room table. Leigh thanked him. Then, he sat down and asked the blessing.
After they finished their supper, Bill told her,
"Baby, that was one hell of a good meal. Ya went all out wit' the fancy dishes an' wine glasses. Everythin' was perfect. We couldn't get food this good from the best restaurants uptown." Leigh was pleased that he enjoyed supper.
"Thanks, Bill. Let me get the dishes and then we can get ready to celebrate the new year."
"Nothin' doin', Leigh. I'm helpin' wit the dishes. How 'bout I wash an' you dry? That way, your dress won't get ruined.
"That sounds like a good idea, Honey.  A sweet, sexy man bought that dress for me." Bill grinned,
"I've gotta admit that guy has excellent taste in buyin' broads' clothes." Leigh playfully raised her eyebrows,
"Oh, so now I'm a broad, not your baby or your sweetheart?" She went into the kitchen to get her apron. Guarnere followed Leigh and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, gently pulling her close to him.
"Ya little devil. You know you'll always be my baby an' my sweetheart. I'm gonna tell ya what ya tell me sometimes, you're a sexy smart ass. Speakin' of a sexy ass, that dress shows it off to perfection." Leigh giggled,
"Thank you, kind sir. Flattery will get you everywhere with me." Bill let go of her and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Leigh put on her apron.
"That's good to know. We'd better get to work before we get up to somethin'. I'll bring in the dishes an'  I promise to be real careful wit' 'em."
After Bill brought in the plates, silverware and wine glasses, Leigh put the leftover antipasto into a container that went into the refrigerator. While they cleaned and dried the dishes, Bill and Leigh talked about the way they had spent the past New Year's Eves since they got together. After the last dish was dried and put away, Leigh removed her apron and placed it on the kitchen counter. She embraced Bill,
"This year is very special. Not only because it's our first New Year's Eve as man and wife. It's extra special because, thank God, you survived." Guarnere tenderly kissed her.
"The man upstairs done most o' the work keepin' me alive, but you helped by cookin' for me an' bein' there for me. I owe you a hell of a lot, Baby."
"Thanks, Honey. You don't owe me anything. Getting married more than made up for everything. I was hoping to be your wife for a long time." Leigh had a smirk very similar to Bill's smirk when she added, "All you owe me is a good time later tonight."
"Oh, you can count on me givin' ya an extra good time later tonight, Sweetheart. Ol' Guarnere loves to satisfy a certain lady." Leigh got on her tip toes and playfully kissed the tip of his nose,
"And how! Remember when Perconte said he "really enjoyed Christmas Eve with the Guarneres," I was daydreaming about being your wife and having dinner guests over to visit us as I looked out the window at the snow coming down in Aldebourne." 
"I asked ya what ya thought of Perconte sayin' that 'cause I wanted to know how ya felt about gettin' married someday. I was a happy man when I knew ya liked the sound o' what he said.
Do ya suppose they'll still broadcast the Guy Lombardo show on the radio tonight? We could have some nice music for our party here at home."
"Yes, Honey, it's scheduled for tonight. I saw the show on our schedule at work. New York City wasn't supposed to have as much snow as we have. The show should be starting in about ten minutes."
"I'll go ahead an' get the CBS channel on the radio so we don't miss anythin'." Bill went to the radio and got it on the desired station. 
"I have the champagne chilling, do you want me to bring it in?"
"Not yet, Baby. Let's wait 'til it's closer to midnight so we can toast the new year. I really enjoyed New Year's Eve in Aldebourne when ya played the piano an' sang. Too bad there's no piano here, I'd love to hear ya playin' an' singin'". Leigh sat on the couch with Bill. He got a cigarette out of a pack on the table, lit it and settled back to cuddle with Leigh and listen to the radio.
"I'd love to have a piano, but they're so expensive. Truth be told, I miss playing the piano."  Guarnere put his right arm around her shoulder and held the cigarette in his left hand so Leigh wouldn't accidentally get burned.
"Maybe someday I can buy a piano for ya."
"That would be wonderful." They listened to the live broadcast, enjoying the music. A half hour later, the band began to play "Moonlight Serenade." Bill stood up and stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Would ya like to dance, Sweetheart?" 
"Yes." Guarnere took Leigh's hand and they walked to the middle of the living room floor. Bill pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her as Leigh wrapped her arms around his neck. They swayed to the music, looking into each other's eyes. 
"This reminds me of a very special night at Ft. Benning and our wedding reception."
"I guess this is our song. You're lookin' as beautiful as ya did both times we danced to this an' I'm still crazy in love wit' ya."
"I'm  still crazy in love with you, too, Handsome." Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss. After the kiss ended, she added, "Our first New Year's Eve was when you gave me my angel necklace."
"You must love it 'cause you're always wearin' it."
"I adore it." The song ended and they sat on the couch.
"I'm still wearin' the St. Michael medal, even though the war is over. I think it helped save my life. Baby, ya don't know this, but I was standin' outside the door to Teresa's bedroom.
I wanted to know if ya really liked the necklace. I don't think it's right to eavesdrop, but it paid off. I went to bed wit' a big smile on my face when I heard ya tell Teresa that you were crazy 'bout me."
They continued to listen to the radio and talk. At 11:45, Bill got up, went into the kitchen and got the bucket containing the chilled champagne from the refrigerator.
Next, he carefully put the crystal champagne flutes on a small platter and carried the platter into the living room. 
"How 'bout a drink, Baby?" 
"I'll have a glass or two, but that's all. I want to enjoy and remember what we do tonight."
"No heavy drinkin' for me, either, 'cause I wanna make love to you." He removed the foil from the top of the
champagne bottle and popped the cork. Bill poured some champagne into both flutes. He raised his glass,
"To my sweet, sexy angel.  Seems like ya understood me from the day we met. You're a blessin', Baby. I'm lookin' forward to what ya got planned." Leigh gently touched her glass to Bill's,
"To the handsome love of my life, you're a blessing, too. I plan to make you very hot and hard." Guarnere winked at her,
"That's my sassy angel." They sipped the champagne.
"It ain't bad. Matter o' fact I like this fancy soda pop." Leigh grinned at Bill's comment.
"It is pretty good. The champagne you got the night you proposed was the best I'd ever had."
"That guy at the front desk (the concierge) really knew his stuff." Soon, the radio featured the voices of party goers along with Guy Lombardo, counting down the seconds until the new year.
While the band played the traditional "Auld Lang Syne", Bill pulled Leigh close to him and gave her a gentle kiss at the stroke of midnight. The kiss quickly deepened and became passionate. When the kiss ended, Bill gently cupped Leigh's face in his hands.
"Happy New Year, Baby. I love you."
"I love you, too, Honey. Happy New Year. They shared another kiss and finished drinking the champagne in their glasses. Leigh got up from the couch.
"As they say in the movies, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She had a saucy grin as she added, "Don't go anywhere or start without me, you handsome dream boat." Guarnere had a wicked grin.
"Oh, I ain't goin' nowhere, Sweetheart. I'll wait right here for ya." Leigh went upstairs to the bathroom. She put in her diaphragm, washed her hands and reapplied her red lipstick.
Then she lightly powdered her face, touched up her minimal blush and mascara. She left the bathroom and went into their bedroom where she carefully hung up her dress. Then, Leigh got the red silk bra and tap panties set Bill bought her for Christmas out of its box in her dresser drawer. She got the matching red silk kimono from Julia from her side of the closet.
Before removing her panties and bra, Leigh opened her jewelry box on top of her dressing table and got out the red rose made of ribbon that graced the top of her birthday gift when she was living in  Aldebourne.Leigh got some bobby pins and carefully pinned the rose in her hair, placing it above her left ear. Satisfied with her efforts to secure the rose, she removed her bra, panties and slip, placing the items into the clothes hamper by the chest of drawers.
She put on the bra and tap panties. The panties covered her garter belt and her black silk stockings remained on. Next, she took off her black pumps and took them to the closet, placing
them in the shoebox in which they came.Leigh got out a shoebox containing red pumps she bought at a clearance sale in a department store. The pumps, with stiletto heels, were a perfect match for her lingerie.
She left the bedroom and stood at the head of the stairs. 
"Baby, are you ready to have a good time?" Bill had a big smile on his face as he watched her walk down the stairs. Leigh paused at the foot of the stairs and untied the kimono. She turned around and slowly exposed her shoulders and her back before she let the robe drop to the floor.
Knowing that Bill would enjoy the view, she bent over to pick up the robe. Her tap panties went up slightly in the back to show a small area of her behind. Guarnere once again had a wicked grin on his face. She draped the robe over one arm and walked toward him. 
"Do you see anything you like, big boy?"
"Oh, hell, yes! Baby, ya look like the hottest goddamn pinup girl in the world! That outfit an' those shoes are really doin' somethin' to me." He stood up and walked over to where Leigh stood. Bill gently pulled her close to him,
"You're beautiful, Sweetheart. Absolutely perfect an' you look as sexy as ya did in Paris." 
"Thanks, Honey." Bill gently nipped at one of Leigh's ear lobes before kissing her neck. He delighted in her slightly shivering when his lips gently sucked the skin on her neck. Guarnere whispered into her ear,
"Does my angel like that?"
"Oh, yes! I love it." His hands moved down to cup her ass.
"Baby, your body was made to drive a man crazy. It should be against the law for ya to wear clothes. 'course I don't want anybody else seein' ya naked. I wish you'd go around the house just wearin' what the man upstairs gave ya."
They exchanged slow, sensual kisses. Leigh eagerly allowed Bill's tongue to enter her mouth. She sucked on the tip of it, provoking a soft groan from him. Leigh felt his hard cock pressing against her. She broke the kiss for a moment, stepping back to allow enough room for her hand to surround and gently squeeze his cock. Guarnere made a hissing sound through clenched teeth. She massaged him through the fabric of his trousers.
"Oh, Baby, that feels so damn good." Leigh unbuttoned his dress shirt, licking, kissing and sucking the skin on his neck and chest. Bill moved his hand inside the tap panties to cup her bare ass. He moved one hand to the front of the tap panties.
Guarnere smiled as he felt the obvious sign of her arousal. Leigh gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit. A few minutes later, she slightly shuddered as she came. Bill picked her up,
"How 'bout we take this to the bedroom?"
"We can't get there fast enough." Guarnere quickly carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed as he turned on the light and walked over to pull down the shades.Bill removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He sat on a corner of their bed to take off his shoes and socks. Then, he removed his trousers and boxer shorts, letting them join his shirt on the floor. He removed his artificial leg and sat up in the bed.
Leigh grinned and took off her red stiletto heeled shoes. She started to remove her bra, but Bill told her,
"Baby, leave it on, just for a little bit. Same wit' the panties, too. I got an idea. One time in Aldebourne, ya made love to me an' said it was all for me. I wanna do the same for you. Don't get me wrong, I still wanna make love wit' ya. 
How 'bout sittin' in front of me on the bed?" She got on the bed and did as Bill asked. He pulled her as close to him as possible and wrapped his arms around her.
"Just relax in my arms, Sweetheart, an' let me take care o' you." He kissed Leigh's neck, knowing how much she loved it. Bill caressed her shoulders and allowed his hands to roam lower.
"Baby, you have the most beautiful breasts." Leigh thanked him for his compliment.
"That isn't exactly what you wanted to say, is it, Honey?" Guarnere grinned, knowing that she would be aroused by him saying something off color.
"Ya little devil. You know how I think. I've always loved your tits. They're so goddamn gorgeous." Bill nibbled her ear, noticing that she slightly trembled with passion. He added, "Christ, Leigh, you've got it in spades! You have a sweet, sexy ass an' you know I love your beautiful pussy." He paused to once again suck on the soft skin at the junction of her neck and right shoulder. Bill loved hearing the sounds of passion Leigh made.
Guarnere slowly pushed her bra straps down, uncovering her breasts. He told her, speaking in a soft, low voice,
"I'm glad I bought this set for ya. Sweetheart, red silk looks so good on you. Now, how 'bout I take off this bra so I can give those beautiful tits some attention?" 
"I'm more than ready." Bill unhooked her bra and carefully put it on the small table by his side of the bed. He caressed her breasts with both hands as she leaned back against his chest. Then, he gently rubbed her erect nipples with his fingertips. Leigh started to moan softly.
"Your body was made for makin' love." He began to tug on her nipples. Leigh's breathing quickened. Bill kept on tugging on her nipples, knowing she could come from this stimulation. Soon, she slightly trembled in his arms. Guarnere was pleased that he made her come again. He moved his hands slowly down her body, all the while whispering in her ear,
"Such a beautiful baby. You're a fuckin' goddess. I wish I could take pictures of ya completely naked." Leigh trembled again, the idea of posing for Bill was making her even more aroused. He slid the tap panties down her hips. Leigh briefly got out of bed to removed the panties, the garter belt and her stockings. She eagerly got back on the bed and sat facing away from Bill, leaning against him. 
Guarnere wrapped his arms around her. He had picked up on the fact that his words inflamed her desire. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered,
"You'd like that, wouldn't ya, Sweetheart? Posin' just for me." She answered in a breathy voice,
"Oh, yes!" 
"I'd start out askin' ya to hold those perfect tits in your hands. It would make ya hotter than hell if I asked ya to play with those sweet nipples, wouldn't it?"
"Mmmm...yes, it would." 
"I'd want ya to spread your legs an' let me get a nice close up picture o'  that beautiful pussy. You would already be kinda wet, wouldn't ya?" Bill was enjoying the effect his words had on Leigh. She was trembling a little more and her breathing was starting to speed up.
"Yes, Baby, my pussy would be very hot and wet." Guarnere groaned, his cock was rock hard, but he was determined to give Leigh as much pleasure as possible. He continued to whisper in her ear,
"Hearin' you say that is hot as hell. I'd ask ya to touch yourself."
"Oh, God! I'd do it for you, Baby." Bill grinned.
"Then, I'd move close enough to taste ya..." Leigh gasped, imagining the feel of his lips on her sex. Guarnere began to caress the soft curls between her legs. 
"My angel's enjoyin' this, ain't no doubt about it. You're so wet, Baby." He stroked a few fingers up and down the open lips of her sex.
"Oh, Bill!' 
Then, he began to gently rub her clit.
"Your body was made for fuckin', too, an' you're so good at fuckin'!"
Leigh was almost panting due to his words and the way his finger stimulated her clit. She moved against him, feeling his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass.
Bill rubbed her clit a little faster. Leigh couldn't speak, she just moaned louder. Soon, her hips jerked up involuntarily as another orgasm washed over her. Guarnere continued to hold her and he kissed her neck as she came. When she had recovered, he asked,
"What way does my baby wanna make love? Do ya want me to love ya wit' my tongue and lips?" Leigh got on her knees, facing him,
"Bill, you know I love that, but right now, I need that hard cock inside me!" She surprised him by straddling him and quickly lowering herself onto his cock. He held her hips as she rode him hard and fast. Bill loved her breasts bouncing in front of him and he managed to wrap his lips around one nipple to suck it. 
This made her go faster. Guarnere knew he couldn't last very long this way, but he wasn't about to tell Leigh to slow down or stop. All he could do was thrust up into her. His groaning got louder.
"Oh, fuck, yes! So good, Baby!"
Leigh felt a tremendous orgasm building. She called out his name, not giving a damn if the neighbors heard her. When he felt her sex contracting around him, it pushed Bill over the edge.
"Goddamn!"  They held each other as they came. After they got their breathing rates back to normal,  Bill held onto her and gently turned on his side, letting her onto the bed.
Guarnere withdrew from her and then pulled the sheet up to cover them. He held her close, stroking her back as Leigh wrapped her arms around him. 
"Oh, Honey, that was wild and wonderful."
"You're amazin', Sweetheart." He gently kissed her. 
"You're pretty amazin', too, Bill. That was heavenly, although we didn't behave like angels." Guarnere chuckled,
"You're so damn good when you're not actin' like an angel. Let me get the rest o' the covers pulled up so we don't get too cold. Once Bill covered himself and Leigh with the sheet and a blanket, he lay beside her. Leigh put her head on his chest and Guarnere wrapped his arms around her. 
They were too exhausted to think of turning off the light or bathing. Before sleep claimed them, Leigh made Bill laugh and kiss her when she said,
"Baby, we definitely started the new year off with a bang."
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Every child is born into a new family. The family that I was born into had no other children. I was gonna turn out to be either an only child or a big brother.
I was born into a house on Parsells Avenue which my parents had bought from my grandparents who moved to Holcomb. Our house on Parsells had an upstairs a downstairs an attic and a basement. For some reason, I was afraid of the attic but loved the cellar. The cellar even had a coal bin within which I enjoyed playing and making a mess.
My father had a workroom which fascinated me in its organization but never interested me as much as his bookshelves. I opened every book on that shelf and over the years I have read many of them including Walden, In Dubious Battle, Arrowsmith, Tom Sawyer, Animal Farm and many others. My favorite was Pinocchio which contained a particularly horrifying picture of Monstro the whale.
None of those original books have made it into my library although Pinocchio came close.
I do have one heirloom from that library and it is a curious one. The survivor is a catalogue and price list for the Match Corporation of America out of Chicago published in 1949. It is one of my most prized possessions.
I had to be at least four years old the first time that I saw it. It didn't look like other books. The cover was embossed leather, black red and white. When I opened it for the first time, I immediately became obsessed. The book was filled with sample match packs of different quality, style and expense. Every match pack was designed to catch the eye of a potential customer as well as to feature certain specific lines of business.
According to the text on pager 10.
Colors have great advertising value. Skillfully employed, they are a powerful stimulus. The right color treatment can make a picture of a fireplace look hotter…..a summer lake or an iced drink cooler.
The stimulus and color treatments started working on me. My father was a fireman so from my earliest days, I had a respect for fire and would never play with matches. Perhaps I substiuted that taboo with a passion for looking at matchbook covers rather than lighting matches.
During the summers, we spent glorious days at our cottages on Canandaigua Lake both of which were built by my grandfather after many a cool drink.
I'm figuring that the late forties and early fifties were the golden days of matchbook advertising, an advertising angle that was based upon good will and let's face it; smoking.
Watch movies from this era. Everybody is smoking. Watch the seductive method in which femme fatales accept a light from their victims; the touch of the fingertips to steady the match, the look into the eyes. and then the blow.Yeah, ya know.
So everybody liked to carry matches around just in case somebody wanted to strike up a conversation with that suggestive question, "Hey there, gotta match."
Book matches were an excellent way for businesspeople to give their customers and prospects an item that would be in continual use while serving as a daily necessity.
"Book matches are always on the job rendering essential service every hour of the day and night. As they serve, they repeat your advertising message constantly, insistently but inoffensively. Book matches are never refused when offered and are rarely if ever thrown away until the last match in the book has done its job."
Today, I took the book off the library shelf in my Southern home again. Yup, the catalogue survived our trip to Carolina. I opened the book for the first time in decades and I remembered even more secrets about the book and its influence on my life.
Amidst the dozens of matchbook front covers, top folds (saddles) and back covers neatly adhesed to the pages of the catalogue, there was an ironic total absence of matches as the adhesion to the printed page was made where the matches and the inside covers would have been if the models were complete and functional.
As for the missing matches themselves, they would have been carefully designed to avoid delayed action sputtering and fireworks. Each match head would have been carefully dipped into an ignition material to assure quick flaming with velvet smoothness. Each missing match would offer an equal distribution of ignition on every well formed striking head.
Die cutters used strong sturdy board was used for the creation of perfectly uniform match stems stems, which would always be stiff and firm always stiff to assure the reduction of bending and breaking. The collection of match heads in each book was carefully centered and stitched into the covers.
All of these qualities can only be imagined due to the adhesion of the sample books to the catalogue.
What can still be appreciated even after all these years are the front covers, the back covers the saddles and the striking surface.
The striking surface itself is smooth, even, responsive and prepared with exacting standards.
The manufacturers selected the paper stock of the covers based upon toughness, texture and smooth retentive coating. Skillful artists created the designs created using fine inks from skillfully etched engravings.
The matches can only be imagined like the places that the books advertised: The Nook on Roosevelt Blvd in Philadlephia Pa. The Nook was a "friendly place" where "you are a stranger but once" or Kit's Cocktail Lounge 333 A Street in Oxnard California; "a continental spot, you'll like a lot" or The Blue Moon 8436 Jefferson where the customers can dine and dance and "everybody has a good time".
I was so little at the time that I didn't even know what a "cocktail' was but it looked like the people ont covers were having a good time. These were all Sunburst quality designs. Someone had removed order 3106-SB from the catalogue which always bothered me. Who would do such a thing? Why would anybody want to ruin perfection.
There was a lot that I didn't understand as a child some of which still remains a mystery.
I have learned the importance of careful design, avoiding accidental fireworks, equal distribution of ignition, stiff resistance, centering, exact standards, smooth and even response, toughness, texture, reduction of breakage and retentive coating.
I'm gonna need all the emotional help I can gather from my learning resources, as my lifelong friend Johnny passed away yesterday. The calls are coming in and going out.
I got the call while composing this very piece
I showed him the book sixty five years ago.
Today he's Order 3106 SB.
Unlike 3106 SB, however, Johnny is gone but not ripped off. He led a full life and lived it according to his toughness, standards, measured ignition, indomitability, responsivity and good will.
We never know when we're gonna put away childish things. The last time that I opened the catalogue was the day that I showed Johnny the book. I think we paused at the pin-up matchbooks which I had once thought forbidden but had long since been blown away by Playboy magazine. We were good Catholic boys.
Sixty years have passed between the time I opened the book for Johnny which was the last time that I had opened the catalogue for anybody including myself. The catalogue had a brief hey day around the time, five years earlier, when Jimmy Welsh, Tom Bissonette, Mike Drexel, Richard Insalaco, Feeb and I embarked upon a stamp collecting fad that lasted about six months.
We all got these cheap stamp books and started collecting. Woolworth's and Neisner's downtown sold small bags of cancelled stamps and we all thought that we'd find a treasure amongst these throwaways. Hundred stamps cost a quarter which was the equivalent of five packs of baseball cards.
We bought those sticky things that you put on the back of the stamps to make them adhere and went about with our collections. My stamp book was a goddamned mess. Stamps in wrong places. Stamps losing their adhesive and dangling every time that I opened the book. The disorganized mess that was the stamp book revealed my lack of maintenace skills and disdain for organization.
My buddies would come over and bring their stamp books and we would compare collections. I would be continually surprised at the comparative shittiness of my collection. One day I got an idea, whenever my friends came over with their collections, I claimed that I had never really been a stamp collector and that my real passion was collecting match books. I would take out the catalogue with its formidable organization and consistent adhesion and present that book as my "collection." Most of my friends were amazed and some were scandalized/aroused when they happened over to the pin up section which I tried to avoid as near occasions of sin leading to temptation and awkward confession.
Hence, I gathered a false reputation as a fastidious collector who knew how to organize, adhese and value.. even as our innocence was slipping way like our boyhoods.
Fortunately for me, the stamp collecting craze ended as quickly as it began and I could put the catalogue away before my gimmick was discovered. I only took it out that one last time.
Baseball cards replaced stamps. I took care of those cards and still have many of them today.
I became friends with Johnny. We were together in the classroom of Sister Matthias in fifth grade. He sat across the room from me but when something unusual happened in the class or Sister made a joke or Father Feeney came in and started challenging us to think beyond the catechism, we would look across the room at each other and laugh. We both understood something about each other and the world that was common knowledge to us but hidden from others.
Many of the folks to whom I showed the catalogue and the baseball cards and the stamps are no longer with us although they remain with me in spirit and thus add soul to my cards and catechism to the catalogue. I hadn't opened the match catalogue until I was inspired to do so with a writing challenge to write about an heirloom which I am doing now in the midst of which as you now know, Johnny passed away suddenly but not unexpectedly.
Johnny had undergone way too many trials; Heart surgery, bone marrow, colon cancer, liver disease, radiation, chemotherapy. He sustained his good will and his humor throughout every struggle. He remained a faithful husband and loving father as he was going the distance with his wife of 42 years.
During one of his cardiac crises Johnny had been resusitated from the dead. This experience changed him even further as it gave him an even deeper appreciation of life and decreased his fear of passing. Plato claimed that philosophers didn't fear death because they practiced it every day with sacrifice, contemplation and meditation. By the time of his passing Johnny had become quite a philosopher.
I had spoken with him only a week earlier. He had been through a series of "procedures" since I moved down South. He was about to have his bladder removed which we knew was a dangerous and complicated operation. We had an opportunity during this phone call to reminisce about our days together. I got to tell him that I loved him. He remarked that somehow, through it all, we had emerged as successful happy men. His last words to me were "We'll see each other again."
I'll be contemplating the contents of that final conversation for the rest of my life
In between that final phone call and today I took the catalogue off the shelf. It did its job. I'm gonna put it back on the shelf now , maybe for the last time and contemplate Johnny in the spiritual world most assuredly not for the last time.
I'll see you again Johnny when I get home.
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Jonathan Byers x amab reader Harrington? Maybe Steve has a twin brother who comes home from another state and sees Jonathan in the school one day and finds him attractive? So he starts hanging out with him more, and they get really close, way too close even, and they start going out in private, and then one day Jonathan just rails him in his car?
WORTH YOU. + JONATHAN BYERS
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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you'd spent a lot of time with Jonathan, and before you knew it, your feelings for him had surfaced. you tried to hide the uneasy feeling that surrounded you whenever you two hung out alone. author's note. the kissing scene is inspired by my favorite book “Perks of being a Wallflower”. I was literally reading it before writing it and went….wait. also sorry that its kinda long i got so into the show that i'm watching and just mashed together ideas.
[ ❥ ] pairing. jonathan byers x reader
[ ❥ ] word count. 7.4k
[ ❥ ] genre & warnings. 18+, male reader, twin reader, black sheep, top!jonathan, bottom!reader, heavy angst at the start, mentions of mental illness, outcasts, internalized homophobia, messy confessions, pining, first kiss, first time, not show canon cause idc, oral (m), jonathan giving that gawk gawk 9000, kind of discrete sex, fuckin in a car, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, grammaly is my beta reader sorry for the mistakes
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You never considered Hawkins, Indiana to be a fucked up place; moreover, you just thought the town was pretty washed up, lacking adventure and difference. 
It seemed like there would always be people in your business, no matter the situation at hand, always judging you for some gossip that had slipped from your personal life. 
That had been the main reason you had to move away for almost an entire year, resting in the guest room of your grandparent's barn house across the states. 
Your father made up his mind that sending you away to live with your grandparents would be better than you continuing to stay with them and being rumored to be a "tainted" child in the Harrington family. You weren't tainted, or at least you didn't believe you were.
You found yourself to just be mentally ill in terms of your lack of happiness declining all because of your parent's lack of affection growing up.
Another trait that you had gained during your very confusing journey of rocky puberty was the weird gut feeling you would get for the other boys in your class. You knew it was odd to see boys the same way your brother would see girls. 
So you suppressed the feelings all the way until you wouldn't feel anything. But of course, people in Hawkins would talk. 
They would talk until it would lead to the solitude of your home, the one place that you had thought to feel safe. But that was a lie as long as your father lived there. 
People took notice of the way you would hang back, how you would rather be alone in your head instead of being a social butterfly like your other half, Steve. 
People could purely take you apart just from one glance. Steve cares a lot about his self-image as well as the public opinion of perfection screwed into his perfect little brain. 
You, on the other hand, were more carefree, wearing clothes that just felt comfortable and speaking in the same flat tone to everyone only whenever you had something to say. 
You truly were the Harrington family black sheep, which didn't fit your family's perfect image, so your father did what any parent would do with their mentally ill child in the 80s: send you away to be someone else's problem. 
That someone else being your kind and caring grandparents out in the sticks, their farm becoming your home for a nice handful of years, all the way until your grandparents decided that they couldn't financially care for you anymore. 
You didn't blame them as they sent you back home to Hawkins, having already returned to the years of grown trauma. You were less than happy to be back home. 
Along with seeing how much your twin brother had changed dramatically appearance-wise. Steve having gotten more toned from being on the basketball team. 
You were visibly more scrawny, your hair longer just chin-length, not even enough care to trim it, along with your lack of pale skin from spending most of your time on the farm outside with the animals.
Steve just seemed like the more sheltered version of you, like everything that could have gone right. 
You tried blending in with everyone; you tried. It seemed like people would instantly recognize you from middle school.
The rumored "other brother." eyes would be on you everywhere the moment you stepped foot through the Hawkins school hallways with your head held high and music blaring from your headphones. 
You were the mystery child that everyone wanted to know. You rejected the social cue, stomped on it, and kicked it out of your way. You didn't care for the social cliches or the weird "king Steve" title your brother had earned from being Mr. Popular.
Unknowingly, you had tipped the scale that had held your high school from tumbling apart. You were off the hinges, not following any of the "rules" that Steve passed on as advice. You saw it all as just silly things that silly people follow. 
Which was why you had taken a liking towards Jonathan Byers. 
You hadn't known the boy earlier in your childhood, not really recognizing him as any of the kids that you would play with down the street until you realized that when you were younger, your parents practically handpicked the children that you were allowed to be friends with. 
You guessed that was the main reason you attached to Jonathan so quickly; his outcast and shy demeanor just clicked with your personality. 
You just being polar opposites, him just wanting to keep his head down, although out of high school, you just wanted to stand up for yourself and have fun. 
The more you hung with the dark brunette, the more you realized how angry Steve would become with you, almost throwing a tantrum, seeing you sneak out only to find the Byers boy waiting in your driveway waiting to pick you up.
You didn't understand why Steve had been so pissed about Jonathan, not really caring much to listen to the whole thing with his new fling, Nancy Wheeler.
You chose to stay out of any relationships he had in hopes that he would catch the idea and follow suit.
It seemed like you had spent a lot of your time hanging out with Jonathan. If you weren't at school, you were at his place, and if you weren't at his place, you were chilling behind the counter keeping him company at his part-time job.
You two had become attached at the hip, spending so much time together that even Joyce would be surprised if she hadn’t bumped into you during the afternoons that she had been returning home from her job.
And before you know it, something clicks. Your suppressed emotions are now finally coming to the surface like a shaken can of soda.
When you realized that the feelings you had towards Jonathan were more than just wanting to be friends, you found yourself thinking of more. 
You were degrading yourself by thinking of your best friend in such inappropriate ways. But you were good at pretending, masking the uncomfortable feeling that shook around you every time you two would hang out alone. 
Jonathan had to pretend like he hadn't noticed, pretend like he didn't notice you slipping away from him. Getting into a heated argument with Steve, your own brother, calls you a freak. 
The one person that you had grown up with being the number one reason you felt so out of place in the world, you had to run to the only person that you knew would listen. 
Jonathan woke at you climbing through his widow the moon outlining your stumbling figure as you asked him if he wanted to go somewhere to talk with tears brimming your eyes.
Jonathan tiredly agrees to drive you to the Quarry. There you two sat on the hood of his car and just talked. You vented until you couldn't anymore, telling Jonathan how out of sorts you felt with your family falling into shambles. It was nice to get things off your chest. 
A peaceful moment of silence falls between you two. You can hear the sound of your heart lightly thumping against your chest just as you were about to call it a night. Before you know it, you turn your head and kiss the boy next to you. 
You kiss Jonathan Byers, not on the cheek, not a peck, but a full-on kiss on the mouth. 
A real kiss. The full-fledged kiss happens so quickly that Jonathan sort of freezes, his hands resting along your arm as he just lets your mouth attack. 
His not being able to process that your lips were moving against his mouth, the kiss doesn't last that long. You lean away and just sort of sit there, processing what the hell just happened. 
"I’m sorry." Your voice whispers as you look past Jonathan, your eyes unfocused as you try to make sense of all the sudden emotions washing over you. 
"No, that's okay." Jonathan replies, his tone laced with sincerity. 
"Really, Jonathan, I’m so sorry."  
"No, really. It's okay Y/N." There was another beat of silence as you two just took it all in. You could feel your chest rising with every deep breath you took. 
You hated it.
You hated feeling everything all at once. You didn't know what to do. You just wanted it all to stop. Before you know it, Jonathan is pulling you into a hug. 
It's not a crappy side hug thing that you give your relatives when you're visiting them during the holidays; it's a real hug, one that feels like he was single-handedly trying to pull you down from that gray thundering cloud you had mounted yourself on.
When you pull away from the hug, Jothan doesn't say anything. You both don't speak much after following his lead as he ducks back into the car and starts the engine, his headlights beaming awake as Jonathan halts once more, his hands hovering over his steering wheel. 
Before you could ask what's wrong, he moves in to kiss you again. 
And you just let him. You don't know why it felt so good or why he had done it. 
You don't do much but kiss for a while, at least until your lips feel like they are starting to swell.
It seemed like Jonathan had got the same idea. He pulled away with a sort of dazed look, shaking his head before returning his attention back to the wheel. 
He drives in comforting silence, your head resting against the glass of the window as your fingers grace the skin of your lips, almost like you could still detect traces of him left on them.
When Jonathan pulls into your driveway, reality hits you like thrown bricks. You don't know what to say to him, so you don't say anything. You just unbuckle your seatbelt and exit his car without saying a word.
That night you sleep staring out your window, looking at the stars as you place a pillow over your head, muffling out the bed springs from Steve’s room. You fall asleep thinking about Jonathan and how he kissed you. 
You don't say much to anyone during the morning, spending most of your day just focusing on your school work as the school day passes in the blink of an eye. 
The only hard part was ignoring Jonathan during the lunch period you had together. Your stomach was turning and you had met eyes from across the cafeteria.
You spin on your heels and dunk your tray of untouched food into the trash, deciding to spend your lunch period in a back hallway with music blaring through your headphones, waiting for the hour to pass. 
That was how you spent the rest of the day, hiding. It wasn't until the moon was up that you found your fingers ghosting over your lips, thinking about the kiss again.
You don't know what changed in your mind, but you decided that at that moment you needed to see Jonathan again, so you rushed down your stairs and passed the group of people that Steve had invited over.
Getting the old bike you haven't ridden since middle school out of the garage and onto the road, you biked the way to the main road that led to Jonathan's house. 
Your lungs felt like they were going to burst at every pedal, leaving you breathless as you just realized you were in your pajamas and socks pedaling fast enough to keep you warm from the nipping late spring weather. 
Finally, skidding into Jonathan's driveway, tossing the bike into the grass.
You don’t really have a plan on what to do once you have gotten to the porch of the home. 
Your mind is racing as you sort of just scratch the back of your neck before turning around and tiptoeing to the side of the house. 
You approached Jonathan's bedroom window, tapping slowly on the glass with your knuckle, flinching as the curtains parted. Jonathan glances down at you with a surprised look on his face. He was shirtless.
That was the second thing you noticed. You now knew that Jonathan had slept shirtless, along with the trail of hair that ran down his chest. You were gawking at him, eyeing him like meat. 
You don't say anything as he yanks open his window. You can't keep your eyes away from his chest, "Y/N? Dude, do you know what time it is?" 
"I'm sorry." You've got to stop apologizing. You need to learn other words than those two phrases, but it's all you can think of when Jonathan stands shirtless in front of you. 
Your eyes glisten in their wide state, Jonathan gesturing for you to come in as you struggle to climb inside through the window. 
His house is silent. You tumble onto the ground, falling flat on your ass when Jonathan sighs, leaning over you to close his curtains.
 "I'm sorry." You apologize again, standing up when Jonathan glances at you. As you take a step forward, your legs move on their own, closing the gap between you and him and pressing another kiss onto his lips.
Your fingers tangle in his hair as you try to ground yourself to anything. When his hands trail around your waist, grabbing you closer to him as his head tilts to the side, deepening the kiss. 
Jonathan is the first to pull away for the kiss. His brow resting on yours, his breath fanning against the skin of your cheek.
"Stop apologizing all the time." was all that he had said before kissing you again. 
With him taking the lead, you were starting to feel light-headed just like how you felt the day you had kissed him on the hood of his car. 
The neediness in the way he had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him like he was afraid you would slip away again.
Your heart is hammering against your chest, feeling his tongue glide into your mouth. 
A moan coaxes from your throat as your hand rests against the broad middle of his chest.
The feeling of his cool skin against yours almost sent you into an orbit. Let him guide you backward until you sit against his bed.
"My mom’s in the living room, but Will’s sleeping in the other room, so we can't be loud," Jonathan whispered just inches away from your mouth. You didn't dare to speak, only nodding your head in acknowledgment, your eyes glued onto his mouth as you had craved them.
It was strange feeling so suddenly needy for him, so open with your emotions.
Jonathan smiles, almost like he had known that power he had over you, pushing you down to lie with your back against his mattress, kissing a trail down your neck before crawling on top of you. 
His hands adventuring alongside the exposed part of your shirt, getting rid of the cotton shirt as you both make quick work of your pants. 
Removing each other's clothes at a very frantic pace, you were both horny teenagers undressing each other for the first time, hands lingering against hot skin and lips swollen from kissing. 
You don't know how to feel when Jonathan slides his hands down your body, your hips twitching off of the mattress. 
Feeling his wet lips softly drag along the skin just below your belly button, eyeing your boxers as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. 
It was truly a sight to behold watching Jonathan eye the outline of your growing erection, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
"Do you want to?" He asked, glancing up at you through his lashes. You swore you had just remembered how to breathe. 
How to open your mouth and exhale normally, while watching yourself twitch just from the question.
You knew Jonathan felt it too; his eyes pointed down at your groin. He glances at your throbbing issues before returning his attention to you.
"P—please." You were too preoccupied with the growing need you felt in the pit of your stomach to take notice of how needy your voice sounded. 
You were desperate for his touch, as you felt dizzy watching Jonathan’s fingers duck under the elastic of your underwear. Your hips arched in response to his cold fingers against your hot length.
You know you have to be quiet, your arm slung over your mouth to muffle the lewd noises that have leaked from it. Your eyes close as your hips move independently, thrusting into his touch.
Jonathan begins to stroke your cock at an almost slow and agonizing pace, cursing under your breath as precum spilled from your tip and coated his hand. 
The sounds of your labored breathing and his fingers slickly jerking off your girth ripple outward throughout the dark bedroom. 
You couldn’t even look at him without feeling dizzy. The brunette averted his gaze shyly, his face flushed pink as his mouth parted.
"It makes me feel…weird when you watch." What the fuck, what the fuck? Your mind was an orbit of howling, intense hormones.
You were almost convinced you had died and this was your heaven, getting a handjob from the most adorable guy that you had laid your eyes on. 
With no one around to see the sinful act that was unfolding, something about how flushed Jonathan looked with him holding your cock made you feel so...discombobulated. 
Jonathan just focused on making quick work with his hands, feeling you finally relax against the mattress, your legs hanging off of the edge as he sat on top of your thighs. 
The weight was driving your body insane. It hadn’t helped when Jonathan surged forward. His guiding your tip passed through his lips and sat flat against his tongue, rushing all the blood to your dick.
"H–holy fuck." You stifled a grunt, your hips bucking against his mouth, his hands resting down on your hips to stop you from fidgeting. 
"Be quiet." Jonathan chuckled like your dick wasn’t in his mouth at the moment, the brunette wrapping his lips over the hilt of your cock.
His tongue poked out of his mouth, inexperienced on how to take your entire length inside without gagging. 
You never expected getting sucked off to feel so…good. 
Sure, you masturbated like any other old teenager your age, but it was always just you and your hand going at it to the poster on your wall of Arnold Schwarzenegger and his bare muscular chest as the Terminator. 
You have the poster taped up just above your headboard along with a row of other movies that you considered to be the pinnacle of film history.
 It was a nice cover-up from your family, having posters of male eye candy in the room for other pleasures. 
You watched as his lips, glistening spit-covered lips, took you into his mouth deeper, allowing more of your length in his mouth until his nose tickled the bush of your pubic hair. 
The feeling of his tongue swirling around the trace of your vein threatened your stability; the feeling of hitting the back of his throat made your toes curl against the carpet and your head leans back.
The sound of his little gag makes you want to live there, having your dick down his throat for the rest of your life. 
Your thighs twitched under him, feeling Jonathan grab your balls with his other hand. 
He twisted his fingers, unsure what to do with them, before simply fondling them in his hands. It was enough for you, more than enough. Honestly, you have never felt so turned on in your life.
His head bobbing up and down your cock, you didn't know how long you went last at the sight of his puffed-out cheeks and wet lips, just drinking in the sight as time went on, not wanting the moment to end from the overwhelming experience.
Your fingers were threading through his tough, short brunette hair, trying to ground yourself onto anything that you could reach, feeling the heat from your building orgasm creep towards your boiling point. 
You haven’t been so turned on in your entire life. The pleasure of having your dick sucked for the first time almost tortures you. 
You wondered if Jonathan had felt the same way, wondering if he too was hard under his briefs. 
So turned on from sucking your dick that there would be a dark stain of precum along with the material of his underwear. 
You weren't able to tell, but the thought alone did something to you, your fingers digging into his scalp, fisting around his hair tighter.
"F—fuck." you whimpered pathetically, Jonathan’s mouth parting from your cock with a string of spit connected to his mouth, your chest caving at the sudden loss of warmth. 
"If you’re gonna…do it. Can you do it in my m—mouth?" You could only nod at the lewd request, your body settling once he had engulfed your cock once more, assuming that he just didn't get cum stains all over his bedsheets as he sucked at the head of your tip.
Your teeth sink into your arm to stop yourself from moaning at the top of your lungs as you cum down his throat. 
Jonathan manages to swallow everything the second it hits his tongue. you were impressed and, honestly, just more turned on. 
Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. You sat up, realizing that he had been straddling the entire time. 
Your hands were reaching for his hips, and you hesitated before deciding to lean in to kiss him. 
"Jonathan?" It was a record-breaking time how fast Jonathan had shot up from your lap, crawling under his blankets as you leaned down to throw yourself to the floor, tumbling under his bed the moment your face had hit the carpet. 
The door just opened minutes later as you watched the dim light from the hallway leak into the bedroom, only being able to see Joyce’s shoes as she stood stock still at the doorway. 
Jonathan’s soft breathing coaxes his mother into believing that the boy is truly asleep. humming to herself before shutting the bedroom door, making you exhale a held breath.
 As quickly as the door shut you and Jonathan had snuck out of the bedroom window, your feet pattering against the dirt as you run for your bike. 
Your head turned towards the house, afraid that Joyce would catch you sneaking out of her home at an unruly hour. 
Though your worries were settled, you got to the main road and back to your home in one piece. 
You'd think you’d be able to cut the kid some slack after giving you the most jaw-dropping, sheet-clenching head that you’ve ever experienced in life, but nope. 
It seemed like after the blowjob accident, you were becoming even more distant with Jonathan, continually dodging him in the halls and skipping lunch for a full week.
You didn't know how long you could keep the streak going, biking to and from school every day as an amazing form of exercise, but Hawkin's weather was unpredictable.
Like today, the mornings were high and dry, the sun beaming out enough that you swore you would melt the moment you had stepped foot outside, and then the gray clouds tumbled in, rain soaking your entire outfit as you hurled your bike up the road.
Huffing as your chain had popped the moment you had barreled over a deep puddle that had sent you flying from your bike. The injuries were minor, but your ego had taken a hit. 
And it was like your day was planned to get worse. Jonathan spotted you stranded on the side of the road. 
Just the sight of his car pulling in next to you made your blood run even colder than the freezing temperature it already was from your clothes being soaked.
You prayed that your face masked the obvious uncomfortableness you felt as your clothes stuck tightly against your skin, a shiver running down your spine as you watched Jonathan’s eyes trace down your figure. 
"You wanna ride?" He smirked, his tone hinting at a playful reference to something more sexual. 
You popped the trunk of his car, stuffing your bike into his trunk and sliding into the passenger's side, your face flushed as you buckled in. 
The car ride continued in uncomfortable silence. Every time Jonathan would gesture, his mouth would open just to close, not really knowing how to break the ice. 
A handful of minutes passed before you realized Jonathan was driving in the total opposite direction of your home. Turning into the woods, you recognized the road instantly. He was driving to the quarry. 
The moment he had shifted the car into park, Jonathan gripped the wheel with both hands, his head leaning down, a low grunt erupting suddenly as you grimaced from the cold.
Your head turning, you noticed his head tilted, his gaze fixed on you.
"What?" you asked, your tone flat.
Jonathan smirked, not hiding the fact that he was gawking at your mouth. Maybe it was because your face had flushed, making you look so fucking…attractive to him. 
"Huh?" he hummed, making a scene of tearing his eyes from the trance your mouth had seemed to put him in. 
"You're staring." He didn't even seem to bother with an apology like he wanted you to know that he wanted to kiss you.
"I know, I can't help it." His hands reach out to comb through your wet hair, letting his fingers scrape through your scalp, involuntarily leaning farther into his touch. 
It was the type of touch that made you realize how much of an asshole you were for ignoring the only person that seemed to care about your well-being in this shit town, the only person that you were too scared to care about. 
The last couple of days, you felt empty, following some pointless routine, turning corners and taking the longer route just to avoid the obvious feelings you had for the boy.
You missed listening to his confusing music talk about bands that you didn't even know existed till then, or the small "concerts" of songs you would play air guitar to as Jonathan belted in his pitchy voice to Will as you drove the younger Byers kid to school. 
If your feelings were obvious to you, it didn't take rocket science to know that Jonatan knew that you liked him. 
Even when your dick was in his mouth, you were afraid that it was all just some stupid prank, like he was going to pull away at any moment and degrade you for having such feelings for another male.
You just wanted to go back in time and stay, stay in the infinite where you could just be together with Jonathan without all the emotional stuff involved.
You just wanted to be able to kiss him whenever you wanted, do the things you would see Steve do to the hopelessly romantic girls that had fallen for his suave charm. You wanted to be with Jonathan like Steve was with Nancy.
It was like Jonathan had known you were thinking too hard about something, tugging at the collar of your shirt and suddenly leaning you in closer to him.
Your lips parted by reflex as he locked eyes with you, his head slightly tilting like he was waiting for you to run away, waiting for any sign of hesitation.
You couldn't handle it anymore. Your heart was not built strong enough to handle the chase. You decided to make the first move, surging forward and finally breaking the distance between you two. 
You never knew Jonathan could be so touchy. The feeling of his fingers combing through your hair and settling a fist into the nape of your neck. The feeling of his palm gliding against your cheek like his fingers were guiding your face into his lips.
It all just felt so good, deepening the kiss, feeling the wet front of your shirt press against his more dry, warm chest. 
A low moan vibrated against your mouth as your tongue slid into his mouth.
As if you couldn't be any more turned on, the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck made your adam's apple bob against his grasp.
You thought it was insane how quickly your body went from freezing cold to smoothing hot in minutes, how quickly Jonathan could turn you into a human heat torch with his simple touch.
Jonathan just knew how to make you feel so relaxed like he knew your body better than you knew yourself. 
The way he would coax small whimpers from your mouth, how good his fingers felt trailing under your shirt, how desperate he made you feel leaning as close as you could get without the gear shift digging painfully into your ribs. 
You couldn't recall how long you were making out with Jonathan, and honestly couldn't think about anything other than the feeling of his mouth against yours, so time yourself.
The moment he pulled away, there was a damp, wet stain every place you touched him.
He was nearly as wet in your sweater as you were, and his fingers were pruned from playing with your hair. Despite having an advantage in body heat, he was now shivering from the cold. 
You were both panting like you had just learned how to breathe for the first time, the sound of his harsh breathing being washed out by the loud thumping drum of rain hitting against the small car.
He looked just like a mess as you were, lips red and swollen from your sloppy excuse for kissing, pupils dilated so wide he almost reminded you of a cat, the way his face was almost a perfect shade of pink, like all the heat from his body had rushed to his face.
"Okay so," He sighed, with a shy smile on his face, his tongue tracing over the bottom of his lip. 
"So we’re on kissing terms again, but not talking. I like kissing you… a lot. But I think I would prefer you to actually talk to me a bit more."His hand was stretched out in confusion, yet his smile never flattened. 
You felt stuck, your mind trying to regain enough sense to find words and scramble them around to form an actual response. 
“I—I don’t, well I don't know what you like, want from me I guess? Like does this make us like…official or what?”
"official," you repeat the words like they had tasted funny? Did you want to be official with Jonathan? The title was so vague in meaning that you didn't even know what it meant. 
Did it mean that Jonathan wanted to have a title for whatever you two were doing? Were you even gay?
"...Boyfriends?" You answered, watching him grin over at you while playing with the cuffs of his shirt, and an eyebrow was raised. 
"Boyfriends?" Jonathan repeated with a questioning tone, as if he wanted to hear you say it again. 
"I want you to be my boyfriend." You spoke softly, afraid that anything could go wrong—
"I kinda want to fuck you really badly right now." oh. 
He seemed to enjoy watching you squirm as if he could hear the bolts and springs banging around in your head as your lashes fluttered, your gaze blank, and your mouth hung open agape.
It only took you a few seconds to follow him to the back seat and perch in his lap at an awkward slouching angle.
 It was like Jonathan could read you like an open book, kissing you along your neck as you struggled to ruin your wet jeans. 
The feeling of his thumbs gently rubbing against the bare skin of your hips as you sat up to straddle him was soothing. 
"I don't really know what I'm doing, but I just want you to feel good, okay?" It was a comforting warning, before the pain of his two fingers thrust into your asshole, coating it in a thin layer of his own spit, the burning sensation leaving you whimpering into the curve of his neck. 
His other hand helps you hold yourself in the air, lifting your thighs for enough room for his arm to slip under and touch you, his fingers thrusting inside of you at a slow pace, Jonathan listening to the hitch in your breath to control himself as his fingers twist gently fucking your hole. 
Your whining and fidgeting made him chuckle. It was weird how quickly the pain had subsided. Your eyes were squeezing shut tight one moment, then you were rocking against his hand the next.
Just getting used to the feeling that was taken away, Jonathan removed his fingers and shifted his hips up to slide down his pants, his cock springing from his briefs, neglected and leaking.
Your forehead rested against his as you slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, not bothering to muffle the slutty whimpers that passed from your mouth and echoed in the car. 
Jonathan felt his dick twitch, the ache in his thighs to thrust farther inside of you, the burning need to sink himself deeper inside of you.
But he was a gentleman and let you set your own pace, your arm hooked onto his shoulder, the other fisted against the leather of the backseats.
You slowly sank yourself down onto his erected cock, a content grunt shared between the two of you as your arms wrapped around his neck. 
Your thighs shifted up before slamming down a shock of pleasure, leaving you whimpering and mumbling nonsense into his ear. 
Jonathan grunted, letting you use his body wholeheartedly. 
The position he sat in was comfortable enough for him to chase your thrusts with his hips, having to use most of his strength to help you squat into position. 
His hips slammed against yours greedily, the car rocking from the moving weight taking him as far as you could handle inside of your body.
Jonathan fucks his hip into you hard and fast. The hot feeling of his thick girth spreading you open as he fucked into you. 
While his fingers wrapped eagerly around your cock, his wrist twisting messily against your cock, struggling to find a rhythm with both things occupying his hands.
You felt everything all at once, your orgasm striking you over the edge. As you spilled all over his hand, your hand fisted into his hair as the other held you upright, gripping onto the back seat. 
Your muscles clench around him, your climax rippling against his cock.
"That was really, really hot," Jonathan said with a smirk. You leaned up to place a kiss against your collarbone and another just on your chin. 
"But I'm not done." He was kind enough to take a moment for your orgasm to subside. 
He allows you to relax once more before moving to lie down with your back against the seats, squeezing himself between your legs, giving you one more kind smile, resting his forehead against yours.
His hand hooked under the bend of your knee and pressed himself against your puckering hole. The moment he started moving inside of you again, you felt so sensitive everywhere, moaning his name like it was a prayer. 
Jonathan's sucking hickeys into your neck didn't help one bit. You were moaning under his lips as you leaned your head back, accepting your fate. 
Screwing your eyes and grabbing onto his shoulders, Jonathan could barely contain himself from the sight of your scrunched up, pleased face. 
Thrusting in roughly, hitting the spot that made your body want to melt against him every time. 
"Oh, fu—shit." With his legs trembling and fingers digging into the plush of your hairy thigh, you were suddenly aware of how hot it was in the car, sweat rolling from the hairline and making the skin on your back stick to the leather of the seats. 
You had no choice but to ignore it at the moment, getting your guts literally arranged, biting your lip and curling against the cramp forming in your thigh. 
The slight discomfort was just the price you were willing to pay. It was already forgotten the moment Jonathan had gripped your length that had been slapping against his chest.
 stroking you through his thrust, your back arching up into him as his muscles tensed, his entire weight suddenly shifting to lie on top of you as he was quick with his hands, pulling out of you and climaxing loudly against your chest. You didn't know how much you had in you, or if it was humanly possible to cum so much. 
Your orgasm is unrolling before you can even realize what's happening. Your second orgasm is already in full swing. 
His long, slender fingers were trembling as he pressed soft kisses against your lips, the moment becoming more intimate as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close while you felt his cock softened and pressed against your stomach. 
You rested in each other's arms for a calm moment, the sound of rain painting chorusing together with the sounds of each other breathing. 
"Kinda disappointed I couldn't make you my personal twinkie." Jonathan teased, pressing his face into your chest, enjoying being wrapped around so close to you, even being covered in each other's sweat and cum. It was a loving moment that you too enjoyed. 
Humming in agreement, not to the twinkie part, but to the fact that you two were content with the sex, closing your eyes and taking in the moment.
As much as you wished to fall asleep with Jonathan in your arms, you knew Joyce would freak out not seeing her son home after school without a word, warning to spare the single mother's heart attack of thinking her child went missing. 
"Come on, we gotta get dressed." You whispered, your thighs wrapping around his torso and squeezing around him in a playful manner, which only made him whine and curl closer against your chest.
"No, I wanna die here, just like this."
"What if I told you we could go to my place and shower together if no one's home?" The bribe was enough for him to lift his head up and look at you. His face was still flushed as he smiled dreamily.
"Well, how am I supposed to say no to that?"
Bonus: Steve finds out.
It was a mistake to ever invite Jonathan over to your place. You had almost been dating the guy for a year and every single second he had alone with you left you sore in places that you couldn't even explain with your face flushing. 
Being a gay couple during the 90s didn't help, and neither did living in a small rural town full of close-minded people afraid of change. 
Any moment that was away from the public was a break away from everyone else's eyes. Being openly affectionate wasn't something you could do around Hawkins.
 It was just the risk you two lovers took, and with your parents out of town most of the time, it wasn't a problem. 
Being able to make out in the room in the house whenever Steve was away without being bothered.
It was all good, until the times that you wanted to hang out with Jonathan. Sometimes having to beat the boy away with a stick (metaphorically). 
"I r—really have to finish, ah." You struggled against Jonathan's lips, his mouth latched onto your collarbones, nuzzling his head into your neck. 
The brunette hummed against your skin, his fingers trailing up your thigh and squeezing your already growing erection. 
It was like he had a bullseye target telling him the status of your dick at any given time.
"You're doing a lot of complaining for someone that's about to get their dick sucked." He mumbled, trailing soft kisses along your shoulder, a hiss escaping your mouth the second his teeth teasingly sank into your skin. 
Jonathan apologized with his tongue dragging along the abused spot, sucking splotchy red marks into your skin until he was satisfied.
You knew it would be a mistake to invite your boyfriend over to study, with your household empty, your parents on a work trip, and Steve was gone hanging out with friends after school. 
You were supposed to have your nose tucked away in the study packet you had for your science test, hoping that with the passing grade Jonathan had he would help you, but instead he was crawling into your lap, marking bruises all over your body. 
You sighed, dropping your pencil when Jonathan took your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to peck you on the lips. 
"Is this what it's like to have a boyfriend? I’m just your personal sex toy every day of the week until you suck me dry?" Your hands are grabbing at his loose hips, halting him from grinding against you but not putting much of a fight against the sudden display of neediness from your partner. 
"Maybe!" Jonathan hummed, latching his mouth against the skin of your neck once more. 
You exhaled a chuckle, your hands swirling alongside his hips, your thoughts starting to blank in the way Jonathan's hips rubbed against your own, the boy having so much control over you it was starting to be concerning. 
"Jonathan," you moan, tilting your head back as one of his hands wraps around your neck. His hips grind down on you with even more pressure. 
Just as you reached down to undo his belt, a shout of surprise broke your two apart. "What the fuck!" Steve screamed, his brows furrowed as he stood stock-still in the doorway of the family living room.
The room fell silent, only the sound of your heart hammering against your chest as Steve stared at the two of you with wide eyes. 
"What are you doing here?" Jonathan asked, his tone careful as he peeled himself away from your touch, still sitting in your lap, feeling your erection pressing into his thigh. He knew that the last thing you wanted was for your brother to see your boner. 
"What? What am I doing here? What are you doing here? On top of my brother?" 
"Oh God, were you two about to have sex? What the fuck, what if dad came home early or if mom saw you?" You grimaced at the thought, your head leaning into Jonathan's chest to cover your face from the embarrassing situation, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there at least until your erection went away.
"I mean, what the hell, when did you two even start hooking up? When did you become…gay?" Steve asked, his voice just laced with confusion, raising an octave with every question. 
Jonathan sighed, crawling out of your lap and replacing his presence with a couch pillow. While you lift your head, fingers interlaced with his, knowing that the tender look that Jonathan gave you was meant for comfort.
You struggled to find your voice, not even wanting to share this part of your life with your family. You never expected it to come out this way. "So, we've been dating—" 
"Wait, you're dating? Like, this is a whole… thing?" gesturing towards you two, you flinched as Jonathan grunted in annoyance at his tempting already running thin, seeing how uncomfortable you were. 
He knew that it had to happen one day, the day that your family, his family, his friends, and all of Hawkins knew about the relationship that you two had.
"Steve," Jonathan barged in, firmly squeezing your hand. "Yes, we’re dating. We've been dating for almost a year now, and honestly, it's been a pretty good fucking year. I'm sure Y/N was going to tell you at some point. It's just that we love each other and want to do anything to keep our relationship that way. " 
"You’re in love?" Steve mumbled, staring at his twin brother with a tinge of jealousy passing through his emotions before he settled with just being happy for you. 
"Well...then I'm happy for you."
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i-arch-my-backula · 3 years ago
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New music: Poly! Sinclair brothers x male reader
So I go the idea of playing music for the slashers and how that would go and I got this fun idea. The reader is male but it’s not super important. I just wanted to make something gay cause I need more of that. Anyway sorry it’s short. 
Warnings: None I can think of
When things get slow you move from your room to the house of wax. You often go there when you’re bored. To admire Vincent’s work and to get a change of scenery. You don’t feel as alone there when the boys are busy. It’s a great place for you to clear your mind. But the piano was a real find. You had one years ago and you still kind of know how to play. So when things got slow and boring you go to the house and play some songs. You only played a few songs you have from memory. That was until you found some old music books. After dusting them off you started to learn more songs again. 
After playing those over and over and over again you made some songs of your own. After a lot of trial and error you came up with a beautiful song to match the feeling you get living in this town. The boys never really knew that you were making your own music. You’d mention playing the piano and they’d always comment on how you have to do it for them one of these days but it never came. That was until another long boring day rolled around. No one came to town and Vincent didn’t have anything to do. You were busy adding more to the song and fixing it up when he came up from the basement and greeted you. “Hey Vinny whats up?” You ask. He shrugs and looks down at your papers. He points to them and you smile. “Oh this is a song I’m writing. Do you want to hear it?” You ask. He nods and you get the papers ready. 
“You can sit next to me if you want.” He walks over and sits beside you. You place your hands on the keys and start to play. The notes are soft and calming. Dipping into deeper keys at times. You make it sound peaceful. Something calming and quiet. When you finish Vincent pats your thigh. “I know a few other songs if you want to hear them.” He nods and you get your fingers ready again. “This one is from the 30′s. It’s pretty dramatic and one of my moms favorites. You start to play again. “It’s not as good without the vocals to it. A woman sings it. I still remember the lyrics.” You speak softly as to not over power the sound of the piano. “I learned a few others from this really old book my grandparents had. I can keep playing if you’d like.” He nods as you finish the song. You hear the doors open and someone walk in. 
“Hey Vincent you in here?” He asks. 
“We’re in here.” You say. Lester walks in and smiles when he see’s you. 
“Well what are you two doin in here?” 
“I was playing the piano and Vincent joined me.” 
“Well I didn’t mean to interupt. I wanna hear some too.” 
“Well I do have a few more songs. I can play a few more but we shouldn’t keep Bo waiting.” You place your fingers on the keys yet again and get to playing another song. Lester leans on the top of the piano as you hum along the lyrics. 
“Bo used to sing sometimes. He doesn’t do it in front of us anymore but we catch him sometimes.” Lester says. You chuckle and move a bit farther down the piano. 
“Well I’d love to hear it sometime. Maybe I should teach one of you to play. Well when you’re not busy.” The three of you spend another 15 minutes playing music, talking and laughing. Aparently Lester had a harmonica before he lost it years ago and Vincent always wanted to play the harp. You can see him doing that. You promise if you ever get the chance you’ll get him one and teach him how to play. You got so caught up you forgot about Bo. By the time he got to you guys you’re in the middle of playing another song. A request from Lester and thankfully you knew it. Bo took the route through the basement and up through the dining scene. He slows his pace when he hears the music however. When he makes it to the doorway to the room Lester is intranced by the song. Vincent is watching how your fingers move so easily and fast. He’s quick to admire another artist. Bo’s annoyance with his brother fades. You stop the song and find Bo in the doorway. “Oh I’m sorry Bo we go distracted.” 
Lester stands up and Vincent looks over to him. “It’s fine darlin. I was for a good reason. I’ve been meanin to hear you play for awhile now. Lester ask you to play that one?” You nod. 
“I thought I would do something nice for my wonderful boyfriends. Any requests from either of you?” You ask looking back to Vincent. He shakes his head and you look back to Bo. 
“I don’t listen to much music with piano I’m afraid. How bout you play again tonight. We’ve still got some work to do.” The four of you go back to the house and go about your day together. That night you played for the three of them again. This time with more talking and some smoking and drinking with Lester and Bo. It’s nice seeing all of them getting along. You only wish you met them sooner. 
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