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harrywavycurly · 3 days

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Does Steven get the inside scoop on all the gossip about Sugar Daddy!Eddie? He’s such a good friend to us 🥰

Hiii babes!! Oh he 1000% gets the scoop on what’s going on between you and Eddie, I’ll give you a little conversation between the two of you! I hope you enjoy, also yes Steve is literally the best I love him🥹💖

-Find all things What You Deserve here✨

“So…how’s it going with your new daddy?” “Steven!” “Ouch no need to hit me…does he know you have a violent streak? Have you hit him yet?” “I do not have a violent streak you’re just annoying.” “Whatever….but really how’s it going? I’ve watched him drop you off and pick you up from this shit hole all week…so that must mean things are good?” “Yeah he’s giving me rides to and from work until he’s finished fixing Dave.” “He’s fixing Dave? Why? I thought he was like way past the point of saving?” “He’s fixing him because…well…I asked him to as part of our agreement…I said he had to fix Dave for me.” “You told him to fix Dave?…why wouldn’t you just let him buy you a new car?” “I can’t ask him for a new car Steven that’s rude.” “Rude? He’s your sugar daddy he is literally there to buy you shit…and you’re just asking for him to fix up your old car and buy you iced coffee? He could be doing so much more for you.” “It’s been like ten days I can’t just ask for things that quickly…it’ll make me look-” “Make you look what?” “Needy or…like greedy? I don’t know I’m just not…ready to ask him to buy me something yet…especially a new car when you know how I feel about Dave.” “At least tell me you let him pay for your dinner last Friday? Because if you tell me you spilt the bill I’m going to fire you as his sugar baby and take over the job myself so he can feel like a real sugar daddy.” “Do you want to be his sugar baby?” “Don’t ignore the question…” “well yeah he paid…it was a date so of course I let him pay.” “It was a date? So you two are dating?” “Uh well…I think so? He asked if he could call me…uhm…his.” “His what?” “Just…his.” “Oh like…he asked if he could call you mine? That’s how it was worded?” “Exactly…and I said sure and he also might’ve said I could call him my uhm…boyfriend if…I wanted to.” “Wait wait wait…you can call him your boyfriend?” “If I want….yeah.” “Do you want to call him your boyfriend?” “Maybe…in the future?” “Have you two…done…anything…ya know…uhm scandalous?” “We’ve held hands.” “And?” “And it was nice?” “You haven’t kissed?” “No and that’s the thing…I’m not sure how to bring that up to him? Because I know how uhm…most…of these situations work and so far…he hasn’t made any moves on me.” “That’s because he’s a gentleman…and you’re used to assholes.” “That’s…true but still isn’t it odd?” “Just talk to him about it? I’m sure if you want him to start uh…making moves on you he will.” “I don’t want to make him feel weird or anything.” “Listen…Eddie isn’t like most guys…he’s respectful and I’m sure if you just ask him about how he wants you to return the favor when he…spends money on you…he will explain it and from there you can tell him what you’re comparable with and what’s totally off the table.” “Yeah…I guess it’s just a conversation that’s no matter what is going to be awkward so might as well get it over with.” “Exactly…but can you do me a favor?” “I’m not asking him to buy you anything.” “Oh come on…I’m the one who set you two up I deserve something…preferably something that tells the time and comes in a box that says Rolex but…I’m not picky.” “You know Rolex doesn’t make a digital watch right?” “I know how to read a clock…I got the time wrong one time and you’ll never let me forget it will you?” “Nope.”

#sugar convos #eddie munson fanfiction #what you deserve series #eddie munson fluff #sugar daddy!eddie #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #bff!steve #my little dungeon master baby #my little fluffy haired baby #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au

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pascalssbabyy · 15 hours

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Desire

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: How are you supposed to keep your hands to yourself when Frankie’s looking so good? The answer is, you can't.

Warning: 18+ SMUT mdni, no use of Y/N, no age specified, Frankie in just a towel, praise kink, softdom!Frankie, but also sub!Frankie?, softdom!Reader, pet names, dirty talk, m!oral, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, Frankie has a big dick, anal fingering, fingering (female received), not much description of the Reader, but she has hair that can be pulled.

A/N: So, remember when I said I wasn't going to be doing any writing whilst I was on holiday? Yeah…I couldn’t stop myself and ended up creating this. I haven’t yet written anything like this before 🍑 so I hope it turned out okay! I’d love to hear all your thoughts!

Thank you to the sweet @schnarfer for her constant support and for proofreading this for me!💕 I also wanted to give a shoutout to the amazing @luxurychristmaspudding 🥰 After reading her newest fic ‘watch’ she put me in such a creative mood and this probably wouldn't have been made if it wasn't for her 🫢

You listen with patience, holding off your burning desire.

He's so close, his body naked and fresh, rinsing the stressful day away as he stands under the shower head, scrubbing at his skin and sighing contently to himself, his taught muscles loosening, easing up.

The bathroom you share is surrounded by steam, thick and heavy. You remain seated at the edge of the bed, forbearing, facing in the direction of the bathroom door, anticipating the moment the water finally gets shut off, the pull of a shower curtain, wet feet hitting tiled flooring.

You take a peek, you're so desperate for it, leaning on the palms of your hands to get a better view. The doors slightly agar and Frankie eventually comes into view, revealing a glimpse of his sun-drenched back, slightly red from the heat of the shower, glistening with droplets of water running down his shoulders and the dip of his spine, the hairs at the nape of his neck drenched, curling at the ends.

You admire his well-built physique, his height overpowering and muscles flexing when he wipes the condensation off the mirror, his back so broad and wide. Your mouth quickly starts to salivate at the sight.

He stands by the sink, calm and composed, a white towel wrapped securely around his waist, hands threading through his hair, slicking his curls back and away from his face. Your stare lowers to his soft, biteable tummy, a scattering of delicate hairs spotted just above the towel.

Frankie remains oblivious to your lascivious gaze, and with his large and skilful fingers, he pulls the towel from around his waist, bringing it up to dry his hair, rubbing the towel across his damp locks.

You whimper, stare firmly fixed on his cock, resting soft between his thighs. Temptation gets the better of you, spreading your legs open and dragging your fingers across your skin and under the waistband of your underwear, sliding the digits through your growing arousal.

Desire rips at your self-restraint and fully takes over. Your pussy screams out for pleasure, skin overheating and tingling. It aches, and it's a throb you know only Frankie can soothe.

With a gentle push the door opens, the steam fogging the walls now dispersing. You reach out to him, closing the distance between you both, stretching out your hands along the expansion of his shoulders and down his ribs, wrapping your arms around him, your clothed-covered breasts pressing into his sticky skin.

“You look so good Frankie,” you sigh, cheek nuzzled up against his warmth. “So pretty…all naked and wet like this.”

He chuckles at that, and the sound affects you more than it should.

So with lips close to his ear you simply whisper.

“Turn around Frankie.”

Frankie obliges, his back now flushed up against the sink, hands resting on the edge. You peer down at his cock, tongue peeking out to moisten your lips. His length’s still a little soft, but you know that won't be for long.

“How do you expect me to keep my hands to myself when you tease me like this? The things you do to me, Frankie. The things I want to do for you.”

Frankie follows your stare, his cock hardening from your lascivious gaze. “And what is it you want to do to me hermosa? Go on, say it.”

Your fingers skim across the hairs at the base of his cock, slipping lower. “Let me suck your cock baby. Want it so bad.”

Frankie's breath hitches.

You wait a moment, filling the air with your need, stare fixed on his features, seductive.

“Will you let me Frankie?”

He nods. “Yes cariño…” he whispers. “Fuck, yes you can.”

Knees drop to the bathroom floor, hands brushing down his chest and stomach and lightly touching his length. Frankie shudders above you, eyeing you intensely. You flick his slit with the tip of your tongue, repeating it until his cock sits fully erect and large in the palm of your hand, fingers only just wrapping around the size of him.

“Mmm, you're so fucking big Frankie.”

You lick the underside of him, tracing the veins that cover his thickness. He twitches in your hand, already becoming so responsive and sensitive to the heat of your mouth.

“I love this…” you hum, lips hovering over his bulbous head. “Love having your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck querida,” Frankie moans, thrusting his hips forward to shove more of his cock inside your awaiting mouth. “S-shit—”

“Wanna fuck my mouth, Frankie? You gonna make me choke on it?”

His grip is fervent and strong beside him, holding back, the veins following up his arms bulging, his chest lifting vigorously.

“Tell me, baby. How much do you like having your cock in my mouth?”

“Christ—” he grits, hand now tugging on the back of your head, fingers lacing through your knotted hair. “Yes, I love it. Your mouth…fuck it's incredible. S-so good.”

You swallow as much of him as you can, mouth barely able to take all of him and jaw straining. Saliva slips from the corners of your open mouth and drools down your chin, cheeks blushed and lashes wet, Frankie’s cock hitting the back of your throat causing your muscles to contract.

“Not so chatty now are you querida,” Frankie plays, keeping your face flushed and head still, your hands gripping the top of his thighs. “This cocks shuts this pretty little mouth up real quick, huh?”

You nod up to him the best you can, maintaining his stare, your vision blurred. Frankie smirks at your attempt for obedience, cupping your wet chin.

“You filthy girl.”

His cock leaves your mouth in an absurd gasp. Your throat starts to feel numb and sore, empty lungs frantic for air, your hand continuing at a steady pace and stroking him.

With bold actions, Frankie watches you suck your index finger into your mouth. It slides from your lips wet and glistening before you trace your fingers over his hips and back towards the curve of his ass, moving in closer.

“Spread your legs for me Frankie.”

You notice the signs of confusion that gradually take over his features; his furrowed eyebrows and his quivering lip, his unyielding control plummeting. But Frankie does it anyway, widening his stance and waiting. Preparing himself.

His peach fuzz tickles your skin, gently prodding the end of your finger between the crevice of his ass cheeks, feeling him pull away slightly.

“H-hermosa,” he stutters, “what—”

“What do y’think Frankie?” You ask softly. “Can I keep going? Will you let me?”

Frankie's hesitant for a moment, his eyes betraying his apprehension as the two of you delve into something different, something new. Sure, you both had spoken about this before, to which Frankie had boldly agreed, but right now, you can sense his nerves.

You give him some time to gather his thoughts and emotions, kissing the skin on his stomach, giving him that reassurance he needs.

And after a few moments of silence, Frankie takes a deep breath and nods.

“Need you to say it, Frankie. Is this okay?”

Frankie inhales, “yes, it's okay.”

You hold his cheeks apart, steadily rubbing his tight ring of muscle, repeating the motion and watching his body flinch slightly above you before slowly pushing just the tip of your finger past his hole, scanning his face for any discomfort.

“I’ll go slow,” you comfort him. “There's no rush here baby. Just wanna make you feel good.”

Frankie slows his breathing, and when you don't see any uncertainty you push forward, inching your finger inside him until your knuckles deep, feeling him tense and pulse around your finger.

And shit, it even shocks you with how much you're enjoying this already.

“Fuck Frankie,” you admire. “You're so tight.”

Once you feel him relax, you curl your finger in a downwards gesture, massaging his g-spot and Frankie gasps out. His cock twitches in the palm of your hand, his body responsive. He reaches out for you, clutching you by the back of your neck.

“Fuck—” Frankie whimpers, fingernails digging imprints into your shoulder. “Hermosa—”

You still your movements, gauging his reaction. “Good Frankie? You like it? D’you want me to stop?”

He shakes his head. “No cariño, don’t stop. It's just…i-it's new. But it ain't bad.”

You release the breath you hadn't noticed you'd been holding, continuing your actions as you suck his cock with fervour and curl your digit. His tip turns a deep red colour and seeps, quickly catching the come that oozes from his slit with your tongue, completely drinking all of him in.

“Fuck me—” Frankie groans, “s’good. So fucking good.”

You curl your finger deeper, changing the angle of your thrusts which Frankie seems to like, crying out your name in desperate whines.

“I am fucking you Frankie,” you tease. “Fucking you like you deserve, taking it so well.”

His balls tighten as you cup him, the muscles in his abdomen compressing. You fixate your gaze on him, staring as his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs wide open.

“K-keep going cariño,” he moans, breathing heavily through his nostrils. “Fuck I’m gonna come. Y’gonna make me come.”

Your stomach flutters, not stopping. “Coming so soon Frankie?” You flirt, quickening your strokes. “You’re loving this, aren't you? Doing so well. Being such a good boy for me.”

It's all so overwhelming. Frankie turns into a puddle in the palm of your hands, nearing his edge and completely falling apart.

“Come Frankie. Fuck, please come.”

“Fuck yes, that's it. Holy shit—”

Frankie's voice grows louder until it cuts off altogether, spurts of his come landing on the surface of your tongue and the back of your throat, your mouth never missing a single drop as you relish in the way he cries out, his chest heaving and eyes glued shut.

You open your mouth to him, giving him a peek and showing him his release before you swallow him, moaning at the saltiness.

You withdraw your hands from his spent cock, slowly removing your finger from his tight hole as it throbs around your digit. You raise to your knees, suddenly feeling a harsh ache in them, but you ignore it anyway, kissing Frankie on his chest.

“Christ hermosa—” Frankie sighs, his words now as much breath as sound. “That. That was…”

“I know baby,” you cut in, smiling up at him. “We’re definitely going to be doing that again if that's the reaction I get.”

Frankie rolls his eyes at you and sneers, just before they cloud with darkness, trailing his fingers down and sliding them under your underwear, cupping your neglected sex.

“Fuck Frankie…” you pant, clawing at his shoulders, “what are you—“

He grunts against your open mouth, calloused fingers toying with your clit. “I think someone enjoyed that a little bit more than me. You're soaking wet querida.”

He nibbles and sucks on your neck, marking you, tracing his teeth down and over your collarbone. You can feel his cock harden and push into your stomach, Frankie's hips thrusting for friction.

“Cariño, you think we’re done after that? We’re only just getting started.”

Frankie detaches his fingers from your cunt and you cry out from the sudden loss. He quickly sweeps you off your feet, taking you into your shared bedroom.

Yeah, this was going to be a long night.

#pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal drabble #frankie morales drabble #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales smut #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro

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loveyourownsmiilee · 2 days

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Hello :) I’m not used to asking questions on here but I’m just curious and I coupdn’t stop myself. How do you think they can turn this whole season the way so it has nothing to do with Buddie. Because since the first episode of season 7 they’ve been writing their lines with kind of a deeper meaning, in a way that can be understood like a foreshadowing in them going canon (like the whole jealousy plot where Buck is still so obviously confused to what/who he wanted, Tommy’s „MY attention?”, the coming out scene when Buck says he’s relieved and he looks anything but). I have my clown shoes on and I don’t see how they can end this season without giving us a hint at Buddie (my guess is Buck will have some kind of feelings realisation about Eddie) but knowing what they did to couch theory and other times where they crushed shippers hopes showing only their friendship and nothing more I’m trying to brace myself for another dissapointment. Like, we are all just so sure about Buddie, but what if the writers throw another curveball at us? And what could that curveball possibly be? Anyways, hope you have a nice day! 😊

Hello! Thank you for taking the time to send me a question! I’m always happy to answer 🥰

Here’s the thing, the last two seasons were all weird bc we had another show runner who point blank made it clear she wasn’t on board with Buddie being romantic in any way. She legit called that will reveal scene platonic and said it’s normal for best friends bc her mother and her female best friend did the same thing. She was allergic to queer people. We have the return of show runner who was the original show runner. He was always pro Buddie even if he never point blank said so. This man killed off Shannon bc he knew the fans were angry with her for leaving her child. He liked a tweet that said Shannon was Eddie’s beard. He’s been proactively and consistently sharing Buddie content before the season even started. Also talking about how much he enjoys Buck and Eddie’a dynamic and is going to try to hit that in every episode. The first episode was very much a reintroduction and what did they do? They showed Buck, Eddie, and Christopher as a whole ass family unit. They made it clear to everyone tuning in that those three are a family together.

Now I think the reason Eddie is soooo heavily intertwined with Buck’s scenes is bc it’s intentional. I also am under the impression, as I’ve said many times recently, that Tim not only spoke to Oliver earlier in the season about his plans, but also Ryan. There’s a deliberate reason as to why Oliver and Ryan are actively promoting this season together. I will die on this hill that Ryan is fully aware. And we had that confirmed when Lou pretty much said it was originally supposed to be Tommy and Eddie but things didn’t work out. So what that actually tells me is that Tim has plans to make BOTH Buck and Eddie queer. And he’s going with Buck first but will eventually get to Eddie. They already planted massive seeds in 7.05 by bringing up religious guilt and all that talk about Eddie’s Catholicism. It’s happening and that is a far better way to tell Eddie’s story than him being kissed by a man randomly. So I just, idk even with this new interest in Buck and Tommy, I truly don’t think it’s something that will divert the writers and show runner from their original plans, I should hope not. They can’t dismiss 6 years of development for a new love interest especially when said love interest is a literal copy of Eddie. So I don’t think they’ll switch gears and I think we’re on the same page as to what is coming up for them. Literally the fact that they made Buck bi confirms to me that Buddie is inevitable.

#juju answers #sopphiex #buddie #tommy kinard #911 speculation

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silenzahra · 21 hours

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Who’s your favourite character and why is it Luigi.

(Only correct answer, too bad so sad.)

Oooohhh I'm glad you asked me this question!!! 😁😁😁 I could totally share a lecture on why Luigi is the best character to ever exist, sooooo... I hope you realize that you've awaken the beast 😂😂😂

I don't like Luigi only because he's cute. He is cute, anyone who looks at him can see that, and I love it indeed, but my love for him goes beyond. He's also a kind and gentle person, always willing to help the others, and he's extremely sweet, especially with his loved ones (his bro, his bestie and his partner/s).

He's very supportive: if you ever need some self-confidence or a little push to encourage you to take the step of doing something, he's definitely gonna be there to show how he believes in you and to cheer on you during the process! 💪

He also has great emotional intelligence. That's something @kelbreyworshipper talked about on this post, and I honestly couldn't agree more. I love how he's always there to listen to his loved ones and offer the emotional support they need when they're feeling down, and this is something that's also seen in the movie. I love that side of him because it shows that emotions are very important for him and that he's never going to invalidate yours.

Also, he's so clumsy and anxious that he's very relatable to me! I'm clumsiness personified, and I've been living with anxiety for way too many years now, so I totally get how he feels. And, not gonna lie, it's kind of a relief to see there's more people out there who's going through the same stuff as me, especially being a very famous and loved character as Luigi. Makes me see that I'm not alone and that I'm not hard to love, and that I deserve to be loved just the way I am, like him 🥰

And also: social anxiety. Yikes, I get that too, as well as Luigi, so, again, another thing that makes him relatable! You see how awkward he gets in this post by @jell-o101? That, actually, is me 😅 And he can be so silly as well, like we saw in the movie. I'll never forget the phone scene with Spike 🤭

He's also very soft, for he gets emotional very easily, and is not ashamed to cry or to show his feelings in any way he can. That, I believe, is one of his biggest strengths, for not everyone is able to show themselves being vulnerable, or sad, or scared, and he has no shame nor regret to do so! I personally believe that's quite admirable!

And, of course, he's also strong in other ways! When he loves, he loves so hard and deeply that he'd do literally anything to keep his beloved ones safe and sound, and also happy and taken care of. Luigi is the kind of man that will be by your side in your lowest moments, but will also make sure to defend and protect you when needed. And it doesn't mean he doesn't believe in you: it means that he loves you so much that the protective instinct simply hits in.

This relates directly with his bravery. Many people to this day keep calling Luigi a coward, and it makes me mad because, like, are we talking about the same character? The one that got into a mansion full of ghosts, his biggest fear, to save his beloved big brother? The one that stood in the way of Bowser's fire with a manhole cover to, again, save his big brother's life? You call this cowardice??? 👇

Honestly, I'd like to see those people getting into a place full of the thing they fear the most, or facing fire after they've been about to die in a lava pit. If this isn't bravery in its pure form, I don't know what is 🤷‍♀️

So yeah, Luigi is just as brave as Mario! He simply has a different way to deal with dangerous or stressful situations, but you can bet that, if his brother's life is in danger, he's gonna be the very first one to run to his aid. And the same applies to Peach, Daisy and basically anyone, since, as I said, he's always there to help anyone who needs it.

And I know the Paper Mario series is a spin off, but if I may add, I also LOVE how extremely sassy Paper Luigi can be! 😁 And also very brave, like in other games, and soooo supportive of his big brother!

That's also something that I love about him. Everything I've said about him always wanting to help, and to make sure that the ones he loves are fine, and playing the emotional support role? I especially MELT when this is applied to Mario. We all know the deep and pure bond these brothers share, and while Mario's way of showing his love for his little sibling is mostly protecting him (among other things), Luigi's way of doing so is mostly being by his brother's side, believing in him, supporting him no matter what, listening to him when Mario needs to vent... He's an AMAZING little brother and I LOVE how he openly shows that he loves his brother just as Mario does with him 🥹

And the same applies when it comes to his bravery and to his sassy side, for Luigi shows that he feels extremely comfortable around Mario, like he can totally and openly be himself, which he does in the scene that I mentioned with Spike. And also teasing Mario and being prone to physical touch with him as another way of showing his love 🤭

Also, the fact that he gets scared very easily also makes him relatable to me 🤭 Though I have to say, seeing the many dangerous situations these characters are exposed to in both games and movie, I personally think Luigi has the most normal and relatable reaction. I mean, I believe the first thing most of us would think of when seeing our lives threatened would be to run and get to safety, and then maybe try to come up with a plan or something.

Which is actually something Luigi is very good at! While Mario's reaction would be to jump into danger (and we love him for that), Luigi would rather get himself to safety first, trying his best to survive, and then find a strategy to deal with the problem. He's a think-first, act-later kind of man, unlike Mario, which is why the two balance each other so well. Those are their strengths and what make them work perfectly well as a team.

So this is it! I imagined this would get long, which is why I didn't get to answer yesterday when I saw the ask, and I'm sorry about that, but I really hope it was worth the wait, @luigi1o27632! 🥰

@vulpixfairy1985 @bberetd @itsavee4117 @keakruiser @kelbreyworshipper @peaches2217 and everyone who reads this: what do you think of all this? Is there anything you'd like to add? I may have forgotten about something, so feel free to share your thoughts! 🥰

To sum up: I may call Luigi "baby" sometimes when reblogging stuff or fangirling, but that's simply an affectionate nickname, since, as you can see, I know perfectly well he ain't no baby. He's strong and brave as well as cute and sweet (and very handsome too 🤭😏), and I love every single side of him 😌💚✨

#luigi #luigi my beloved #super mario #super mario bros #luigi nintendo #mario and luigi #luigi cuteness #cute luigi #strong luigi #brave luigi #handsome luigi #luigi appreciation post #asks #asks answered #silenzahra

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chasedbyunclewalt · 1 day

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Hey everyone! So I finally wrote a thing!! I’m pretty sure is absolute garbage but 🥰 I’m here! Attempting to replenish the lack of DPS fan fiction!! So here it is (also I forgot how to add a Keep Reading bar on mobile help)

Summary: you’re new at Welton and your cousin Charlie’s friends take you in! Neil Perry x female reader x Platonic! Charlie Dalton

“She’s off limits, thanks.” A blunt voice sounds from behind me. It’s my cousin Charlie only naturally. I’ve just transferred to Welton Academy, now that they’ve begun accepting girls. The only downside of this is that my over protective older cousin Charlie won’t give it a rest. Of course there were ups and downs to the whole thing. Charlie had introduced me to his friends initially so I knew someone in most classes, but they were mostly boys, who flirt a lot, or act like they’ve never seen a woman before.

“I’ll decide if I’m limited!” I angrily turned to whisper yell at him, after giving a polite smile to Pitts who I was just speaking to. This obscure comment makes Charlie roll his eyes.

“Are you coming to the meeting tonight?” He asks casually as we all stand on the campus outside.

“Uh yeah If I still can.” I respond hoping the so-called “Dead Poets Society” meeting was still open to me. “Yeah you can!” Neil cuts in from looking at his book. He stands up from the brick wall he was leaning on.

For some reason this assurance makes me grin. I suppose if Neil says I can… I then turn back to Charlie. “I’ll come get you at.. let’s say 9?” He says in a hushed tone and walks away pointing to his watch.

I will admit. I’m appreciative to have a somewhat big brother on campus. Charlie and I spent most of our childhood when he wasn’t here, together anyway, so we really are family, cousins, and friends.

At 9 I’m waiting in my dorm. I’m in some comfortable slacks and a large coat when I hear a tap on my window. I open it expecting the boyish grin from my cousins. I open the drapes revealing a Neil Perry. I open the window curiously. “Hey- it’s you?” I ask. “Yeah! Charlie’s down there but Cameron forgot something so they went back they’ll meet us- hi..” he says with his typical smile and laid back demeanor whining with excitement. His brown hair is a mess from the hostile weather outside.

Later I sit in the cave. A mere observer for now since I wouldn’t have anything to share my first time here. I smile and shake my head as Charlie continues this Nawanda act. Neil who stands in the middle of us all looks toward me with a smile “I forgot to ask- Y/N would you like to share anything?” He asks with a warm inviting expression. Like he truly would love for me to get up there. I smile appreciatively and shake my head. “Not this time Neil thank you..!”

After the meeting we sneak back. To ensure I got back safely Charlie offers to be the one to sneak to the girls dorms with me.

“I’ll come too..?” Neil suggests softly. Charlie nods and quietly ushers us in.

“Goodnight guys!” I wave a bit as I quietly try to enter into my dorm which is extremely difficult with decades old door hinges.

As Charlie and Neil walk back, they enter a quiet hallway where Charlie mumbles grinning to Neil. “So you like her..?”

“What?” Neil asks with fake confusion. He figured he could pull it off because he’s never been much of a lady chaser.

“What?” Charlie mocks. “You like her! Y/N!”

Neil blushes knowing only Charlie knows him like that. They stop in the hallway by their dorm rooms.

“She’s a very lovely girl-“ Neil starts, attempting to be indirect. Charlie just chuckles and says. “Alright I know… it’s fine” he waves off “although…you should ask her about theater or whatever.. she’s into that..” Charlie says playfully but also with thought. It’s a bit funny Neil is the only person Charlie would even consider trusting in such a situation. They both say good nights and enter their dorms on opposite sides.

#dead poets society #neil perry #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #neil perry x reader #dps one shots #robert sean leonard #todd anderson

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beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff · 5 days

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i dont like how many pop culture references matty healy understands it genuinely scares me

#half the time its like just normal regular person typing #but im soo used to celebrities typing like really professional and all “Guys. Thank you so much for all the love 🥺 We love you guys so much #and we hope you love the new album just as much as I did when I was making it 😉 Lots of love 🥺🥰“#BUT HIM. WHY DOES HE KNOW WHAT BRUH MEANS. WHY DOES HE KNOW HOW TO BE SARCASTIC. LIKE #no omfg its so NORMAL i cant do this i cqnt explain it #like why do you know how to use :) and ❤️ ironically STOP. IT.#fucking terrifies me im so srs #blah blah!#matty healy #the 1975

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its-hyperfixation · 2 years

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gorgeous merthur, 2/? : 5x08 the hollow queen

this gifset is brought to you by: my urge to shower @bellamyblakru with endless love. congratulations on finishing the last day of classes of your undergrad (you legend). i’m so proud of u, my beloved.

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dix-rose · 4 months

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It’s such a foreign concept to me that bad people get to be happy. I know we as people make our own happiness but I don’t understand how people who went out of their way to hurt people get to be happy while the people they hurt have to suffer with what they did to them.

#stupid shit #I lurked again #I want her to suffer so much which makes me a bad human being but it is truly not fair #it’s not fair that we live in this narrative that she’s the uwu soft I just love to spread kindness girl #even though we ALL KNOW she wasn’t #it was a stupid TikTok I watched of hers #she went through each month one by one and ranked them based on what happened and it was SO sugarcoated #‘my friend group started to fall apart (for the best)’#yeah maybe it fell apart because you were lying to everyone about being sexually assaulted????#and that your BEST FRIEND tried kissing you when everyone knew damn well that she would NEVER because she loves her boyfriend to death #or what about the time where you cheated on your then boyfriend with two #maybe three other guys???#and what about you calling off work every other day claiming you were sick but you really just didn’t want to come in???#then you have to take a leave of absence because you were too sick to stand up but I guess not too sick to go to Disney #weird huh #then she goes on how she ‘found happiness’ being closer with her family and old friends #yeah I guess you had to do that because everyone knew all of the shit that she’d do #I hope your boyfriend breaks up with you because you deserve nothing homegirl ❤️🥰🫶🫰

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queenofbaws · 10 months

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Hey Queenie, hope you're having a lovely weekend! 💕Naturally, I can't let a six-sentence Saturday/Sunday pass without asking for some LauraMax, you know hot it is ;) How about a prompt from the midnight dialogue prompt list? My preference would be “are you asleep?” “…no.” or the soup/cereal one, but you can pick anything you want 😊

The way their college tour roadtrip had been going so far, neither of them were especially surprised to find that the hotel reservation they'd made between stops (and flat tires, and missed exits, and one very, very unfair speeding ticket) had somehow been downgraded from a double to a single, meaning that yes, once they'd showered the road gunk off themselves and plotted their course for the next day, there was only one bed for them to climb into.

They made all the requisite jokes about it, teasing each other about stealing blankets and cold feet, but once the lights were off and the world slowed down, laughing was sort of the farthest thing from Laura's mind.

It was...well, it was incredibly stupid, that's what it was, the way she watched the digital numbers on the bedside clock roll over and over and over as she tried (and failed) to find a sleeping position that wouldn't come across as overeager or awkward or just plain alert Max to the way her heart was all but banging its way out of her chest; she had promised herself she'd wait until the end of their roadtrip to say anything about how different things had been feeling lately, that she wouldn't run the risk of wrecking their good time singing along to the radio and making fun of the college tour guides by asking if he'd been feeling that same way too, if he found himself wanting to rest his head on her shoulder or put his arm around her waist or squeeze her hand in his even half as often as she did.

Eventually, she settled in on her side, her back safely to Max, and in the absent, distracted way exhaustion sometimes brought out in her, she softly sighed into her pillow, "I think I could get used to this." Her eyes snapped back open when she realized she hadn't just thought it but said it aloud, and, wincing, ever-so-slightly turned her head to ask the other side of the bed, "...you're asleep, right?"

"Nope," Max said, and though his voice was groggy enough for her to think he miiight have been fibbing, the weight and warmth of his arm draping over the curve of her waist blew that thought to smithereens, "I can, like, definitely pretend to be, though, if there were any other secrets you wanted to get off your chest tonight."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#theartofdreaming1 #six sentence weekend #lauramax #the quarry #queenie writes supermassive #heheheuheuheue vicky i hope you know how much joy each and every one of your lauramax prompts gives me 🥰#i LOVE having a reason to write these two askldjaklsdjf i hope your weekend's been lovely so far too! :D

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