#deli magazine

[taxi-davis]

May 24th 1947 by Witold Gordon

#shops #storefront #urban landscape #urban #city #deli #bakery #art #magazine #vintage #1940s #40's #grocery store #groceries #cat #nyc #the new yorker #bird cage #windows #city streets #apartments #salon #old new york

[cthulhusstepmom]

Evidence that Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is not what he seems-Lt. SR:

Soap smells like rain, it took a while to put it together because it's not Soap himself that emits the odor, it just follows him. It's less potent inside and when it's sunny outdoors but if you concentrate it's always there.

He has never been observed touching a gun or grenades without gloves. Almost every other explosive he handles with no regard for his own safety gloves.

HE EATS WEIRD SHIT. While he doesn't eat much of the food on offer from the cafe, he does eat consistently when outdoors, usually plants or flowers. Things he has eaten: dandelions(edible), garlic(edible), thistle(edible but he ate it with the thorns), foxglove(toxic, showed no adverse reaction), Several unidentified flowers and berries, grass(technically edible?) Etc.

Will sometimes refuse to enter a place before abruptly going in. The data is not consistent between different buildings or locations. Further research is required.

Sharp teeth.

Groups things in nonsensical ways. He will only fill a magazine with bullets that total a multiple of 7 or 3. The same for what weights he uses in the gym. When drawing or eating he sorts by 4s. He traded his room to get #13 (right next door, coincidence?).

Cameras will not focus on him, whether photo or video he is never in focus regardless of distance or conditions.

He has never once been in medical for more than half an hour, usually much less. Even though his hands have light burns on them almost constantly.

Dogs hate him. He seems ambivalent towards them and he's never been bit that Ive seen. Cats adore him as do birds.

John MacTavish does not blush. Not for lack of trying even when genuinely flustered or hot, his skin does not flush.

Ghost sets down the small notebook with a minute sound of frustration. The evidence is all there but looking at it, what does it really say? Other than that he's an obsessive creep. A series of quirks and coincidences compiled by a paranoid son of a bitch into a fucking stalker journal. But still, Simon can't help but feel like he's right and he'd be dead a million times over if he simply disregarded his intuition. Even if it is something batshit insane.

At this point however it seems that it'll drive him mad far before it yields any answers. After scouring what little resources were comprehensible on the internet he'd started growing out his hair, intent on tying it in knots to prevent charms. Leaving him with a problem he'd not encountered since he'd first donned the mask: unruly curls and balaclavas don't mix well at all. He'd also kept a piece of stale bread in his pocket for days as he'd read it was a repellent to- and he can't even believe he's considering it-fairies. It backfired, if anything Johnny had been more attached to him and even more touchy than usual. He'd left a small deli cup full of coffee creamer outside his door overnight and found it neatly placed upside down where he'd left it with not a drop left. Ghost chalked that up to some wise guy playing a joke or an exceptionally dextrous cat and firmly shut the door on any other possibilities in his mind. His next test had been a gift of clothing mixed with complements, he'd read that both were likely to drive away any Other. It hadn't been a very extravagant gift, a new pair of gloves and a gruff "well done Johnny" but at the time it had seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as Soap had gone white as a sheet(he can do that but he can't blush???) and scurried off. A quiet dread had filled his stomach the whole day until Soap turned up at dinner, a little quieter than usual but wearing his new gloves and eating more than usual(a scoop and a half of mashed potatoes with 4 packets of butter and 2 packets of sour cream as well as a cookie. The main course of spaghetti and meatballs went untouched though Gaz snapped it up before it could truly go to waste). Though when Ghost returned to his room late that night after trudging through hours of paperwork he found a pile of tiny, aromatic, pink flowers on the floor in front of his door and on top of them a shiny metal comb. Simon's tired brain hardly stopped to think of any of the dire warnings he'd found on forum posts and folklore sites alike, crouching and tenderly retrieving the piece from its bed of flora, careful not to crush any of the tiny blooms. Well... With all the knots in his hair-purposeful and otherwise-he's going to need a sturdy comb anyway.

#fae!soap #superstitious bastard!Ghost #little does Ghost know that Scottish fairies actually favor bread instead of being repelled by it #meanwhile the whole clothing trick would have totally worked if it weren't for the fact that Soap took as a courting gesture #also the idea of Ghost leaving out two ounces of hazelnut coffee creamer and Soap just feeling his heart beating out of his chest #but he doesnt want to be presumptuous so he waits until hes got absolute confirmation that Ghost wishes to court him #and he gives him gloves...so he can touch him and not be burned by the iron #Soap is simultaneously three steps ahead and six steps behind #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #fae!au #and to think i wanted to upload this to ao3 😑

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"Patti Smith on the biggest misconception about her...:

"The thing that bothered me the most was when I had to return to the public eye in ’95 or ’96 when my husband died. We lived a very simple lifestyle in a more reclusive way in which he was king of our domain. I don’t drive, I didn’t have much of an income, and without him, I had to find a way of making a living. Besides working in a bookstore, the only thing I knew how to do was to make records—or to write poetry, which isn’t going to help put your kids through school. But when I started doing interviews, people kept saying “Well, you didn’t do anything in the 80s,” and I just want to get Elvis Presley’s gun out and shoot the television out of their soul. How could you say that? The conceit of people, to think that if they’re not reading about you in a newspaper or magazine, then you’re not doing anything. I’m not a celebrity, I’m a worker. I’ve always worked. I was working before people read anything about me, and the day they stopped reading about me, I was doing even more work. And the idea that if you’re a mother, you’re not doing anything—it’s the hardest job there is, being a mother or father requires great sacrifice, discipline, selflessness, and to think that we weren’t doing anything while we were raising a son or daughter is appalling. It makes me understand why some human beings question their worth if they’re not making a huge amount of money or aren’t famous, and that’s not right. My mother worked at a soda fountain. She made the food and was a waitress and she was a really hard worker and a devoted worker. And her potato salad became famous! She wouldn’t get potato salad from the deli, she would get up at five o’clock in the morning and make it herself, and people would come from Camden or Philly to this little soda fountain in South Jersey because she had famous potato salad. She was proud of that, and when she would come home at night, completely wiped out and throwing her tip money on the table and counting it, one of her great prides was that people would come from far and wide for her potato salad. People would say, “Well, what did your mother do? She was a waitress?” She served the people, and she served in the way that she knew best." from Alan Light interview in Medium Thanks Thatericalpter.com

#Patti Smith #work #stories #Alan Light #Interview #Thatericalpter.com

[ilyluffy]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: hakkai accidentally shows people at a photo shoot what he was up to with you earlier that morning

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hakkai shiba x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: suggestive/crack {MDNI}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implied morning sex, scratch marks, you and hakkai embarrassing yourselves, but this is mostly just goofy

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k+

𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋. that’s why yuzuha was so helpful as a manager. she reminded him about business appointments and photoshoots but there was only so much that his sister could do.

yuzuha didn’t have as much information about hakkai’s personal life as she did his work schedule. honestly she prefers to keep it that way. as long as her younger brother was happy dating you then she had no issues. she regretted that a little when hakkai was getting ready for his most recent shoot for a fashion magazine.

he had shown up a little late, letting it slip his mind what time this was supposed to take place and instead opting to stay with you. yuzuha was exasperated but forgiving of the mistake. what occurred next was too embarrassing for even her to handle.

the makeup artist had asked hakkai to take off his shirt so she could not only start doing his makeup but changing him into the clothes for the shoot. yuzuha stood off to the side in the dressing room, not really paying attention. she was busy texting the magazine's editor and apologizing for the delay when the makeup artist gasped.

looking up with a raised eyebrow, she immediately spots the problem. hakkai, completely oblivious looks between the two women in confusion. “what? what is it?” he asks, a hint of concern on his face.

sighing, yuzuha’s palm connects with her face. she loved her brother dearly but sometimes he could be totally hopeless. taking a picture of the scene in front of her with her phone, yuzuha walks over to show hakkai his oversight.

hakkai cheeks heat up instantly as he stares down at yuzuha’s phone screen. it’s an image of the current state of his back. his defined muscles have red lines running along them. scratch marks that were so obviously left by his significant other. hakkai forgot to check for any evidence of his morning excursion with you before he left the house.

“let me guess. this is why you were so late” yuzuha gives him a little glare. hakkai looks away, wanting to see anything but his sister’s judgemental expression. eventually yuzuha groans and turns back to the makeup artist. “you can cover those up before the shoot, right?”.

thankfully the makeup artist assures the exhausted manager that it would be taken care of. satisfied, yuzuha gives hakkai one last shake of her head before stepping out of the room.

meanwhile you’re at home with no knowledge that hakkai is getting scolded because of you. that is until your phone starts buzzing. you pause changing the bed sheets, which ever so desperately needed a wash after this morning, to check to see who was contacting you. naive, you smile when you see yuzuha’s contact name.

what you assumed was that she was giving you an update on hakkai’s behalf about how his shoot was going. in a way she was but you can imagine the perplexed look on your face when you read her text. “what are you? a cat?”.

before you can reply, asking her what she was talking about, you get the same picture of hakkai’s back that she had shown to him earlier. it takes you a few minutes to register the scratches covering his skin. when you do your ears heat up. it would have been hot if it was a different person sending this to you but right now you knew you were in trouble.

“can you please try not to use my brother as a scratching post before he’s set to have pictures taken? it just makes more work for everyone else involved”.

you’re so flustered that you struggle to type back an apology. eventually you do manage to send an embarrassed sorry message back. as soon as it’s delivered you look down at your pile of messy bed sheets. yeah, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

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#apollo writes ✎ #hakkai shiba #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #hakkai shiba x reader #hakkai shiba smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Have you read this part of the book, Plant?! I'm screaming. Harry is recounting the Whole Foods pap walk as told to him by Meghan. The lies! Meghan sounds unhinged & like a pathological liar with this description lol At least, make the story believable, M🙄

In the actual pap photos, no one was around her or chasing her lol It looked like no one even knew who she was.

“Still, despite the mounting stress, the terrible pressure, we managed to protect our essential bond, never snapping at each other during those few days. As we came to the final hours of her visit, we were solid, happy, and Meg announced she wanted to make me a special goodbye lunch.There was nothing in my fridge, as usual. But there was a Whole Foods down the street. I gave her directions, the safest route, past the Palace guards, turn right, towards Kensington Palace Gardens, down to Kensington High Street, there’s a police barrier, take a right and you’ll see Whole Foods. It’s massive, you can’t miss it.I had an engagement but I’d be home soon.Baseball cap, jacket, head down, side gate. You’ll be fine, I promise.Two hours later, when I got home, I found her inconsolable. Sobbing. Shaking.What is it? What’s happened?She could barely get the story out.She’d dressed just as I’d advised, and she’d run happily, anonymously, up and down the supermarket aisles. But as she rode the escalator a man approached. Excuse me, do you know where the exit is?Oh, yes, I think it’s just up here to the left[…]”

“He whipped out his phone and followed her to the deli counter, snapping away while she looked at the turkey. F the turkey, she thought, hurrying to the checkouts. He followed her there too.She got into the queue. Before her were rows and rows of magazines and newspapers, and on all of them, under the most shocking and disgusting headlines…was her. The other customers noticed as well. They looked at the magazines, looked at her, and now they too pulled out their phones, like zombies.Meg caught two cashiers sharing a horrible smile. After paying for her groceries, she walked outside, straight into a group of four men with their iPhones aimed at her. She kept her head down, rushed up Kensington High Street. She was nearly home when a horse-drawn carriage came rolling out of Kensington Palace Gardens. Some sort of parade: the Palace gate was blocked. She was forced back along the main road, where the four men picked up the scent again, and chased her all the way to the main gate, screaming her name.”

That was wild. “The four men picked up the scent again…” good lord.

[elsewhereuniversity]

Was no one going to tell me how unsafe it is to take naps in the student lounge?? I was just trying to catch up on some sleep in between classes and now someone’s done all of my homework for me, proofread my next two papers, signed me up for a summer internship, and done my sudoku for me. I don’t even like sudoku! You know how much work I’m gonna have to put in to keep up with these kinds of high jinx?! I can’t be on the dean’s list! You know what happens to people on the dean’s list?? They go to cocktail parties with their professors. They discuss “the latest findings” and get published works in magazines! I’ve never met a single professor in the computer science department. The work just shows up at like three in the morning in my emails. I go to random classrooms at random times to keep up appearances. I’m not even sure this school has a computer science department let alone a staff to….staff it? If we start making waves this is all over for us! For me! I don’t own a tweed jacket and I hate small talk, do you really want me to have to eat off a deli platter and drink wine? I thought we were friends, you know? Looking out for each other and all. If I find out one of you has been ear marking my books and numbering my study cards, I will be the most peeved you’ve ever seen me. If I go on to graduate with honors you can bet your bottom dollar I will be the best alumni you have ever seen. That is to say, I will become the villain in this story.

#vignettes #student life

[jessybarnes]

Just A Taste

Title: Just A Taste

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,643

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, tongue fucking, kissing, crying, feelings of not being good enough, being held captive, out of character Steve, squirting, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: KINKMAS 2022

Day 1: Face Riding

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: Okay, so this was supposed to be posted on the 14th but because I received anon hate I decided to wait because I just wasn't feeling good about myself. I'm still not, but here this is anyway. I'm sorry it's bad. I know Steve is way out of character. Sorry, for my bad writing.

Steve opens the door to his cellar and heads down the stairs. His fingers wrap tightly around the key card as he exhales harshly through his nose. Today was stressful. Well, every day is, but today was even more so.

His shoes click methodically on the hard floor as he walks slowly toward your cell. The other ones are all empty except for two, but those women don't matter to him. Not in the way that you do.

You're...different.

From the day he saw you standing in line at the little deli he frequents, he was captivated by your beauty. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before in his life.

So beautiful, in fact, that he can't bring himself to use you the way he's used all of the other women he's captured. Every time he opens your cell door and sees those big, doe eyes of yours looking up at him, his stomach fills with butterflies.

Even on bad days like this, you bring a light to him that illuminates his darkness.

Steve can see you sitting cross-legged on the thin bed roll, a Cosmopolitan magazine open on your lap. You're chewing on your bottom lip, something he's noted as a habit of yours, and it makes arousal coil in his lower abdomen.

He raises the key card to unlock the door and slides it open. You look up and offer him a soft, nervous smile.

"H-Hi"

Steve smiles at the fear and innocence in your eyes. God, he loves the power he holds over you.

"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"

You look down at the magazine and move your gaze back to his. It really should disgust you that your attraction to your kidnapper outweighs your motivation to escape. There's no way he feels the same. At first, you'd thought that's why he hadn't harmed you, but now you're starting to think there's something else wrong with you.

You've been here for a long time now, and he still hasn't done what he said he do the first night he'd brought you here. Maybe you're not good enough for him now and he's just keeping you here as a prisoner because he's afraid you'll rat him out and ruin his whole operation.

Wow, I'm so undesirable not even the man who took me captive wants anything to do with me... how pathetic...

"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.

The sadness in your tone doesn't go unnoticed and Steve realizes it's a different kind of sad. Not the kind he's used to anyway. He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His knees pop as he crouches down, his fingers tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.

"Somethings wrong, and it isn't just because I've got you imprisoned in this room."

It isn't a question, but you know he means to ask what's bothering you. The lump in your throat rises and you're certain if you try and speak the dam inside you will break.

Your lower lip trembles and Steve brushes his thumb over it to keep it still. He watches as tears gather in your eyes and feels his heart constrict with another foreign feeling.

He's been angry before, but never this kind. This kind is new to him. This is a protective type of anger that makes his blood boil.

Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him as soft, quiet sobs shake your body. A deep scowl etches onto his features and even though he's the only one who's had any type of contact with you for the past two months, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd kill anyone who brought you harm.

...Oh...

That's when it dawns on him.

He's fallen for you.

Hard.

Your small voice breaks through your sobs and Steve wipes your tears away with his thumb as he looks down at you.

"Th-There's some...something wrong with m-me, isn't there?"

He shakes his head, "why would there be anything wrong with you? You're the least fucked up person in this house, Y/N."

You sniffle and adjust yourself so you're looking at him properly. He really is attractive, and you're so close to him. Close enough that you could just lean in and-

"Sweetheart?"

Your eyes fall to your lap along with your hands, the chain around your wrist jingling reminding you of where you're at. Maybe you do belong here if you're having sexual thoughts about your fucking abductor.

"Because," you sigh, "I've been in here for a long time and...and you've...well, you haven't...haven't um..."

You can't bring yourself to even say it, but Steve seems to get what you're trying to tell him. He tilts your chin back up again and for the first time in a long time, he actually looks sincere.

"You think because I haven't done to you what I've done to the others that you're not good enough?"

You nod and he swallows thickly. He's normally desensitized to seeing women cry, but with you, it's like someone's torn open a wound in the middle of his chest. He can't stand it and he can't help himself as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips into your warm, wet mouth. He kisses you fiercely, his arms holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you actually believe he wants this...wants you.

Steve pulls away and you search his eyes for a moment before speaking up.

"I...don't...I don't understand... how come-"

He shushes you with another kiss and taps your thigh so you'll get up. He stands with you and pulls a set of keys from his pocket, the same sincere expression still on his face.

"We'll talk more later, baby. Right now, I've gotta taste you, and I need you somewhere more comfortable for that."

The look of horror on your face catches him off guard, but he quickly recovers and shakes his head, his hands cupping your cheeks tenderly.

"Oh, angel, I didn't mean it like that. I promise I'm not going to harm one hair on that pretty, little head of yours."

He pulls you flush against him, one of his large hands sliding underneath the elastic band of your sweatpants.

"What I meant was," two of his fingers apply delicious pressure on your clit making your breath hitch, "I wanna taste this sweet, little cunt, Y/N."

Heat pools in your belly at his words, and you let yourself feel the way the pads of his fingers roll over your sensitive bud. He removes them just as quickly and you let out a little whine in protest.

"Don't be impatient," he admonishes and unlocks the cuff on your wrist.

Steve leads you out of the cell and down the long hallway. You come to a set of stairs and he climbs them, unlocking the door at the top with his key card before taking you through the main part of his house. His bedroom is cozy and neat, but you don't get a chance to really look at it because, in the next second, he's practically tearing your clothes off.

"So sweet...so pretty and innocent, baby. I bet your pussy tastes like heaven."

Steve lays down on the bed and tilts his head back so he can look at you. His cock tents his pants and your mouth waters at the thought of him fucking your throat.

"Come here, princess. Come sit on my face and let me taste you."

You climb over him, your knees just above each of his shoulders. He groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he looks up at your glistening pussy.

"Fucking soaked, baby."

He pulls you down and drags his tongue from your soaked hole to your hard clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Oh, fuck! Steve!"

He begins to devour you, switching from slipping his tongue inside your pussy and sucking on your sensitive nub. You start to rock your hips and whine when he holds you still.

Steve's insatiable.

He can't get enough of the way you taste, the way your dripping cunt clenches around his tongue every time he pushes it inside you. He's instantly addicted and he's determined to see how many times he can make you cum just from his mouth alone.

"Oh, my god! Fuck! Please!... Steve, I...it feels so fucking good, baby."

He lifts you up and looks up into your eyes, "ride my face, princess. Make yourself cum all over my fucking tongue."

You moan loudly and roll your hips, the sensation of his mouth on your pussy making you toss your head back in pleasure.

Your hands grip his hair and you move your cunt faster across his tongue, the spark of arousal now a full-blown inferno as you climb closer and closer to pure bliss.

Steve grips your ass and flicks his tongue faster, his name falling past your lips over and over in a desperate plea.

"Steve! Oh, God Steve! Please! Steve, you're so good...fuck, m'gonna cum you're so fucking good, baby!"

Your legs begin to shake and moments later the coil inside you snaps as you gush all over him. He growls possessively and takes everything you give him until you're too sensitive.

Steve rolls you over so you're on your back, his body caging you in.

"I'm gonna need you to do that again, baby."

Your eyes go wide, "Steve, I don't think that's possible. I'm too sensitive and-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off and kisses down your body, a smirk dancing across his lips, it's definitely possible, princess."

He kisses your clit and you suck in a sharp breath.

"And you're gonna give me as many as I want."

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[fugengulsen]

'The thing that bothered me the most was when I had to return to the public eye in ’95 or ’96 when my husband died. We lived a very simple lifestyle in a more reclusive way in which he was king of our domain. I don’t drive, I didn’t have much of an income, and without him, I had to find a way of making a living.

Besides working in a bookstore, the only thing I knew how to do was to make records—or to write poetry, which isn’t going to help put your kids through school.

But when I started doing interviews, people kept saying “Well, you didn’t do anything in the 80s,” and I just want to get Elvis Presley’s gun out and shoot the television out of their soul. How could you say that? The conceit of people, to think that if they’re not reading about you in a newspaper or magazine, then you’re not doing anything.

I’m not a celebrity, I’m a worker. I’ve always worked. I was working before people read anything about me, and the day they stopped reading about me, I was doing even more work.

And the idea that if you’re a mother, you’re not doing anything—it’s the hardest job there is, being a mother or father requires great sacrifice, discipline, selflessness, and to think that we weren’t doing anything while we were raising a son or daughter is appalling.

It makes me understand why some human beings question their worth if they’re not making a huge amount of money or aren’t famous, and that’s not right.

My mother worked at a soda fountain. She made the food and was a waitress and she was a really hard worker and a devoted worker. And her potato salad became famous! She wouldn’t get potato salad from the deli, she would get up at five o’clock in the morning and make it herself, and people would come from Camden or Philly to this little soda fountain in South Jersey because she had famous potato salad.

She was proud of that, and when she would come home at night, completely wiped out and throwing her tip money on the table and counting it, one of her great prides was that people would come from far and wide for her potato salad.

People would say, “Well, what did your mother do? She was a waitress?” She served the people, and she served in the way that she knew best.'

Patti Smith

Via Alan Light interview in Medium

Photo by Frank Stefanko

[whysodelirious08]

"The Nights Long, Sweetheart"

18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT! ITS ONLY SMUT!

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Male reader (no particular clique)

Summary: After an unexpected hard on at a graduation party, you escape to the bathroom only to get some help from Eddie Munson.

A/N: this isn't proofread lmao I just needed to write something. 😅 - Deli

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You didn't expect to be in the bathroom with Eddie "The Freak" Munson during your best friends graduating party. You were two years older than her and everyone she had gone to Hawkins High with as well as your mutual friends and Eddie's friend group were there. The house was packed and the music was loud yet you were worried that someone would hear you moaning like a pornstar.

Your jeans and boxers were at your ankles, having fallen from your thighs as you leaned against the sink counter, this gave the curly haired metal head below you room to explore with his hands. The sounds were ungodly; the slurping, his muffled groans, the almost gagging, your moans that were filling the room. The last thing you had expected was to get hard just because you were getting hot and heavy dancing with some jock type. When you walked into the bathroom you didn't expect to turn around to see Eddie Munson smoking next to the window and be caught having a hard on. You found yourself stuck between the freak and the jock, who was knocking in the door after seeing you rush off. You claimed you felt dizzy but were fine all while watching Eddie smirk. You were pretty well known, you didn't place yourself into any category but right now the category you wanted to be in was dead. God, you were so embarrassed.

The next thing you knew you were taking up Eddie's offer to help. You had watched as his eyes stayed on yours, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down along with your boxers to reveal your leaking cock, your breaths irratic at just the sight. His breaths against your tip had been enough to send you overboad. To say you were worked up was an understatement. All of a sudden his mouth was on your cock and your head was thrown back as the dirtiest sounds fill the room. You peeked back down to see his doe-like brown eyes meet yours.

"Fuck- I always knew you were a pretty boy under all that hair, Munson" you breathed out, moaning loudly as he suddenly but gently massaged your balls, the action was enough for your legs to become weak, sliding down a bit before you felt Eddie leave your cock wet and cold, twitching in his absence. He picked you up and set you on the counter, now being the taller one.

"What? Been watchin me or somethin, creep?" You heard him chuckle, leaning in dangerously close and you felt your heart flutter. You realised now just how beautiful he was. His lips. His eyes. His perfectly sculptured face. You had been denying the fact you liked men but this boy had wiped all that away in an instant. Was it possible to fall in love in a matter of moments? You swallowed hard, feeling a wave of embarrassment hit you.

"Can...I kiss you?" You whispered, your thoughts slipping out and it even caught you off guard. You found yourself stuttering to try and come up with a reason why you had said that but his lips met yours. It didn't take you long to know he was experienced, you felt sloppy in comparison but he didn't seem to complain. You cupped his face and pulled him back in when he went to move away, earning a light chuckle before he deepened the kiss. Your legs wrapped around his hips in a desperate act of getting closer to him, yelping in pleasure when Eddie's fingers stroked up to your tip, thumb rubbing over it to catch the pre-cum that leaked out. He pulled away and you opened your eyes in time to see him lick the liquid off his thumb, leaving you to stare in shock.

This boy was brave. Jesus, you hadn't seen anything hotter. Not even those magazines. You watched him lower and lick from your base to the tip before taking all of you again, his hot mouth a welcomed feeling. Your fingers were soon tangled in his hair, wanting to buck your hips but resisted the best you could, eyebrows knitted together as you tried your best to be quiet. You noticed his moans and glanced to see his ringed hand pumping his large cock, the sight was something to behold, your mind was starting to wander. How it felt to have him inside of you. How he would look if you were riding him. The thoughts only turned you on more, and you were pretty sure Eddie noticed. Your grip tightened and you felt yourself pressing your hips toward him.

"Eddie- I- I'm gunna..." You couldn't say it, interrupted by his quickening pace, you were crying out at this point, trying to pry him off your but his grip on your thighs tightened and you had no choice but to come into his mouth. You looked with horror as he swallowed all of you. Watching as he pulled away with the dirtiest smirk you had ever seen.

"What the hell?!-" You whispered, embarrassed but he pulled you into a kiss and you could taste the reminisce of you on his tongue, moaning softly into the kiss.

"What? D'ya like the taste of yourself that much?" He teased, lips moving to your neck before he helped you slide off the counter only for him to turn you around and make you face the mirror, watching as he pulled a condom out and put it on. Meeting your gaze in the mirror as he leaned down to your ear, not breaking the eye contact.

"What? Think we're done so soon? The nights long, Sweetheart" he almost purred.

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[yourslarry]

Hey, I don't know if this is anything but there is a Polish Deli and Coffee Shop in Hampstead London, so that might be why there are Polish magazines

Sam <3

yeah my group chat got too excited because we’re delulu as you can see 🤡😅

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photo by Frank Stefanko

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Patti Smith on the biggest misconception about her...

"The thing that bothered me the most was when I had to return to the public eye in ’95 or ’96 when my husband died. We lived a very simple lifestyle in a more reclusive way in which he was king of our domain. I don’t drive, I didn’t have much of an income, and without him, I had to find a way of making a living.

Besides working in a bookstore, the only thing I knew how to do was to make records—or to write poetry, which isn’t going to help put your kids through school.

But when I started doing interviews, people kept saying “Well, you didn’t do anything in the 80s,” and I just want to get Elvis Presley’s gun out and shoot the television out of their soul. How could you say that? The conceit of people, to think that if they’re not reading about you in a newspaper or magazine, then you’re not doing anything.

I’m not a celebrity, I’m a worker. I’ve always worked. I was working before people read anything about me, and the day they stopped reading about me, I was doing even more work.

And the idea that if you’re a mother, you’re not doing anything—it’s the hardest job there is, being a mother or father requires great sacrifice, discipline, selflessness, and to think that we weren’t doing anything while we were raising a son or daughter is appalling.

It makes me understand why some human beings question their worth if they’re not making a huge amount of money or aren’t famous, and that’s not right.

My mother worked at a soda fountain. She made the food and was a waitress and she was a really hard worker and a devoted worker. And her potato salad became famous! She wouldn’t get potato salad from the deli, she would get up at five o’clock in the morning and make it herself, and people would come from Camden or Philly to this little soda fountain in South Jersey because she had famous potato salad.

She was proud of that, and when she would come home at night, completely wiped out and throwing her tip money on the table and counting it, one of her great prides was that people would come from far and wide for her potato salad.

People would say, “Well, what did your mother do? She was a waitress?” She served the people, and she served in the way that she knew best."

Via Alan Light interview in Medium

Thanks Thatericalpter.com

#Alan Light #Patti Smith #work #quotes #articles #music #people

[chernobog13]

The Monster Times #20 (March, 1973).

This newspaper was an essential part of my life as a monster fan (although I'm sure me sainted parents would argue otherwise).

Living where I did, there were very few bookstores or magazine stands, and those generally required a car ride to get to (public transportation? HAH!).

However, I was lucky enough to chance upon an issue of TMT one Sunday while at the local deli (only a mile away; about 5-10 minutes by bike). The deli only carried a few newspapers and magazines, and absolutely no comics, but it was the only place I ever found that sold TMT.

I was absolutely enchanted by this newspaper, as it fed my hunger for any and all information about monster movies, Star Trek, and related subjects. I always kept my eyes open for a new issue during my weekly visits to the deli (usually to buy the Sunday papers and a carton of smokes for me ma). Magazine distribution being what is was back then, especially out in the sticks, meant that it was guaranteed that not every issue would arrive. And, unfortunately, the mere pittance I made as an allowance would not cover my comic book purchases and a subscription to TMT, much less order back issues I was missing.

None of the issues I had survived repeated readings (the paper was not even as good as that used by regular newspapers), the Long Island humidity (we never had air conditioning), or my demonic younger brothers. I have since, in me later years, slowly been rebuilding my collection from purchases off of eBay and other outlets. I hope to complete it soon, because there were a lot more issues I never owned/read than those that I did.

#The Monster Times #Star Trek #Captain James T. Kirk #Mr. Spock #20 Million Miles To Earth #the ymir

[catindabag]

TBOSAS AU ✨CRACK! TAKE✨: The 10th HG Mentors According to Drunk Dean Highbottom. (Part 3)

⭐️❄️⭐️

Thank you for reaching part three of this TBOSAS Crack!AU, but I’ll still advise the new readers to read part one for context, but here are all the parts anyway: [1] [2] [4]

⭐️MENTORS⭐️

Hilarious Evans Bee (Hilarius Heavensbee)

Who names their own kid hilarious?!🤣

You’re gonna get bullied forever.

Your father is weird and creepy AF.

To be honest, I don’t want your parents anywhere near my school.

Your family is rich, but thankfully not Mama Cardew money rich.

By the way, what does your family even do for a living?🧐

And don’t tell me again that your ancestors only got filthy rich by selling a certain powdery substance that I can’t legally name.

Doesn’t understand how money works.

Thinks he’s part of the cool kids club.

Likes talking to garbage boy.

Has delinquent tendencies.

Your mother acts like a living & breathing CCTV.

Likes to buy banned films that were produced centuries ago.

Stop bringing your freaky chihuahua to school!

Currently on his “legally blonde” era.

Feels oppressed by his strict but super creepy family all the time.

You suck at playing Capitol Monopoly.

I might give you a demerit for that reason alone.😂

Doesn’t know what a deadline is.😩

By the way, your mother gave me a weird looking cake as a “compensation” gift.

Gave his own father a restraining order to never approach any of his classmates, especially the pretty boys (Crassus & Philip) and girls (Cannibal & Clam Asia) for some reason.😰

Tell your freaking father to never flirt with my former boyfriend (Crassus) again!😡

Is ready to commit arson, than attend a family gathering.

Will NEVER win the Hunger Games. Rather, he will destroy the Arena, taking down everyone with him, just to piss off his family.

Acne Crane (Arachne Crane)

Is loud, boisterous, and obnoxious AF.

Can gossip about anything and everything.

Used to be the “Sandwich Queen” of Panem.

Tried to steal my super secret blueberry tart recipe.

Hates doing her own homework.

Hates the Plinth boy for stealing her “sandwich” title.

Hates how Crassus and Philip were considered prettier than her.

Bullies “Chemistry Girl” for being a nerd.

Blackmailed half of the class to do her essay assignments.

Is manipulative, but stupid.

A certain infamous family ate her maid.

Hates “Cannibal Girl” for some specific reason.🧐

Accidentally gave me money for looking like a homeless bum. I was drunk!

Stop throwing me your worthless coins! I’m the freaking Dean of the school!😫

Her older brother is very likable, but unfortunately, he is not the favorite child of the family.

Your family only got rich by owning the largest “Airbnb” chain in all of Panem.

Most of her family members are a bunch of “all year round vacationers.”

Bribed her own mother not to attend The Academy’s annual PTA meeting.

Her family’s mansion looks more like a luxurious hotel.

Knows how to balance a spoon on her nose.

Will NEVER win the Hunger Games. I just have a feeling that someone might incapacitate her before going to the Arena.

Bias Green (Gaius Breen)

Does not know his left from his right.

Sucks at directions.

Is the true ✨Class Clown✨.

The Citadel Brat of Panem.

Very friendly & extremely likable.

Green is not his favorite color.☹️

Gave me a can of lima beans for my birthday.

Has a feral pet raccoon.

Likes to adopt stray dogs for some reason.

Is not allowed to drive a car.

Your mama owns the Capitol Zoo.

Tell your mama to fix and renovate that damn zoo already!

No offense, but your family’s mansion looks more like a jungle.

Does not know how to ride a bike.

Smuggled illegal sexy magazines into my office as a dare. Almost got me fired.😡🔪

Has no enemies except for me and that rabid squirrel that once ate his pop tarts.

Stole my driver’s car keys and tossed them in the school fountain to delay me from going home to check his assignments.

Seriously, stop stealing my car keys!!😫

Is a certified delinquent.

Knows the password to Dr. Gaul’s personal computer by accident.

Might be immune to rabies.

Accidental winner of The Academy’s ✨Mr. Congeniality✨ title.

Will only win the Hunger Games if his jokes can make everyone else cringe to death.

You Know Flips (Juno Phipps)

She’ll use her family lineage to get away with murder.

The ✨Queen✨ of Nepo babies.

Your family is powerful and secretive AF.

Haven’t you heard? She’s a member of a founding family of the Capitol.🙄💅

Acts like royalty, but is practically royalty.

Spoiled and entitled AF, and everyone knows it.

Seriously, stop using your family name to get out of detention!😠

And don’t ever steal and dye my favorite winter coat hot pink again!

Owns 10 dogs, 15 cats, 30 rabbits, 70 well-trained horses, and 100 hummingbirds for no reason.

Gave me a gigantic horse as an “apology” gift.

Also, tell your himbo of a father that he can’t bring 200 living turkeys (again) at our next PTA meeting as a sign of peace and prosperity.

Reasonably unreasonable.

Your family’s mansion looks more like a medieval castle.

Is part of my Mean Girls List.

Is obsessed with fashion.

Knows every seasonal fashion trend ever.

Yes, I know. The Hunger Games will cease to exist if you ever got reaped as a Tribute, ‘cuz your “noble” family will burn Panem to the ground if that ever happened.

Iffy Genial Most (Iphigenia Moss)

Your parents gave you a cursed name.

Looks skeletal AF.

Likes to give away her food for free.

But seriously, don’t force feed your classmates to death.

You’re a living choking hazard.

Might have stolen my precious pet goldfish out of spite.

Has severe “daddy issues” too.

Doesn’t know how to cook to save her life.

By the way, why didn’t you invite me to your “All You Can Eat” birthday party?!��

Embezzled the class funds for makeup.

Might be another juvenile criminal.

Very very sneaky.

Likes to buy expensive lipsticks.

Your family literally controls the food industry.

So why are my freaking groceries still expensive AF?!

Your big ass house looks more like a grocery store.

Honestly, I might just do my groceries at your place.

Also, I’ve heard that you gave a certain student a truck load of cabbages last year.

Can stab someone with her eyeliner.

Manipulative AF.

Is on her “Good Girl” era.

Will NEVER win the Hunger Games. Just look at her! She’s thin as a stick!

Insomnia Sicko? Insignia Sicko? (Vipsania Sickle)

A true “Gym Gal.”

Your favorite aunt works for me!

Is competitive AF.

Is a certified gym bro and athlete.

Can easily throw people like a sack of potatoes.

Your family own the largest gym in the Capitol.

Your father can crush anyone with his left thumb. I’ve seen him do it before.

Your mama is also muscular AF.

By the way, stop leaving your stupid dumbbells on my desk! I can’t f*ckin’ lift them!😫🔪

Loves to party and drink posca after school.

Will challenge you to a dance battle.

High survival rate.

Can crush a grown man’s head with a book.

Is sometimes mean to me.☹️

Smiles like a scheming cat with a knife.

Will most likely and literally backstab people to death.

Can and will blackmail anyone to buy her those expensive energy drinks.

Loves to eat strawberry waffles.

Likes to win in everything and anything.

Cannot be easily trusted.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games through sheer will and brute force.

#tbosas #crack post #coriolanus snow #president snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #suzanne collins #thg fandom #thg #thg fic #thg fanfiction #crack treated seriously #crack ship #thg series #hilarius heavensbee #arachne crane #casca highbottom #dean highbottom #crassus snow #snowjanus #snowplinth #crack #crack fic #tbosas incorrect quotes #thg incorrect quotes

[juniperpomegranate]

seven sentence sunday: share 7 sentences of a wip to help get the writing motivation going

I got tagged by @flownwrong!

“No,” Blondie said, snatching the magazine. “But he’s prettier than Garth Brooks, so I might pick up a CD!” She dug a buck out of her purse and she and her girlfriend walked off, the magazine tucked into her purse.

Ray pretended to scan the shelves for another couple of minutes, and then he moved on.

He picked up a copy of that same magazine at the little deli across the street from his latest stakeout—three miles from the precinct, closer to eight from his apartment—and tucked it into his jacket. He could look at it later.

Gonna tag @exuberantocean, @eaion, @spacetimeconundrum, uhhhh anybody who wants to do this

[up-to-some-good]

On a Mission

Written for the @jilymicrofics prompt: January 20th - umbrella

James had stolen Remus's umbrella for this exact purpose. Remus didn't mind. Or at least, what he hasn't noticed couldn't hurt him. James was going to return the umbrella. Probably. Maybe. Remus wouldn't notice, not with the war and Sirius moving out and everything else he was dealing with. He didn't need an umbrella anyway. He could apparate.

James couldn't apparate. He was on a mission which he couldn't use magic for, so really he needed the umbrella more that Moony did anyway. It has been incredibly stormy lately and James was just well-prepared, having stolen the umbrella in advance of the mission.

He had known it was coming. Lily had been getting grouchier since she'd been put on bedrest for the remainder of her pregnancy, no longer even allowed to brew potions for the Order. James knew that soon, he would be sent out for a very important mission - without his beautiful wife.

The deli was hidden in an alleyway. From the outside, it looked like the perfect place for an ambush, but inside told a different story. The whole store was lit up with warm lights and decorated with bright colours. It was run by an old Italian muggle who lived above the storefront and who treated her regulars like family. They didn't know James well yet, but there was still a coffee waiting for him on the counter when he had dropped his umbrella by the door.

The owner's granddaughter was working the counter tonight. She smiled at James as he placed his usual order - two sandwiches, one with mortadella, provolone, and artichokes, and one vegetarian with artichokes, provolone, and peppers - and prepared his takeaway while he sipped his coffee and prepared for his walk back through the rain.

Finally he returned to the cottage in Godric's Hollow, drenched and triumphant. He snuck up the stairs to find Lily asleep in their bed, a magazine discarded on her nightstand.

He woke her with a gentle kiss to her forehead. She grumbled a little before tilting her head for another kiss, smiling against his mouth.

"I got you a surprise," he whispered, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere.

She hummed in response, barely opening her eyes.

"You're gonna have to sit up, my love, otherwise you'll get crumbs all over the bed."

Slowly she scooched up while James got in on his own side, pressing up comfortably against her side. When they were settled, he pulled out her sandwich and handed it to her, grinning at her delighted gasp.

"You got me my favourite!" she said. "I didn't even know they were open at this time!"

"I got there right before closing," he responded.

"You didn't have to do this, James," she said quietly. "I know it's a bit of a walk and you can't apparate there. I didn't need this."

"You've had a shitty week," James said. "I want you to be happy and you deserve a treat. I know I didn't have to do this, but I wanted to, because I love you."

Lily pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too. Thank you."

#james potter #lily potter #jily fluff #jily #jple #jilymicrofics #suspiciously linked to my wolfstar microfic #james potter loves his wife #just so much #also italian deli sandwiches are fucking fantastic