#80's football movies

[m00nlight-ramblings]

I Wanna Be Yours

(I've had this idea since I've seen like, a million 80's movies in succession). You're close to valedictorian, a known smarty-pants. So imagine your surprise when you become friends with Eddie Munson...and then fall in love with him.

Pairing: Eddie x female reader, friends x lovers, dual pov

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing

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Word Count: 4.16k

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"Oh, fuck where is it?" You loudly murmured, shuffling the books in your locker. They clanged around, sending soft bonk! noises and reverberations through your locker, which only made you more annoyed. You huffed, dropping your arms by your side. You only had a few minutes before you had to be in class, and you couldn't find your fucking book.

You groaned and started the process again, knowing you'd probably be fruitless - you've only checked like, 100 times, so at this point you'd just have to accept the fact that you'd somehow forgotten it at home. It also didn't help that your locker was stacked to the brim with books, folders, papers, and miscellaneous things you've collected in just a month since school started

"Um...you okay?" A voice asked behind you, startling you out of your frustrated trance. You turned to see Eddie Munson standing there, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear and tilting his head. Slightly embarrassed, you shrugged and huffed (again).

"Yeah I just...can't find my chemistry book. And I have class in-" You checked your watch, "Seven minutes." (And it also just so happened that chemistry was your worst class so you like, really needed this damn book).

"Want me to check?" He offered, gesturing to the locker. You paused a moment, and furrowed your brow. Then, you stepped aside, giving him access to your locker. He stepped forward, leaning into the locker and started gently exploring.

"Yeah, you can try but I don't think you'll find it. I've checked, like, a hundred times and I think I just left it at home and-"

"Here it is! Chemistry you said, right? You're looking for..." Eddie took a moment to examine the cover of the book. With a boisterous (and very silly) voice, he spoke, "Chemistry 301: Principles of Organic Chemistry?"

You gasped and smiled at him, snatching the book from him and staring at it. How did he find it? "Oh my god, are you kidding? I've been looking for this thing for like, 10 minutes. Where was it?!"

Eddie chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly, "Right in the front."

You looked at him, "I could hug you right now, oh my god! Chemistry is my worst subject and I can't even focus in that class if I don't have the book with me and...ugh. You're a life saver. Thank you." You beamed, hopping on your toes a little.

You and Eddie never really spoke, but of course knew each other - everyone in Hawkins did. Having a few classes with him over the years, any conversation you ever had with him was in passing. But after him your book for you, and seeing his smile..."The Freak" didn't actually seem all that freaky at all.

"Yeah, well, no worries. I'm just a good ole knight in shining armor, I guess." He bashfully made a face, causing you to giggle. "Actually...I just wanted to come over and thank you for something."

Confused, you cocked my head to the side, "Thank me?"

Eddie nodded, stepping aside so you could close your locker, "Yeah. I heard from Wheeler the other day that he dropped all his books and shit in the hallway and you helped him grab everything," His smile was soft...if you weren't looking so hard at his face (why were you staring?), you'd have missed it, "That was nice. So...thanks."

You nodded, mirroring the small smile. "Wheeler as in...Mike Wheeler? The freshman?" You thought back to a few days ago, "Yeah...he said he tripped, but Craig from the football team was lurking around so I have a feeling Mike didn't trip all by himself," I rolled my eyes, "People can be dicks sometimes so...anyway. I know what it's like to be a freshman." You slowly started to walk to class, Eddie following in line next to you.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Eddie cleared his throat and spoke again, "So...chemistry's not your best subject, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, "Definitely not. I hate it...it's so hard. My favorite class is English."

"English? Hey, mine too. What's your favorite book?"

You pause, furrowing your brows again, "...don't laugh."

He throws his hands up in an "I'm innocent" movement, "Cross my heart."

You take a moment before you speak, "I like 'The Hobbit'. I've read it, like, a million times. I re-read it like, once a year-"

"'The Hobbit'? I like that one too!" Eddie smiled widely, "...do you listen to Led Zeppelin by any chance?"

You laugh, "Are you about to tell me that 'Ramble On' was inspired by 'The Hobbit?" You watch his eyes widen slightly.

"You know that already?"

You nod, "My dad loves them. Has all their records. He can't help but spit out random fun facts about that stuff. I like them, too," You find yourself in front of your chemistry class, "Well...this is me. Thanks for finding my book again, Eddie."

He leans his shoulder against the wall and smiles. You notice his eyes flicker quickly to your lips and back to your eyes again before he speaks, "No problem. Thanks for helping Wheeler. I'll...see you around, I guess?"

You nod, looking back at him while you head into class, "Definitely."

And that was the start of you and Eddie.

Eddie didn't know what had come over him that day, helping you out at your locker. Wheeler had mentioned once that you seemed cool (Henderson enthusiastically agreed), and ever since then, he was convinced he had to thank you. Not just because you had helped his friend (which was cool), but also...had you always been that pretty?

Sure, you two didn't seem to have anything in common - you were known for being one of the smartest kids in school, with like 1,000 extracurriculars, bound for some Ivy League on the East Coast, and Eddie was...well, Eddie. Now in his third try at being a senior, school wasn't necessarily his strongest subject. But, you hadn't ever played in him being a freak, and always seemed kind so...he figured it would be safe to thank you for being so nice to his friend.

Because that's all he wanted to do...was thank you. That was all. Definitely not flirt with you or anything.

After that moment at your locker, Eddie seemed to run into you everywhere - lunch period, the hallway, even the mall that one time he actually went because he needed to pick up some D&D books from the bookstore. And slowly but surely, "running into each other" turned into:

"What do you mean she's just watching?" Dustin asked one day, setting up the drama room for Hellfire Club, "You never let people just watch. They always have to play. Is she going to play?"

"No, Dustin, for the hundredth time explaining, she is not playing. She is watching. Do you have a problem with her? Mortal enemies or something?"

Dustin eyed Eddie and shrugged, eventually going back to setting the table up, "No I just...you never let people watch..." He starts to grumble, "I guess in order to watch you need to have boobs, or something..."

That night at the game, Eddie wasn't his best DM self. He was distracted - probably had to do with the hours of homework he "needed to do", and definitely wasn't because you were there, sitting next to him, intently watching the game and reacting. It definitely didn't have anything to do with your cute gasps, or little squeals, or laughter whenever something happened.

Definitely not, at all.

At one point in the game, you tapped him on the shoulder. He leaned into you, not taking his eyes off of the rest of Hellfire Club, who were currently engrossed in trying to figure out their next strategy.

"Yes, m'lady?" Eddie asks in a British accent.

"Wouldn't Henderson's character be able to go through that door? Like...isn't he really charismatic? So like...can't he convince the guard to let them pass? I know he's not like, the main dude in the game or whatever but..." Your voice trails off as you realize that maybe you were too off base. You didn't really know the game at all, but that seemed right...right?

Eddie nodded slowly and his eyes darted over to you quickly...you were right. Holy shit...you were right, and Eddie totally didn't see this lapse in judgement. He smiled at you and took note of how his heart seemed to flip into his stomach, sending a quick shiver down his spine.

Shit. He was in trouble.

"Eddie, can you turn it down a little bit? I'm trying to concentrate." You groaned slightly, shifting your head in your hand as your eyes scan the textbook in front of you. Not that it's really doing anything since you can't seem to retain any information at the moment.

Eddie, who was currently practicing his air guitar solo to Metallica's "Ride the Lightning", gave three quick headbangs before turning down the music, but immediately went back to air guitar.

"Aren't I supposed to be helping you with your science homework?" You asked, a little annoyance rising, "If you're gonna be distracted, I'm gonna go home. I have like, a million college brochures to go through and-"

"No! No!" He immediately stops and stands at attention like a soldier, salute and everything, "Okay. I'll stop." He jumps on the bed next to you, sending a pencil fly in the air. He caught it and stuck it behind his ear, "Okay. Science!" He clapped his hand and rubs them together like a mad scientist.

You chuckle and roll your eyes playfully, gently shoving his shoulder beside you. "Okay, so, when dealing with organism structure, you have to remember that everything is made up of cells, right? So when thinking of specialized parts of the body-" You look up to see him staring at you, definitely not paying attention to what you're saying. "Eddie..."

He snaps to attention and smiles bashfully, "Sorry. I'm...distracted?" His eyes dart to your lips again and your heart does that annoying "pounding in your chest" thing it does basically every time Eddie looks at you.

"Do you want to be a senior for a fourth time?"

He playfully shakes his head, "Nope. Definitely not."

"What's got you so distracted, anyway? Thinking about your date with Mindi tomorrow?" You probed him a bit, trying to get more information out of him. When you had become friends with Eddie, he definitely had his fair share of..."girlfriends". Which at first, you didn't mind.

Not that you minded now, but...five months after initially becoming friends with him, you would just prefer if you were his girlfriend.

Eddie's face flushed and he looked away, throwing the pencil behind his ear on to his dresser across the room, "Oh, Mindi? No, I...cancelled that. Like, a week ago." He suddenly got off of the bed and started to pace around his bedroom a little. I watched him for a moment before speaking.

"Why? Weren't you like, so excited to take her to the movies? You said she was soooOoo hot and blah blah blah-"

"I'm just not interested in her anymore." He interrupted you, stopping his pacing. He turned to face you and didn't break eye contact, his eyes seemingly staring into your brain.

Did he know? Did he know how you had fallen for him?

It started slowly, in a way you didn't even recognize - he made you laugh more than other people, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, and he was so kind...not only to you, but to his friends, and even your parents when he'd come to pick you up on a Friday night with the group. He'd always come to the door, always make small talk with your mom. Not only that, but he was a gentleman, which surprised you - opened doors, pulling out your chair...

Not to mention, when it was late at night and you couldn't sleep, you couldn't help your thoughts turn to his hands in your hair, his dick inside of you, whispering your name over and over again.

The sudden realization that you were falling in love with him slapped you hard in the face - one day after school, you two were walking to his van for a ride home and someone's car blew past you in the parking lot, seemingly out of nowhere. You were about to step out but Eddie pulled you back, your body immediately pressing against his, your face mere inches from each other.

The air was electric, and you couldn't look away from his eyes. Finally, he spoke, "...you okay?" His voice was husky, low. It sent goosebumps down your arms, which were currently being held by Eddie's. You could only nod, words escaping you. Finally, Eddie broke the spell by screaming at the car, "JESUS CHRIST YOU PIECE OF SHIT WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING BEFORE YOU FUCKING KILL SOMEONE!"

Back in his room, you eyed him. "Why aren't you interested in her anymore?" You asked quietly, sensing the air shift. It felt more tense, more heavy.

What the fuck was going on?

Eddie, seemed to zone out for a second, taking a piece of his hair and chewing on it lightly. His eyes were focused on the floor, "Maybe...I think because...I'm interested in someone else?" It came out as a question, not a statement.

You swallowed hard. He was acting strange. Your heart started to beat strong enough that you heard it in your head. "...who are you interested in, then?" You asked. You took the textbook you were reading and closed it, putting it on his bedside table. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Please be me, please be me, please be me! Your brain was shouting so loud you were surprised he couldn't hear it.

Eddie looked up at you quickly and then back down again, his face unreadable. Which was concerning, because Eddie's face was always an animated as a Muppet.

Was it hot in here?

Taking a step forward, he was standing at the foot of the bed now. It seemed like he was thinking...hard. "I..."

Before he could even start, he finished. The single word hung in the air, causing your heart to race even faster and your head to swim. You WHAT, Eddie? You felt like you were about to lose your mind. Was he going to say it or not? Were you going to find out, or not?

"I'MINLOVEWITHYOU." You said loudly, the words spilling out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You gasped and clapped your hand over your mouth, hoping that somehow that action would suck the words back in, as if it never happened. Eddie's head snapped up and he stared at you. The air had been sucked out of the room in one fell swoop, and you could feel embarrassed tears prickle at your eyes. "Oh, god, Eddie...I-I-"

Oh no...what had you done? You had just ruined something between you and one of your closest friends. No more movie nights, no more homework sessions, no more late night phone conversations-

In a single motion, Eddie was on top of you, his lips crashing into yours. You didn't have time to even think, but your hands immediately found their way into his hair, cradling his scalp as he pressed his body into yours. You gasped at his initial contact but quickly found yourself melting into the kiss. Eddie moaned into your mouth, his tongue gently asking permission to open. Once granted, he hungrily kissed you, pressing your back into the bed.

"Eddie..." You breathed as you pulled back a bit, looking at him. He smirked and started to pepper your chin with gentle kisses, a far cry from the kiss that had started the whole thing.

"Mmmmyes?" His eyes were twinkling as he looked at you. Suddenly he pulled back, his mouth agape, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! No-" You almost shouted, "No, I-"

"I love you too." He said quickly, a flush coming to his face, "I...love you too. I have. For a while."

You smile, heart feeling like it's about to explode. You pulled him back into a kiss, using your tongue to explore his immediately. He moaned, pressing his groin into yours. You felt an instant rush of wetness to your panties as your hands found their way to the nape of his neck. Eddie pulled away from the kiss, his hand gently finding it's way to the top of your pants. He looked at you and you nodded, and he quickly undid the button, pulling them down, exposing your pink cotton underwear, which you felt was already starting to soak through.

Eddie hissed as he slid down your body, pressing his mouth to the wet spot on your underwear. You gasped lightly, watching him. He was quite beautiful - his hair starting to dampen with sweat at the hairline, his eyes shimmery, hungry for you. He pressed his tongue down flat on your wet spot once - teasingly - and leaned up again, removing his shirt.

Your head was still swimming as he fully pulled your pants off at your ankles, gently spreading your legs, and pushing your underwear aside. He laid on his stomach, getting comfortable, and wrapped your legs on his shoulders. He quickly glanced up at you, his eyes dark.

"Your pussy is so fucking beautiful." He said, his voice a low growl. His voice caused you to whimper slightly, and before you could even think, his tongue was moving in action, teasing your clit in small, wet motions.

"Oh, fuck, Eddie-" You couldn't think as the pleasure started to rise.

"You're already so wet for me, princess," He said, going back to your clit again. He paused to pull your underwear off but was quickly back in your pussy, moaning as if he was eating a delectable meal. He switched between quick, teasing moments, and flattening his tongue against the entirety of your pussy. You weren't sure if it was because he was just that good, or if it was because you had quite literally been dreaming of this moment for a while, but after a few minutes, you felt the coil in your lower belly start to tighten.

"Fuck Eddie...you feel so fucking good. I-I-I'm close, I think-"

"Come for me." He spoke into your pussy, suddenly slipping a finger in. Slowly at first, he started to finger you, curving his finger in an upwards motion while inside. You shrieked, immediately grabbing his hair with both hands. He responded by growling into your mound, concentrated on sending you over the edge.

Suddenly, the coil snapped and you moaned his name, no longer in control of what came out of your mouth. Your head was swimming with hot pleasure, beads of sweat gathering on your temple as your hips bucked into his mouth. Eddie slipped his finger out and gave your clit a final, gentle kiss before he slid out from under your legs and sat on his knees. He stared at you and started to shake his head, smiling.

"So fucking sexy..." He murmured, unbuckling his pants. Quickly, you reached up to help him and he looked at you.

"Just trying to get your pants off faster," You said, a blush rising to you.

"And why's that?"

"I need you. To fuck me. Right now." You said, dragging his pants down. He chuckled and stood up, shaking his pants down to his ankles. The length of his cock sprung up in his boxers, creating a tent that your eyes immediately fell on. He paused a moment and took his boxers off, his cock already glistening with precum. He slowly made his way back to you, laying on top of you. His cock laid in between the lips of your pussy, causing you to moan slightly. He sucked on your neck, a hand finding it's way to your hair and tugging slightly.

"You're awfully greedy." He purred into your ear teasingly. You heard him open his bedside table drawer, grabbing a condom and snapping the draw shut. Kneeling up again while discarding the condom wrapper, he rolled the condom on his dick achingly slow, never taking his eyes off of you. You felt a new rush of wetness slide through your pussy, and you opened your legs up more.

Eddie stroked his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance, which was already aching with pleasure. He leaned forward, his forehead touching yours. Your breath hitched in your stomach as he looked into your eyes and you nodded, giving him the go ahead. His dick slid in without resistance, causing you to moan loudly and his eyes to roll back.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking wet," He hissed, starting to thrust slowly into you, "So fucking tight. Fuck s'good."

Eddie's cock filled you, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through you. You couldn't help your moaning - thank god Eddie's uncle wasn't home - and you felt like you were almost having an out of body experience. As Eddie started to speed his thrusts up, your hands find their way to the back of his hips, and your nails started to dig in deeper and deeper.

"Yes. Right there. Right there, Eddie. Fuck, you fuck me so good!" You stammered as he hit your walls. He grunted, panting, his hair tickling your face.

"Right there, baby? You like it right there?" He spoke, his voice a guttural growl, "You gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Be a good girl for me and show me."

His words shot through your pussy in combination with his thrusts, the sound of his dick slipping in and out of your wet pussy driving you over the edge. Sloppy kisses were exchanged as one of Eddie's hand found it's way underneath your shirt and bra, fingering a nipple.

"Fuck...I should've taken this shit off before we started." Eddie mumbled, still thrusting. You replied by whipping the shirt above your head, unhooking your bra and throwing it to the ground. Eddie's eyebrows raised and he smirked, leaning down to immediately take your nipple in his mouth. Your back arched and you gasped, one hand pushing Eddie's head down on your tits, and the other pushing his ass down to fuck you harder.

"Harder and you're gonna make me come again." You whimpered. Eddie responded by taking your nipple in his teeth, sucking harder and harder.

You started to see stars. You had never felt this type of pleasure before, and you never wanted it to stop. The combination of Eddie's cock, his mouth, and his words were about to send you careening over the edge.

"Oh, god-"

"Oh fuck, baby. I'm gonna come." Eddie said, his face finding your neck again. The hand on his head found its way to his chin, cradling it. His hair swung back and forth, and his eyelids were half shut, a deep crimson rising in his face.

"Come for me. Come with me-" Was all you were able to get out before one final thrust from Eddie sent you over the edge, causing you to scream his name, your hands finding his sheets and gripping for dear life. Hearing your screams caused Eddie to moan loudly, his whole body tensing as he spilled into the condom. He said your name, not quite as loud as your screams, but with matching intensity.

The only noises that could be heard were panting from the both of you. After a moment, Eddie slid out from inside of you, falling to the side of you and immediately taking you into his arms, kissing the top of your shoulder.

"So..." He finally said, a small chuckle playing on his words. You giggled and turned to face him, looking into his eyes.

"So."

"Now that we've established we're absolutely head over heels for each other", Eddie started, placing a kiss on your forehead, "And we're both incredibly sexually compatible..." Another kiss, "Is it like, totally corny to ask you to be my girlfriend or...no?"

You giggled again, running a hand through his hair, "I don't think so. I'd say yes, i think."

"You think?!"

"I'm kidding!" You laughed, sitting up on your elbow. You started to trace circles on his chest, the air falling back into place again. "So what now?"

"What now?!" Eddie asked. Boasting his best DM voice, he sat up and waved his arms in the air, "There's a whole big beautiful world we get to discover now together!"

You smirked, running a hand down his bare thigh, "But what if...I just want to stay in bed?"

A blush rose on Eddie's face and he smiled, looking at your lips, "Oh, well in that case, there's a lot to discover in here, too."

He reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer again.

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Whew, a doozy! What did you guys think?! My first time writing smut but it was just a little idea I had on my mind for a bit so I had to get it out. I love me some cute Eddie ideas.

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[justmeinadaze]

I was rereading your aftercare series and I thought about if reader and her bf had like really bad sex, maybe like in his car or something, and she doesn't even cum, and then he drops her off at home where Steve and Eddie help her get off and then take the best care of her 💙

Ok so I have a couple of requests in waiting I may use this version of them for. I think it will help focus my brain and since a lot of your requests are like this I think I can fit it into this AU and get them out faster :)

I hope you like!

Why Can't I Be in a Meg Ryan Movie? (Or Even a Good Porno)

Warnings: Actor Steve Harrington/ Rockstar & Actor Eddie Munson and Actress Fem Reader, SMUT, in the shower :), some heavy petting on set, dirty talk, reader and her boyfriend have sex and she does not have a good time (quick and brief), FLUFF, these three are filming a movie together and since they are supposed to be friends they BECAME friends behind the scenes, ANGST, reader is unhappily in a relationship, he's a dick sabotaging scenes and talking down to her, they are filming an 80s Slasher movie together so their are times those scenes are conveyed (mentions of death, blood, needing to feel safe, etc.) Those scenes are brief.

Word Count: 4897

The metalhead swings open his front door, gun drawn as you squeak and hide behind your gorgeous, captain of the football team best friend. 

“Whoa! It’s us, James, it’s us.”

“Jesus, Carter. What the fuck happened?!”, the long-hair boy asks as he gestures you two inside and locks the door. 

“Cindy’s fucking dead.”, the jock answered with a gruff tone as he guided you towards the sink and began washing the blood from your hands as you sobbed. 

“Shit. Nina, I’m so sorry.”

“I-I-It’s ok.”

The man’s palms grip your cheeks as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. 

“It’s not. We can make it through this. I know we can. We just need to figure out who this fucker is so we can kill him ourselves.”

“Agreed but we aren’t doing that tonight. James, is it alright if we stay here with you?”

“Dude, yeah, of course. Sweetheart, you can take the bed and we can—”

“No!”, you cry out. “Please…I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course, there’s only one fucking bed.”

Everyone in the room groans as you frustratingly lay your forehead against the tattooed arm you had reached out to grab. 

“Cut! Ryan, we’ve talked about this. You can’t interrupt a scene.”

“Aren’t you shooting in the studio next door?”, Steve growled in annoyance as he threw the prosthetic bat he was holding on to the counter. 

“Maybe they got tired of him to.”, Eddie whispered loud enough that your boyfriend could hear. 

When you received the script from your agent to be in a typical 80’s slasher, you immediately turned him down for fear of being type cast like some of the other actresses you read about who starred in the genre but when he mentioned you’d be working with not only the massive heartthrob and brilliant actor Steve Harrington but also the rockstar of one of your favorite bands Corroded Coffin, you changed your tune. 

 When you told your boyfriend however he was less than amused. Honestly, you thought it was more his anger that you were getting a high paying job than who you were working with. Ryan’s own career was starting to stall as the ratings for his current show were in decline. You noticed he had begun taking that out on you in subtle ways like demeaning you at a party or, like right now, sabotaging a scene. 

“Fuck you, Munson. I’m a respected actor! You’ve been in what one other movie?”

“Well shit. He got me, Harrington. What the fuck would I know about being an actor? Please Ryan can you teach me how to get on your level? Teach me how to be an asshole just like you!”

“OK! Jesus.”, the director whined. “Can we reset and do this with no interruptions please?!”

Both men turn and you follow Steve to the other side of the door. 

“I’m so sorry, you guys. He’s not always like this.”

“Hm. You need to be careful with that one, honey. I know he’s your boyfriend and all but I don’t want him to ruin all the hard work you’ve done here.”

“Steve, this is a slasher film about a killer who wears a suit and clown mask killing high school seniors. It’s not Citizen Kane.”, you giggle making them smile. 

“Yeah but picture people dressing up like you like they do with Jamie Lee Curtis or that hot chick whose show was big when we were school. What was it, Steve?”

“I have no idea.”, he chuckles. 

“With the hair and the black dress that…” Eddie mimed pushing his chest together as if he had boobs making you laugh harder. 

“Elvira?”

“YEAH! Good job, princess. Thank you. Imagine people dressing like you in that sexy ass tank top and jeans that hug them hips.”

You grinned as you lightly punched his arm. Since Steve was playing your best friend, after you were cast you reached out to him and invited him to lunch hoping to get to know him better. When he told you Eddie was hisbest friend, you insisted he bring him along and over the last few months had gotten to know both men fairly well. You loved their attitudes and the way they made you laugh. You felt safe with them which in a media dominated by men you appreciated. 

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“How was your date last night?”, you ask Steve while the three of were laying in the bed on set. 

You were a bit nervous because this was supposed to be your big kiss scene with him so you were trying to lighten the mood as much as possible. 

“Pfft terrible. She whined the entire time about my restaurant choice and was rude to the staff.”, he sighed as Eddie giggled behind you. 

“I tooooold you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up, Munson.”

“See we never had that problem when we shared girls.”

“Whoa! Excuse me. You’re going to have to elaborate on that.”, you laughed with wide eyes. 

“Ok, first off, it did happen a few times which is why we aren’t currently in a relationship. Secondly… Eddie and I…may have shared a partner a time or two.”

“Wow. Do you two, um,…”

“No, we don’t ‘um’ but yeah we like the way a woman unfolds when we take care of her.”, the metalhead smiles making you blush a bit. “Have you ever tried it?”

“Oh, uh, no. I’m not really…adventurous like that I guess.”

“Captain asshole doesn’t blow your mind?”

Your smile widens as you punch his chest.

“Not…no. I don’t know. Ryan tries but lately he seems so distracted.”

“Hm. That’s a shame. Beautiful girl like you should have all the attention on her.” Steve throws a soft grin your way, deepening the pink around your cheeks. 

You’re suddenly very aware you are in a long heavy metal shirt with underwear and no pants while both men are in sweatpants with Steve shirtless. 

“Ok, gang, get comfy. We’re going to do some lighting tests real quick to make sure we’re still good and then we’ll start rolling.”

Nodding, you three get in your places that were discussed in rehearsal. As Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and you do the same across Steve’s tummy, you feel very thankful your boyfriend wasn’t there today. After lifting his arm, you rest your head on his chest as he casually starts playing with your hair. 

“I’m not fucking anything up am I?”, he asks in a deep, husky voice you weren’t prepared for. 

“Oh, uh, no I think…I think you’re fine.” 

“You can put your hand on my chest if you want.”

Blinking up at him, you do what he suggests and a sigh leaves his lips at the feeling. 

“Ok, we are good to go. Everyone is sleeping except you Carter. Nina wakes up, you say your lines, kiss, and then you hear a noise that startles you.”

Your eyes shut as you nuzzle into him as he continues to move his fingers through your hair. 

“Alright, I need quiet on set and action!”

Your head stirs at the feeling of fingers caressing you as your eyes flutter open.

“Carter?”

“Yeah, hey, I’m right here.”

“Have you gotten any sleep?”

“No but I’m ok. James is past the fuck out though.” You both laugh as you glance behind you towards the sleeping metalhead. “He rolled over a while ago and wrapped his arms around you. I guess he thinks you’re a teddy bear or something. You ARE very comfy.”, he grins as he looks down at you. “I’m a little jealous.”

“James IS very pretty.”

His smile grows as he kisses your forehead. 

“Naw, honey. I mean he is very beautiful but…not as beautiful as you.”

Your eyes scan his as you both slowly tilt forward. When his lips land on yours, your body lights up as your palm lightly grips his cheek. His kisses come a bit more passionately as his own hand grips the back of your neck. As his tongue slides into your mouth, you groan as your mind is suddenly clouded with fuzzy feelings of your best friend. 

Is it just you or can you feel your other friend pressing himself against you. Isn’t he asleep? Maybe I could turn and—

“CUT! Guys! Listen!”, the director yells. “I said cut like five times! Y/N, Steve, remember in rehearsal we said it was a soft, delicate kiss.”

“Sorry.”, the actor whispers before turning towards you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” You glance towards Eddie whose eyes are squeezed shut still but he’s murmuring things to himself. 

“Cold showers, cold showers, Wayne naked, fucking Jeff puking after too many booze…”

“Are you alright?”, you ask.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m, um, I’m ok. I’m sorry if you, um, we can…I’m sure the intimacy lady can put like a pillow or something…”, he suggests as his gaze shifts between his legs under the blanket. “Y/N, I don’t think you’re supposed to moan when you kiss him.”

“Huh?”

“You moaned when you were kissing me.”, Steve answered breathily as he continued staring into the void with wide eyes. 

“That’s why I’m…I have a… you have really sexy moans, sweetheart.”

“And you taste really fucking good.”

Your eyes lock with Steve’s at his comment as a heavy exhale escaped your lungs. 

“Alright, gang, reset!”

Laying back in your original positions, you realize Eddie’s is a bit farther from you than he was before. Biting your bottom lip, you turn your head as much as you can towards him. 

“Ed, you can…you can scoot closer.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not.” To emphasis your point, you push your lower half into his and a subtle groan leaves his throat. Holding your hips, he grinds against you making your eye lids droop as your rub your thighs together and lift your leg over the other man’s waist, just grazing the growing bulge in the sweats they had them in. 

“Ok! We’re ready to go. Take two and we’re rolling…action!”

You ARE very comfy.”, he grins as he looks down at you. “I’m a little jealous.”

“James IS very pretty.”

His smile grows as he kisses your forehead. 

“Naw, honey. I mean he is very beautiful but not as beautiful as you.”

The boy’s lips feverishly crash to yours as he twists his torso to give himself better access to your

 mouth. 

“Carter.”, you moan.

“Y/N.”, he answers in your ear that’s furthest from the mic.

Your eyes shoot open as you realize what’s happening and no one is in character anymore. Pushing at his chest, he sees the slight regret in your eyes as he tries to regain his composure. 

“I think I heard something.”, you point absently off camera. Throwing off the blanket, he grabs his weapon before you quickly grab his arm. “Be careful…please. I-I-I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

His eyes soften as he leans in and give you a small peck on the lips. 

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be ok. I promise.”

############

“Geez.”, Ryan laughed as you tore at his pants in the back seat of his car. “What’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“I just…missed you.”

Your boyfriend’s grin grows as he takes hold of your lower back and flips you around till he’s on top of you yanking down your pants. As he kisses your neck and rubs his cock along the cotton blocking your core, your mind begins to wonder. 

Steve’s lips tasted amazing. I wonder what Eddie tastes like. Feeling them groan in my ear…fucking hell…

As Ryan’s length entered your sex, you suddenly felt underwhelmed.

They both felt so big even through their pants. I wonder what they would feel like inside of me…together…moaning like they had…

“Fuck, babe.” His body shook as he thrust his seed inside of you a bit too aggressively as you laid there unsatisfied. “God that was… did you…?”

Nodding your head, he beamed down at you as he kissed your forehead before reaching for a napkin on the floor of his car. When he handed it to you, you held it without moving as a disgusted look painted your face. 

“I have to get back to work.  You should go home and take a shower. You smell like sweat and that asshole rocker’s cigarettes.”

With that, he exited his vehicle and walked back inside. 

Shaking your head, you ambled over to your own car and reached into your glove compartment for some of the tissues you stored there. You sat in the driver’s seat for a while staring off into space feeling slightly dirty and used. 

You may have initiated the contact but lately Ryan hadn’t been satisfying you and the way he was after didn’t make you feel any better. 

Abruptly, you slammed your door and started the engine, driving off into what you thought was no particular direction. 

#############

“Hi, um, I’m sorry. I must be at the wrong—”

“Are you looking for Steven?”, the girl interrupted sassily. “Yeah you’re in the right place but don’t expect anything from either of these assholes.”

“Carol, why are you answering my door? I told you, please, get out.”

Steve’s eyes met yours as fear flashed through them. 

“All yours, babe.”

As she stomped past you, the boy took her place in the doorway of the apartment. 

“I’m sorry. I should just go.”

“No! Wait, no!”, he yelled panicked as he reached for your arm. “Please, come in. She was just…that’s the girl I had my date with who was rude, remember? She came over because…I didn’t call her? I don’t know.”, he shrugs. 

Stepping into their shared space, you were surprised by how modest it was. With how much money they made together, you would have expected them in a penthouse or a mansion. 

“Is the pterodactyl gone?”, Eddie asks as he exits his room pausing when he sees you. “Shit. Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? You look frazzled.”

“Why pterodactyl?”, you ask with a small smirk as you feel both their eyes intensely scanning you over. 

“She, uh, came in here like a bat out of hell screeching. Raaaaaaaw!”, he mimics as he spreads his arms like wings, smiling when you laugh. “See? I’m an actor.”

“What’s going on, honey? I thought you were spending some time with Ryan.”, Steve inquires as he leans over the back of their couch. 

“I was! I did… we, um, spent some time together… in his backseat…”

“And then he just sent you home?”

“Yeah, well, not right away. First he came in like 3 seconds and I learned that my boyfriend who I’ve been sleeping with for 4 months has no idea what a woman orgasming feels like because he asked me if I did and when I told him yes he got super excited. Then he proceeded to hand me a dirty napkin from his floor to clean myself with and then promptly told me I should go home and shower because I smell gross like sweat and your cigarettes Eddie.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised he even fucking noticed because I was barely even present during the whole experience because I was too busy imagining you two and what you would feel like inside me! Now I feel like a whore, used, and disgusting and I didn’t know where else to go so I just started driving and somehow ended up here and—”

Steve pulling you into his arms and pressing your face into his chest cut you off as you cried.

“Hey, Munson, is your shower actually clean?”

“I’m always on tour, Harrington, so what do you think?”

“No then?” Both boys smile when you giggle against him. “That’s ok. We can use mine. Come on, pretty girl.”

Eddie trails after you both as Steve guides you into his room and towards the bathroom. Opening the door to his standing shower, you marvel at how big it actually is. 

“Wow. This is very nice.”

“Thank you.”, he smiles as he sticks his palm under the water to make sure it its warm. As the steam starts to rise, he gestures inside. “All for you, honey.”

“Just me?”, you whisper as your gaze shifts between them. 

“What would make you comfortable, Y/N?”, Eddie asks as he steps closer to your side. 

Swallowing nervously, you close your eyes as you lift off your shirt and toss it to the side before unbuttoning your jeans to do the same. 

A tap on your shoulder causes you to open them again meeting the metalhead’s chocolate irises as he tries not to glance down your body. 

“You have to say it, sweetheart. If you don’t want this or anything at all that’s absolutely fine. If you want us to even just sit out here while you’re in there or just to stand in there with you…”

“Or if you want us to do some of those things you were imagining us doing when you were with Ryan…you have to say it.”, Steve adds.

Nodding silently, you remove your bra and slide down your panties, their gazes never leaving your face. 

“I want you two to shower with me and take care of me.”

Softly smiling, the remove their clothes and you provide them the same courtesy they did you, keeping your eyes forward. After guiding you in first, they follow behind and you let out a deep sigh as the water hits your hair. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I know I’ve always jokingly flirted with you but I do think you are gorgeous.”, Eddie admits making you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Can I kiss you?”

As soon as you get permission your lips connect to his, reveling in the taste of cigarettes that Ryan seemed to have so much disdain for mixed with mint and a hint of alcohol. While his fingers tangled in your hair to pull you closer, Steve’s hands behind you roamed everywhere, down your arms, along your stomach, and up to your breasts. 

The metalhead tenderly kissed your jawline, trailing the valley of your chest. Almost as if offering him a taste, the boy behind you cupped the bottom of you breast as Eddie wrapped his lips around the bud eliciting a soft moan from you. 

“Eddie.”

“Does that feel good, honey?”, Steve murmured in your ear as you leaned your head against his shoulder. 

“Yes. S-So good.”

Descending to his knees, Eddie turned you to face the other man, opening your legs a bit wider and you mewled when his long tongue flicked your entrance. 

“How do you feel now, Y/N?”

“Fuck.” Your response makes Steve chuckle as he grabs your cheeks and brings your lips to his. “Can I…touch you…please…”, you ask between each kiss. 

“Baby, you can touch us as much as you want as long as you’re comfortable.”

As soon as your small hand takes hold of his cock he groans as his forehead falls on yours, panting against your mouth as you stroke him. 

“Shit. We’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. How you would feel and what you would sound like.”

Your head leans against his chest as Eddie’s tongue moves faster inside of you. Abruptly your knees buckle but the metalhead is faster than his friend as he catches you and leans your back against his chest. Looping his arm around your front, he thrusts his two of his fingers into your cunt while you cling to his wrist. 

“That good, baby girl? Good, you deserve it. You’re not a whore, sweetheart, and you’re definitely not disgusting. Cum for me, Y/N.” Turning your head, you passionately kiss him as you come undone. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight when you cum. Are you kidding me?”

“M-More. I want more. Please.”

Steve lifts you up just enough to place your back on the tile as he climbs on top of you and you promptly circle your legs around his waist. 

“This ok? The tile isn’t cold, right?” Shaking your head, you lean up to kiss him, grinding your lower half against his desperately. “Are you… on—fuck—can I cum inside you?”

“Please.”

He licks his lips at the word as his cock twitches against you. Reaching between your bodies, he grips his base and as you tilt up to look you moan at how big he seems even in his own large hand. 

“Go slow at first. I’ve…I’ve never had someone as big as you two.”

“Shit, honey, you can’t say stuff like that.”, Steve breathily laughs as his head hangs, his damp hair tickling your face a bit. “Okay…okay, I can do that.”

Feeling extra warmth by your side, you turn to see Eddie laying on his side as he flashes you a soft smile. Biting his own lip, he watches as your face contorts and your back arches as the boy on top of you starts pushing into your core. 

“It’s ok, princess. You’re ok.”

Steve’s head fell next to your opposite side and your pussy couldn’t help but clench at the sound of his whimpers in your ear. His hand suddenly smacks the floor beside you as his arm bent at the elbow. The action startled you but made his friend laugh. 

“That hard, Harrington?” Your eyes meet his in confusion as he beamed down at you. “He’s trying to control himself from not just pounding into you. Your little pussy is driving him crazy.”

This confused you even more since every man you had been with never had the reaction Steve was having now. Even Ryan made it seem like you and your body were nothing special. 

“Hey, hey come back, Y/N.”, Eddie cooed as he caressed your cheek with his finger. 

That caused Steve to push up on his arms to look down at your face. 

“Are you ok? I’m not h-hurting you or anything right?”

“No, you’re not. No one…no one has ever…made me feel like…BEING with me is anything special.”

They knew what you meant and it broke their hearts as the man inside you kissed your forehead before placing his head back where it had been by your ear. 

“I’m sorry, baby. You deserve so much better then that. Your pussy should be worshipped. Fuck me. I swear, Y/N, I’ve never had anyone as tight as you. I could fucking live inside you. God… I knew it when you kissed me. You’re definitely fucking special.”

When he was fully sheathed inside you, your hands clung to his shoulders while he waited patiently for you to tell him he could move. 

Your hips tested the waters as you rolled them upwards making you both moan as your eyes rolled back. 

“P-Please, Steve.” Tilting up a bit, he placed his nose against yours as he slowly thrust into your body. “Fuck, I can feel you in my stomach.”

His mouth fell open as his pants warmed your face even more than the shower steam around you. As your nails scratched down his back, his pace quickened, hitting that spongy spot inside of you repeatedly as you whimpered at the feeling. 

“Steve. Harder, baby.”

Pushing up onto his knees, the man gripped your thighs for leverage as he honored your request. 

“Like that, Y/N? Is he about to make you cum?”, Eddie murmured in your ear as his palm held your face.  “Cum, Y/N. Let him feel what I did. Trust us, sweetheart, we know exactly what a beautiful woman coming feels like.”

Arching your back high off the tile beneath you, your vision was blinded by white as you came.

“Jesus.”, Steve growled through gritted teeth as he chased his own release.

Your lips mingled with Eddie’s as the other man leaned forward to massage your tits in his large palms before hearing him grunt above you as pumped his spend into your cunt. 

After carefully pulling out of you, both men trailed kisses to your neck, tenderly sucking and nibbling at your sweet spots as your body continued to tingle with need. 

“Eddie…please…”

“You don’t have to take me tonight, princess. Tonight is about you.”

“I want you.”

“Fuck me. Say that again.”

“I want you, Eddie. I need you.”

Once Steve was out of the way, the metalhead guided you around until your back was to his chest again with you both laying on your sides. On impulse, you lifted your leg and without missing a beat, he held it in place with his palm firmly gripping your thigh. 

Grinding his hips, his cock ran along your pussy lips as you moaned. 

“I’ll go slow too at first, ok?”

After you nod, he releases his hold on you only long enough to maneuver his length into your heat. 

“Oh my god.”, you whine as your head falls into the nook of his other arm. 

“I know. I know, baby. You’re—mmm—you’re doing so well. Tight little pussy is stretching out perfectly for me. Fuck.”

“Fuck me, Eddie. I-I can take it.”

Smiling, his fingers grabbed your jaw, turning you to face him so his forehead could lean on yours. 

“You can take it? Are you sure?” As if to test you, he slammed his waist hard into yours hitting your now overly sensitive and abused g-spot making you whimper against his lips. 

“Yeeees, baby, just like that.”

“You want it hard like that, sweetheart? Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful like this.”

While Steve did talk a bit while he was inside you, Eddie couldn’t seem to stop, whispering praises and compliments against your skin as he thrust into you. You definitely didn’t mind, wishing you could focus on anything but the pleasure to do the same. 

“Stay with me, pretty girl. I need to feel you cum again and squeeze my dick.”

“Eddie…I…feels…good…”

Grinning again, he tenderly kissed your lips. 

“Are you trying t-to praise me? Aw, poor baby can’t focus on words?” When you whined and nodded, his smiled grew. “Good. It’s ok, Y/N. Just focus on my cock right now. I want you to cum for me.”

Picking up his pace, you circle your arm behind you around his neck clinging to his hair till you felt your body tremble as the coil in your stomach snapped. 

“God damnit! Atta girl. Feels so fucking good.”

While your pussy quivered around him, he pumped into you till you felt him warm your insides as you milked him dry. 

After pulling out, the three of you laid on the floor of the shower on your back trying to catch your breathes. 

“I can’t tell if I’m steamy or sweaty.”

You smirked as they both laughed at your statement. 

“Either way, you smell good. Hang on.” Closing your eyes, you listened to Steve move around before jumping when you feel a washcloth between your legs. “Sorry! Sorry. I should have warned you. I’m just cleaning you.”

“I hope its ok it’s not a dirty napkin.”, Eddie sassed making you giggle as you reach over to lightly punch his arm. “You deserve better than him, Y/N.”

“You really ARE special. I hope you know that.”, Steve added. “And not just your body.”

You don’t say anything as they turn off the water and lead you back to the bedroom to dry you.

“Do you want your clothes or I can give you one of my shirts. According to Ryan, your stuff smells like smoke so I don’t see what difference a new shirt would make.”

“Oh. Um…I can just…wear my clothes…”, you pout as you hang your head. 

As your about to turn to take the garments from Eddie’s hands, the other boy grabs your wrist as he takes a seat on his bed. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“No, hey, no. Not nothing. What’s running through your mind?”

Unlike with your boyfriend, when your eyes shift between theirs you don’t see annoyance but empathy. They genuinely want to make sure you’re alright. 

“Do you want me to go?”

You question surprises them as they exchange a glance. 

“No. God no.”, the metalhead answers as he sits on the bed as well. “Y/N, we just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. If you want to go you’re more than welcome but we’d rather you stay.”

“We don’t want you to feel how you felt when you came in here.”, Steve adds. 

“I don’t feel like that. I wouldn’t feel like that if I left right now either.” They softly smile your way as they nod. “I don’t want to leave though. Not yet.”

“Aaaaare you hungry? We were going to order some food before Harrington’s ex-girlfriend flew in wreaking havoc.”

“Oh my god. Ok, we went on ONE date! One!”

“Can we get food from the restaurant you took her to. I really want to see if your restaurant choices do suck.”, you giggle as he rolls his eyes. 

“I hate you both.”, Steve teases as he gets up and heads for the phone.

Eddie helps you into one of his shirts and his friend’s shorts he found nearby. 

“Comfy? Good. See, princess, you’re adventurous.”, he winks as he grabs your palm in his before looking down at how they fit together. “Did you like it? Being with two people?”

With your free hand, you tilt his chin and kiss his lips. 

“I liked being with you two.”

Steddie Asks

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[dollieguts1010]

KICKINCHICKEN HEADCANONS

• He's very competitive at sports (he always loses to Hoppy)

• He's 12 years old

• His best friend's are Bubba Bubbaphant and Hoppy Hopscotch

• His favorite food is pizza

• His pronouns are He/Him/His

• He's pansexual but he's in the closet (the closet is made out of glass and the doors are wide open)

• The only ones that doesn't know that he's pansexual is his parents (if they did know they would be very supportive)

• He's MADLY in love with Hoppy

• He was born with a condition that caused his feathers to stay permanently yellow. Because of that, he looks much younger than the rest of his family

• HATES looking weak in front his friends (especially Hoppy)

• He doesn't like to tell people when he's scared so, if he tells does you that, then that means he REALLY must trust you

• He's surprisingly good at cooking/baking and every once in awhile if he's in a good mood, he will bring some kind of sweet treat

• Is a soda addict

• He's great at voice impressions

• He will always have a random pack of bubblegum on him

His favorite sports are basketball, football, and soccer

• He respect Dogday as a friend and leader however, he does think that Dogday is a bit naive when it comes to trusting strangers

• He likes mudwrestling with Picky and Hoppy

• He likes to do art and crafts with Crafty and likes being her model for her artwork

• He likes sour candy

• He's a heavy sleeper

• He likes to make a makeshift nest out of blankets and pillows

• The only kind of reading he likes is reading comic books

• When he gets stress out he starts ripping his feathers out

• He gets very creeped out by Catnap

• Has a healthy relationship with his parents

• He idolizes his father and wants to be like him when he gets older

• He likes to go surfing with his father

• Randy (Kickin's father) loves to tease Kickin due to the fact that he knows that Kickin is in love with Hoppy. Like if Randy sees Kickin admiring Hoppy from the distance he'll just say something like "Hey, what'cha doing buddy? Are you checking out your GIRLFRIEND!!!!" then Kickin will get embarrassed and just yell at his dad "Dad! C'mon! what's wrong with you?!"

• His parents and Hoppy's parents have known each other for a very long time

• He has a great relationship with Holly and Henry (Hoppy's parents)

• Is a video game lover

• Likes to wrestle with Dogday

• He often armwrestles with Hoppy or Bubba (he always loses)

• He sees Dogday as his brother

• Sometimes he'll just randomly go to Dogday's house and spend the night there for no reason

• Likes playing fetch with Dogday

• Him and Dogday often play basketball together

• He likes it when the girls puts makeup on him and dolls him up, he likes feeling like a femqueen 😌💅✨

• From time to time, he likes picking flowers and gardening with his mother

• Likes stargazing with Hoppy

• He'll be on the phone with Hoppy for HOURS

• He often listens to 80's music

• He loves action and comedy movies

• During molting season Kickin gets very insecure about his looks and thinks he looks ugly due to his lack of feathers so he hides in his house until it's over

• Only Hoppy is allowed to see him during molting season

• He has a secret sketchbook that he hides under his mattress that is just COVERED in doodles of Hoppy with tiny pink and red hearts over the pages

• When ever he wants to draw on his secret sketchbook, his always makes sure he's home alone first then, he'll lock himself in his bedroom then hide underneath his bed

• Has a big potty mouth and if he gets hurt or something really happens, all hell brakes loose

• He makes his own at-home action movies

• He plays the drums and guitar

• Is a surprisingly good singer

• Is a great dancer

• If someone calls him out when he's crying he'll just say "I'm not crying you are!" or "I have dust in my eye!"

• Will put himself in danger so he can protect his friends

• Picks out the coolest looking rocks that he can find at the beach and gives them to his friends or keeps them

• Pulls harmless pranks with Hoppy

• Is a pro at skating/surfing

• Owns 10 different kinds of skateboards and owns 5 different kinds of rollerblades

• Want to own a motorcycle when he gets older

• Likes to go to the beach, to collect shells, pretty rocks, go swimming and surfing

• Gives little nicknames to his friends

• Loves roadtrips and always calls shotgun for the front seat

• Loves messing with Bubba any chance he gets

• He often calls Bubba "nerd or "brainiac"

• He often calls Hoppy "Hops" or "Hopscotch"

• Firework enjoyer

• Is money smart not book smart

• Knows when he goes too far

• Sometimes says the wrong thing at the wrong time

• Sometime has the most RANDOM BEEF with Crafty for no reason

• Gossip with the girlies

• Likes racing Hoppy (he always loses)

• Once accidentally broke Hoppy's leg while playing soccer

(somebody pls understand the reference)

• Likes and trys to make others feeling better about themselves when they're down in the dumps

• Is the best at coming up with witty comeback

• Him and Hoppy often have roasting sessions that lasts at least an 35 minutes (the others just sit back relax and enjoy the free show)

• Takes at least 15 minutes when he's combing his "hair" (feathers)

• He has a whole box of hair products

• Will defense his friends in a physical or verbal fight

• He'll often come home all bruised and beat up, because he was defending his friends or defending someone who couldn't defend themselves from mean older kids (his parents get so scared every time he comes home all beaten up)

(can someone draw a comic of this? pls🙏)

• He's favorite color is reddish orange

• Is a junk food lover

• Hates broccoli

• Has a plushie that he vents too

• Has a baby sister named CeeCee and is very protective of her (he's not afraid to throw hands with anyone who tries to mess with her)

• Sometimes his parents will find him resting in CeeCee's nest while cuddling her (they think it's so cute)

• May act all cool, brave, and confident but he's actually a bit insecure about himself (he's really good at hiding it)

• If you dare him to do something he WILL do it (especially if it involves money)

• Dance Rush and DDR enjoyer

• Can NOT handle spicy food! He will cry and throw up if he eats spicy food

• Has lots of karaoke nights with his friends

• Has been childhood friends with Hoppy since they were 6 years old

• Has known Dogday since he was baby chick

• He has a great relationship with Dawn (Dogday's mother) and sees her as he's second mother

• Mentally freaks out if he sees somebody eating chicken

• He will throw up if he accidentally eats chicken

• He used to have a crush on Bubba when he was younger

• He also had a small crush on Crafty for a while

• He makes little shell bracelets and necklaces as gifts!

• Sometimes he gets worried that he's not "manly enough"

• He clucks when he laughs

• He also clucks when he sneezes

• When he's shocked or startled he will lose his feathers

• Him and Dogday often go bowling together

• Was the first one to join the Smiling Critters

• His star necklace was gifted to him by Dogday

• Has the most immature humor in the group

(if he hears something that sounds slightly dirty, he'll just start laughing)

• He once broke his arm while riding a skateboard

• Him and his family live in a giant treehouse that's on the beach

That's all for now!

*I will add more later!*

#poppy playtime #smilling critters #kickinchicken #smiling critters headcanons

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday to the actor Tony Curran born 13th December 1969 in Glasgow.

Tony took to acting while still in his teens, he recalls the days in the Scottish Youth Theatre with Gerard Butler. Young Anthony Curran went on to attend the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama before gaining notoriety with a prominent role on the BBC series This Life. He would go on to make a name for himself in movies with a sci-fi/fantasy bent, like The 13th Warrior, Blade II, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Beowulf, of his small screen credits, our old favourite Taggart returns after not appearing on Kenneth Cranham’s CV yesterday!

Curran has made a name for himself in over the Atlantic in a number of US shows which include, Numb3rs, Medium, 24, Sons of Anarchy and Elementary. His most notable appearances over here have been in the ITV series Ultimate Force, Dr Who, as Vincent van Gogh , and more recently in the E4/Netflix original series Crazyhead.

Tony appeared in the 2018 Netflix film Outlaw King about Robert the Bruce and the Wars of Scottish Independence, where he played the part of Aonghus Óg of Islay, ( Angus Macdonald) chief of Clann Domhnaill. Back over in the states he has recently been in Ray Donovan, which is a great series series and few episodes of the CBS show SEAL Team. He also turned up in the mini series, Your Honor, which also stars the excellent US actor Brian Cranston of Breaking Bad fame, it’s great hearing Scottish accents in US shows, don’t you think?

Tony is another guy I follow on twitter, the guy has a heart of gold, I remember he tweeted “Me and my lass woke up this morning temperatures dropping compelled to help our homeless, loaded up some blankets pillows clothes, sweaters jackets, I’m sure we all have stuff we can donate, it all helps.” He was then out on the streets handing them out to the homeless, Tony was involved in a charity weekender with all funds raised going to St Mary’s & St Alphonsus and the great community work they do. He has in the past played charity football matches in Glasgow.

In the past couple of years Tony has been playing Despero in the Super Hero series The Flash, Tony has also appeared in the US movie, Two Deaths of Henry Baker where he plays a town Sheriff, this year he appeared in the US crime series The Calling, the show has some good reviews on IMDB with a 7.1/10 rating, and in an episode of the US show For All Mankind

Last year Tony appeared in a homegrown project. The two part “series”, Mayflies is set in a Scotland and Manchester in the 80′s Martin Compston co-stars along with new Shetland star Ashley Jensen, it is on BBC1 on December 28th. The show is based on a novel by Scottish author Andrew O'Hagan's book of the same name. It tells the story of Jimmy (Compston) and Tully (Curran) who ignite an “unforgettable friendship” defined by music, films and their shared rebellious spirit in a small Scottish town in the 1980s. if you haven't seen it, please look it up, and keep the hankies close by.

In the past couple of years Tony has appeared in a couple of US series, an unexpected second season of Your Honor and Secret Invasion.

On fame Tony commented;

"I've been lucky. I don't for a minute take for granted the good fortune I have had. You don't like to get ideas above your station, especially a boy from the south side of Glasgow."

#scotland #scottish #history #actor #television #cinema #happy birthday

[ciaonicole85]

Chapter 2: Getting to Know You

I recently wrote a post-season 2 story about Carmy helping with Sydney's apartment search. I wanted to back track a little to get into his head space just after the Friends and Family almost disaster, but prior to the apartment hunt, during which he is hopelessly crushing on Sydney. Mostly, it's backstory and gives more context to why Carmen is who he is :)

When Carmy stumbled frozen and broken out of the walk-in the night of Friends and Family, Sydney was waiting for him. However, something in his eyes made her reconsider whatever she had been planning to say. She pointed him to sit on floor against a stove she had turned on and made him hot tea. Wordlessly she sat on the floor next to him until he finished. When he tried to speak, nothing came out. His icy mottled fist began to circle his chest, but Sydney closed her hand over his.

"We'll start over again tomorrow."

Weeks later Carmen asked her why she hadn't quit that night. She said "Your face…it looked like mine did when I lost Sheridan."

In return she had asked him what happened with Claire and if it had been her fault.

"No. She thought she knew me, but she didn't and honestly, we didn't have anything in common."

The more Carm thought about Claire the sorrier he felt about how he'd behaved and the less he regretted the break-up. Claire was his high school dream girl. She was always kind to him, despite being able to mingle in nearly every clique at school. She was as comfortable with the student government club, as she was with the skaters. Everyone liked her and for no apparent reason she frequently stopped at his locker to ask if he had gum or invite him to study. So he always kept a pack of gum for her, but was too shy to join her study group. Once she and two of her friends ambushed him after school and convinced him to come to a party the night prior to graduation. He decided he might as well not end his high school career without ever having gone to one. The party was held in woods behind one of the football player's homes. There was a bonfire, cheap beer, too few cups, and couples making out or swaying to "Die in Your Arms".

Claire found a clean Solo cup and they shared a drink as she gazed into his eyes.

"I love this song"

"Yeah…it's popular".

Natalie had been playing Justin Bieber non-stop for the last few years and Carm was almost willing to give up all music if he never had to listen to him sing another note.

He didn't remember the rest of the conversation, but at some point Claire kissed him. 12 years later when they began dating she brought up the night of the party and how he looked so surprised and blushed.

"You were so cute. I bet it was your first kiss!"

"No, but almost" he said a little taken aback. As pleased as he was that Claire was interested, he felt like her project. Something about their relationship reminded him of a cheesy 80's teen movie. Too sweet. Not enough acid.

He could have saved them both a lot of trouble if he'd not given her any number, much less a fake one. But it was Claire, the brilliant, fearless, beautiful girl he'd used to sketch over and over again and she wanted HIM. He liked her so much back then. She went off to Michigan State and he began peeling mushrooms at a restaurant eventually becoming Carmen Berzatto "the most excellent CDC at the most excellent restaurant in the entire United States of America."

But before Claire, in 7th grade summer school, there was Kyla Branson. Carmy needed to take 7th grade math again before they'd pass him to 8th grade and Kyla was a transfer student. She had just finished 6th grade, and was taking 7th grade math and English early, because she was a pianist. A whole freakin' prodigy that would be touring with Eric Clapton later that fall. The math teacher had told the class, much to Kyla's obvious discomfort.

On the third day the class split into pairs to do an assignment and Carmy and Kyla were paired. He could barely look at her. Kyla had thick curly eyelashes which framed her large black brown eyes, her hair was usually brushed up into a soft coily bun like a ballerina, she wore small white diamond earrings in her shockingly small ears, and she had an heart-breakingly cute overbite that showed whenever she smiled. Carmy was gone over this little black girl. She was very shy too, but an overachiever so she persevered in making him talk enough to get the work done.

Once she saw his sketches on the back of his notebook and said he was artist. Using his best charcoal pencils he drew a portrait of her in the privacy of the attic at home. On the last day of summer school he gave it to her when class dismissed and dashed out of the room, his face redder than Heinz ketchup. Kyla caught up with him outside and grabbed his hand leading him out of the view of the car pick-up line.

"Thank you Carmen. I think you're beautiful too" Kyla whispered and kissed him full on the mouth. For three seconds. Then she ran back to the car pick up line, got into her parent's car and Carmen never saw her again.

Once he thought he saw her. The eyes and overbite were startling familiar, but the name was different. It was the day that Sydney Adamu walked into The Beef. It was the day that someone saw who he really was again.

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #sydney x carmy #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto #syd adamu #fan fiction #fan fic

[callsignspark]

Hello, yes. It’s me.

Tell me more about the frat boy Bob college AU!

this is one of my favorite AUs I have bubbling in my brain because frat boy Bob? he’s a sexy sweetheart 🤤 also this is like 80% @withahappyrefrain’s fault because she’s the one I originally word vomited this onto

it all started sometime last January when Rainey posted that photo of him on his birthday and his keys were in the photo, a gym membership tag on the chain. (and it’s a crime I can’t find it rn omg) but it really cemented my favorite thing about Lewis. which is how he’s so “just a guy” all the time. famous dad? just some guy with a gym membership tag on his keys. second tier character in 2022’s biggest movie? just some guy who does theater in his spare time. he has two hats, and three shirts, and one pair of boots. I like him so much because he’s Just Some Guy™ - just a simple man. I adore that about him. having said all that: I present my frat boy college!Bob AU

Bob feels like someone you would have gone to college with, had a huge crush on for all four years, then forget about after graduation. But not without a lot of work to stop those feelings and pining, but eventually, a few years later he floats away. Except for those few times he appears on a mutual friend’s social media. And every time you see him on social media, the crush reignites. Just a little tiny bit.

One day you run into him randomly and find out he’s moved to your city. He doesn’t know anyone else and you exchange numbers, you learn he actually did you know in school. He actually had a crush but didn’t do anything about it and would you like to go out now?

Because Bob was the cool nerd in school. Like he’s quiet and shy, so studious and freaking brilliant. But he’s also in a frat somehow and on the baseball team at a school that doesn’t care about baseball. So he’s absolutely in shape and at the gym in his free time but no one ever notices how big his biceps and how handsome and funny is his because they’re staring at the football players.

But our leading lady notices him.

She likes the quiet guy from her creative writing class (an elective for both of them) who has the same backwards baseball cap on every time she sees him at the gym. Bob also notices her at the gym when he goes in the evenings for him team workout. His morning workout is rowing in the river in town, and if the dock where he likes to start his mornings happens to go by the apartment building where his pretty classmate likes to do homework on her balcony while the sunrises? Well that’s just a bonus.

She’s part of the school’s dance ensemble club (a relaxed, just for fun, non-performance version of the dance team) and he loves the glimpses he gets of her through the studio door. Her smile is always so wide and bright as she moves to the music in the little studio. The studio which is conveniently next to the weight section he always ends his workouts in. They frequently end up leaving the gym at the same time and always give each other polite smiles. He eventually gets brave enough to open the door for her and it becomes a little tradition that he quick walks ahead to grab it for her. Eventually they get up to exchanging “thank you” and “have a good night” and smiles but they never talk more than that.

Cue graduation and real world starting. And bam then they’re running into each other at a gym. As he’s finishing his last cool down stuff he notices a familiar head and watches as she walks out of a barre class. He scrambles to open the door for her - his established way of flirting!!! - and our story begins. There’s nothing sexier than a courteous man. Especially one that has sweaty little curls poking out the sides of his hat!! And once they tumble into bed she finds out how much sexier those sweaty curls are when she’s the cause of them.

#he’s sweet and sexy and he likes when those curls are yanked on 👀 #robert bob floyd #wip game #<- kinda it’s my wip tag

[drurrito]

High For This

summary: CollegeAU - You get high for the first time at Tony’s 420 party

a/n: 420 fic I finally finished...in July...enjoy!

warnings: drug use, cursing, alcohol use, suggestive but no smut tbh

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“Happy 4/20!” Tony cheers when he throws open the door. You crack a smile, giving him a half hug half pat on the back deal when you step inside his home. It’s huge, even makes fraternity row look like townhomes. You kick off your shoes and follow him into the movie room, not to be confused with his home theater. This room has a wall to wall couch and a bar in the back. Different colors crawl across the room while some old 80’s movie is playing silently on the wall. You notice a few classmates scattered around the room, Bucky is the first to greet you.

“Y/N, you smoke?”

“This would be the first,” you nod, “brought some booze in case I chicken out.”

“I pegged you as a do-gooder,” Natasha says, her hair flawlessly flips over her shoulder when she turns to look at you.

“You’ll be alright,” she gives you a crooked grin and turns back to her conversation with Steve. 

“If you start bugging out, I’ll just toss you into the pool,” Tony launches himself onto the couch and earns a glare from Natasha when her body jerks from the impact.

“Thanks,” you settle down on the edge of the couch, there’s at least a bus-length between you and the rest of the group. You kick yourself for already being awkward and just double down on your decision. 

Tony hears the doorbell ring and he’s on his feet again. You look over just in time to catch Natasha looking at you curiously, you brush it off as something to do with the lighting and turn your attention to the movie. 

Tony is your best friend, he was so used to people bending over backwards for him as the rich kid. It was refreshing to him that you wouldn’t budge like the others, even putting him in his place from time to time.

You know Bucky and Steve. Always sharing video game tournaments and nights out with them. They’re both on the football team, star players. You feel celebrity-adjacent every time you’re out and about with them. This campus treats them like gods.

Natasha is a little more foreign to you. You both have Conservation Biology together and cross paths sometimes when you’re hanging out with the group. She moves through campus the same way a melody moves through a song. 

“Busted!” you quickly turn to find a silver-haired guy standing in the doorway with finger guns panning across the room.

“Pietro, you’re ruining the vibe,” Tony trots in front of the guy and takes his place again on the couch.

“Come on in, everyone, there’s enough weed to last us until our kids’ kids graduate from college.”

Tony waves at the door and you see a small crowd pile into the room. You recognize a few more people, except for the auburn haired woman who gives Pietro a punch in the arm. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until she takes a seat with only a couch cushion between you two. You flash a friendly smile and quickly turn away to find that the 80’s movie was replaced by some 90s action film. 

“We have history together,” her voice is like a delicate hand pulling on your jaw to look at her.

Your shoulders stiffen while your mind stumbles until it registers what she meant, “right, Professor Fury’s class.”

“He’s…intense,” her lopsided smile pulls a low rumble of a laugh from your chest. 

“He is,” you agree, “he’s got a soft spot for cats, though. I saw him cradling a student’s tabby one time when she stopped by his office hours.”

“So you’re saying he loves pu-” she smacks Pietro in the chest so hard it echoes through the room, his wheezing is just as loud..

“Wanda,” she holds her hand out and you take it with enough hesitation to mask your enthusiasm.

“Y/N,” you give her another smile and she opens her mouth to say something until Tony shouts about sitting in a circle to start the festivities.

You bring a pillow down with you, securing your spot so you have the couch at your back. Everyone settles around you. There’s a tray of joints, blunts, pieces and Tony’s favorite bong in the middle of the circle. 

You look around the circle, tuning out Tony’s monologue about “the devil’s lettuce” you catch a glimpse of Natasha’s eyes and you swear she winks at you, damn lighting.

Tony and Steve are the first to light a joint, you watch as smoke begins to bloom and fill the room. Bucky passes you the joint and you roll it between your fingers a bit. 

“Take a few small inhales,” he coaches.

“Take it to the dome!” Tony’s high voice is already making an appearance. You shoot him a funny look and he just shrugs before hitting his bong.

You take Bucky’s suggestion and let the smoke ease into your lungs. When you exhale, Tony starts slow clapping.

“Congrats, y/n, now you’re a sinner like the rest of us!”

That makes you laugh, you go in for another drag before passing it to Wanda. She takes a much longer drag than you and you watch dumbly as her lips part to exhale the smoke. 

“How you doing, champ?” Steve asks you.

“So far so good, I think this shit is weak, Tony,” you watch him pretend to be offended before he grins the same way villains in those cheesy superhero movies do.

“Oh contraire, y/n--it’s going to hit you like a truck,” he can’t help but giggle at himself and you shake your head.

“Where’s the food, Tony?” Bucky chokes out, too much of a big hit you figure.

“Relax, meathead, it should be here any-” the doorbell rings as if right on cue. Tony makes his exit and you lean against the couch, staring at the colors dancing on the ceiling. Everyone starts to disperse while you close your eyes for a bit. Your limbs are starting to feel heavy and you take a big breath to settle in for the ride. 

“You doing okay?”

It takes you a few seconds longer in your new state to register that the voice belongs to Natasha. She’s standing over you, an amused smile thinly spread across her face.

“I think it’s hitting me,” you mumble and the laugh that escapes her mouth makes you want to say something stupid just to hear it again.

“Here,” she hands you a bottle of water and you thank her before taking a few sips. Steve hands you another joint with that All-American grin plastered on his face.

“Lift off,” he teases. You take a slightly bigger hit this time and exhale. He tries to push the joint away when you hand it back but you just about shove it into his fingers. Your legs start to melt into the plush carpet, you’ve never felt more relaxed.

“Pizza’s here, kids--and look, I found a stray,” you crane your neck in time to watch Tony pull Pepper into his side for a sloppy kiss.

Steve and Buck move to grab a few slices. Steve tries to offer you one but you decide to ride out your high for a little longer.

“On the floor?” Bucky rips a bite out of his pizza.

“Why not on the floor?”

“Y/N is floor-locked!,” Tony whoops, you want to shoot him a look but your limbs are uncooperative at the moment.

You take a few more sips of your water and let out a long sigh. You were never curious about drugs enough to go out and try them on your own. It wasn’t until Tony offered to babysit you for your first time did you even consider smoking weed.

Tony is the sole catalyst for a lot of your adventures and antics. He is always dragging you through long, sweaty, drunken nights and even longer weekends on whatever toy or property his family owns. You try not to think about how boring college would have been without being friends with someone as rich and impulsive as Tony.

Music starts to creep into your ears when Natasha is standing over you again.

“How do you feel about massages?” she leans down, making it a point that the question is for you and only you.

“I’m a fan,” you quickly pull the goofy smile from your face, being high makes it very hard to hide what you’re feeling, you note.

“Good,” she straightens up and swings a leg over you, you stay impossibly still while she settles down on the couch behind you. She taps a hand on your shoulder and you don’t get the message until she gently pulls you against the couch and firmly between her legs.

Natasha starts to dig into your shoulders. That joint must have been laced because you feel like you’re dreaming. You close your eyes from time to time, absorbing the sensation of her fingers working into your muscles.

“You’re so wound up,” she breaks your concentration.

“Yeah? Guess being Tony’s handler did a number on me,” that gets a soft chuckle from Natasha. Tony and Bruce are starting a 2k tournament, yelling at each other in front of the massive screen. A few people watch while others carry on with their conversations.

You have to stomp out the whine that tries to escape when Natasha eventually stops.

“Better?” you stretch and roll your shoulders, you feel a lot more in your body than you did before her magic touch.

“Better, thank you,” you take a seat with some space between you two.

“Relax, I don’t bite.”

“Maybe she’s into that,” you hear Wanda’s voice and nervously laugh, running a hand through your hair before deciding to take a gulp of water, anything to avoid her gaze

“Alright children, let's circle up again, it’s time to spin the bottle!” Tony declares as he drops onto the ground next to Pepper. You groan, peeling yourself off the couch and lowering yourself to the carpet below.

Your mind is so busy bouncing around that Tony has to shout at you to spin the bottle.

“Oops,” you mumble, reaching for the bottle and giving it a spin. You almost forget you’re playing a game by the time it lands on Wanda.

“Oh, okay!” Tony claps his hands together and rubs them vigorously in thought, “shotgun!”

“What’s that?” you turn to Wanda who is already reaching for a joint.

“It’s easy,” she starts to lean towards you, ignoring Pietro’s grumblings. You only lean in a bit before you feel slender fingers cup your jaw and pull you in closer. 

“I blow, you suck, got it?” Her grin makes you feel like there’s no air in your lungs and you can barely manage a nod. She takes a drag off the joint and your mind goes blank when her face is right in front of yours. Inhale, try not to choke, exhale, hope that your face isn’t as red as you think it is when you pull away. Wanda pats your cheek and Pietro just huffs in disapproval.

“We should make the girls shotgun some more,” Tony earns a smack from Pepper and he throws his hands up in surrender. 

Steve is next to spin the bottle and Tony makes him and Bucky do the same. Everyone shares a laugh while Natasha spins the bottle and it lands on Bruce. Bucky hands you a blunt, it’s huge, you take a timid drag from it as you watch Bruce and Natasha intently when they float together and shotgun too. Wanda catches your eyebrow tick and your head tip as you watch the pair part. She can’t help but giggle as you exhale and slump against the couch to close your eyes for a bit.

“Y/N?” 

“Hmm?” you don’t open your eyes, instead opting to tilt your head in the direction of the gentle voice.

“You okay?”

You pause for a beat and twist your head back to the ceiling, “I think I might be glued to the floor,” you rasp, an unforgiving desert now in your throat.

“Here,” you finally open your eyes, Wanda hands you some water and you chug until your throat feels a little less barren.

“Thanks,” you set the bottle next to you and exhale, giggling just a little.

“You’re totally baked,” she giggles too and your body vibrates with warmth that feels new.

“Shit,” you laugh again, you feel like you’re in one of those cheesy stoner movies.

Tony claps his hands so loud it echoes inside your skull, “pool time, kids. Hope you brought a swimsuit, you can also choose to wear nothing and make this party that much better.”

You can smell his cologne before you see him towering over you.

“Oh man, you’re so gone Y/N, it’s amazing.”

“Leave me alone to die, Tony,” you groan, “you didn’t tell me to bring swim stuff.”

“Easy, wear one of my trunks and keep your bra on…or don’t,” he tries to pull you up with a grunt, no luck.

“Wanda, help me lift the space cadet,” Wanda gets up and her hands are so, so soft when they grip your arm. They lift you with ease and Tony leaves your side to grab Pepper in a bridal carry. You laugh as you watch him skip towards the pool while she screams and pretends to pound her fists against his back. Wanda is still under your arm, keeping you upright with a firm grip on your waist.

“You’re a lot stronger than you look,” you mumble, stumbling in step with her.

“I have a brother that liked to re-enact WWE matches with me against my will when we were growing up.”

You both make it to the backyard in time to watch Tony toss Pepper into the pool. Steve and Bucky are wrestling on the edge of the pool until Bruce shoves them both in. Natasha sheds her clothes, leaving her clad in a matching bra and panties. You’re thinking about how red is really her color when you feel Wanda give your hip a squeeze.

“You okay?” Wanda asks, the ghost of a worry line haunts the place right above her eyebrows. It’s cute, she’s cute, you wonder if you would ever come up for air if you dove head-first into those eyes.

“You didn’t have to carry me all the way out here,” you start, “thanks-” is all you can get out before Tony is shoving you into the pool, he hollers and front flips over your still-submerged body.

“Anytime,” Wanda whispers while her lips part into a very amused smile.

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Floating in the water feels weird.

Good, but weird.

You thank Tony for being filthy rich enough to own a heated pool, your arms swim under the warm, calm waves of the water.

Until you get splashed.

“Chicken fight, you and me!”

“I’m not putting you on my shoulders, Tony.”

“Actually, we’re choosing our fighters, we would dominate together anyway,” you snort with laughter while he makes a grab for Bucky.

“Shit, Steve, come here.”

“Oh no,” Steve says with a shake of his head, “Bucky doesn’t play fair at all, good luck with that.”

“I got this,” Natasha strides up to you, your mouth goes dry, again.

“Yeah? Hop on,” you lower yourself down into the water, when you feel her deceivingly strong thighs wrap around your neck, you stand with ease.

“Loser has to chug a Titos and egg,” Tony grunts, having a little bit of trouble balancing Bucky’s muscular frame on his pebble-sized shoulders.

“Y’all wanna switch before we start or?”

“No, no, I can hold up Bucky Beefcake in my sleep,” Tony strains.

“So you’re just scared to go against Natasha then,” you tease.

“Am not!” Tony protests, almost toppling over with Bucky, “let’s just get this over with,” he growls.

You meet in the middle and wow--Natasha’s strong--she pulls Bucky into the water so swiftly it’s almost scary to think how she was able to do that so quickly.

You both shoot your arms up in celebration, Natasha wobbles a bit and has to still herself with a hand on your head. You grip her thighs and go underwater so she can hop off, not expecting to see her standing so close to you when you come back up.

“Hey sailor,” her voice is soft and sultry, you blink dumbly at her until your brain makes you say, “hi,” back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m on another planet,” you laugh, “that massage helped a lot, thank you.”

“Anytime,” she proudly beams and grabs your hand, leading you out of the pool and over to the hot-tub where Wanda and a few of the others are lounging.

“Damn it’s cold,” you say, quickly dunking your body into the hot water to get away from the menacing breeze.

“We should hang out by the fire pit at some point,” Pietro offers.

“We should throw some weed in it too,” Tony grins.

“Don’t waste good weed like that, Tony,” Steve shakes his head.

Steve and Tony continue to bicker back and forth while you ease into the water to drown them out. You look up at the dimming sky, your limbs feel like they can sink to the bottom at any moment.

“Move over, space cowboy.”

“Space cadet,” Tony corrects Wanda as she steps down and takes a seat next to you. Maybe it was the heat from the tub but your cheeks are beet red right now and you hope neither of the women flanking you notice.

“Y/N, hit this,” Tony passes you a joint and you’re about to reach for it when Natasha grabs it instead.

“We never got to shotgun,” she points out, “you up for it?”

You tense, arms slamming back into your sides and eyes growing wider than the moon peeking out behind the dully-lit sky above.

You dumbly nod your head, good job.

“I need a yes, Y/N.”

“Yes,” you try not to sound so eager. It’s the magic word, she leans in and so do you, almost choking when she wraps a delicate hand around your neck to steady her target.

You exhale and let the high launch you further into orbit.

“Thank you.”

Idiot.

“You’re welcome,” Natasha giggles, you can feel eyes starting to burn into you from different angles, you really don’t want to meet any of them with your own, especially Bruce. There wasn’t anything telling you that he and Natasha are officially together, but he’s around her enough to make people think twice about approaching her. 

So what are you supposed to do when she approaches you instead? 

“That looks disgusting,” someone calls out and you look up to see Tony and Bucky standing with glasses filled with what you assume is Tito’s and a raw egg. 

“Cheers, beefcake,” you watch the two clink glasses and chug the concoction to the tune of a few cheers, protests, and gags. Wanda turns into your shoulder to shield herself from the sight.

“That’s nasty,” you giggle. She laughs too and grabs your arm when she leans in closer. 

“You can thank Natasha and y/n for that,” Tony says before unleashing a monstrous burp. You glance over at Natasha who is cooly leaning against the wall of the tub and gives you a wink when she catches your eye.

“Now, time for the headliner,” Tony claps his hands together and rubs them deviously.

“Truth or dare..or drink!”

Tony takes a seat next to Steve and Bruce, Pepper watches on with a few other people from the fire pit under the cabana.

“You all know the rules: truth, dare, or drink whatever you’re given,” Tony’s grin is so wide it’s almost unsettling if you didn’t know him so well.

“Here we go,” you grumble, blushing when you feel both women giggling against your shoulders.

“Steve, Mr. All-American, you first,” Tony waggles his eyebrows at Steve who pretends to be deep in thought about the choices before him.

“Dare,” Steve says.

“Hit the gravity bong,” Tony nods towards the contraption on the table nearby.

“You brought that out just to make someone use it, didn’t you?” you pipe up and he poorly feigns innocence.

“Actually, I brought it out so Steve can get blitzed for once, time to get messy like the rest of us, Stevie-boy!” Tony bellows and whoops, encouraging everyone else to do the same.

“Bruce, you’re next,” Tony warns as he gets out of the water to help Steve with the bongffff. Everyone watches as Steve takes a massive rip and cheers when he finally exhales.

“I’m gonna say drink because that looked awful,” Bruce gets out of the water while Tony scurries inside, dragging Pietro along with him.

“Guess swimming in high school finally paid off,” Steve chokes out as he lumbers into the tub and gives Bucky a sloppy high-five.

“Oh he’s more gone than I am,” you whisper.

“We should fix that,” Wanda says, holding a joint between her fingers.

“You’re trying to kill me,” you groan and reach for the joint anyway but she pulls it away.

“Ah, ah,” she chides, “pretty girls don’t hold their joints,” her voice is like velvet, too soft to protest against so you just lean in and take a hit. You exhale and lean back, sinking further into the warm water. You open your eyes in time to see Natasha holding the joint for Wanda.

“Woah,” you church-whisper as Wanda exhales. 

“Are you just gonna watch?” your head tilts slowly towards Natasha’s direction, she has a playful smirk on her lips and a gaze that makes you feel bare.

“Sorry,” you mumble, reaching for the joint to hold between your fingers for her to take a hit. You’re too entranced by the way her lips part to exhale to even notice Tony and Pietro returning with a beer stein full of god knows what for Bruce to drink.

“Here you go, big guy,” Tony holds out the beer stein and Bruce inspects it for a few seconds before completely chugging it.

“You put mustard in that?” he gags a little, wiping his mouth.

“And pickle juice! Among other things, bet you couldn’t taste the moonshine though,” Tony makes a display of finger guns while Bruce stares at him in disbelief. Pietro laughs and gives Tony a fist bump.

“Fuckin’ Tony,” Bruce shoves the stein back into Tony’s arms and returns to the water, scooting closer to Natasha. He tries to put an arm around her until she pushes him away, “I don’t want to get too close after you just drank all of that.”

Bruce grunts and tries again but she pushes him harder and he scoffs before moving over to where Bucky is.

“Bucky, truth, dare, or drink?”

“Dare,” Bucky says, tapping his fingers on the can of beer in his hand.

“Kiss your favorite person here,” Clint says and Tony whines, he was hell bent on doling out the mischief.

Bucky sits there, thinking for a few seconds before wading over towards you, you give him a funny look and he wiggles his eyebrows while pulling you in and giving you a kiss to the side of your temple.

“Oh, Steve! You got competition!” Pietro teases.

“I smell a fight,” Tony tries to egg it on but Steve waves him off with a goofy smile.

“Wait let him try, he’s so baked I might win,” you chuckle.

“Y/n, you’re just so quiet. I figured you were in another galaxy,” Bucky says and downs the rest of his beer, “or bored,” he waggles his eyebrows at you again.

“Definitely not bored,” you breathe and it seems like only the two women hear you. You lean back in a content haze while the game continues.

“Natasha,” Tony asks, you’re barely listening while Wanda’s damp fingers card through your hair. 

“Dare,” Natasha replies without missing a beat.

“Of course,” Tony looks around the hot tub for a moment before smirking, “I dare you to sit cow-girl on y/n’s lap until the game ends.”

Your head snaps up, Bruce’s jaw twitches a bit as he watches Natasha climb into your lap.  

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” Natasha chuckles.

“Comfy?” you dumbly ask.

“Very,” Natasha gives you a small smile. She feels your body tense when the boys start cheering. Her fingers are quick to work into your traps. You forget about the game. Natasha stops her movements after a couple minutes to take a hit from a joint being passed around. She hands it to you and you take a few hits.

“Y/N?” Tony sings.

“I’m not playing,” you lean your head back and Natasha laughs.

“You can’t reap the benefits of the game and not play!” Pietro argues.

“Fine, truth.”

“Do you want to fuck Natasha?” 

Your eyes open but you don’t look at the girl in your lap. Instead, you take a long swig of a beer, “dare.”

“Aw!” The chorus of people complain, Bruce just sits there, unamused.

“Fine,” Tony says, “I dare you to play the blindfold game with Natasha and Wanda and tell us who is the better kisser.”

“While Natasha is still on my lap?”

“This would be an exception to the lap-sitting,” Tony grins while Pietro rolls his eyes. Bruce trudges out of the pool to join the others sitting around the fire pit, Pietro does the same.

When Bucky puts the blindfold over you, Natasha gets off your lap. Even in the hot tub, your lap feels cold from her absence. You settle against the edge of the tub again, taking a big exhale and almost flinching when you feel hands snake up your chest and around your neck. 

Her lips pillow against your own, it’s slow and pulls at something deep in your belly. Her nails rake through your hair and scratch at your scalp in a way that makes you thankful for the blindfold. One hand trails down to lightly grip your neck while the other wraps around your body and pulls you in. Her forefinger scorches a trail along your jaw and her lips before her lips extinguish it.

You can feel her pull away and your neck twitches to lean forward and chase. She must have picked up on it because she grabs your face and pulls you in for a final, chaste kiss.

You sit there, lips swollen and parted in awe while it sounds like the entire backyard erupts with whistles and whoops.

It dies down when you feel her climb into your lap. The first kiss is sweet, the second is hard to describe because she has your bottom lip between your teeth and your brain blue-screens. She cautiously rolls her hips and hits a rhythm when you politely grip her waist. 

Her laugh rumbles between you while a hand tugs firmly on your hair to make you gasp. Her tongue swoops into your mouth and you feel like you’re going to combust from sensory overload. She grants you mercy after nipping at your lips once more with a syrupy kiss.

“Holy shit,” you exhale and Bucky is laughing as he takes the blind fold off of you. Wanda and Natasha are leaning against the edge together, sharing proud glances. 

“So, what’s the verdict?” Tony sounds all too eager for the answer. 

“Uh-” You nervously laugh. Your eyes pinball around the tub and you run a hand through your hair. There is no way you can choose, Tony leans in to egg you on but everyone’s heads quickly turn to see Jarvis throwing himself over the backyard fence.

“Holy shit Vis, are you naked?” Tony yells while his brother tries to cover himself up with a pool floaty. 

“Long story,” he pants, “hot girl. Angry boyfriend. SWORD party. Ran all the way here,” he doubles over, still trying to catch his breath.

“SWORD is gonna kick your ass,” Steve laughs. 

“I’m painfully aware,” Jarvis whines and waddles into the house to come back out in trunks. 

“So, what’d I miss?”

“My sister dry humped y/n in front of all of us,” Pietro grumbles.

“Piet! You spoiled it!” Tony groans. You glance over at Wanda and she gives you a wink that makes you want to sink further into the tub.

“Well, that was mildly entertaining,” Pepper gets up from the patio, “we’re going inside to watch a movie,” the rest of the cabana follows behind her and without another word Tony scurries out of the tub to join her. Wanda and Natasha follow suit, walking side by side and giggling. Bucky gives you a hand and tosses you a towel.

“So? Which one?”

“They’re both better than you, I’ll tell you that,” Bucky laughs and swats at you before handing you the joint in his hand.

“Ass, they totally want you.”

“I think it’s just the drugs.”

“Suit yourself, playboy,” he gives you a playful nudge with his elbow before you head into the movie room again. The couch is wider now, letting you sprawl out when you flop down. Tony lands next to you and you can’t help but laugh.

“So, first smoke sesh…how’d I do?”

“Best babysitter ever,” you grin and he grabs your noodly arm to give it a high five.

“Excellent, try not to need me -- I’m gonna be too busy “watching” the movie,” his air quotes make you snort and give him a shove. You throw your head back and take a few hits, not noticing the two bodies on either side of you until they sandwich you.

“Comfy?” Natasha teases, throwing her arm around you and taking the joint from your hand. Time slows down as you watch her lips part, inhale, exhale--you’re charmed so easily by her it’s kind of embarrassing.

“You never told us who’s the better kisser?” Wanda grabs the joint next, taking a slow, long drag while her eyes are locked on you. You think you can stay under her gaze forever.

“What if I can’t choose?” You drawl, they share a look you can’t decipher.

“Tiebreaker?” Natasha asks Wanda who positively shrugs. Everything else starts to fade as you watch them lean in and slot their lips together. 

You think this must be a dream, there’s no way any of this could happen even with the influence of drugs.

Your jaw hangs open as you stare brainlessly at the two. They finally come up for air and you think you might ascend into a different plane.

“Definitely a better kisser than y/n,” Wanda mumbles against Natasha’s lips.

“She’s too high to function.”

“True,” Wanda pulls away with a shrug and eases down, putting her head on your middle and grabbing your hand to fidget with. Natasha curls into your side, her fingers immediately drift to play with the hairs on the nape of your neck. You try to stifle the shivers creeping down your spine, this might be the highest you’ve been all night but you hardly trust your judgment. 

Your eyes glaze over and everything feels fuzzy. Every inch of you is tired and warm. You focus on Natasha and Wanda’s movements, the weight of their bodies on you lulls you to sleep. You hope you remember this tomorrow. 

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“Shit! We’re late for class, get up-” You jerk awake when Tony chucks a pillow at you. You sit up dazed and look around to find that everyone else is long gone. That explains why you feel so cold. 

Tony should have warned you about the morning after a smoke session, you rub at your eyes to try and wake up some more but your limbs and brain are made of molasses at the moment.

“Can’t we just skip?”

“You can, I’m on thin ice with every faculty member as it is,” Tony laughs, pulling down a shirt over his head.

“I’ll see you after class, stoner,” he dashes out, you slump against the couch, memories of last night flashing through your mind. You run your hands through your hair and suck in a breath.

“Woah.”

#wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda x reader #im sorry this took so long lol #works #this is so self indulgent

[kraekat29]

Day Seven- 80’s AU

JJ and Ruby. The ‘it’ couple of Kildare High.

They spent their nights going to movies, the mall, roller skating and the arcade.

But their favorite was bonfire night, everyone at the chateau, listening to John B’s radio as they all drank and smoked up.

It was simple but it was them. And they really didn’t need anything else other than that.

Ruby was sat on JJ’s lap in front of the fire, him smoking a joint while she chewed her gum, occasionally blowing bubbles and popping them.

He reached a hand up, intertwining her curls between his fingers, gently twirling the strands around as he took another hit from his joint.

She watched him tiredly, clicking her lighter open and shut, humming along to the song on the radio.

He kissed her forehead, the two of them drowning everyone else as he told her about football practice.

Tomorrow they’d be at the roller rink, but tonight was their chill night, one they both desperately needed.

Ruby grabbed her Polaroid camera and sat up, snapping a picture of her and JJ before shaking it.

She loved to document every moment of them together, already on her fifth scrapbook that was almost already filled with photos.

She admired the picture and smiled, that was definitely one for her locker, aka one of her new favorites.

JJ and Ruby the ‘it’ couple of Kildare high.

undeniably and perfectly in love with each other.

#Spotify #jj maybank #ruby routledge #jj maybank smut #obx #outer banks #obx fic #juby #juby week 2024

[daughterofthereaper02]

Spending Time With Maverick

A/N: I’m going to try with this one because I can literally feel myself getting excited to write for Maverick (old or young). Not enough people write for him.

Requested: No

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x F! Civilian! Reader

Summary: Some days Maverick just needs to escape and who better to run to then you?

Warnings: Mentions Maverick being a DILF because lets be real, he is. Slight mention of sex but no details

You watch Pete on the beach, thankful that your sunglasses are blocking his ability to stare but you know the cocky man probably knows. He is hot and he knows it, he hears the young cadets whisper about what a total DILF he is. It was hilarious the day he asked you what a DILF was, the smirk on his face after was worth it because you got picked up and taken to your shared bedroom for some mind blowing sex.

You shake your head to bring yourself back to reality and get up. You notice how tired Maverick was getting, only you could see it though. Maybe Rooster but he was so wrapped up in playing football with the rest. It was a day off for everyone and Hangman challenged everyone to a friendly game of dogfight football, You knew Mav couldn’t turn down a challenge like that but wanted a day away. So you got up as they took a break and decided to make up an excuse for Maverick so he could get out of this. You came over and put a hand on his arm, in a quiet voice but loud enough for others to hear you said “Mav? Can you bring me home? I’m not feeling that good” you mumbled. Worry crosses his face and then noticed the look in your eyes, brief relief crosses his face then nodded. He turned to everyone and Phoenix waved him away “Go take care of y/n, Pops, we weren’t going to be playing much longer” she said before turning back to Bob. Rooster smiled and nodded, everyone went back to their game.

You smiled a little at the fact everyone called Pete ‘Pops’ or something similar because he acted as a father figure to all of them, especially after that mission.He wrapped an arm around you as you two walked away, “Thank you” he mumbled in your ear and you played stupid “For what?” you ask with a small smirk. He took you home and as soon as the door you could see the tension release, knowing he didn’t have to be Captain Mitchell with you, just Pete. He just needed to escape everything and you were his outlet. He suddenly picked you up and swung you around causing you to shriek but quieted down once he placed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss and relaxed against him. Pulling away, you put your forehead to his and looked into his eyes “Want to share a shower then movies?” you whisper. He nodded and you both got to work quickly.

An hour later, you were curled into his side watching some movie from the 80′s but you were mainly looking up at Maverick, you could see the years come off him as he got the chance to relax. Seeing this made your heart flutter, knowing you relaxed him this much. You snuggled closer and fell asleep as he mumbled the words to you. Both of you thankful for a small fib.

#top gun: maverick #Top Gun #maverick #pete 'maverick' mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #maverick x y/n

[andietries]

I’m a bit confused right now because yesterday night I watched a random 80’s movie called Troll.

In the movie, the main character was called Harry Potter Junior (his father being Senior) and he had to fight magic creatures that wanted to conquer the human realm and destroy it. (Woah, sounds familiar right?)

Well, the thing is that Harry Potter Senior wore a hat from a Spanish football team called Real Betis (funny too for other reasons that need more context)

But the thing is that, today, in my Instagram dashboard, there was a post made around the time I was watching the movie, pointing out that there was an extra in Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire, wearing a Real Betis t-shirt

The matrix is glitching again and I’m honestly telling you that I hope I were making this up, but I swear I’m not

#harry potter #troll #films #glitching matrix #real betis #personal

[munvermaniac]

I saw @zephrr’s post about Russian!Jason and I was thinking (I know, I know, that’s surprising) about the angst that could come from it.

Think about it: it’s the 80’s, the Cold War is still going on stronger than ever. If it gets out that Hawkins’ golden boy is a Russian, he’s going to be just as outcast as Eddie.

Russian!Jason has to keep his entire family a secret, he has to hide his accent perfectly, he can’t bring in lunches from home, or else it’s all over.

A while into their relationship he makes the mistake of telling Chrissy. They’re at the movies seeing the newest Bond movie, and the oh-so-intimidating villain speaks to his henchman in Russian.

Jason laughs, because this scary villain has the same grasp on the language as a three year old. His grammar is all wrong, and his accent is so god awful that Jason can’t help but find it funny.

Chrissy asks what he’s laughing at and he tells her, just like that. Something in her expression changes, and Jason knows their relationship won’t be the same.

She starts ducking out of date night more often, saying she has plans with friends or with family. She won’t let him walk her to class, and they hang out at school less. She doesn’t like to be alone with him anymore.

Chrissy doesn’t say it, but he knows. There’s a distrustful, nervous look in her eyes whenever they’re alone, and it always looks like she’s poised to run.

She breaks up with him after a while. He tries to reason with her, convince them to stay together, but she threatens to call the cops on him.

“I’ll report you as a Russian spy if you come near me or my family,” she says, with genuine fear in her voice. “I don’t want to, but I will.”

Jason can’t even bring himself to be surprised, to be honest. This has been coming for a while. He just hopes she keeps it a secret. And she does, at least until the mall fire.

Everyone in town knows the Russians had a base under there, and Russian-American tensions are at an all time high.

Jason’s on his way to biology when it happens. Andy passes by him and Jason goes to say hello. Andy knocks the books out of his arms and spits, “Commie bitch.”

It takes him entirely off-guard at first, but then he realizes. No one in the school has looked him in the eyes. No one has spoken to him. Not in the normal, popular-boy-privilege kind of way.

In the afraid kind of way. In the whisper-as-he-passes kind of way. In the don't-touch-the-russki kind of way.

And just like that, Jason's completely outcast.

He's kicked off the basketball team, the football team, and the baseball team, he's pushed out of every club he's signed up for. Hell, Jason just counts himself lucky that his grades aren't tanking.

So, he goes where all the outcasts do: Eddie Munson. It's almost freeing, not having to keep his secret any more. His birth name is Dzheysin Karkov. His parents love to tell the story about how the immigration patrol misheard it so badly he automatically became Jason Carver.

Eddie takes to calling him Dzhey, and he lets it slide for now. After all, Eddie gave him the choice between Dzhey or Sin. Not very inventive, but Dzhey was the much better choice between the two.

Eddie always asks Jason to come up with cool Cyrillic character names, and even drags him to a session so he can do the voice for the main villain. He gives Jason a script to read and everything, with little voice lines and comments based on what numbers the club rolls against him. And Jason revels in it.

He actually finds himself having fun, letting loose. He can bring the Hellfire Club to his house and they won't judge the okroshka or the pelmeni his parents make, or the casual use of Russian around the house.

He feels more at home than he ever has in America.

#jason carver #eddie munson #munver #jason x eddie #eddie x jason #russian!jason

[moonshinemusings]

This blog *-* Can I have a headcanon for Price ? The ones for Soap and Alejandro are ghgffhh <3

Hello there! I'm really glad you like my blog, thank you! Here are some headcanons about our favourite Captain :)

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General John Price headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of PTSD, depression (?), smoking, canon typical violence

A/N: This turns pretty grim by the end, but I hope you still like it!

• This man watches football whenever he can and he's been at matches quite a lot in his life. He took Gaz with him a few times, even Laswell once

• Sometimes he snores like a dad and Gaz needed several days to get used to the sound in order to sleep when they started working together

• Tells horrible dad jokes all the time and he knows most of the guys hate them, but won't stop

• Coughs like his lungs will collapse but somehow he's healthy

• His knee always crunches like it's about to break

• He's mostly unperturbed by all the carnage and violence by now, but he saw a baby being born once and almost fainted and threw up

• In full honesty he doesn't mind cheaper cigars, but he likes to fuck with everyone by acting like he hates them

• The smell of the smoke on his breath/clothes is really noteable but he doesn't care

• Has a high alcohol tolerance. The only way you will know if he's getting tipsy is by noticing the subtle change in his accent to deeper and more slurred words. If somehow he's really gone, then you will know by the little red tints on his cheeks (which are mostly hidden by his facial hair, but you can see it up close)

• Not an early bird. He tends to be grumpy in the mornings, but if you give him coffee it's gonna be fine

• Which reminds me: his preferred drink will always be a good whiskey, but he usually downs anything he has to (coffee, tea, those horrible protein shakes, vitamin mixes and so on)

• Occasionally reads, mostly classics or novels

• Prefers salty food over sweet

• The secret of the facial hair? Patience and genuine care about his appearance. He shaves for like an hour every time because he doesn't want to ruin his mustache/beard (Alex is the same damn way I swear)

• He likes jazz music and 80's rock. Sometimes he blasts those horrendous English raps too because he knows the others hate it (sorry if I insulted anyone lol)

• Thinks pineapple on pizza is hideous (Soap loves it lol)

• He's had so many broken bones in his life, he has no idea if there is any in his body that he didn't destroy at least once yet

• He doesn't really like action/military based movies because of the unnecessary violence in them. They remind him of things he doesn't want to remember too much. He'd rather watch shitty romantic movies or even comedies, but he won't be caught dead while laughing at them. He also tends to laugh while watching horror movies, but the heavy gore can remind him of bad memories

• He doesn't care about social media or any of that stuff really. Sometimes Gaz shows him stuff like cat videos because he loves them. Everything he knows he got it from Kyle tbh

• He has no fashion sense whatsoever. Outside of work he either looks like a dad on vacation, or still wears too much stuff similar to his gear that he seems to be going back to work in 10 minutes

• He likes fuzzy socks btw

• Adores big dogs, he can just wrestle with them and when they lay on him it makes him feel centered and comfortable thanks to their weight

• Unreasonably good at poker and he has the highest record with like 2 wins behind Laswell (who he just can't beat)

• He can handcraft a bunch of stuff if you give him a piece of wood and a knife. He made little figures for Gaz and the guy kept them as lucky charms over the years

• He doesn't fuss around too much about food and he's not picky. Whatever he gets, he gets, and that's fine by him (he used to live off worst stuff anyways). He loves meat though, a nice steak always puts him in a good mood. Also probably makes mean bbq

• Drinks beverages like orange juice or even milk straight out of the carton

• He's a man who always keeps his promises. Not one to lie or feed half truths, he always straight up says everything he has to

• Has a collection of weird/dumb looking beanies he has received over the years from his team

• He met Kate's wife once and she made him feel like family in the best way possible. He was glad his best friend had such a great person in their life that they could go home to

• Very protective of his men. He has lost too many friends and doesn't want to lose anyone else

• His biggest fear is ending up alone, watching everyone he loves die

• Every man he has lost weights heavy on his shoulders. He remembers their faces, but not all their names which makes him feel even more guilty

• Tends to bottle up his emotions and act like everything is fine. Sometimes he breaks down seemingly out of nowhere, but only when he's alone

• Kate is his closest friend and when it gets really bad, she's the one he seeks out

• He has occasional nightmares just like everyone else, but feels like he's dealing well with them (mostly he does)

• He has a watch he got from Soap as a birthday gift once. He only wears it outside of work because it's too important for him to get it damaged in any way

• He rarely has free time or time away from work, but he gets the most out of it. He has a few safe houses, but prefers to spend his time in one in particular because it has all his personal belongings he has left

• At first he thought the "you're everyone's father" was a joke, but then he realized how genuinely they meant that and he kind of broke down. He didn't think he deserved that amount of deep affection and what came with a title such as that, but it made him feel unexplainably happy at the same time

• He's not sure if he ever wants a family. He knows the military is his life and would never leave it behind, unless he has to retire because he can't keep up anymore (even then, only if they force him). The idea of having someone who loves him waiting at home brings warmth to his chest, but he's not sure if he deserves it. He doesn't want to taint anyone with his hands that hold so much blood on them

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare2 #john price #captain price #captain john price #price headcanons #headcanons

[victimofthemusic]

barefoot, sun-kissed, after burn grease (dogs tags, slicked up, six-pack abs)

part 2 of the i need a man to make me (sweat) 'verse

read part 1 here

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Fic Summary:

No one should look that good with an 80’s porn ‘stache and jorts. Especially Rooster, of all fucking people.

Or

What happens after the football scene. You know, that football scene.

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Author's Note:

I can't seem to stop writing porn for these two. I saw the movie again and it's even better the second time around, which is hopefully, the story for my writing of this ship.

Thank you guys so so much for the love on the first installment, it was very unexpected but so appreciated. You guys rock <3

Title taken, once again, from Leslie Powell's Man to Make Me Sweat. That song has been living, rent free, in my mind, since it came out and keeps pushing me to write nothing but porn for these two. Leslie sweetie, I'm so sorry.

This isn't a planned series, but if we wanted to put a timeline on it, it would take place before take me where i want to go.

Enjoy xxx

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"You–” Jake pants, breathless, gripping desperately at slick, sun warm shoulders for balance. “ –are so–” a hot, wet tongue follows a line of sweat down his neck, teeth teasing at the twitching muscles, his fluttering pulse point, making his brain momentarily blank out. “–annoying.”

“Am I?” Rooster asks mildly, managing to sound completely unbothered as he finishes sucking what’s sure to be a rather impressive hickey into the hinge of Jake’s jaw, but the satisfied smirk dancing on his lips, the heat in his gaze when he pulls away, gives him away. And so does the rather sizeable erection straining at the zipper of those stupid jorts, pressing insistently into jut of Jake’s hip.

And just as he’s about to make what’s no doubt a very witty quip about Rooster being synonymous with cock, like Bradshaw’s never heard that one or some version of it before, Rooster presses down, almost possessively, on the freshly bloomed bruise. A wave of achepleasurepain ripples through Jake’s body and he shudders out a breathless groan, cock throbbing in his too tight swim trunks at the sensation.

“Very,” Jake breathes when his brain comes back online and then he captures that infuriating smirk in a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue, filthy in a way that makes him feel wanton and just a tad bit desperate. 

But Bradshaw gives as good as he’s got; nipping at his bottom lip, stroking his tongue over every last crevice of Jake’s mouth like he’s trying to commit his taste to memory, slotting a muscled thigh between Jake’s legs, grip tight on his hips to leave more bruises, encouraging him to grind into the friction he so gallantly offering him, like the true gentleman he is.

“You don’t seem very annoyed with me at the moment,” Rooster murmurs when they part, letting go of his hip in favor of tracing wandering fingers over the dips of his belly, calluses catching and dragging over his hyper sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

He thumbs over a nipple and Jake hisses, head falling back on the wall as he bucks his hips in response, absolutely not whimpering at the sweet zing of pleasure that goes directly to his already dripping cock, shivering when Rooster’s tongue laps at another bead of sweat, the bristly hairs of his mustache leaving behind a burning trail as he follows it down, down, down, sucking a mark into the dip of clavicle.

Jake swallows heavily, Adam’s apple bobbing and Rooster nips it with his teeth. “I hide it well.”

Rooster chuckles, a warm gust of air over his too hot skin that makes him shiver. “Oh, sweetheart,” He croons, clever fingers teasing at the waistband of his shorts, trailing through the thin line of hair, tracing over the V of his hips and Jake tilts them up, silently begging for his hand to go lower. “I don’t think you’re hiding much of anything.” 

Jake grits his teeth, eyes slitting open to glare at Rooster’s smug face. “You ain’t in much better shape, darlin’.” He returns, circling his hips in a slow, easy grind, brushing their hard cocks together. 

He thrums with his own smug satisfaction at the way Rooster’s lashes flutter, lips parting on a gasp as arousal flushes his tan cheeks a pretty rose that spreads all the way down his smooth chest, dusting the contours of his belly and disappearing behind the waistband of his shorts. 

“Yeah,” Jake murmurs, taking the opportunity to flip their positions, pinning Rooster to the tiled bathroom wall with his hips, an arm on either side of his head. “That’s what I thought.”

Jake doesn’t give him a chance to respond; leaning up–because Rooster is a fucking jolly green giant and has about two inches on him and God that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, he should be offended, his pride should be wounded, but his body positively burns at the thought of being a little smaller, of Rooster being just a little bit bigger–he crushes his lips to Rooster’s swollen mouth in a kiss that’s all heat and desire, curling his tongue around Rooster’s, giving it a teasing little suck that makes Rooster groan like he’s been punched in the gut. The sound goes straight to Jake’s cock, makes his head spin with pure want for this infuriating man that drives Jake crazy in more ways than one. 

And God, does he want Rooster, more than he’s ever wanted anything–the Top Gun trophy, being team leader on this death mission that’s brough their paths back together, his own fucking wings–and he doesn’t know what to do with all of that want, all that desire to be utterly consumed by him, body, mind and soul because when Jake wants something, he doesn’t go half in, he wants all of it or nothing. And he wants Bradley Bradshaw, with everything he has in him. 

He wants and he wants and he wants.

(And wants, desperately, for Bradley to want him back)

But if this is all he’s going to get, by God, he’s gonna make the best of it. 

So he kisses Bradley, savors the taste of his lips, the feeling of his mustache burning a trail across the ticklish skin of his top lip, the way his heartbeat flutters underneath the slick, warm skin of his chest, the sound he makes when Jake flicks a thumb over his nipple, the way those hands pull him closer into the circle of his arms, the way his fingers tangle in his hair, the gentle way he grips his jaw, like Jake’s made of the most precious glass and the way it juxtaposes the hungry way he kisses him, like he’s starving for it and Jake’s a ten course meal, like he’s water and he hasn’t drank in a long, long time. 

It’s heady and hot, Bradley is everywhere and Jake wants more. 

“Wanna blow you.” Jake whispers against his lips, tracing teasing fingers along the thin trail of hair that disappears beneath his stupid jorts that stick to him like a second skin. “Wanna taste you.” He breathes, kissing Bradley’s chin, that stupidly handsome jaw that Jake wants to write sonnets about; licks the salt from his skin, smells the coconut from his sunscreen, the faded spices of his cologne and Jake wants drown in him. “Will you let me, Roo?”

He sucks a bruise into the slope of Bradley’s–because, fuck, if he’s going to do this, he’s not gonna hide behind callsigns, even if it’s just in his head–neck, right where it meets those deliciously broad shoulders and Bradley moans, nodding his head rapidly against the stained tiled wall. “Fuck yes,” Bradley pants. “Please.” 

Jake smirks, amused. “Such a polite boy you are.”

Bradley shoves him, but there’s laughter in his eyes, a smile dancing on his lips that makes Jake smile, too, as he slips down to his knees, kissing down Bradley’s body as he goes, licking over those sweat slicked abs that have been taunting him all day, sucking a mark into the pale skin of his hip that had been protected by his shorts from the sun, nimble fingers popping the button on the damp denim, smirking when Bradley’s cock, hard and straining, does the rest of the work for him, pushing his zipper down and slapping obscenely against his belly, smearing precum over tan skin that Jake licks away, moaning at the taste. 

He can feel Bradley’s eyes on him, watching him with that observant gaze that always makes Jake feel like he’s in the crosshairs of an enemy plane and he revels in the power that it gives him now, in this moment, on his knees in this filthy public restroom, hard enough to pound nails and practically salivating at the chance to get something he’s wanted for longer than he’d like to admit. 

So he meets Bradley’s gaze with his, reveling in the way those dark eyes threaten to burn him alive with the flickering flames of desire dancing in those umber irises and takes him into his mouth, humming at the taste, the weight of him on his tongue, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him down, inch by inch, until his nose is nestled in the neatly trimmed thatch of hair at the base of his cock, inhaling the musky, heady scent of Bradley, pure and absolutely addicting. 

“Jake,” Bradley breathes, tone downright reverent, gentle fingers twisting into his hair like he needs something to hold on to, to ground him here, into this moment so he doesn’t float away.. His brown eyes smolder with the embers of want, lips kiss swollen and parted, chest heaving, dog tags gleaming between the sculpted perfection of his chest in the harsh orange light of the bathroom and he’s so goddamn beautiful, it’s fucking unfair. 

A part of Jake is curious to see how quick he can take Bradley apart, but it’s outweighed by the part of him that’s worried that there won’t be a next time and he’s determined to make this last. So he takes his time with it–letting himself savor the feeling of Bradley’s well endowed cock in his mouth, rolling his tongue over each vein, swirling his tongue over the head, lapping at the steady stream of precum, groaning at the salty sweet taste, building up a slow, steady rhythm with each bob of his head, letting his hands caress the tense muscles of Bradley’s thighs, groaning when he feels the them shaking, knowing it’s taking everything in Bradley to hold still and not fuck into his mouth like Jake just knows he wants to. 

And there’s something so beautiful about the way Bradley so willingly surrenders to him, letting him have control of his body, his pleasure, holding on for the ride, trusting Jake to get him there with every flick of his tongue, every bob of his head and it makes Jake feel warm all over, flushed with desire, body burning with want and he presses a hand to himself to relieve the ache in his cock, letting out a desperate whine at the friction. 

“God, look at you,” Bradley rasps, sounding completely wrecked, cupping Jake’s jaw in his hand, calloused thumb pressing gently into his cheek to feel himself in Jake’s mouth. “Fucking beautiful, sweetheart, Jesus Christ.”

Jake preens at the praise, chest warm, heart squeezing in the best way and shows his appreciation by quickening his pace, letting his fingers tease over Bradley’s balls, rolling them gently in his palm and Bradley sucks in a breath, fingers tightening on his jaw, in his hair, tugging at it in a way that makes Jake moan, wanton and hot, harmonizing with the whimper that slips past Bradley’s parted lips, hips twitching forward just enough to make Jake gag at the unexpected motion, tears springing to his eyes that Bradley wipes away with a soothing thumb. 

“So fucking pretty, baby,” Bradley murmurs breathlessly, touch tender and sweet on his cheek. “Look so good with my cock in your mouth–feels so good, sweetheart, gonna make me come–”

Jake moans, heat pooling in his belly at the thought of it and Bradley’s eyes gleam with delight. “You want that, baby? Want me to come down that pretty little throat? Let you taste me?”

Jake whines, determined now to wipe that smug look off of Bradley’s face, the cocky grin, the knowing gleam in his eyes, so he redoubles his efforts, bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks, tonguing the underside vein and when he knows Bradley’s almost there, he teases a finger in the space between his balls and his hole, pressing a knuckle up into the sensitive skin just as his teeth drag teasingly over the head of his cock and Bradley comes with a surprised shout, groaning out Jake’s name as he floods his mouth with his release that Jake swallows down greedily, humming in smug satisfaction as he watches the way Bradley shivers with the force of it, cheeks flushed pink, the smooth, exposed column of his throat as he leans his head against the wall, the way his muscled chest heaves with pants as he attempts to catch his breath. 

Beautiful, Jake thinks as he lets Bradley’s softening cock slip out of his mouth, tucking him back into his shorts, already mourning the loss. So fucking beautiful, he thinks again, when hazy brown eyes flutter open and meet his, burning with an intensity that threatens to set him aflame. 

Bradley eyes drift down to his cock, still hard and aching in his shorts, damn near throbbing at this point, he’s so fucking turned on, it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes, probably, to get him there and just as his hand drifts to do just that, Bradley’s suddenly there, kneeling over him, knees on either side of his hips, batting his hand away and almost ripping his swim trunks in his haste to get them down far enough for Jake’s cock to spring free; which it does with a lewd slap against his stomach, dripping like a damn faucet with precum and the moans he lets out when he finally gets a hand on him reverbartes off the walls of the bathroom, a feedback loop of his pleasure that Bradley swallows with his lips, groaning at the taste of himself on Jake’s lips, his tongue. 

“You did so good, baby,” Bradley breathes into the space between their lips when they part, voice a low, pleasant rasp that sends arousal zinging down Jake’s spine, heat pooling his belly and he whimpers, tilting his chin in askance, moaning when Bradley obliges him and kiss him, harsh and dirty. “Come for me, sweetheart,” Bradley whispers against his lips. “Come for me, Jake.”

It’s the sound of his name–his real name, not his callsign, not a nickname– said in that low, gravelly voice that sends him spiraling over the edge, pleasure, white hot and rippling, curling around every nerve ending inside his body, lighting him up from the inside out as he shudders in Bradley’s arms, biting into his sweat slicked shoulder to muffle his cries as he spills over Bradley’s fist, lungs burning, mind spinning until he feels dizzy with it and Bradley soothes him through it, pressing kisses into his hair, running gentle hands down his sides, his expanding and contracting ribs, stroking through his sweat matted hair, until Jake finally feels himself begin the slow descent back beneath the clouds.

“Fuck,” Jake sighs, eloquent as ever and Bradley snorts, shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter and Jake smiles, pressing a kiss to the mark that will no doubt result in a bruise before he lifts his head, catching Bradley’s gaze with his own. “If we can manage that in a dingy beach bathroom, I’d hate to see what we could accomplish in a real bed.”

He’s worried, for a just a moment, that Bradley will just roll his eyes and shove him off his lap and they’ll go back out into the real world, back to the hostile jibes and competitive energy that’s made up their relationship since their paths crossed the first time, years ago, both fresh out of flight school and eager to make a name for themselves like all the pilots that came before them, both of them with a point to prove and a chip on their shoulder. They’ve always been competing, in one way or another, since they’ve known each other and maybe that will always be the case with them, but Jake can’t help but hope that this…thing, whatever it is, building between them, might change it, just a little bit. 

It’s probably a stupid thing to hope for, but they could die in a week and Jake wants to know what it’s like to have even just a piece of Bradley before he gets taken out by an errant mountain or a SAM or whatever other obstacle awaits them on this impossible suicide mission. Because one of them or both of them aren’t coming back and Jake will be damned if he goes out without at least giving this a shot. 

So he doesn’t bother to hide the hope in his gaze or the intent in the kiss he places on Bradley’s lips, the eagerness in his fingers when they twine in his thick, messy waves to pull him closer, wanting to crawl inside him and stay there, cocooned in the warmth and safety of Bradley’s strong embrace. 

Bradley kisses him back, chuckling, low and warm, smooth like top shelf whiskey, eyes gleaming when they part and he asks, slyly, “That an invitation?”

But Jake can see the hidden question in his gaze, the uncertainty, the hope and he grins and says, “It’s an order, Lieutenant,” before he kisses him, slowly, coaxingly, temptingly as he whispers,“Take me to bed, darlin’.”

His eyes flutter open just in time to see Bradley’s smile soften into something sweeter, fonder, as he cups Jake’s cheek in his hand, thumb smoothing over the curve of it with a gentle caress that he can’t help but lean into with a satisfied sigh, heart fluttering when Bradley whispers, “Then show me the way home, honey.”

*

I still want to write a 5+1 fic for these two and I have a few of the chapters outlined, but this unplanned little series I have going on here keeps getting in the way, but hopefully it will be posted soon.

come yell at me about rooster/hangman or iceman/maverick, i'm obsessed and i'm always up for more fic ideas, keep me fed.

Until next time :)

#top gun: maverick spoilers #top gun #hangman x rooster #rooster x hangman #rooster smut #hangman smut #rooster x hangman smut #hangman x rooster smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman seresin #glen powell #miles teller #hangster #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #iceman kazansky #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #tom cruise #val kilmer #ao3fic #ao3 author #smut #fluff

[luucypevensie]

🐸 + Allison Lewis, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

MY WATER QUEEN, THANK YOU ALEXANDRA! Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene because she is the co-parent of my Narnia children

1. Something they collect: Allison likes to collect vintage baking items; because she’s the parent of her siblings, she’s always baking some sweet treat for them and their friends. Allison doesn’t use all of them; most of them are hung up on one of her kitchen walls as decoration

2. Their sun, moon, and rising star sign: Pisces, Pisces, and Aquarius (March 17th, 1988 at 4:30 am)

3. The first thing they bought with their own money: Baking materials because Ally is very predictable when it comes to her love of baking

4. One positive personality trait of theirs: Allison is so incredibly strong in the mental capacity; not only was she able to raise her siblings after getting custody of them from her parents, but she was able to find the strength to leave an abusive relationship when, normally, it’s hard to. Also, Ally is a mama bear; if you even dare to threaten her siblings, she will KILL you

5. Their favorite ‘80’s song: Flashdance…What A Feeling by Irene Cara

6. If they’re a good or bad cook: Ironically, Allison is a TERRIBLE cook. Bakes like a dream, but burns water; Isaac and Skye think it’s absolutely hilarious

7. Their favorite horror movie: Halloween (1978)

8. Who would play them in a biopic about their life: Billie Piper

9. Who would play their older/younger version: McKenna Grace for her younger version, Megan Follows for her older version

10. An event from their High School reunion: Allison’s ex boyfriend, who was captain of the football team, streaked across the football field with some of his teammates butt naked. Everyone got a huge kick out of it, but for Allison, it just reaffirmed that she made the right decision breaking up with him after graduation (although she did privately laugh at the event when she was in the privacy of her own home)

#oc: allison lewis #fic: the dawn the sky and the sun #u: the chronicles of narnia #oc asks #dancingwith-sunflowers #THANKS AGAIN ALEXANDRA!

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday to the actor Tony Curran born 13th December 1969 in Glasgow.

Tony took to acting while still in his teens, he recalls the days in the Scottish Youth Theatre with Gerard Butler. Young Anthony Curran went on to attend the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama before gaining notoriety with a prominent role on the BBC series This Life. He would go on to make a name for himself in movies with a sci-fi/fantasy bent, like The 13th Warrior, Blade II, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Beowulf, of his small screen credits, our old favourite Taggart returns after not appearing on Kenneth Cranham’s CV yesterday!

Curran has made a name for himself in over the Atlantic in a number of US shows which include, Numb3rs, Medium, 24, Sons of Anarchy and Elementary. His most notable appearances over here have been in  the ITV series Ultimate Force, Dr Who, as Vincent van Gogh , and more recently in the  E4/Netflix original series Crazyhead.

Tony appeared in the 2018 Netflix film Outlaw King about Robert the Bruce and the Wars of Scottish Independence, where he played the part of Aonghus Óg of Islay, ( Angus Macdonald) chief of Clann Domhnaill.  Back over in the states he has recently been in Ray Donovan, which is a great series series and few episodes of the CBS show SEAL Team.  He also turned up in the mini series, Your Honor, which also stars the excellent US actor Brian Cranston of Breaking Bad fame, it’s great hearing Scottish accents in US shows, don’t you think?

Tony is another guy I follow on twitter, the guy has a heart of gold, I remember  he tweeted “Me and my lass woke up this morning temperatures dropping compelled to help our homeless, loaded up some blankets pillows clothes, sweaters jackets, I’m sure we all have stuff we can donate, it all helps.” He was then out on the streets handing them out to the homeless, Tony was involved in a  charity weekender with all funds raised going to St Mary’s & St Alphonsus and the great community work they do. He has in the past played charity football matches in Glasgow.

In the past couple of years Tony has been playing Despero in the Super Hero series The Flash, Tony has also appeared in the  US movie,  Two Deaths of Henry Baker where he plays a town Sheriff, this year he appeared in the US crime series The Calling,  the show has some good reviews on IMDB with a 7.1/10 rating, and in an episode of the US show For All Mankind

The good news is Tony is about to hit our screens this month  in a homegrown project. The two part “series”,  Mayflies is set in a Scotland and Manchester in the 80′s Martin Compston co-stars along with new Shetland star Ashley Jensen, it is on BBC1 on December 28th.  The show  is based on a novel by Scottish author Andrew O'Hagan's book of the same name. It tells the story of Jimmy (Compston) and Tully (Curran) who ignite an “unforgettable friendship” defined by music, films and their shared rebellious spirit in a small Scottish town in the 1980s.

On fame Tony commented;

I've been lucky. I don't for a minute take for granted the good fortune I have had. You don't like to get ideas above your station, especially a boy from the south side of Glasgow.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #tv #television #theatre #stage #movies #happy birhtday

[fairydust-stuff]

Rewatch of Heathers 2018 aka Peathers Episode 4

I haven't seen a lot of positive about this show. So I'm going to make some posts about the things that are good here. For each episode.

We see Heather Duke pull Kurt into the bathroom. Then explain they only broke up with him to appease Heather C.

While, I don't give a crap about Heather D x Kurt at all. ( their just not interesting and make no sense. ) Its toxic because Heather Duke mostly bullies him but its not a compelling kind of bad.

But at least Duke has some conflict because they like Kurt but Heather Chandler doesn't want Heather Duke to date some jock. Its weirdly posessive but never goes into full on ship tease catagory. Its highlighted here that Heather Duke is trying to have their cake and eat it to by secretly seeing him.

After some JD & Veronica hook up stuff nothing interesting there and Veronica standing up Betty.

We see, A student named Brianna Parker is shown looking sadly at her empty wallet in front of the suicide tee shirt merchandise. The Heathers are selling, before running off near tears.

The next scene shows Parker in a trailer where we hear people shouting. Someone is passed out on the couch. Suggesting Parker has a bad home life and lives in poverty.

This clever bit of context reveals that some of the students who have reasons to be depressed cann't even afford the merch.

The next scene shows Parker proudly wearing a suicide t shirt she made herself. The other students, mock and belittle her for being unable to afford a new one.

She is stunned thoughout the day and attempts suicide by throwing herself from the bench into the circle of football players during the game.

This scene showcases the hypocracy of the anti suicide campign. It being valued for being new and expensive and trendy rather then its message.

Even the teachers conclude she should of tried to kill herself weeks ago to spare Ram the football player. Since no one will think its cool if the poor kid does it.

This bit of insensative dialog sounds like something that would come out of the Heathers movie even in the 80's.

It also shows the tv show did its homework in terms of showcaseing the pretending to care about suicide for clout theme that was always there in the franchise.

Parker wearing a knock off version of her merch causes Heather Chandler's brand to be tainted with her posters being covered over in the background to drive the point home.

She confronts Parker in the bathroom " Transfer to Washington, transfer to Jefferson. Because your future at Westernberg is as useless as your legs."

Lizzy the froster care girl Heather Chandler adopts to replace Heather N actually calls the Heathers out. Pointing out she lives in a bubble to the point she doesn't understand poor kids like Lizzy and Parker. " We cann't help that we're poor kinda like you cann't help the fact your overweight."

This class divide as highlighted by Lizzy is further stressed by Heather Duke stateing at one point earlier in the scene, " Just a case of the poor girl, trying to copy the ritch kids and failing miseribly." It also highlights the obliviousness of the Heathers due to being wealthy.

Heather Chandler takes Lizzy aside and is clearly confused at being at the other end a social justice tirade. To which Lizzy implies Heather taught her to call out injustice.

Its kinda ambiguious as to wheather Lizzy is sincere about her empathy for Parker, but it is also obvious she, is trying to manipulate the situation for popularity points. ( I think she does feel compassion for her honestly but she wanted to undermine Chandler).

Side note, Lizzy she seems to have some Heather Duke movie traits. She comes off as timid and being implied to have endured abuse in the past with her saying she learned to apply foundation to cover up the bruises. Also she manipulates her way slowly into the spotlight.

Heather Chandler threats to reveal Veronica and JD nearly killed her. As she needs a new angle if her " I am Suicide" thing doesn't work. By revealing she got JD on tape at her house.

Next scene is Heather Duke rubbing Heather Chandler's shoulders while trying to persade her, their completely loyal. Ok I take it back about their dynamic not being shippy! Dam!

At first Heather C is a little off put by it, but then she lets Heather Duke keep touching her shoulders. While argueing they can take down Lizzy for her. (Seriously, why cann't this be our toxic queer ship?) She agrees but warns Duke if they screw up, their in big trouble.

Cut to veronica monolaging about how America even packaged Teen suicide all pretty. A line that speaks for itself.

Meanwhile Heather Duke slips a note into Lizzy's locker implying Rem will kill himself because of her. Which causes everyone to gush about how lucky she is . With Lizzy playing it up for sympathy points.

Showing how suicide at Westernberg high has been offically romantsized.

Heather C lights a fire in the trashcan and walks off while Heather Duke watches her nervously afraid what she'll do to them.

Then Betty is revealed is put on the trail of realizing Veronica killed the third member of their friend group when they were kids. With her presenting her findings to JD.

JD goes along with it to try and kill her.

Meanwhile Heather Duke has Kurt break up with them because their too mean.

Duke gets Kurt to admit Heather Chandler wrote his lines for him. Then says Duke will end up alone if they continue to treat people badly.

While he's not wrong Kurt is kinda hypocritical here because one, He hung out with Rem and Ram who still bully people and sing chants about killing babies.

Also he let Duke's emotional abuser write his break up lines for him.

( I need to write a post on 2018 reboot Heather C and Heather D's dynamic one day, because its a lot).

So Betty kicks JD's butt six ways from Sunday. I'm not personally fond of this choice because JD is supposed to be dangerous. They already have him failing all, but one murder.

It kinda takes away from his threat factor. This version of him is already super rediculous. So this is just even more of a downgrade. I think I see what their trying to do parody JD, by making him super pathadic, but the problem is the story also wants you to see him as threat. Its like seriously writers you should of just picked a lane.

Tension rises between Veronica after she saves JD's ass. With her being pissed that he didn't tell her, he was going to kill Betty.

Veronica crashes the car to give him an alibi while musing "JD showed his true colors tonight its time I showed mine."

#heathers reboot #heathers 2018 #veronica sawyer #heather chandler #paramount heathers #heather duke #parker plays Marth dumpstocks role #Lizzy has movie Heather Duke traits #peathers #so many movie referances #heather D acting kinda seductive with Heather C