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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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and i wouldn’t marry me either, pt. 1

have u guys seen that movie plus one on hulu with jack quaid and maya erskine? ok well here’s this thing. also, tw for steve puking.

Steve is drunk. Like, really, embarrassingly drunk.

And that would be fine, really, if he wasn’t at someone’s actual, real-life wedding.

Somewhere between the ceremony and the cocktail hour, the father-of-the-bride speech that had made him cry and the cutting of the cake, he’d started thinking about Nancy Wheeler and thinking about Nancy Wheeler had led to him practically funding the open bar with the spare change he’d been sure to bring in his pockets for tips.

And the thing about it is, Steve normally loves weddings. He loves the flowers and the vows and watching the bride walk down the aisle. He loves the DJ announcing the new couple, loves throwing confetti outside the church, loves the look on the groom’s face when he sees his almost-wife in her dress for the first time. But—

“Harrington!” Tommy Hagan yells from across the room, gesturing for Steve to make his way over. Steve racks his brain for an explanation as to why Tommy H would be at this wedding; he doesn’t remember Gareth and Tommy being particularly close back in their college days. Steve stumbles his way over to Tommy’s table, keeping a secure hand around his gin & tonic, trying his best not to spill.

“Stevie!” Tommy’s fiancée, Carol, practically crows as she leans over Tommy’s lap. “Where’s Nancy?”

“Yeah, man, kinda thought you’d be the first one marching down the aisle,” Tommy laughs and Carol swats him on the arm.

Steve downs his practically full drink before slamming the heavy glass back down on the table.

“We broke up actually,” Steve grimaces. “Last week.”

Carol gives him an exaggerated pout while Tommy cringes. “Aw, baby, I’m so sorry,” Carol slurs. Steve has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, well.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “We wanted different things.”

They offer him a few more words of sympathy before Steve finally flees, making excuses about finding the bathroom. He’s too drunk for this.

He leaves the table in search of another drink.

~*~

Eddie’s just outside the reception hall, out on the venue’s terrace, sparkling with fairy lights. He’s got a stack of index cards in his hands, trying to make out his own scrawled handwriting, when someone stumbles directly into his back. He feels something wet through the fabric of his dress shirt.

“Fuck, shit, sorry, fuck,” someone says, their hands patting at the wetness.

Eddie finally turns to see a disheveled Steve Harrington, a half-empty glass clutched in his fist. His hair’s a mess, his tie’s undone, and he’s clearly drunk. Eddie had seen him stumbling around the dance floor earlier.

“Dude, you good?” Eddie asks, genuinely concerned. He can’t remember the last time he’d seen Harrington drunk. It had to be way back in college, when he’d only known Steve as that annoying frat dude that Gareth and Dustin always brought around. He’d spent a full year trying to figure out what those two saw in him and doing everything in his power to avoid group hang outs.

They’d gotten closer over the years, once they’d graduated and become, like, real, fully-formed human beings. Harrington was actually a pretty chill dude, funny and sweet and able to give as good as he got whenever Eddie was in a particularly teasing mood. Eddie’s ego wasn’t so big that he couldn’t admit he’d been wrong about Harrington, at least in the privacy of his own head.

“Yeah, man, all good,” Steve slurs, barely coherent. He raises his empty hand limply in an attempt at a thumbs up.

“Man, you don’t look so good.” Steve’s eyes are practically vacant and Eddie is feeling genuinely concerned. And he’s proven right when Steve stumbles over to one of the concrete planters lining the terrace and pukes his guts out. It’s loud and disgusting and Eddie can feel the grimace on his own face. But Steve is his friend, so he reaches his hand out to rub Steve’s back, even as he keeps his distance.

“Hey, Eddie,” he hears Jeff call from the French doors that lead into the reception hall.

“Yeah?” Eddie spares a quick glance over his shoulder before returning his attention to where Steve is groaning into the dirt of some exotic-looking tree.

“‘Bout ready to cut the cake,” Jeff tells him. “Need you in a few.”

Right. Eddie’s best man speech. The reason he was out here in the first place. He’s not nervous or anything. He’s a natural showman and entertainer, loves being in front of a crowd. And he loves Gareth and Chrissy. He has plenty of good things to say about them, plenty of embarrassing stories from when he and Gareth were kids, and plenty of sweet ones from when they’d finally met Chrissy in college. Nah, Eddie’s pretty much got this in the bag. He’s just not used to the idea of his friends being actually, real-life married. They’re only 27; Chrissy’s practically a child bride for god’s sake!

Eddie glances down at Steve, whose face is red and sweaty. Eddie’s not blind or stupid; he knows Steve’s an attractive dude. He’s a little too preppy and heterosexual (even though Eddie knows on a theoretical level that Steve does sometimes sleep with other guys) for Eddie’s tastes, but the man is hot. Except for right now. He actually looks pretty bad, possibly the worst Eddie’s ever seen him. And that’s really saying something, considering Steve had actually had his stomach pumped during Greek Week their senior year. At least Steve seems to have cleared the contents of his stomach, at this point.

“Hey, man, you good?” Eddie asks him, his hand still rubbing slow circles on Steve’s back.

Steve groans before looking up at him. “Eddie?” Steve squint. “You’re pretty. Like Nancy.” And Steve sounds so sad when he says it that even Eddie’s heart gives a little squeeze.

“Uh, thank you,” Eddie glances toward the open doors again. The cake is being wheeled out into the middle of the dance floor. “Listen, I don’t wanna leave you out here, but I gotta go give a speech. Can you, uh, stand up for me?”

“Yeah, man, totally,” Steve slurs out, barely comprehensible. He drags the back of his hand over his lips and chin, which should be kind of disgusting, but Eddie just feels sorry for him. Steve makes it one step before he’s slouching into Eddie’s shoulder, all his weight falling into Eddie’s chest. Eddie grunts and fits his hands around Steve’s waist.

“Fuck, dude, how much do you weigh?” Eddie’s voice comes out a little breathless.

“175, baby. Pure muscle,” Steve slurs back.

“Yeah, I believe it,” Eddie mutters, fingertips digging hard into the firmness of Steve’s lower back. “Okay, come on, let’s get you a chair.”

It takes some maneuvering but Eddie finally gets Steve inside and seats him at the closest table. It’s empty, since most people had been dancing and are currently crowded around the cake. Chrissy’s sister, the maid of honor, is holding a microphone, finishing her speech.

“We love you, Chrissy,” she’s saying, looking at the bride with tears in her eyes. “We know that Gareth will do everything in his power to make you happy. To Gareth and Chrissy!” She raises her glass of champagne, smiling, and everyone around her does the same, echoing her toast. “Okay, now where’s the best man?” She says, scanning the crowd.

Eddie smiles and makes his way over, taking the microphone from her.

“When I met Gareth, we were five years old. We’ve been through a lot together, from Gareth’s bug eating phase, to his wetting the bed phase, to that phase he had where he used to Naruto run to class in middle school, to his Hitchcock phase where he tried to talk in that transatlantic accent for literal months, to his bleach blonde phase, to his—”

“Alright, alright, we get it,” Gareth cuts in, rolling his eyes with an easy smile. The crowd laughs.

“Okay, okay. All I’m saying is I’ve seen a lot of versions of my best friend. But the best Gareth by far is the one he is with Chrissy. I remember when Gareth first met her, in their art history seminar. He came back to the dorm after that first week and told me he’d met an angel. ‘I’m in love, dude,’ he told me. ‘I’m marrying this girl.’ I, of course, was skeptical, especially when he pointed her out later that month in the dining hall. ‘Sorry, man, but no way. She’s way outta your league,’ I told him. But to my surprise, Chrissy Cunningham came marching up to us right then and there and asked Gareth if he’d started studying for their midterm. Gareth stumbled through that whole interaction making an absolute fool of himself. I’m pretty sure he put his elbow in my mashed potatoes,” Gareth and Chrissy laugh, “but that didn’t stop Chrissy from asking him to study that weekend. And the rest is, as they say, history.” Eddie raises his own glass of champagne in the direction of the happy couple. “When Gareth told me he was marrying Chrissy, all I could say was ‘it’s about fucking time.’ Chrissy is the smartest, sweetest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet and she somehow makes my best friend an even better dude. So thank you, Chrissy, and congratulations to you both.” Everyone raises their glasses. Over the sounds of the room toasting, Eddie can hear Steve at his table in the back corner drunkenly cheering.

“Woo-hoo!” Steve claps. “Yeah!” Thankfully, no else really seems to notice and Eddie watches over Chrissy’s shoulder as Steve tries to stand from his seat but falls back into it on his ass, looking dazed.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Chrissy whispers as they pull away from their hug. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, babe,” Eddie tells her, squeezing her hands in his. He glances back over at Steve. “I’m gonna take Harrington up to my room, let him sleep some of the alcohol off.”

Chrissy’s eyes widen. “Oh, good idea. I was a little worried about him when I saw him stumbling around the dance floor before.” Eddie gives her hands one final squeeze before wandering off to collect Steve.

~*~

Getting Steve into the elevator is a struggle. He doesn’t want to leave, keeps saying he didn’t even get to eat a piece of cake yet. He only lets Eddie shove him through the metal doors when Eddie promises to bring him a piece when he comes back up later.

They make it to Eddie’s room without further incident and once they’re safely inside, Steve starts ripping off his suit without a care in the world. His hands and arms are flying everywhere. He almost takes Eddie out with an elbow to the temple.

“Dude, calm down,” Eddie tells him, hands on Steve’s arms. “Let me help you.” He unbuttons what’s left of Steve’s shirt and hangs it over the closet doorknob before reaching for Steve’s waistband and undoing his fly. His suit pants fall around his ankles. “Okay, step out.”

Steve braces his hands on Eddie’s shoulders and lifts one leg and then the other, until he’s standing there in only his briefs and his dress socks.

“Thought about this a lot in college,” Steve mutters, still slurring his words.

And that—huh? What? Thought about what a lot? Eddie undressing him?

Eddie does his best not to react. Steve’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

Eddie brings his own hands up to curl around Steve’s wrists and pull his hands away from his shoulders. He bends down and picks up Steve’s pants, folding them and placing them on the dresser. He folds back the bed’s comforter.

“Okay, big boy, in ya go.” He gestures toward the bed, encouraging Steve to lay down. Steve suddenly looks exhausted as he slides under the covers.

His eyes are half-closed before his head even hits the pillow.

Before Eddie shuts off the light and leaves to head back downstairs, he hears Steve call out softly, “sorry if I ruined it.” He shifts sleepily on the bed. “I always ruin it.”

Eddie feels like he’s swallowed glass as he slowly shuts the door behind him.

~*~

Steve wakes up to sunshine streaming in through the curtains of an unfamiliar bedroom. His head is killing him and his mouth feels like he’s swallowed 87 cotton balls. He groans, rolling away from the window, only to be met with the image of Eddie Munson’s shirtless, sleeping form.

Fuck. How drunk had he been last night? He vaguely remembers puking outside somewhere and Eddie rubbing his back, but he definitely doesn’t remember leaving the wedding. He doesn’t remember leaving the wedding with Eddie.

Steve spares a quick glance under the covers and is relieved to see that he’s still wearing his underwear and Eddie’s got on a pair of pajama pants. Surely he wouldn’t have sex and then put his underwear back on; that seems like something only a serial killer would do.

It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it. There was that one year, just after they’d graduated, that Steve had thought maybe there was something between them, something a little more than friendship.

But then he’d met Nancy Wheeler at his new job and she’d asked him out and he’d started imagining their lives together and thoughts of anyone else had just floated away.

So, yeah, Steve’s thought about it. Eddie’s gorgeous and funny and smart. It’s not like Steve would regret it. He could certainly do a lot worse.

But if he’s gonna sleep with one of his closest friends, he’d like to actually remember it.

In between Steve’s spiraling thoughts, Eddie must have woken up, because when Steve spares another glance toward his face, Eddie’s staring right back at him, making him jump slightly.

“Fuck, dude, make a noise,” Steve breathes out before running a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “We didn’t—uh, nothing like… happened or whatever, right? We didn’t, like… you know… did we?”

Eddie stares at him for a long moment before putting Steve out of his misery. “No offense, Stevie, but I’m not really into guys that can barely string together a coherent thought.”

“Oh, thank god,” Steve sighs with relief, body sagging against the mattress. He sees Eddie’s mouth twitch. “Not that I… you know, you’re hot or whatever, but like…”

“Dude, relax,” Eddie laughs, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress. “You were black out drunk. I just brought you up here so you didn’t hurt yourself.”

Steve winces. “I didn’t, like, embarrass myself, did I? Or, like, ruin the wedding?”

Eddie looks at him with something like pity and Steve has to swallow nervously.

“No, Steve, you were fine. I just found you throwing up outside and though you’d had enough.”

Steve stares down at his hands. “Thanks, man,” he says softly.

“No worries, you’d do the same for me.” He sounds so totally sure that Steve would. “Weddings are tough. Can you believe I have, like, four more to go to, just this summer? I’ll probably black out at at least one of them. Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower and then you should probably also shower. You stink.” Eddie stands from the bed and claps his hands together. “And then we’re taking full advantage of the free hotel breakfast bar.”

~*~

After they’ve showered and Eddie’s gone back to the breakfast buffet for seconds and thirds, he offers to drive Steve home and Steve gratefully accepts. He’s really not in the mood for an Uber or, even worse, the subway.

Steve keeps thinking about what Eddie had said back in the hotel room. That he had four more weddings to go to this summer alone. Steve has five of his own and the thought of going through all that alone makes his stomach clench and his throat tighten. He knows he’s going to see Nancy at at least one of them and that thought alone has Steve desperate.

“Hey, you know how you said you have four more weddings to go to this summer?” Steve asks from the passengers seat. Eddie hums an affirmative response. “I have five.”

“No shit, that sucks, man. I actually fuckin’ hate weddings, to tell you the truth.” Eddie doesn’t take his eyes off the road.

“I used to love them, actually. But, I don’t know. They’ve kind of lost their charm,” Steve doesn’t mean to sound super mega fucking depressed about it, but he knows he does.

“Fuck, dude. Sorry,” Eddie glances at him, a worried look in his eye.

“But, uh, I was thinking,” Steve powers on. “Maybe we should, like, help each other out?”

Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Like, you know.” Steve gestures vaguely with his hand. “Make it less unbearable. Like, we could go together or something.”

“You want to be each other’s plus ones?” Eddie asks incredulously.

“Yeah, man, think about it. You’d always have someone to chill with, even if the party’s fucking lame. We could make fun of the bridesmaids’ dresses together and shit. It wouldn’t be as god fucking awful if we were together.”

They’re stopped at a red light and Eddie has turned to stare directly at him.

“You do realize that would mean we’d be going to ten weddings, like, collectively, right? Why would I want to go to more weddings then I actually have to?”

“Well, nine, since Chrissy and Gareth’s is over,” Steve tells him, matter-of-factly. “Come on, Eddie, this summer is fucking torture for me. You know Nancy, like, crushed me or whatever. It would really help me out, to have you there. Just think about it.”

And, Steve thinks, that’s kind of what does it. Eddie has a savior complex about a mile wide and Steve has never been above using that to his advantage.

Eddie sighs and shifts his gaze back to the road as the light turns green.

“Fine, Harrington,” he finally says. “But you are paying for all my suit rentals and buying all the gifts.”

Steve smiles. “Deal.”

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honeymvnt · 5 months

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White Mustang [18+]

Barry Seal !femxreader¡

Words count: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT, that’s all

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You hated this city. You hated this place with all of yourself but you couldn't get rid of it, nor you could escape from it.

Being a girl in the late seventies wasn't easy anyway and when everything around you seemed to be rotting into the past, dwelling against what was making America so great after the Second World War you were trying to look forward for a better life, for a better something you've been reading about in books, seeing on television or in the magazines.

Your parents weren't helping with the whole situation either: you hated staying by their rules especially your father's and the more you tried to gain your own confidence, the more they were bringing you down, suffocating your dreams, your little silly fantasies about a bright future towards the 80s, towards the inner cities, the ones that were growing compared to the ones where you were forced to live.

But the day you met him, everything changed.

You were trying your best not to make it sound like fairy tale, or an old Hollywood movie but he did make you feel that way and with time it turned out to be as unreal as you feared it would've.

Since that day he was all you were thinking about and you couldn't do anything else besides waiting for him again, waiting for him to come back to you has he had promised.

Barry, god of a man he was with that attitude, that mysterious aura that was surrounding him, that captured you so intensely that left such a sweet taste on your lips, like a liquor you couldn't get enough of.

When you met him in that shabby bar (which was also the best one, considered the others) you couldn't take your eyes off of him and for some reason he had seen you too even if he wasn't supposed to.

He had tried to avoid you, he had to. You were too ridiculously young and he was out of your league, not just because of the big evident age gap between the two of you but he did seriously look like someone who wanted to stay alone, unbothered. Yet he had found you particularly intriguing and just so different from the rest of the people in that quite small place.

The way you were moving, showing more elegance than arrogance for a girl as pretty as you, was certainly a quality he didn't forget to grasp when he looked back at you and you caught his lips between his white teeth. Compared to how your friends were acting he was intrigued by you only, almost fascinated by the fake innocence you were showing off, somehow, around him.

"Is the White Mustang yours? " You asked before you wrapped your lips around the colored straw hanging out from the tall glass of coke you were drinking from.

He looked directly into your eyes, breaking through you with his own green ones, slightly covered by some dark strands that were giving him no peace that night.

The corners of his lips raised a little as his body moved to face yours and one of his hands moved away from the cold glass of gin he had been sipping since when he walked in and put it on his thigh.

You tried your best to keep your eyes in place and avoid the half opened shirt, the leather shiny belt wrapped around his waist so jealously, his parted lips and you maintained your eyes in his.

"Yeah" he replied with a smile, tilting his head to catch the group of loud friends behind you.

"Are those your friends? Right there?"

You followed his gaze and looked behind yourself, noticing how embarrassing the view was, how annoying their laughs and chatting were now that you were trying to talk to him.

"Yeah..." you faced him again and you caught his smile while he looked at them, as if he was trying to recall a memory from the past.

He was difficult to read but brutally honest if he had to be, that' something you found out later that night.

"Why aren't you with them?" He said turning his body around to finish his drink.

The wave of excitement he was able to crash on you with just one gaze was something that you've never experienced before and that you've been dying to feel over and over again.

You eyes landed on the pair of sunglasses that were hanging from his belt before you could look back at him

"Dunno" you said with all the honesty you had and it was true. Frankly, they were just an excuse to stay away from your house, from your parents; an excuse to be able to let your thoughts wander freely, without that heavy guilty feeling pushing down your throat until when your stomach hurt.

"Too bad, you should go back to them" the man put the empty glass on the counter, before he slid his hand into his pocket and dragged a few dollars out of it. You stared at him, studied his every move, from the way his hands wrapped around the glass, to the way he struggled to find the money in his expensive trousers.

You were so infatuated by him that your eyes never left him alone, not even when he walked past you as if you were nothing, as if the conversation never happened, as if he'd never seen you before. You found it extremely captivating, almost irritating.

The man approached the door and simply stepped outside, not looking back and you wished with all of yourself that he was going to but he didn't. His keys were swinging between his fingers as he approached the car but you couldn't let him go.

The once sweet taste he had made you feel on your tongue when you first met his eyes was now replaced by an annoying bitterness that you hated.

It was unexplainable how he had made you feel so much in such a short time and yet, knowing how wrong this was, you felt great distress at the thought of not being able to see him ever again. Stranger to the risk, when you heard his car starting, you rushed outside and stood there, uncertain if what you were putting yourself through was going to be good for you.

He smiled when he saw you as if he knew that you would've done such thing. You weren't so unpredictable as he thought you were and it made you feel really good. Bluntly, and weird to say, it made you feel understood, unlike how others were vieweing you.

"Wanna go for a ride?" you caught his teeth shining between his lips and his sunglasses lowering over his nose so you could see how bright his eyes were.

You took a deep breath of relief and quickly opened the car's door to sit next to him before his hands slide on the steering wheel and you both left the parking lot.

The sun was slowly lowering down the horizon when he drove next to the coast, making you admire the breathtaking view on your right. You could feel the warm light kissing your skin, the breeze of the ocean wrapping around you when you decided to expose yourself out of the car and sense the freedom on your face.

He noticed how your knees were siking into the soft material of the seat, your hands gripping the car, your hair swining all over the place and he didn't even look ahead you, to see what you were seeing, he was looking at you every now and then to catch up with the road.

You looked back at him with such a smile that Barry had to fight the urge to just stop the ride and kiss you but he had to wait for it just like you.

The sound of the waves crashing against the cliff was making you feel so free, a kind of freedom you really never experienced before and when you felt his hand holding your dress a little, you faced him with a smile stamped on your face.

You didn't hesitate to take a good look of him as well and your eyes could't move away from his body, how tensed it was and how badly he was trying to compose himself. His hands were gripping the steering wheel and he cleared his throat before noticing your glare.

That stare you gave him in that bar earlier, piercing into his green eyes just like you were doing right now was only making him struggle to keep himself composed and you noticed it straight away.

You smirked when you observed that he had sped up the car and the wheels were slipping on the smooth road way faster than before, it wasn't that difficult to read him anymore so you decided to take advantage of the situation. Your tongue smoothly caressed your lips before you adjusted yourself on the leather seat, which was a little sticky by now, and slowly moved towards him.

Barry quickly looked down at you and his grasp loosened when he realized what you were about to do. Your hands slide up his clothed thighs, towards his waist to unbuckle his leather belt and lazily opened it, letting the sound of it sending shivers down your spine.

"Eyes on the road" you teased while your hands worked their way into his pants and took his length out. His breath got stuck in his throat and his muscles tensed when you suddenly started to stroke it. Just the sight of the pre cum glistening on the tip of his cock was making you drip wet and when you couldn't even contain your own excitement his hand slowly moved to the back of your head and caressed your hair, making you quiver in anticipation.

"You really want me to stop this car, don't you?" he teased back as you bit your lip, trying to see his eyes behind his dark sunglasses but they quickly moved to the road again before you could even reply.

Your hand kept stroking him slowly, from the tip to the base, squeezing it slightly just to hear how heavy his breathing was and see how badly he was trying to hold himself back from bucking his hips towards your hand and feel more. Before he could even catch his breath your face moved even closer to his cock and the sight he had right down his lap was the best view he has ever seen.

You smiled while your tongue gradually licked and wet his lenght as your hands rested on his thigh and your mouth started to drool already when a loud groan left his lips and his hand kept holding the back of your head.

"Use that slutty mouth you've got, c'mon" he grunted through his teeth, looking down at you when you started to swirl your tongue around his cock and suck it slow enough to make the both of you moan in desperation.

"Fuck...." Barry breathed out, gripping the steering wheel with a hand, trying to keep the car straight while his other hand was holding your hair away from your face.

"That's it- you're doing so well" the sound of his voice alone was making you even more aroused and you couldn't ignore the wet feeling between your legs as you were trying to press your thighs together. His eyes glanced down at you when he heard you gagging miserably around his cock, before he noticed how needlessly you were trying to suffocate the growing ache between your thighs.

"I'm gonna take care of you" he whispered while your hand started to stroke him again, faster and harder than before, just to get him to the point where he couldn't take it anymore and when you saw how close he was you pulled away, smiling proudly and licking your lips as if you thought that that was a smart move... maybe with a guy your age, definately not with him.

Barry watched you sitting back down on your seat without saying anything for a bit, catching his breath while he kept driving but his hand moved towards your dress and he raised it all the way up.

"don't move" his tone was firm, almost urgent as his fingers found the side of your underwear and slid it down your thigh. The whole thing was making you even more excited than it already was and just the way he wanted to touch you to get his revenge was all you needed to get even wetter.

"Take them off" Barry ordered you, looking at the road and then back at you "I said take them off, or you can't even do this?" if it was supposed to offend you it only made you want to tease him even more so you slowly slid your underwear down your thighs and his hand immediately took them and put them into the pocket of his jacket.

"I keep these" he said before his hand returned between your legs "and you keep it quiet" you looked back at him with your lips parted but when you suddenly felt his fingers rubbing your folds a gasp hit your throat and your hands held the seat for dear life.

"What have I just said?" he brought his hand towards your face to force you to look at him back and after a slight squeeze of your cheeks you found the guts to reply "to keep it quiet".

"Good girl" he smiled and let go of your face to bury his hand between your legs and spread your wetness all over your folds before sliding a finger into your smooth core. You bit your lip as hard as you could, holding his wrist with the same urgency he was finger-fucking you.

When he added another finger you knew you weren't going to last any longer and Barry ejoyed to see you begging him with your eyes or with your hand squeezing his wrist so tightly as if he was going to let you cum so beautifully after teasing him that much.

"plea-"

"don't you dare" he said, speeding up the pace until when your back was basically arched from the seat. One more thrust and you were done, one more and you could leave that car and him as well but right when your walls clenched around his fingers he smoothly took them away, trailing your wetness all over your thighs as he stopped the car along the side of the road.

"I said I was going to take care of you..." Barry brought his hand behind your back so you could stand up and follow his movements. "But you changed my plans" he finished and gestured you to sit on his lap.

A smile spread across your face as he held your waist with both of his hands and guided you down his cock. You bit you lips to ignore the delightful feeling that was washing over you so soon and that almost made you feel embarassed for needing him this much.

"oh my- god" you moaned when your walls stretched to welcome him inside of you so sleekly. It took you a bit to adjust to the size before your hips met. You were holding yourself on his shoulders and the excitement was killing you along with the constant ache that was now hitting your core.

You started to move up and down his lap; his cock already twitching deep inside of you, your knees shaking while his hands were guiding your sloppy movements to meet his.

"C'mon darlin'..." he moaned, wrapping a whole arm around your waist to bring you even closer and feel his thrusts hit your deepest spots as your eyes fell shut and your grasp tightned on his shoulders. Your moans turned into desperate cries when your walls painfully clentched around his lenght, miliking it further and further.

"there you go" you finally took control of your movements and started to ride him even faster while his hands were roughtly touching all of your body, spreading waves of excitement through your whole system. Barry smiled at you when he noticed how much more confidence you started to gain to reach your own orgasm. While you worked your way he couldn't ignore how hot you looked and whne you bit your lips he captured them in his.

That kiss, was the cherry on the cake and when both of his arms wrapped around you, your cries became louder and louder until the point where his moans were nothing compared to yours.

"let go for daddy" he said close to your face to maintain the eye contact with you when your body swallowed all the tension and your muscles violently contracted against him to finally let your release squirt all over him.

"Oh... my god" he came right after you, shooting his seed deep inside of you with a loud and painful moan that made shivers run up and down your spine before you could rest your head on his shoulder.

"breathe babe, you did amazing" Barry wrapped his arms around you and gently kissed the side of your head while you tried to catch your breath. He had no idea how much those little things he was saying were affecting you and the inner child within you that never received such praises. He felt how tightly you were hugging and how calm your heartbeat was against his when he talked to you.

You could tell all of that caught him off guard but he didn't hesitate to hug you tighter and you needed that hug more than anything else.

The ride back to your place (where you told him you were living) was quieter as your head rested on his jacket, against the car's door and your legs folded against the seat while the radio played and the sound of the ocean was filling your ears.

When he slowed the car you realized that your house was near and, to make sure that your parents didn't harass you with questions, you quietly hand Barry his jacket and tried to take your panties back but he held your hand as a chuckle left his mouth.

"I keep these, remember?" you smiled at him and left the car, heading to your place but Barry didn't hesitate to follow and the smile that it brought you made him smile too when he noticed it.

"are you up for another ride?" he asked as you approached him again.

"we will see"

"I'll take you out of this town" those words made your heart pound even faster, as if he knew what you needed and actully he did. He saw in you that spark of adventure that he was looking for and you saw in him someone who could truly take care of you and make you feel worth it.

"Forever?"

"If you want" he smiled and shrugged as the car stayed next to you.

"we will see"

"pack your things, I'll be here tomorrow"and with this Barry drove away, leaving that sweet taste your tongue when you first met his eyes again.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ ──────────── 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

for my girl @dxddycruise I hope you like it 🎀

#tom cruise imagine #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise smut #barry seal #american made

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inspired by max and lando’s clubbing antics 🫡 and kind of also inspired by the hangover movies??? no idea what this is otherwise

Max is roused from sleep by the tickle of Lando’s unruly curls against his cheek. The fluffy ends of them are almost in his mouth, in places they are sticky from where Max has been drooling in his sleep. Gross. He brings a hand up to try and bat the hair away, but that just wakes up the man who is sleeping on his shoulder.

Lando lets out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine.

“Fuck,” Max groans, forcing his eyes open to work out where they are and why the fuck his back hurts so much.

It turns out, they’re on the floor of his penthouse suite. Not even in the bedroom. They’re in the hallway. To make matters worse, or better depending on how you look at it, they are still fully dressed in the clothes they were wearing the night before.

“I’m dead,” Lando tells him. “I’m pretty sure I’m dead”

Max doesn’t feel well enough to answer his friend right now. His head is pounding and his stomach feels like a washing machine. He pushes Lando’s rather heavy head off of his shoulder and begins to stumble to his feet.

Max has to get a head start in sorting this hangover out. Painkillers. Water. Shower. Food. In that order.

“Why did you let me drink so much?” Lando groans, clearly not the type to suffer in silence.

“Why did you let me drink so much?” Max retorts, stumbling towards the bathroom. He probably should have been the responsible one last night, he could have looked after Lando, but they are both as bad as each other when they’re in the club. They egg each other on as the night continues until it all becomes a blur of shots interrupting Max’s gin and tonics.

He briefly remembers stumbling in to the room late last night, whispering to Lando that they had to be quiet, that Kelly was already sleeping. She had left the party a few hours earlier than them, tired after a week of events.

That’s why they slept on the hallway floor, Max realises. They must have crashed there so they didn’t wake up Kelly in the bedroom. He’s almost proud that he managed to be so chivalrous before promptly passing out in a tangle of limbs with Lando.

He sneaks a hand underneath his sweaty t-shirt to scratch at his stomach, nails catching on some of the wispy hair there. It’s odd that he’s missing huge chunks on time from last night. That he’s trying to piece everything together with logic rather than his actual memory.

“Buenos Dias!” He hears a far too cheerful voice say as he pushes open the door to the bathroom.

What the fuck?

Max deliberately ignores the Spaniard lying comfortably in the empty bathtub and wearing a hotel branded dressing gown.

He doesn’t have the mental capacity for this right now. The puzzle pieces of last night are not fitting together with logic anymore. Instead, he unzips his fly ready to take a piss.

“Bit rude, no?” Fernando tuts.

#writing

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for lying to my parents about my relationship with alcohol?

I (23F) recently moved back in with my parents (53F and 57M respectively). Everyone in my family is Mormon and very devout. I only left mormonism a few years ago around the same time I came out. My parents are aware that I'm not doing church anymore, but they're kind of in denial about it.

In the last few years, I've realized that I like to have an occasional glass of wine while cooking, or a nightcap and a movie, or a little bit of drinking with friends on the weekend. To be clear, I'm not an alcoholic: I'm anxious about the possibility to the point that I keep a log of my drinking and limit myself to two drinks a night, two times a week maximum. I've never had issues with binge drinking or driving drunk or anything like that; I don't even like to go to bars that much. For me drinking is something that is for relaxing in private once or twice a week and occasionally for celebrations.

Point is, I knew this would not fly with them AT ALL and as I set up my room in their house I kept my stash well hidden. I didn't plan on telling them about the alcohol, but my brother T (30M) finds out and basically tells me he'll snitch if I don't tell them because "it's their house and they have the right to know." The way I see it, this isn't any of his or their business, but since I'd rather they hear about it from me, I told them about my supply. They took it better than expected but still tell me that they're not comfortable with my drinking in the house and ask me not to, which I agreed to because that's the only way to end the conversation if I plan to coexist with my parents in the house.

The thing is, there is no such thing as drinking responsibly in mormonism. It's a pretty serious sin, stuff that I know they believe is playing with fire and killing me spiritually. So I understand why they're uncomfortable with it. But where I stand, my having a drink a couple times a week in the privacy of my room, alone, harms no one. I'm the youngest in the family and they don't have grandkids, so it's not even like there's a risk of kids stumbling on an open bottle of gin. Where I think I might be TA is that I told them I'd respect their decision, but I'm still thinking I'll do it. I basically lied to their faces, and at the end of the day it is their house? Also I'd be lying if I said my parents had nothing to do with why I like to drink in the first place: I get a real satisfaction out of breaking mormon rules like alcohol, coffee, and dress codes. Is it fucked up to keep drinking in secret, in part to spite them, while theyre paying for my housing, food, and insurance?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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i think itd be interesting if leaving a bit of zombie in a person would effect their life span. would they live longer or shorter lives? will they ever truely die, or would they turn back to being a zombie instead?

also think itd be a really cool thing to explore just overall. would laboratories pick it up? find a way to test for it? find a faster/safer way to neutralize it? maybe even make vaccines for effected towns so people are less likely to be effected. or would you even be able to do that since its not actually a virus?

Im gonna answer this under a readmore because it got long.

I talk about my zombie lore stuff a liiiiitle more in this post:

https://gin-juice-tonic.tumblr.com/post/704995046015041536/gin-juice-tonic-part-of-something-the-little

But for specific answers to your questions:

1) If you have more not-zombie in you than zombie in you, all major zombie operations in you are supposed to cease, so I'd be inclined to say nothing special about your life span would happen. (The bit about vegetarians having a hard time after being cured was more of a joke.) If something WERE to still happen though I would say it'd increase your life span a little, because of zombies ability to stay together despite their whole... everything. But hopefully that wouldnt happen.

I guess I sort of implied that humans with zombie in them can drink formalin and be okay... until they cant anymore. That's the only perk you get.

2) If you die and you have zombie in you at the time, your body becomes a zombie. But your life force isn't in there anymore, so you can't really say it's still that person anymore. That's the zombie's body now. Cures will no longer do anything at this stage

3) In journal 3 Ford says he analyzed Soos and could tell he survived being a zombie "Due to evidence of autolysis". I did bad in biology in high school but I'm still pretty sure that doesn't make any sense at all lol. Maybe we're to assume that like, a minimal amount of his cells are still self-digesting in a unique way but not enough to affect him as a whole. Which lends credence to the idea that there is no perfect cure, i guess.

4) In my mind the only test for it is "Is the person looking or acting like a zombie", and its about as an exact science as the blood test from the movie the Thing (1981) lol. But as noted up in point 3, Ford I suppose tested Soos somehow. Perhaps one could take a sample of blood and use the titration method I described earlier on the sample until the all cells in it are no longer killing themselves. But then you'd have to make some assumptions involving the ratio of zombie to human based off that tiny blood sample if you wanted to try continued curing at a larger scale. Ford doesn't mention trying to cure Soos further or anything, so I'll just go ahead and claim it's too dangerous to attempt, even for Ford.

5) The thing that kills the zombie force also kills normal humans, so I'm inclined to say a vaccine wouldn't be possible. Who knows though

#if anyone wants this tagged as something let me know... i know its kinda morbid #ask stuff #frankenstein au nonsense #its not really but i figure people who dont like the zombie talk might have that tag blocked already

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Dancing in the Street

Willard Hewitt x Fem!Reader; Ren McCormack x Sister!Reader

Warning(s): Just general stuff in the movie. If you’ve seen it you should be fine. Also the reader doesn’t like Ariel so if you like her, sorry.

Request(s):

I lost all these asks trying to answer them so idk what happened I’m sorry.

1) Hi hi hi, I was wondering if you could write a Willard x reader fic from the 2011 footloose? I'm having Miles Teller brain rot and cannot stop thinking about him!! 💕💕✨

2) Can I get a Willard Hewitt x reader where your Rens sister and you guys meet at school then is really impressed you and your brother dance so good at the diner plssss?? I love Willard

3) hi!! i was wondering if you could write something for willard hewitt (footloose 2011)? i can not find a single fanfic for this man so if you could write something with fluff and maybe like best friends to lovers that would be so awesome! thank you so much :)

Notes: Hope you guys are happy. I had to watch the Footloose remake to do this fic. The remake. It’s...not good.

Anyway, first footloose fic! Yay! I hope you like even if it’s ridiculously short.

When you agreed to move down to Bomont with your brother, you didn’t think it would be as shitty as it was.

You’d already lost your mom, you didn’t need the rest of the joy in your life sucked out, but apparently the town was looking to do just that.

No music? No dancing? Are you kidding? Isn’t that against the first amendment or something?

Apparently not, as it seemed this rinky-dink town hadn’t changed its views since the ‘80s.

You worked as a waitress at Starlite and Ren was stuck in a cotton gin. The school hated Ren’s guts and didn’t take too kindly to your “explicit and vulgar display” of band t-shirts. Plus that plus prissy little Ariel Moore made you wanna hurl, even if Ren was infatuated with her for some god-knows reason.

It wasn’t all bad. You helped Ren fix up the yellow bug and he drove you to school every day, not that you had another choice besides maybe walking.

And there was also Willard. The ray of sunshine through the cloud of darkness in all his southern glory.

You guys met him the first day of school and the three of you meshed right away. You told him when Ren was bullshitting him and he explained what all of his crazy phrases meant.

You weren’t sure you were into him “like that” yet, but you’d heard Ren smack him upside the head for commenting on your looks once, which told you enough.

And, lucky for you, Woody’s uncle, Claude, was a pretty rebellious boss.

“Hey, Woody!” Claude said. “Check the door man. Cop still here?”

Ren and you exchanged a glance as Woody went over to the window to watch the cop pull away.

“Five-O getting his move on,” Woody reported. “Whatcha got for me, Uncle Claude?”

Claude reached down below the counter and pulled up a burner CD. “David Banner, bootleg. Don’t get too krunk out there. First sign of the police, I’m gonna pull the plug. I don’t want a fine and you don’t want another ticket.”

“Wait,” Ren said. “You got a ticket for dancing?”

“He got two tickets for dancing,” Woody’s girlfriend answered. “One more and he’s off the team.”

You followed Claude to the back where he had a record player that doubled as a CD player. Your mouth dropped open in awe.

“All right, let’s get this party started,” Claude said.

He flipped some switches that turned on the outside speakers and turned back to you.

“Now, I know you’re new here so I’ll let you go watch this one time,” he said. “But don’t expect me to let you off work just to dance.”

You grinned widely before practically tearing off your apron to follow Ren, Rusty, and Willard outside.

The speakers were like old drive-in speakers that blared in the parking lot and you watched in awe as the previously perceived boring small-town kids danced better than you could.

“Yeah, dude, they- they get into it,” Willard said.

"Hey, you,” a girl said to Ren. “Come on, let’s dance.”

She pulled him out onto the floor and you watched gleefully as he busted a move.

“You dance, Willard?” You asked.

He blushed a little, shaking his head. “Oh, no, no way.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t dance.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Me and my boys are going to push everybody back,” Woody said to Ren over the music, pulling his leather jacket right off his shoulders. “Let me see you and your sister do your city slicker thing.”

Ren jogged over to usher you in with him and you happily obliged.

“Number 24,” Ren said and you nodded.

You both fell into a dance you’d choreographed together back in Boston, moving easily to the beat and doing your “city slicker thing.”

You shared a quick glance, a silent communication, before you both ran up and backflipped off the edge of a blue pickup sitting on the edge of the dance area.

The crowd cheered.

You laughed, falling into freestyle mode with the others as Ren walked over to dance by Ariel (who looked eager to receive the basically lap dance he was offering).

You felt alive for the first time since your mom. You missed dancing.

That was until you spotted Ariel and Ren grinding on each other shamelessly.

“Oh, gross,” you said, turning away and spotting Willard, who was already looking at you.

You flicked your head, gesturing for him to come join you.

He just shook his head and saluted you with his coke cup.

You sighed and walked over to where he was gathered with Woody, his girlfriend, and Rusty.

“Mind if I have a sip of that?” You asked Willard.

“Oh, uh, sure,” he replied, handing you his cup. “That was some pretty good dancing out there.”

“How would you know, you don’t dance,” you joked.

“I got two eyes, don’t I?” He asked, grinning right back at you.

You two were leaned so close you felt his breath on your face. It made your stomach flutter.

“Y/N, I was wondering-”

“You can put on a show for that guy, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna.”

You both looked over to find Ren walking up to the group.

You and Willard leaned away from each other.

Ren’s jaw was so tight you thought he might crack his teeth.

“That guy block your boner?” You joked, referencing a joke Willard made a few days ago.

“Shut up,” he replied, shoving your head away jokingly.

Suddenly, the music cut out and Claude came over the loud speaker. “Attention, Attention. Ariel Moore, will you please come up to the front of the diner, your daddy is here for you.”

The crowd sniggered and laughed as “daddy’s girl” stomped her way up to the diner.

“Show’s over,” she said as she passed your group.

Your face contorted.

“Daddy’s gonna take her out to the woodshed,” Willard said.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means she’s in deep shit.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Come on, loverboy,” you said, shoving your brother. “Let’s get home before we get picked up by the law at ten o’ one. Oh, and Willard,”

The boy in questioned looked up at you.

“We can finish our conversation tomorrow, okay?”

He smiled. “Yeah, alright,”

You grinned back and turned away from him.

Ren’s eyes narrowed at you. “What was that all about?”

You shrugged. “Nothing. Willard and I were having a conversation while you were feeling up the preacher’s daughter.”

“I was not feeling her up,”

“Oh, please, Ren, the whole parking lot could tell,” You replied, sipping the last of Willard’s drink you’d never given back. “You’re practically throwing yourself at her.”

“I was just dancing,” Ren retorted, pulling open the door to the bug.

“Funny, you never dance like that with me.”

“That’s because-” Ren huffed dramatically. “You know what, this conversation’s over.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” you replied, getting in the passenger side. “Can I pick the music?”

“Can you ever pick the music?”

“No?”

“There’s your answer.”

You rolled your eyes as Ren picked “dancing in the dark” by Bruce Springsteen for the ride home.

You turned to look out the window, noticing Willard in the rearview talking to Woody.

You smiled. This town might suck, but Willard makes it more bearable.

#willard hewitt x reader #willard hewitt imagine #footloose imagine #footloose x reader

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 5 months

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OK OK BUT LISTEN –

Rei furuya as a COOKING SHOW HOST >///<

I saw a fanart of it and just had to get this thought out of my head :D

ORRRRR

Working with Subaru in youre Garden on the pretty flowers that he brought .

SHUICHI AS A CAR RACER

I MEAN HE IS SUCH A GOOD DRIVER LIKE WHAT

Imagen a race between Rei and shuichi :000

I think we already saw something simillar at the start of Movie 20 but anyways -

>0<

Hope you have a nice day! <3

Oh gosh he'd be so good. And he'd definitely always take random and passive agressive jabs at some "rye" that no-one knows. Cut to subaru (Akai) who follows along with his cooking while smiling and humming to himself whenever Furuya lowkey calls him an idiot or something.

Everyone thinks Furuya is exagerating when he says that this idiot would probably fail the current step when it's literally just like adding a certain amount of spices. No-one knows he's right and later that evening Subaru sits pouting in front of the disaster of a dish he's made.

Also car racer AU when???? Rye, Scotch and Bourbon technically driving for the same group but Bourbon and Rye are rivals (Bourbon always wants to compete and Rye humours him) and always race each other. Rye and Bourbon are actually top racers, but Gin (who is an opponent) is also a strong contender for that title.

I just imagine myself clinging to Shuichi before every race because cars scare me and what if something happens to him 😭

Also anything domestic with Subaru always makes my heart race 🥺 tending to the garden, teaching him how to cook, taking the kids to a fair or visiting a school festival 🥺

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gsstories · 2 months

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Introducing…

Daniel Liu Pereira! Another one of Gin’s friends, one that is in her main friend group. He is part Portuguese and part Chinese, is a sweet and shy boy who models sometimes so he is quite the popular one. Often soft spoken and easily flustered, he is considered to be very charming despite not trying to be or just being oblivious to so. He is rather smart so his grades at school are very high and while socializing makes him a tad bit nervous, he is nice to most people, even Bash, so he is pretty friendly towards Howard and Randy. With Gin, he often gets flustered due to how clingy she is but always expects her hugs and cuddles.

He likes makeup and fashion, sometimes dressing up in pretty dresses and skirts and just going ‘Screw gender roles!’ He also likes to cook and watch movies, mostly romance or dramas that make him shed a tear. His all time favorite is The Book of Life. He cried when he first heard the song I Love You Too Much, he wants to be serenaded like that one day. Yes, he is a hopeless romantic who wishes to find true love one day 💛

#oc #au #rc9gn #rc9gn au #rc9gn oc #Rc9gn art #my art #art #oc art #oc artist #artwork #digital art #artists on tumblr

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whosname · 5 months

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Oh, yeah, here's a second post about Gintama's Live-action adaptations. I'm a total completionist so I not only watched the second movie, I had to find the Mitsuba arc and then @sebfreak pointed me to the other miniseries, so... (sorry if it's a long post, while I'm not drawing my brain can't stop)

Right, the Mitsuba arc

Loved they include the spicy parfait scene, I mean, the cgi is what it is, but I have a lot of respect for 'em even trying,

Zaki's afro? chef's kiss, simply delicious

I mean:

Also, Hijikata's reacion to the spicy snacks? delicious. These guys are good at funny faces.

Loved the Gin's pretending to be sleeping scene, missed the part about the black circles under his eyes, tho.

(Look, it was very difficult to find the three parts of the drama, I got 'em from 3 different places and every place has it's own subtitles on indonesian or french. Also, the quality? oh my, the quality was terrible by the third part)

This is a fucking sad arc, daaaamn, and this being a drama... well, it's even more dramatic. I mean, that last scene on the roof? it always breaks my heart.

And now, for something completely different, the mini-series thingy.

The episodes they choose to adapt are... interesting, I mean who in their right mind chooses those three? okay, I love how weird the decision is.

I love the details on the one were Kagura can't sleep, I mean, the Dragon Ball mangas, the justaway alarm clock, Gintoki's pajamas.

Holy shit, the make up, the Napoleon thing, the radio drama, "I didn't get enough sleep, and I'm starting to hear strange things"; I love this episode.

And then, the one were Hijikata can't smoke, maaaan, this episode was like a fever dream in the anime and the live-action is so on point. The whole Namek planet thing, "I'm going to defeat Breeza!", "I'm trying to revive Grillin!", the cgi is not that bad, I mean, slimy grimmy Shen Long could've looked worst. Also, I insist, Hijikata's actor is so stupid good at expressions.

And, finally, the dentist episode, another fever dream. I'm very afraid of the dentist so, yeah, can confirm that People of All Ages Hate the Dentist!. Also, again, their expressions!; Hasegawa!; the treatment! This episode may have worsen my fear of the dentist

I love the way this live-actions thingies keep the whole Gintama spirit, I love that the first scene on the Rules are Made to be Broken movie is the still shot from Yorozuya HQ and it's just these idiots talking over it. If I've watched this on the cinema I would've cheered like the stupid weeabo I am (I told a friend yesterday "I went from 0 to otaku in like 3 moths" so there).

I'm so thankful for Zura's piracy thing disclaimer.

Otose!!! OMFG, I love her!

"Work! We have to find work, Gin-san!" "I don't want to!" MOOD FOREVER!

I love how they all try very hard not to laugh in the scenes with this guy, they failed, but I love it.

We've already talked about Zura's gender but... come on! how fucking amazing they are??!

Oh, and the Katsurap and then Pako (I mean, they changed her name here, but I still like Pako more 'cause Ginko is a different character, come on!) carrying her on her back.

"It's the Shogun!" aaah, you didn't fail me, Rules are Made to be Broken.

And then the hairdresser thing. I can't stop thanking you, Rules are Made to be Broken.

I guess the whole chip on Toshi's neck is weird, but maybe the whole sword thing would've been longer to explain so probably it was best for simplicity.

On that note, "Sakatashi"

"You're a Neet. You're thinking like a total Neet!" "Is that so? You guys look like pretty big Neets too." "Who the hell is a Neet?! We are hard-working workers now!"

So, yeah, I can forgive the the chip thing ONLY for the scene at Gengai's shop. Toshi, pilot the EVA.

I can't believe how close to the original is the scene were Gintoki catches Toshi by his neck and they all run away from those Shinsengumi guys.

"You tax thieves" <3

this look badass, I mean...

We have little Takasugi action in this one, but hell, I don't care, I love his scenes with Bansai. Also, Bansai, of course.

Now, this is were I feel this goes weird, Bansai's gonna try to kill the (freaking) Shogun in a total different location form the train thing. It's... weird. Tho, Bansai looks amazing on his motorcycle.

I've said this a thousand time already, but I don't care, Kagura's really Gintoki's clone, I bloody love her.

Now, I don't fell Gintoki has a real motivation to go a fight Bansai in Edo, it never convinced me. I grateful for the Raccoon Bus scene, tho, I laughed like a maniac (look, I know I need to sleep more), but... dunno "then Takasugi Shinsuke will start killing people!" wasn't enough for me. Oh, and Zura, I love that they use every excuse to use Zura but still... weird?

I really like to like the first part of Gintoki vs Bansai but... too matrix~y too... the choreography is kind of cool, the shots between fights too but the whole matrix thing... I didn't like it.

BUT! the strings thing, that I liked.

And then the last scene at the dango place, I liked it a lot, I love when they did that on the anime averytime.

#gintama #gintama live-action #long post #i woke up too early and couldn't go back to sleep so I wrote this instead #some description gore i know #Rules are Made to be Broken

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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of all the gin joints in the world

summary: you meet a stranger at a bar who's equally as stood up by his date as you are by yours. or do you? fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( can be read as the one from my series or can be read as just a priscilla actress reader, i know who i pictured for this ) word count: 1903 warnings: roleplay. drinking. some p in v sex in the bathroom. stranger sex except it's really not. unprotected sex. fingering. masturbation ( m ). oral ( f, but a mention of m ). author's note: welcome to kinktober day two: roleplay with austin butler and priscilla actress reader. i had fun with this, because i pictured little dove and austin from my series in their happy happy future but i specifically left out any comments of daddy and the like to make this as open as possible. and truly, y'all can imagine whoever. also. welcome to all my titles just veering wildly from one end of my interests to the complete other end.

"You come here often?" A deep voice asks sliding next to you in what you swear is the most crowded bar in all of Manhattan.

You turn to look at the interloper and frown. He looks out of place, like he got lost on the way to some hipster party where he could talk about how good film is and how digital ruined pictures or maybe he just stumbled off a commune. Jury was still somewhat out on that one.

"Only when I have a date and someone invites me only to ghost me. You?" Your smile when you answer is tight.

"Wouldn't you know it, same deal. Sucks because I kind of liked her." The stranger replies with a shrug as he flags down the bartender and asks for his drink before motioning at you. "And whatever she's having."

"I don't need you to get my drinks, I can pay for them myself." You look between him and the bartender as he leaves. Who did this guy think he was? Did he think you were that depressed that you needed another guy to pick up the slack?

He has to bite his lip from laughing and you find that your eyes are drawn to his lower lip, seeing how it disappears between his teeth, and comes back out looking red and just you find that you want to bite them yourself, just to see how they'd look after he's been kissing someone. You shift in your seat a little before looking at his eyes when he speaks.

"I know, you look like you can." He shrugs. "What do you do for a living, if that's not too personal."

"Actress." You pause for a beat. "Broadway."

"Really? I could have sworn I saw you in a movie. Or something on Netflix. Or was it Hulu." The stranger starts running his thumb over his lower lip and you tilt your head as you purse yours.

"I might have done something on there. Worked with some pretty cool people. What about you?"

His lips curl into a smile. "Actor. Mostly TV parts, a few movies and I did do a play on Broadway but I haven't had my big break. I think it might be coming soon, though. Just starred in a new biopic with this awesome woman playing my wife, but she's already taken by someone else."

Your eyes look him up and down as you try and not laugh. A TV bit part star was trying to buy you drinks. This was not going to end well. Still, he was hot, maybe it wouldn't be totally a waste of time.

A hum escapes your mouth. "It probably will be your big break, you're pretty attractive. And maybe you'll get casted in another Marvel thing, I heard they're looking for another Chris. But that only works if your name is Chris."

The stranger's eyes sparkle with pure joy and happiness for a moment before he opens his mouth and laughs. It's a true and honest one, not one where he's faking it to try and get into your pants. It was refreshing to hear from someone you didn't already know. He shakes his head.

"It's Austin, so I guess they could make city jokes about me?" The bartender has finally come back with both of your drinks and Austin takes that as an opportunity to lean closer to you and grab your drink to put it between the two of you. "I know you have a name to go with that gorgeous face."

You feel your cheeks warm at the compliment as you take a sip of your drink. "Y/N. Are you trying to butter me up?"

He doesn't answer immediately, instead just looking at you with a smirk over the rim of his whiskey. When he sets it down the smirk is still there. "Depends. Is it working?"

You take a sip of your drink and play with the rim of the glass. "Depends. How much do you want to sleep with a famous Broadway actress?"

His hand moves to stroke your arm, before he moves his mouth to the shell of your ear. "A lot. Does the Broadway Actress want to sleep with Elvis?"

You shiver as you turn your head, grabbing the back of his own in a mildly strange contortionist move as you place a kiss against his lips. "I'm too young to have the real thing, so yes please."

At the kiss, Austin lets out a low growl and grabs your hand, pulling the pair of you through a sea of dancing people and people in general before arriving at his intended destination of a bathroom. He stands there for a moment before you take the initiative and push the pair of you in there, jumping on Austin the second the door is shut and locked behind you. His hair is longer than it has been for a while- so he says- but you wouldn't know for sure. You're thankful for it, though, because it gives you something to grip as you lick your way into his mouth, nipping at his lip and lightly at his tongue. You're like a woman begging for water in the desert and Austin is the oasis you find yourself in.

He pulls away from your lips to bite at your neck, knowing he's going to leave marks but not particularly caring. His hands reach between the two of you, managing to unbutton his pants and unbuckle his belt before he pulls them down just enough with his boxer briefs to free his surprisingly hard cock.

"Pull up your dress." He groans into your neck, his hand stroking his cock as he pushes you up against the wall.

It takes you a moment to realize what he's saying but when you do, you use one arm to hold yourself against him, using the wall as added support and shimmy you dress up just enough for him to notice you're not wearing anything underneath.

"Babe-" Austin breaks character, the sight and knowledge that you hadn't been wearing any underwear for however long you had been in the bar doing him in with a low moan as he slides a finger in, noting just how wet you are. "No underwear?"

"Ruins the dress lines, Aus." You answer simply, as if that explains everything. "You're supposed to be fucking me."

That's what snaps Austin out of his stupor and he raises an eyebrow before moving you just enough to slide his cock into you. He hisses at the feel of your cunt around him. He takes a few deep breaths before he speaks again. "Got such a tight pussy, when's the last time anyone fucked you."

Your nails move to his back, scratching at it, clawing at it to try and steady yourself enough to get an answer out to the question. You kiss along Austin's neck for a moment before you finally think of something. "A while. Why do you think I was going on a date, Austin. Wanted to be fucked and if it didn't go well I could leave and toss him."

He chuckles breathlessly. "Is that you telling me you think I'm going to be bad?"

You shrug and smirk, grinding against him even as his cock is inside you. "Maybe. Haven't done anything that special."

That lights a fire in his eyes, his thrusts becoming deeper while also faster, something you didn't think was possible. It makes it almost impossible for you to catch your breath let alone speak but you manage a whimper of his name.

"Nothing special? You look like you're already about to come all over my cock but I'm nothing special." He grunts, his fingers moving to your clit, touching at it just the way you prefer.

You force yourself to look at him. "I haven't come yet."

He takes that a challenge, slowing down in his thrusts but moving his fingers faster against your clit, rubbing it and lightly pinching it. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge but you can tell from being Austin's girlfriend like you have you know he's inching toward his own orgasm even if he won't admit it, even as you can feel his hips starting to stutter a bit. You use your legs to pull him a little closer before kissing up to his earlobe and nipping at it. "But I know someone is about to. Gonna come before you've made me come, Aus? Not very special of you."

It's then that Austin pulls out quickly and you practically shout at the sudden loss of his cock, your cunt trying to clench around nothing as he forces you to stand up before he falls to his knees and buries his face into your pussy before you even have a moment to ask him what he's doing. The moan you let out his nearly pornographic as he uses his tongue to lavish attention on your clit, tracing a figure eight you're particularly fond of. Your hands move to his hair, your fingers curling and yanking it. He moans against you and that's it for you. You try and warn Austin before you come but all that comes out is a whimper of his name and fuck. You take a second to lean against the wall before you look down and see him furiously pumping his cock until he comes into his hand. You had been about to offer sucking him off but apparently he had it handled. It takes both of you a few minutes to feel coherent enough to actually speak.

"So, I think we should do this more often." He says, his knees cracking as he gets up from the floor, grabbing a paper towel to clean off his hands.

You wince at the crack, pulling your dress down and moving to pull up Austin's pants. "You mean roleplay?"

"Yeah, or pretending we're strangers in a bar. Maybe next time we're not actress and actor?" He hums, buttoning up his pants after you've tucked him back in. He kisses your forehead and pulls you close.

"What did you have in mind, Mr. Butler?" Your hand moves to unlock the door to the bathroom as Austin wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"I was thinking doctor and nurse, maybe? Or vampire and his very willing victim?"

You look at Austin as you both walk through the bathroom door, no one the wiser at what had just transpired in the bathroom. Your answer to his options is just a raised eyebrow and a kiss at his clavicle before a nip at his jugular. "I like the second one better, we both know you'd let a vampire who looks like me do whatever I'd like to you."

"We both know it goes both ways. You get first dibs?" He asks pulling you closer as someone moves to touch you realizing who you are. It's not that he minds the fans but its too close to both of you coming that he doesn't want anyone but him touching you.

"You love me, of course I get first dibs, Mr. Stranger."

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x pa! reader #austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #ally writes #ally's kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022

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thealmightyemprex · 3 months

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The Emprex Goofs on Piano Man by Billy Joel

SO I love Piano Man by Billy Joel ,its great classic song....But if you listen to anything too much you cant help but poke fun at it .This is done from a place of love

Before I begin heres the song for if its been a while and you havent heard it at all

youtube

LIstened to it ? Good,lets begin

"It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in"

Which is odd cause it was Nine AM

"There's an old man sittin' next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin"

I think you can get arrested for that ,also dont touch that glass

"He says, "Son can you play me a memory?"

BIlly:No I am a pianist !I can play songs.Thats like asking a baker to make you a pastry made out of dreams ands rainbows ...Idiot

I'm not really sure how it goes"

Billy:SO you want me to play a memory .....YOu dont remember

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes"

Old Man:Course that younger man is currently buried in pieces around Nevada -

La, la-la, di-di-da La-la di-di-da da-dum

Ah great Billys having a stroke again

"Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight"

Billy:Ya know you dont have to be pushy

"Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright"

Way better then taking anti depressents

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke But there's some place that he'd rather be

Ah,Wisconsin

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me" As a smile ran away from his face

John :Yeah can you get this knife out of my back

"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place"

John:SAdly due to my pack with Satan ,my soul is tethered to this bar

Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da La-la di-di-da da-dum

Billy I think you need to go to a doctor

Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife

Did find time for a husband though

And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy And probably will be for life

.....You just wanted to rhyme Davey and Navy

And the waitress is practicing politics

Annnnnnnd insert your own joke here

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Well he was a blasphemer

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinkin' alone

No joke here thats just a good lyric

Sing us the song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight

BIllyQUIT BEING PUSHY

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright

Not great but alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday And the manager gives me a smile

Manager :

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see

Yeah the drinks are basically tap water and food is barely edible but the tunes are nice

To forget about life for a while"

Course its due to the fact the piano is cursed

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival

WEll duh look at the co owner

And the microphone smells like a beer

Yeah sorry Billy,someone spilt a beer on it thing doesnt even work

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar\

Billy :Id prefer money but Bread is nice

And say man what are you doin' here?

....Playing a piano ? Thats kind of his job

Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da La-la di-di-da da-dum

BILLY FOR GODS SAKE GO TO A DOCTOR

Sing us the song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight

Billy:WEll I am out of practice on my SOndheim but TOoooonigghht,tonight,it all began tonight-

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright

You are profoundly adequite

Well that was a bit of nonesense I have wanted to do for years

@ariel-seagull-wings @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @princesssarisa @minimumheadroom @angelixgutz @amalthea9 @filmcityworld1

#billy joel #piano man #Youtube

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archaiclumina · 5 months

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Spell your url ✧˖°.

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

I did this last year here, but there are always new tunes goin on to the playlist and I am a sucker for a music meme and will do them a million times, as @tacitruin well knows c': ty for the tag my esoteric waif wife ༝༚༝༚ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

Gonna be a good girl and make this version heavier on the themes and lighter on the memes c': and have kept things mostly to Ren, but some tracks are just tracks I vibe with for both of them, so I've include lyrics and a little explainer about why after each and put a cut after H c:

A: A Model of the Universe - Jóhann Jóhannsson Spotify | YouTube This one's an instrumental which has big Ren vibes for me. I listen to it often when I am writing memory salad drabbles. Just sounds like the right kind of tune for remembering other people's lives, I dunno c':

R: Rule #27; Drunk on Pride - Fish in a Birdcage Spotify | YouTube "Long after they lost their names..." As some folks may know I headcanon Oli and Ren were Nymian sailors in a past life. So there's a lot of thematic lyrics crammed into this song for drabbling that bad end of theirs. Also this band slaps. I have loads of their songs on the playlist c':

C: Control - Halsey Spotify | YouTube "And I tried to hold these secrets inside me, my mind's like a deadly disease..." Just a lot of big ol' bad echo Ren Vibes in this one. She literally knows things she shouldn't and it's 99.79% likely to get her in trouble, you know what I'm saying?

H: Hey Jealousy - Gin Blossoms Spotify | YouTube "Well tell me do you think it'd be alright, if I could just crash here tonight?" A CalRen ship song if there ever was one. I think it's self-explanatory enough c':

A: A Wolf at the Door - Radiohead Spotify | YouTube "Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize..." "Kicks you in the teeth. Steel toe caps. Takes all your credit cards..."A double-banger here. I often listen to this song when I just want to head movie little scenes of the two of them doing things they probably shouldn't have been doing. (They did a lot of that circa 1574 in Othard according to my drabbles c': )

I: I Do Not Want This - Nine Inch Nails Spotify | YouTube "I have lived so many lives all in my head..." "Bamboo puncturing the skin and nothing comes bleeding out of me..." Another track that I listen to for both blorbettes. It's very vibes for two bitches who've had so many bad ends c':

C: Comics - Caravan Palace Spotify | YouTube "Oh, my pops used to say I'm a trophy..." This song is about someone who could maybe have been a good girl but she got involved in bad things, so it's perfect for Ren really. (Also the refrain has the word murder in it c': ) Side Note: The lyrics of this song available on Spotify and Google are pretty disputed by a lot of Caravan Palace fans, myself included. For example, google and Spotify will tell you this line is 'oh my pops used to say I'm a chumpy' not only is this incorrect, it makes no sense. A lot of fans theorize the album is about a hooker and trophy makes more sense in that case and so that's the version I go with. L: Like You Want To - Kita Alexander Spotify | YouTube "Oh what you wanna be? Why won't you come with me take a piece of this for free?" Another CalRen ship song. Those two are idiots. No, I won't elaborate.

U: Up Around the Bend - Creedence Clear Water Revival Spotify | YouTube "Leave the sinking ship behind..." "You can ponder perpetual motion, fix your mind on a crystal day..." For both blorbettes again, I use this when I want to make a head movie montage of the sort of shenanigans they've gotten up to. It's actually one of the husbo's picks, but I still put it to good use c':

M: Mama's Gun - Glass Animals Spotify | YouTube "Little voices, buzzing poison, backward noise drown everything..." "In the summer silence, I was getting violent..."This song actually features as the soundtrack for one of the aforementioned things they probably shouldn't have been doing in Othard circa 1547. To keep a long story short, someone ended up losing a lot of blood, but they deserved it.

I: I Am Not A Woman, I'm A God - Halsey Spotify | YouTube "Take 'em with me to the grave in a suitcase..." "Maybe I could be a better human with a new name..." This is probs one of my top Oli/Ren theme songs, along with Begin Again by Purity Ring. Like, yeah, I'm a slut for Halsey, but also this just touches on a lot of themes which work for the blorbaes. Keeping secrets, playing god etc.

N: Not Your Kind of People - Garbage Spotify | YouTube "Don't want to be like you, ever in our lives..." Another one of the husbo's picks for the playlist that I end up putting to good use when I want to write scenes between Ren and her "Maternal Progenitor".

A: Arrival in Nara - Alt J Spotify | YouTube "Though I cannot see I can hear, her, smile as she sings..." Ren's memory drabbles are non-visual. She doesn't see anything from other people's memories, but she can hear, smell, taste and feel things from other people's memories. Also, could I ever make a playlist and not put Alt-J on it? No. No I could never.

₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ Gonna tag these beauties in for some music fun! ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ Obvs I am starting with @gatheredfates (Sea, I know you have more tunes for me, don't hold out on me!) and also @eorzeanflowers, @zeloinator, @violet-stormbringer, @ofscorchedearth, @luck-and-larceny, @aethericfist and @starforger As always no pressure if you don't want to do it/have already done it. ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ And also if you're not tagged and want to do it, do it and tag me because I love sharing tunes c': ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡

#tag games #oc tunes #aaaa ty for the tag babe <3333 i love you ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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pinkfakeflowers · 10 months

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07-21-23 & 07-22-23

Daily diary & coords

So I didn't upload a diary for the 18th, 19th or 20th cuz all I did was work from home in my PJs...

Friday we went to see the Barbie movie; I posted my coord in the BTS from Thursday's video. It was pretty good! I have a few criticisms, but I'll spare you just in case people haven't seen the movie yet :P

Saturday was mostly an at home day, we did our usual cleaning and then went to meet my parents for sushi for my mom's birthday. I had a chef's choice platter, I always get this since it's the easiest and least complicated thing to ask for. I have to have it made gluten free & without soy. Also got a drink, it was gin based with elderflower and something else I can't remember. Overall pretty good but the tonic water was overpowering (as usual), but the bitterness helped pair it with the fish for me.

I wore aquarium carnival since it's covered in fish (haha..) and also because its my comfiest dress. Full back shirring + high waist = much room for eating. This came in clutch since I ended the night not feeling well. Classic chronic illness.

#lolita fashion #coords

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sunriseverse · 6 months

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nine people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @vaynglories (thank you!!!)

last song listened to: kill of the night by gin wigmore, if my youtube history is to be trusted.

favourite colour: purple...................but gold is honestly pretty close.

currently watching: ljm and shuang jing. and the long season. and chssn. i swear i'll finish one of these before the year is up! if only because i'm going to spend the next week oscillating between feverish studying and avoidance like my life depends on it.

last movie/show: i think the last thing i finished was lou ye's spring fever (2009)? it............i don't know how to give it a review, honestly. i can see the vision and appreciate what it was going for, with the more montage-like format rather than a structured plot in order to give a more intimate view into the lives of the characters. i think it got a 3/5 on wherever i saw the rating for it? though it did win the 2009 cannes best screenplay, so i'm putting this low rating down the sheer fucking impossibility of finding a copy. also it's something you need a certain type of willingness to just be confused a lot to enjoy, i think, since the dialogue is minimal. but also i did not need to know what qin hao's ass and nipples look like, so.

spicy/savoury/sweet?: spicy spicy spicy sp—okay you get the point. i like spicy things, alright. the spicier the better.

last thing you googled: "[prof name][uni name]" because i needed to grab her email and phone number for recommendation reasons.

tagging..................@canofholes @mejomonster @cyberstalking @hollowflight-propaganda @lasenbyphoenix @qiulangjun @8pm @lucientelrunya @psychic-waffles aaaaaand anyone else who wants to play!

#tag meme #sorry for giving an entirely uncalled-for review unfortunately i couldn't relegate my thoughts to my discord dms #c.txt

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magicmindless · 5 months

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A HC list but it’s just Whippa

I feel like I posted a list for her a long time ago but I don’t know (if I have please tell me)

- Pretty similar to Mousse but is considered to be the more talkative one, though it doesn’t mean she’s any sweeter

- Her and Mousse are twins but Whippa is slightly older by a few minutes

- Her real name is Whitney. Whippa was a nickname made by Mousse since she has an affinity for vanilla sweets, especially whipped cream (also she’s eaten it straight from the can more times than she’d like to admit)

- Her natural hair is blonde like Mousse but she dyed it white so she can separate herself and not be considered the “female Mousse”

- Since her and Mousse used to be criminals like most people in their night club they have some… interesting relationships to say the least. Lots of criminals are mixed about the 2. Some are totally cool with them not doing crime anymore, and those are the ones who are more like buddies to them while some see it as a betrayal. Others don’t care though since they had no connections to begin with

- She and Mousse are acknowledged about things like corruption in the justice system and police brutality. They don’t agree with every single thing in the justice system and wished for things to be better but some act like they don’t for whatever reason despite them literally being former criminals

- Whippa was the one who got Mousse to do that photoshoot for the Mocharia Cinco de Mayo poster. She has it hanging up on her wall because she thinks it’s hilarious

- Her favorite alcoholic drink is gin and tonic. She can handle a lot of alcohol though she gets really quiet when she drinks

- Her and Mousse are kind of like caretakers to some of the younger troublemakers in Oniontown, especially towards Radlynn and Sarge Fan, with Sarge’s infamous pranks and Radlynn constantly running away from home. Whenever they see either of them out, they’ll bring them to the nightclub in a secluded area away from the criminals to talk things out with them and check up on them in general

- She and Mousse have both learned a lot of things about Sarge and Radley Madish through the 2 main troublemakers of Oniontown. They think that their obsessions are a bit strange but they’re not too concerned about them (not yet at least)

- Has some musical talent in her as a singer. She used to do choir as a kid and sings a mean vibrato. Her favorite genre of music is smooth jazz

- Her voice has gotten deeper from smoking. She and Mousse are both attempting to quit though. They both wear nicotine patches under their clothes

- Also might have the immunity of a sickly Victorian child. She does sometimes sound like she’s forcing out her voice even if it’s scratchy and causing her to cough (previous choir years of belting her voice doesn't help). Mousse scolds her that one day she’ll just lose her voice completely

- Despises iced tea and coffee, like genuinely she doesn’t get it

- Pretty computer savvy. If it wasn’t for crime and her current informant job, she would’ve considered working for IT. She doesn’t know how to hack into systems or anything unfortunately

- Picky about general weather. Even if the temperature was slightly higher than expected it ruins her mood

- Likes her personal space very much. Hates pretty much any physical affection, it just makes her feel weird

- When it comes to movies or books she tends to lean towards mystery, horror, or dystopian stories

- She doesn’t care about sexuality labels but also doesn’t care for anyone in general

- Doesn’t usually wear makeup but does a lot of pampering and skincare on a daily bases or whenever she has time

#papa louie #papa louie headcanons #flipline studios #papa Louie Whippa

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