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ultralightpoe · 6 months

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Haunted Doorbell - Jake Seresin

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1443

Warnings: SMUT, CHOKING.

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

“You cannot be serious!” Jake laughs, watching you from your shared bed as you do a twirl, shimmying your shoulders a bit to add to it. He could not seem to look away as you walked the room like a runway, tripping over the pants of the costume a bit and trying to play it off. “Darlin….. I….”

“Before you say anything you have to get into your costume!”

“I didn’t get a costume?”

“I got you one.” You answer, grabbing the other part to your couple costume and tossing it to him on the bed. “Now giddy up cowboy.”

An hour later you have Jake standing behind you as you take pictures in the mirror from your hallway, getting ready to debut the world to the new Ken and Barbie. “I cannot wait. We are going to have so many trick and treaters-”

“Or. It’s or, Darlin. Pick one and stick to it. Kids can’t do both.”

“Well I believe in anarchy, Seresin.”

“You say that until our house is covered in toilet paper and eggs-” He murmurs, watching you throw your phone on the couch and dash to the kitchen in your pink costume, far too excited.

“Darlin’, We are just putting the bowl out with a ‘take one’ sign. Right?” He asks, leaning against the doorway, trying to lean his head on it but the pink cowboy hat stops him. You gasp and snap your head to him, a truly offended look written on your features as he takes a step back. “Easy-”

“Jacob Hangman Seresin. I don’t know how you texans do it, but we must admire each and every trick or treater.” You use the cheapest southern accent when you say Texas and he does his best not to laugh, choosing to move closer and help you empty the candy bags into the bowl.

“Fine, fine. What do we do in the meantime?”

“Cider and movies?”

“What movie do you have in mind?”

He felt like a teenager again.

After turning on the tv to Barbie he had planned to sit and watch it with you until the bell rang, but then he saw how pretty you looked and just couldn’t help himself. One thing led to another and next thing he knew he had you in his lap, the taste of cherry flavored sugar coating his tongue as he explored your mouth with his own.

Before he could get too into though the doorbell rang out and you were launching off him in excitement, fixing your hair and dashing to the door with him close behind.

By the time he opens the door you have the candy bowl, smiling from ear to ear when you see the group of kids.

“TRICK OR TREAT!”

“Oh my god, is that Wednesday Addamns and Batman?”

“It’s barbie!” The girl smiles and Jake watches as you put a handful of candy into each of their buckets before waving them off and shutting the door once more.

He turns to you with a sultry smile. “Now where were we?”

But you were gone, already heading to the kitchen rambling on about how cute their costumes were as you began prepping to make cider.

He moves to help you, using any possible chance he can to kiss you, and finally you both are curled back up on the couch with the movie. Both cups of Cider steaming on the coffee table before you as he shuffled closer to kiss you.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” He whispers, pecking the corner of your mouth as you smile. “So so so pretty Darlin’.”

He kisses along your jaw as he goes before he gets to your neck, only to be interrupted by the doorbell, and he can do nothing but watch you jump up to get the door. When you return you once again are smiling ear to ear as you sit beside him and he starts the process over again.

And again.

Over and over, getting you close just for that crappy doorbell to ring out once more. Beginning to lose his patience each time he hears it.

He finally loses it when he has you in his lap, hips grinding into your own as his hands squeeze at your thighs, biting your lip softly when the doorbell sounds out.

“You have to be kidding me.” He groans and you can’t help but smile, launching up to answer it. You take a little longer before you return, but this time he knows you are up to something.

You lean onto the frame of the living room, finger tracing up your side so slowly and Jake’s full attention is on you. He watches as your finger travels up your abdomen and across your breast until you reach the top button of your costume.

“Whatcha doin’, Sugar?” He croaks out, watching you closely.

“I know you like a bit of competition….strive off it actually.” You smile mischievously. “So I was thinking about a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“You have until the next doorbell to put a baby in me. If you fail then you have to wait until tomorrow.” Your smile widens like a cheshire cat, and you begin unbuttoning the pink vest. “Think you can put a baby in me hangman?”

He’s up in a flash, crossing the room to snatch your hips into his hands and smash your lips together in a forceful kiss that has you both moaning out. He bites into your bottom lip, slapping your hands away from your buttons and finishing them off himself, chucking your vest off quickly before moving to your pants.

When you pull back to breathe you help him with his own top, kicking out of your pants as he reaches a hand into your panties.

“Jesus you are so wet-” He groans, forehead falling against your shoulder as his fingers slide through your folds. “Fuck Darlin’...I love ya’.”

You moan out as he rubs his thumb on your clit, pulling at his top. “You wanna waste time right now?”

He growls out, eyes narrowing as he tears your panties off in one swoosh. “You gonna keep your attitude up tonight, Barbie?”

“You know it, Ken.” You wink, watching him strip before his hands fly to your thighs and he picks you up, your back slamming against the wall as he positions himself.

“Ready?”

“You know it.” And in one easy movement he is sliding you down onto him.

Jake takes you like a mad man, one hand flying to the wall to keep you both upright as his other hand keeps a hold on your hip while he thrusts into you as hard as he can. “FUCK!”

His fingers dig into your flesh as he helps you bounce against him, once you get the movement down he reaches his thumb as your clit then sliding his fingers up your abdomen to pinch as your nipple.

“You said you wanted me to put a baby in you. Yeah?” He asks, voice gravelly as he twists your nipple, slowing down his thrusts to tease you a bit. “I don’t think I can do that Darlin’.”

“Why not?” You whine out, trying to shove your hips into his own before his hand flies to your throat and tightens until your air is cut off.

“Because that would mean no more Halloween like this one. No more taking you in our living room, instead we would be out there.”

“And?” You gasp out, tightening around him at his stare. “I could make it worthwhile.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You swear?”

“SWEAR IT!” You shout, and the smile that spreads across his face is ruthless as he begins picking up pace again.

You have one hand in his hair, the other scratching at his back as he shoves you into the wall with a hard thrust, skin slapping against skin as your body begins clenching. Your nerves are on fire as he hits the spot inside you that has you falling apart.

And then you both are falling, figuratively and physically. His knees give out as he cums within you, sliding down and wrapping his arm around your head while you both fall to the floor. His forehead is laying on your collarbone while you both try to catch your breath.

“How did I win that?” He pants, casting a skeptical look to the direction of the door.

“I put a sign out with the bowl.” You gasp out, smiling a bit when his head snaps to you.

“You rushed me for no reason!”

“I find you work best under pressure. Happy Halloween baby.”

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nhl-stories · 5 months

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midnight love – Anthony Beauvillier

Summary: Hannah was ready to accept her fate as second choice, but a newcomer just entered the picture

Author’s Note: Oh my god I've been working through this for so long and then bam that trade happens. And changed how I was going to end this so I'm a bit distraught.

Word Count: 3.9k

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I can't be your midnight love When your silver is my gold

She wishes she had enough of a backbone to disappoint people, if only in self-preservation. But no, instead Hannah is spending another night as a stand in.

It’s not like these people aren’t her friends, but there’s a hierarchy; they’re Brock’s friends and teammates first, then Cora’s friends and fellow significant others, then at the bottom of the list is Hannah.

At least it’s just a team dinner, not some event where she has to explain over and over again that no, she is not Brock’s girlfriend, just a friend. Usually throw in a joke about taking advantage of an open bar or nice dinner.

His real girlfriend is prettier and more talented, just busy with her emergency medicine residency. Hannah is just a placeholder so he doesn’t have to go somewhere alone.

Don’t worry, Brock isn’t slumming it with the plain-looking girl who works in a fish market.

He’s with Cora: head cheerleader and prom queen in high school, first in her class in college and med school, Miss British Columbia who probably would have been Miss Canada if she wasn’t too busy studying to be a fucking doctor.

Hannah’s only a little bitter.

To be fair, she did it to herself. She spent her whole life as Cora’s less-than-impressive sidekick, she should have seen it coming.

Hannah should have thought twice before introducing Cora to Brock, should have known Cora would charm him and ask him out before Hannah could even tell her how she felt about him. And then it was a year and a half of worming her way into Brock’s heart down the drain.

Brock and Cora are good match. They look like a Barbie and Ken set and then they’re personable and kind on top of it.

Still, Brock can’t seem to take Hannah off a pedestal. It’s a little lower than Cora’s, but a pedestal nonetheless. Maybe if she jumps off, it will put her out of her misery.

“You’re Brock’s girlfriend? The doctor?”

Hannah’s head snaps up from stabbing the cherry in her drink, to see a new face. Anthony Beauvillier, her brain supplies.

“Oh no, just a friend filling in,” she bites back her initial reaction of a barking laugh, “You’re Anthony, welcome to Vancouver.”

“Thanks, so just a friend, what’s your name?”

“Oh, right, Hannah.”

“Hannah since you’re here and not a significant other, I can assume you know all the dirt.”

Hannah blushes under his gaze. His eyes are so blue she can’t seem to keep direct eye contact. So, they keep drifting to his hair, she hadn’t realized he had such soft looking locks since she mostly had seen him on TV with a helmet.

“I guess, what do you want to know?”

She tries to be coy; she definitely knows more than most. She’s so present but so unassuming she guesses she must be easy to open up to.

“Is it really a big deal that Petey brought around a girl?”

“There hasn’t been a lot of exciting off-ice news this season. But I’ve known him for almost 4 years and I’ve barely seen him flirt with a girl, so to bring a girlfriend is kind of big deal. Although between you and me I think he’s been hung up on her for a while.”

Anthony nods.

“The only thing before this was Quinn broke up with his girlfriend from back home and then just started showing up with a new girlfriend like a month later. But Samantha has been accepted into the fold so it’s not really gossip anymore.”

“You really do know the low down.”

“I can’t give you much on-ice info, but off-ice dynamics, I’m your woman.”

He gives her a crooked smile and starts to say something, when a hand grabs her elbow a bit too tight.

“Dinner is starting, I got us seats,” Brock tugs her towards the table that’s filling up.

“Nice talking to you Anthony,” she gently pulls her arm out of Brocks grip.

“Yeah, let’s do it again sometime.”

∫∫∫

“You smell like fish,” Cora says as Hannah sits down next her in the stands.

She pulls up her collar and gives it a sniff, she doesn’t smell anything, “I changed before I came here.”

“I think it’s just embedded itself into your skin at this point.”

“You smelled like a barn when we met and I still became your friend, even though everyone said you smelled like horse butt.”

“Well, the tables have turned and now you’re the stinky friend.”

“Fuck off,” Hannah laughs and flips her friend off.

Cora reaches in her purse for a tiny spray bottle of perfume, “I got you covered my fishy friend,” she gives her a spritz.

“Did I miss anything interesting?”

“I just got here, like 10 minutes before you. Had a last-minute surgery.”

“So, we were both working with guts before we came.”

“Yeah, and hopefully after this, number six will be rearranging my guts.”

Hannah laughs, but it’s hollow. They’ve been together long enough it shouldn’t still sting, but somehow it does.

Thankfully, there’s a big hit on the ice to shift their focus.

“The new guy is pretty cute,” Cora says when play settles.

“Anthony?”

“Yeah, you met him at that dinner thing, right?”

The tone in Cora’s voice makes it clear that she knows something Hannah doesn’t. That she’s toying with her food.

“Mm-hmm, he seems nice.”

“Brock said he was flirting with you. He was all worked up about it too, like ‘this new guy comes in and just charms the first girl he sees, what if Hannah was my girlfriend?’”

Hannah forces herself to focus on the puck traveling down the ice. She can’t look at Cora, let her see something she might jump on

The puck is blown dead, icing, and Hannah tries to keep her face blank when she turns, “He was just trying to meet the group and be friendly.”

“That’s what I tried to tell him. Why would he be trying to flirt with you?”

Hannah bites her tongue, she knows Cora means why would he be flirting with someone at a team dinner, when most women there would be taken. It doesn’t mean it’s any less hurtful. Like Cora isn’t digging her finger into the soft flesh of her biggest insecurities.

“Brock’s just protective of what’s his,” Cora adds like that’s not another sharp jab.

A wave of nausea rolls over Hannah.

The boys win by one in a mostly winless season, which is good reason to go out and celebrate. Hannah is wrangled into one of Cora’s dresses, and doused in her perfume, and dragged to a club.

One out of three of those things is Hannah’s choice.

“You smell nice,” Brock leans over to whisper in her ear, reaching across her body to steal a gulp from her drink.

Her body involuntarily flushes, like it always does when Brock casually invades her space. So completely unaware of the effect he has on her.

“I smell like your girlfriend,” she hates the way her voice wavers.

“Where is she anyway?” He stares out into the crowd, arm casually thrown over Hannah’s shoulder.

“Dancing with some of the girlfriends,” she waves in the direction the group went.

“Not like you to not join in,” he gives her a smile that used to be reserved for her only.

“It’s been a long day,” she shrugs, “which reminds me, Cora said certain things that mean if I want a good night’s sleep, bring her back to your place.”

“So, I’m scoring off the ice too?”

Hannah gags, “second star on and off the ice.”

Brock laughs and gives her gentle shove.

“I’m gonna get a drink, need a refill?”

Hannah gives him a thumbs up.

She watches him walk towards the bar and Cora appear out of thin air to wrap herself around him. Hannah knows she’ll be waiting on that drink forever.

“Looked like you could use a refill,” a solid wall of warmth slides up next to her, a drink placed in front of her.

She should have been expecting it to be Anthony, but she’s surprised. A warm feeling rolling over her thinking about how Brock thought he was flirting.

“Thanks, Brock’s useless,” she holds up the glass in cheers and takes a sip.

Over the rim of the glass, she catches two blondes sucking face, having their foreplay in front of everyone.

“Do you want to get out of here?” She blurts without thinking of the implication, maybe not caring.

Anthony gapes at her forwardness before Hannah’s brain catches up, “Like to a quieter bar?”

“Sure.”

Hannah takes him to a dive bar, where they drink crappy beer in tall boys and play darts. She’s too dressed up for the location but it doesn’t matter, they only have eyes for each other.

“You worked on a crabbing boat?” Anthony asks incredulously.

The alcohol is already having her run hot, but the focus from Anthony- or Tito or Beau as he said people call him- feels like a direct sunray. She’s the listener not the talker. Yet, there’s something disarming about Anthony, makes her walls fall away, makes her want to talk as much as she listens.

“Yeah, it was a quick way to make a lot of money in a few months, and it was exciting. There aren’t a lot of crabs the past few years so I haven’t had a chance to go back. And I’m not very smart so I have limited options.”

“You’re talking to a hockey player, I’m also not very smart and have limited options.”

“That’s probably explains why Brock and I became such good friends, although he did go to some college,” she grins and throws her last dart.

Anthony doesn’t make a move to start his turn, “so you and Brock were never–“ he cuts himself off with a throw.

“More than friends?” Hannah supplies.

“Yeah,” Anthony visibly tinges pink even in the darkened bar.

Hannah can’t quite vocalize her answer, worried the timbre of her voice will give away all the thoughts and feelings she’s been hiding. She shakes her head instead.

“If Brock was being weird, I think he was just vetting you. As a teammate and if you were worth my affections or something. Not that you were actually flirting with me.”

“I was,” Anthony looks her straight on, no doubt on his face or in his voice.

Something snaps inside Hannah, bursting red-hot in her veins. She’s not going to sit back and wait this time; she’s going to lean into what she’s feeling and grab it tight.

She drags Anthony towards to the back of the bar, pushing him into the bathroom and pushing him against the door once inside. She feels a little depraved, but she drives through the feeling and kisses Anthony.

He’s quick to kiss back, tongue slipping past her lips, gentling her erratic movements. He grabs her hips gently, but firm. He’s a wave of cold water crashing into her molten lava body. Nature in symbiosis.

“I don’t normally do this,” she says between kisses.

He moves his hands up to her waist, he doesn’t stop kissing her, just moves down her jaw closer to her ear, “and this is what you want?”

He sinks in his teeth into the hinge of her jaw, she gasps.

“I want–“ her voice is shaky.

She doesn’t know how to say it or ask for it. She just wants the light of his attention, on her, his whole-hearted focus directed at only her, like no one else exists.

“Cause I want more than a bathroom hookup, but I’ll take what I can get,” she can feel his smile against her skin.

There’s a bang on the door then someone yells, “You don’t have to go, but you can’t stay here!”

It’s like being dunked in the ice-cold Pacific.

She gives him one more peck, “Another time?”

∫∫∫

They find themselves in another bathroom, this time in Demko’s house while the team has a party. Hannah on the counter and Anthony in a vice grip between her knees.

“Sorry, couldn’t wait until after the party.”

Hannah can’t hold back her smile. Hasn’t been for almost two weeks now. They hadn’t seen each other again, but had been texting. If Cora asks, she says it’s Brock being stupid. If Brock asks, she says it’s Cora being dramatic.

“I like it,” digging her fingers into his hair, it’s as soft as it looks.

“But we can’t take too long,” she adds, though she doesn’t kiss like someone with an exit plan.

“I’ll take my time tonight,” he whispers against her lips.

Voices drift closer to the door when they finally decide to peel apart. Hannah fixes where she mussed his hair as best she can, before peeking to see if the coast is clear.

She makes her way through the kitchen to casually grab a drink and slides up next to Cora and her conversation with the other better halves.

She’s trying to ease herself into the conversation but her mind is elsewhere. In the future and whatever tonight is going to be and in the present glancing over to see Anthony trying to do the same.

Cora elbows her before leaning in, “Classic hot mess Hannah.”

“What?”

“Your very dumb, signature move,” Cora grins, “you forgot to wipe your lipstick off his mouth before you reintegrated back into society.”

Hannah tries to casually glance back at Anthony, he looks towards her at the same time and grins. His lips a shade too pink to be natural. Hannah mimes wiping her lips with the back of her hand, hoping he’ll get the message.

“You dirty girl, I’d recognize that nude berry on any boy’s lips, which honestly let me find you a new color, you’ve been using that for like a decade now.”

Hannah tries to smile through her worry, but Cora knows her well enough to see through it.

“I’m very proud of you for getting him while the getting’s hot, but if you’re worried about me telling Brocky babe or something, don’t worry, secret’s safe with me,” she zips her lips and throws the key over her shoulder.

The giddy nerves in her stomach start fighting the anxious nerves in her stomach.

A heavy arm drapes over Hannah’s shoulder, “There you are, Cora said she saw you but I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

That’s the thing, Hannah trusts Cora to keep a secret, she doesn’t quite trust herself.

“Almost feels like you’ve been hiding from me,” Brock laughs at the thought.

Cora joins in and gives Hannah a desperate look to join in as well, Hannah can feel her own laugh is too erratic, but Brock doesn’t seem phased.

“Babe, she’s allowed to have her own life, she’s not just our personal third wheel,” Cora pulls him into her own side.

“Technically Cora, you’re the third wheel to our friendship,” he grins and gives her a peck.

Hannah feels nauseous.

“Oh honey, you’re the third wheel to Hannah and I’s friendship, it’s been around the longest.”

They’re not even acting like Hannah is involved in this conversation, she takes the opportunity to duck out. She grabs another a drink and goes out to the unused balcony. It’s still too cold to hang out there at night, the air is the kind of wet-cold that you can feel in every breath.

“How long have you been in love with Brock?”

Hannah jumps at his voice, barely managing to keep a hold on her bottle of beer.

“I’m not really in love with him anymore,” there’s no use in lying if she’s that transparent.

“Is that why this all secretive?”

Anthony’s eyes are so big, endless blue that Hannah isn’t sure how to read. She wants to learn.

She has reasons lined up: she doesn’t want to effect team chemistry, doesn’t want to ruin her friendships if this goes south, doesn’t want to fall in love with another hockey player.

But all those reasons are logical and rational. And this is emotional in a way she’s not sure she can find room for in her body.

“It’s nice to have something that’s just mine,” she furrows her brow, feels like it’s not quite what she means.

“I’m not the smartest or the prettiest or the most anything, I’m just Hannah. But you act like that’s enough. I’m not just a consolation prize or silver you’re settling for because you can’t have gold.”

Anthony doesn’t say anything for a long time, Hannah feels like maybe they froze outside.

Then he takes a step forward, cupping her face with hands so warm they burn her cheeks. He kisses her slowly; Hannah doesn’t think anyone has ever kissed her like this. Like she’s something precious, worth savoring.

He pulls away and smirks, “I’ve kind of been wishing for silver my whole life.”

“Jesus Christ, is that a Stanley Cup joke?” her smile grows so big it swallows her face.

“Like I’ve said I’m not that smart or that clever either.”

Hannah just has to kiss that stupid smile off his face, not caring who can see them through the windows.

∫∫∫

Brock is pissed.

He acts like everyone doesn’t know what it’s about. Like they don’t notice the glares he sends Beau when he walks into the locker room or how his knuckles go white around a beer bottle when he sees Hannah dance with Anthony at club.

They all let him sulk for a week, without saying anything.

Teammates start to chirp him when it lasts longer.

It comes to a head when Brock goes to a team event alone and brings his mood home to Cora.

“You’re not even his ex or something,” Cora is pretending to be the slowest customer of all time at the fish counter while she complains.

Hannah sort of wishes it was a rush so she could usher her friend away, she’s so over dealing with Brock. The jealousy that she would have killed for a few months ago is starting to become overkill and Hannah kind find it in her to be bothered.

It’s funny that the first time she’s all Brock can think about, is also the first time she doesn’t give a shit about it.

“He’s never had to share you with someone else and now I’m like invisible or something.”

That make Hannah pause.

In all the years she’s known Cora she’s the never been self-conscious, never had a reason to be.

She has to bite back the spiteful smile, it’s nice to be reminded that Cora is a mere mortal too.

“I’ll talk to him, can’t have you feeling lesser than me.”

Cora scoffs, “Hey, don’t talk about my best friend like that.”

Hannah rolls her eyes.

“I’m serious bitch, I don’t know why it took so long for it to get through your head, but I’m glad someone finally makes you feel on top of the world.”

The next night Hannah and Anthony are at Brock’s door.

He opens the door and almost shuts it in their face, but Hannah catches the door with her foot and shoves Anthony through the door.

“It’s an ambush babe,” Cora squeezes Brock shoulders, trying to make him unclench an iota.

“I come bearing the traditional British Columbian peace offering, a fillet of fish,” she nobly holds out the wrapped package in her arms.

Brock almost cracks smile.

“Brocky babe, why don’t you help her prep the fish and I will fix Beau here a drink.”

Hannah drags him into the kitchen before he can argue or pout.

She doesn’t really need prep; she knows her way around the kitchen already and the recipe like the back of her hand.

She pulls out a knife and points it at Brock.

“I’ll let you be upset for the time it takes me to cook this fish, and then you’re going to snap out of it.”

She gets to work, “You love Cora, you love that she loves hiking and boating and your dogs. You love that she’s as passionate about her job as you are. You love that she moved the fucking earth to make your dad passing as easy as possible for you.”

Brock’s face is set in stone.

“So why the fuck are you so bent out of shape about me dating someone, to the point where your perfect girlfriend is jealous of me?”

“Of all the people in the world you had to go for one of my teammates? What if something happens and I can’t even think of passing to him or it makes things weird with my teammates.” Brock snaps.

“Cause you’re doing a great job of that right now, Petey says he’s worried you’ll throw a punch soon.”

“Were you just using me until you could land the right hockey player?”

“Not everything I do is about you Brock. Sorry I let you think that for so long.”

She throws some of the fish in the hot pan, it sizzles like her nerves.

“I’m sorry it happened this way, it’s the last thing I would purposely try to do. But can’t you tell how happy he makes me?”

She feels her tears start to fall, hot and heavy. They’ve been locked and loaded for years.

“You didn’t want me when we met all those years ago, and that hurt. And then you fell for my best friend like instantly, and that hurt worse. You don’t want me that way, so you don’t get to be mad that someone else does.”

Brock looks like he might cry, too.

“I love being your best friend. I love your dumb jokes and you’re stupid fucking laugh. But I can find that somewhere else if you can’t accept this.”

Brock squeezes her tight, she can feel his tears on the crown of her head.

“I want what’s best for you,” he pulls away, “sorry I have a dumb way of showing it, is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“Pay my rent when you ask Cora to move in?”

Brock lets out one of his stupid fucking laughs, “maybe by next season you’ll also have a new place to live.”

Hannah shoves him away and plates the last of the fish, “the instant acceptance is appreciated, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

She goes to the dining room where the others are waiting with bated breath, pretending like they weren’t eavesdroping on the whole conversation.

“Hope you guys are ready for some tear-brined salmon for this very emotional and awkward double date.”

Anthony takes her hand when she sits down, she can’t help but kiss him. She likes the view off her pedestal.

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murdrdocs · 9 months

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HI i saw ur requests are open for barbie so how about barbara (whos still learning abt the real world) being all omg we should get married a week after asking her s/o out and her s/o whos like whoa slow down

it comes about when you're watch the bachelorette.

it's a new fixture in your relationship, ever since barbie saw a commercial for it, and you saw a few of the bachelorette's tiktoks about the upcoming season. since then, the two of you sit down every sunday, grab a pint of ben & jerry's (cherry garcia was barbie's pick this week) and turn the channel to abc.

barbie is into it. her blue eyes rarely leave the screen, she absolutely refuses to leave the living room during commercial breaks, and she spends the entire monday after conspiring about who she thinks charity will pick in the end.

you know how obsessed she is, so it shouldn't be a surprise when she picks up an idea or two from the show.

"so i was thinking," you turn to face your girlfriend when a commercial for a car comes on. she slides the spoon out of her mouth, sticks it straight down into the ice cream, and turns to face you with an excited look in her eyes.

"we should get married!"

your immediate reaction is to freeze, features stuck as if you've just been love bombed in a large crowd. then you blink, lips closing to form an amused smile.

all the while, barbie continues talking.

"because like, in the show," her hand gestures to the tv, "charity is all about finding her husband and she's looking for connections with these men and we have a connection stronger than any of them. so i just feel like if they can get married, then we should to."

her smile is proud, satisfied, and you can't help but let your own smile reflect. it's a good idea, except for the fact that you and barbie started officially dating two episodes ago.

you nod, putting your own spoon back in the bowl. "that's a good idea, babes," her smile widens. "except people don't really get married that quick." her smiles drops, and your heart thuds painfully for a second.

"oh." her blue eyes look a little darker, so you put the pint of ice cream on the coffee table and scoot a little closer to her.

"i would love to marry you, barbie, don't think that i feel the opposite. it's just that for humans, marriage is a big thing that happens after you spend lots of time getting to know each other and you move in and all that stuff." she still looks a little sad, so you cup her cheeks gently, making sure she's really looking at you. "but, until then, how about we just get matching rings and pretend we're married?"

her smile brightens, the idea of jewelry definitely ringing bells in her head. "can i pick them out?"

you nod, a little laugh leaving your lips. "yeah. but i wanna see them, too."

and then the episode comes back on, and barbie has all of her attention focused on the screen once more.

#im no where near caught up on the bachelorette btw #but i still have my favorites #barbie x reader #barbie fluff #barbie x you #barbie movie #barbie

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lizzibennet · 9 months

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i’ve always lived among people who had much more money than my family because my mom worked for rich people and my brother and i always got scholarships because of good grades. and so one of the things that always kind of bothered me was that my friends always had much cooler, cleaner, tidier houses than i did. we’d go to their places after school for homework or just to hang and there wouldn’t be a hair out of place. one of my friends had a mezzanine with comics and a nintendo wii especially for her to hang out with friends. the other lived in a corner house with a tennis court which i always admired when passing in front of and i literally freaked out when i realized he lived there. one of them had a barbie house taller than us, one had a pool, one had a rooftop pool and cherry trees that were blossoming when i was over, etc. and i would tell them wow your house is so cool. mine is so messy and always dirty, and if i want it clean i usually am the one who ends up cleaning it, and i do my own laundry whereas you even have maids everyday! and they’d shrug and be like it’s cool i guess. but it’s not my house, it’s my parents’.

and that would always give me pause.

i’d think about the completely out of place shell dish that lives on top of the living room rack for the sole reason that my mom puts the earrings she steals from me there so i can retrieve them if i leave before she’s woken up. i think about my dad’s “mess closet” which is precisely what it sounds like but it’s where he goes when i ask him for the shoemaker’s glue to fix my jelly shoes and for the mini electric saw he used to saw through one of my dolls’ neck (long story) and where he goes when my brother asks him for specific sized screwdrivers to open up his childhood remote controlled toys. i’d think about the laundry closet divided in two because my mom owns a lot of delicate work shirts and swears i wash them better than her (it’s the same washing machine at the same cycle). i’d think about the four little giraffes besides the tv - according to my mom, tallest to shortest representing my brother, me, my dad and my mom, which my dad has never loved because Obviously He Is Taller Than Me but encourages the cat to curl up next to them to sleep so he can take a picture and send our family whatsapp group named “grimy family”. i’d think about my brother’s car’s engine laying open in the garage because he couldn’t finish it in time before returning to uni and my dad carefully picking it all up and tidying before he returns except my dad really is kind of shit at tidying so it’s all just kinda. laying there. i’d think about my mom washing my clothes on the weekend and laying them at the foot of the stairs because i don’t like when she just shoves my stuff into my room even though clothing in the stairs obviously makes the living room look even worse. i’d think about the medicine books lining the living room table because my mom saw them at an auction and picked them up for me even though i’m not in med school yet and i’d think about the socks my dad leaves besides the cat besides the giraffes besides the tv because my mom often falls asleep watching the novela and gets cold feet and i’d think about the hideous rio de janeiro postal my brother brought me one day when he was on break that hangs in the kitchen and i’d think about the air fryer and the juicer my dad never fucking puts away and permanently now live atop the cooktop which has been broken since 2015 and i’d think about my jelly shoes under the chair where the cat likes to sleep with my smell near and my hair clip that broke the first time i went out with my girlfriend which my mom kept, you guessed it, on top of my representative giraffe because she thinks she wears it better than i do, even if it’s broken, that’s fine, doesn’t it still look so pretty? and i’d look around at the pristine white pillars and granite and impeccably kept real wood and the techy dishwashers and color changing lamps and king sized beds of my friends’ and i’d finally cave in and text grimy family and be like can any of u guys come get me. and 5 mins later my mom would say “your dad and i are on our way”. and i’d breathe a sigh of relief. and come back to the messy house in front of the square. it was either this one or the one between the family that owns the range rover and the police chief that owns the old reformed cadillac and i wanted this one and my dad immediately agreed even though he loves both cadillacs and jeeps and campaigned for the other house before. and i’d lay down in my silly little square front house in my bed with my cat and my parents next door and my brother’s empty room full of his correspondence next to my bathroom full of hair masks atop the cabinet. and i wouldn’t have it any other fucking way

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headlessdeaddancer · 2 months

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FAMILY LIST- and z

Dads :

@vox-tv-demon : tv dad

@valentino-moth-man : papá

@ask-lucifer-morningstar : king dad

@featheryhoe : blue dad

@fizzy-froggie : short dad

@mcalastor : deer dad

@the-original-dickmaster : yellow dad :3

Mum:

@numberoneabsentmom : mum

Father :

@zestialtheancient : Dad Z :3

Siblings :

@alyxdefoisnthere : big sis alyx

@electronic-moth-venus : lil sis veve

@rainbow-void : big sis v

@vincent-the-electric-moth : big bro v

@cherri-is-bomb : big sis c

tía’s and tío’s:

@barbie-wires-drugs : Tía ! :3

@ask-velvette-official : Tía

@ask-the-archs : tía michelle/tío Gabriel

Friends :

@the-0verseer-watches : O! :3

@wally-wackfords-wacky-blog : WACKY!!! :DD

@asksusanthecannibal : SU :D

Kid :

@askcannibalkid : I guess I have a child now-

#I definitely don’t have a favourite :3 #It’s z.#It’s z. He’s the favourite.

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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months

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Happy Halloween! What are all the Wukongs and macaques being/ doing?

Happy halloween too! Sorry Im a little late!

If we're imagining Halloween is going down in one of the modern day verses, then you know theres gonna be a few very confused monkeys.

Either of the LMK SWKs & LEMs have to be the ones to explain why the city suddenly looks so... Underworld-esque to the ones from earlier eras. Peach & Dawn are transforming themselves so that they can go trick or treating with the kids, while Plum & Dusk are making late-minute costume changes and indulging in the vino and party foods.

Dasheng is confused, but ends up being dragged along (not very reluctantly) when the kids gets uber excited by the idea of candy and mischief. Luier steps out of the clothing room dressed as The Monkey King and Dasheng cries with pride/at the adorableness. Zhanshi gets really into dressing up for the holiday as well, and makes a very... distracting Morticia Addams. Lets just say it took the strength of multiple gods for Dasheng not to whisk his LEM away from prying eyes. Dasheng def demands a "dad tax" on any candy gathered.

Smokey equally has no idea whats going on, but is def enjoying the toilet paper graffiti and trickery. Probably convinces Xiao Qi and the rest of the kids to dress in identical costumes to freak people out. Liang already dresses like a mage, so he gets confused for being in costume as well. Liang was supposed to dicipline Smokey for directing the kiddos to scare others. But then the two adults end up collaborating on a "Karma Scare" after they get a house with extrememly rude drunk people inside. The Reborn! Pilgrims should have known that havoc was afoot when the fruitiedads asked them to take over chaperoning "just for a bit." >:)

Cherry and Olive are at a halloween fair just demolishing the different game stalls, bobbing for apples, getting freaked out in the scare house, and trying out the rides for the very first time. Both are so hyped up on adrenaline and sugar the whole night that they crash the second they get back to their own dimension.

Ace and Joker are inside multiple halloween parties, tearing up the dance floor and getting hammered. Ace is wearing his fancy mask and everything. Probably still partying past midnight before the other monkeys have to do post-holiday recon.

Shihou and Mihou hear "free sweets" and are immediately on board for trick-or-treating. It take them a minute to understand; "we gotta dress like... other things?" before they jump into the costume closet. Shihou decides that he wants to be Thor, cus he looks cool. Mihou panics at the amount of options available and decides to dress like cowgirl Barbie (cus pink is his fave colour). Many candies are had, though the two aren't actually sure what the "trick" part of "trick or treat" means, so at a few houses they ask specifically for "tricks" before the LMK kids explain it to them. They spend the later half of the night with the other verses kids eating candy and watching scary pg movies with MK as supervision.

Sugar and Spice are probably at the fairground too since it's easier for them to hide in a crowd. Sugar submits himself into a costume contest and gets 2nd place (he lost to a kid wearing another Monkey King costume). Spice gets a little overwhelmed after half an hour, so he and Sugar space out on a roof top the rest of the evening. They def have a pillowcase of modern candy they hide from the other pilgrims when they get back to their universe.

Lilac is trying to follow a multi-step halloween costume makeup tutorial, when Starfruit tries filming a prank video. Both acts are ruined when Starfruit tries scaring Lilac, sees the half-finished gory makeup, and gets so scared that he faints. Both spends the rest of the holiday watching tv with some takeout.

By the end of it, at least one monkey is in jail; Smokey and Liang for their super scare, or Ace and Joker for public intoxication, or Cherry and Olive for damaging public property at the fairgrounds ("Bumper cars got a bit out of hand"). The LMK monkeys + two of the Tripitakas had to bail them out.

#wukongverse #happy halloween #lego monkie kid #lmk #monkey king hero is back #monkey king reborn #the monkey king netflix #new gods nezha reborn #meihouwang #journey to the west: legends of the monkey king #smash legends #headcanons

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spaceandthedigitalfrontier · 2 months

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 Ed Dillinger Jr.

tagged by: @starstruckxstray

tagging: @occupationallyhazardous, @first-frost-fallen-snow (feel free to pick from either or both if you'd like to do it) @evecolourshock, @computerwarrior, @the-expatriate, @riinzler, @enforcerrinzler

(As always, no pressure if you don't want to do it, or to tag anyone else if that's not your thing!)

(Bonus Flynn, Rio, and Clarke, and Aurelius under the cut because why not...)

Rio:

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 Rio

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 Kevin Flynn

[ SOFT ] glitter is always a good option | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night

#the voice from the void #rp meme #tag game #headcanon questions

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faggotadeux · 2 years

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i wish people put in more '60s accurate details in their fanfictions so i present some things from the '60s the characters in the outsiders would have seen/used/experienced.

school lunches

this is what the gang most likely would have had at school lunch. people don't really talk about school lunch in their fanfics but i really think they should. could you imagine the romance of eating "weiner wraps" with ponyboy?

these honestly sound disgusting no wonder dallas dropped out.

rip johnny cade you would have loved high school cheezy breadsticks.

EDIT: it said in the book that the greasers didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch!

halloween costumes

this one required two pictures because i wanted to show the true demon from hell itself that is the beatles mask halloween costumes. i wanna see someone write a fanfic about bob sheldon jumping johnny cade but dressed up as paul mccartney. now that would haunt my dreams.

'60s halloween costumes were honestly so scary even when they weren't trying to be.

could you imagine like a little baby four year old ponyboy going trick or treating and seeing those eyeball things? no wonder the kid has anxiety and ptsd.

60s fashion

i could make a whole post about clothing (dresses, housewear, school clothes, bathing suits, fuck even underwear) but for now i just wanted to highlight some of this stuff. if you're going for 1965, these looks are a bit more socy but cute! i wanna see cherry pop off in that orange dress.

if you're writing a few years after the main plots of the book (after 1966) that fashion could probably be seen with a lot of the characters! i could see ponyboy popping off with that sweater on the bottom left.

EDIT: fashion also depends on region! what people were wearing in Tulsa was different from what people were wearing in Miami, and vice versa.

semi-unrelated but we should acknowledge that mrs. curtis was a housewife in the 50s and for sure would have worn those pretty housewife dresses. she's so cool. we should talk about her more. EDIT: it's unlikely that she would have because of their financial status.

toys

i know that the characters are a bit old to be playing with toys- but they might still mention them in conversation. and these toys are perfect for any baby fanfics!

i know cherry would have SO played with those barbies. i would read a whole fic about cherry's barbie dreamhouse. could you imagine marcia and cherry playing barbies together? so cute. i could die.

if you're looking for toys the gang would have played with, i would look at toys from the 50s, especially for older characters like tim shepard and darry curtis.

EDIT: they most likely wouldn't have had that many toys! maybe only one or two.

christmas decorations

christmas in the '60s was so cute! i could so see cherry with one of those aluminum christmas trees in her house.

the second picture does a good job of showing what some kids might have gotten for christmas, along with what their tvs and other items looked like.

again, this is pretty soc-centered, but it can give y'all some good ideas for a nice '60s christmas fanfic with the gang.

conclusion

to start, a lot of the things here are revolve around the socs, and that's because they're rich. people idealize and remember the things that the rich had over the poor. even if the gang wouldn't have had these things, they still would have seen them around!

if you really want to go deep: look at boomer meme accounts. i know it sounds stupid, but trust me. you'll see tons of things like "no kids these days know what this means" and they think they're better than younger generations because technology has advanced. it's a great way to learn about some of the small things people had to do everyday that won't get talked about.

there were some parts of the '60s that were really cute. obviously, other parts of the decade weren't so i advise you all to be careful with how you write decade-accurate pieces. racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, and many other issues were rampant at this time. (general psa: you can write gay characters in 60s fanfictions! gay people did exist in the 60s.)

i do this thing in my fanfiction i like to call "vintage touches" where in would incorporate things from the original text/60s like drive in theaters, music, record players, fashion, etc. but, i would still have the fanfiction take place in the modern day.

this was a very fun post to make and i hope y'all like it! if anybody wants anything they want to see, please shoot me an ask! this is just scratching the surface.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #cherry valance #bob sheldon #60s #1960s

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enforcerrinzler · 2 months

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Tagged by @spaceandthedigitalfrontier and @evecolourshock (thank you both for tagging me!)

Muse Aesthetics: Rinzler

Bonus Tronzler

Tagging uhhh… pokes @riinzler with a stick (only if u want)

#tronzler also in there for fun because thinking about them healing and finding more about who they want to be makes me happy #(they still go by Rinzler though.. calling them tronzler for sake of differentiation)#tag game #Rp meme #ooc

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