#joe can make the funniest of faces

[serasvictoria]

Title: The Hair

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve returns from a roadtrip with Eddie with longer hair than usual and it really, really works for you.

Word Count: 8849

Content warning: 18+ only. Minors dni. Smut. Oral sex (f receiving). Vaginal fingering. Hair pulling (that one's a given). Swearing. Teasing. Overstimulation. Masturbation (m receiving). Nicknames (not a Y/N in sight). Reader is kinda shy at times, because you know… Steve.

Notes: This fic has been based entirely on those pictures of Joe in Finalmente L'Alba. You know the ones that I’m talking about.

Beta read by @adrille88 ❤️ Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Robin’s cackle could be heard throughout the room. One hour in and she still thought that it was the funniest thing that she had ever seen.

“Yeah, Robs, I know.” Even though you couldn’t see Steve’s face from this angle, you could tell that he was rolling his eyes. “Very funny.”

“I can’t help it.” She collapses into another fit of giggles and slumps into Vickie’s side. “It’s just so long.”

And it was. Steve’s hair had gotten significantly longer during his time away and it had been the first thing that everyone present had commented on when they saw him during this little “welcome back” celebration.

Steve and Eddie had gone on a road trip when the latter had finally graduated, a small celebration for the boy who had ventured past state lines only once before when he had gone to Chicago, and they’d been gone for almost three months.

They kept in touch through postcards, most of which were stuck to Robin and Chrissy’s fridge with some of the ugliest kitschy magnets that you had ever seen, but none of the hastily scribbled messages on the cards ever mentioned anything about Steve’s current hair situation.

“Getting a haircut wasn’t that important,” Steve sighed, “but Jesus, I’ll get it done tomorrow if you keep acting like this.”

A harsh noise, a gasp of alarm, escapes from your lips and you don’t even notice that you’ve done it until you see that several eyes are on you. You try to save face by shrugging and turning your head away from Steve’s luscious locks, but when Eddie sniggers loudly you know that you had failed to make your small outburst look like it was nothing.

“Okay,” Robin says, eyebrows arched with obvious amusement. “Yeah, I guess you could do that, Stevie, but maybe hold off on it for a while? It might grow on me.”

“As long as you stop pulling my hair,” he mumbles under his breath, “it stopped being funny about an hour ago.”

“Yeah, to you,” Robin counters. “But not to me.”

Her hand reaches for his hair again, already grinning, not being particularly subtle about her intentions. Steve jerks away from her and suddenly they’re caught in something that would look like a minor scuffle to outsiders, but everyone that’s present knows that it’s more akin to a playful round of roughhousing between siblings.

“Careful, careful!” Chrissy calls out when they narrowly miss the second hand coffee table, almost spilling the drinks and snacks all over the floor. “It’s not like we can replace stuff if you guys break it.”

“Yeah, you ruffians, break it up.” Eddie materializes between the duo, coming to Chrissy’s rescue and making a T-shape with his hands to signify a time-out. Robin still manages to reach around him to give one final yank on Steve’s hair. “Fuck’s sake, Buckley. Don’t break the serious sanctity of the time-out.”

Robin barks out a laugh. “Oh, is that what it was? Thought that was the T of… the T of…”

While Robin was grappling to come up with a word that began with the letter T that could be applied to the current situation, you slipped into the small kitchen.

Maybe you would do better if you gave yourself a little time out from Steve’s, quite frankly mesmerizing, long hair.

It has been a few years since you had been this preoccupied with his hair. It was the main topic of conversation in high school after all, a source of desire and yes, envy for some, as well. Because a boy with hair that great? There were many girls that would have killed to have the same amount of volume and texture.

You were safely tucked into the desire camp however. How could you not be? Steve was gorgeous.

Is gorgeous.

There‘s no denying the fact that that stupid teenage crush that you had on him is still present. The only difference now is that your long friendship with Vickie has brought you a lot closer to Steve than you had ever been before.

When you hear movement behind you, you think that it’s her at first, coming to find you to gush about something funny that Robin had done or said in private, but when you hear someone who is distinctly male clear their throat instead, you realize that you have no such luck.

“What are you hiding out in here for?”

Your eyes go wide as saucers when you turn to face him and Steve actually holds his hands up in an attempt to look less threatening, making you aware of the fact that you must look terrified.

“N-nothing.” Your reaction was more down to being in extremely close vicinity to him, because of the size of the kitchen. There was barely any space between you already and he was only standing in the doorway. “It was just… a bit crowded?” You frown, because that wasn’t the word that you were looking for. “I mean, that’s not exactly what I-“

“Rowdy?” Steve offers up helpfully.

“Yes!” Your exclamation makes you cover your mouth with your hand, shocking yourself with your small outburst, and when Steve laughs, you can feel your cheeks heat up from the potential embarrassment. “But a fun rowdy? If that makes sense?”

“A bit,” he admits. “That’s just what me and Robin are like. We bring it out in each other I guess and the hair definitely doesn’t help.”

“N-no,” you stutter as your attention is brought to his hair once more and you can’t help but bite your bottom lip as you stare. “It’s definitely distracting.” You try to stop there, really you do, but you still end up blurting out, “In a good way.”

Groaning softly, you attempt to cover your entire face with your hand. If the ground could swallow you up right this instance that would be great. Naturally, that doesn’t happen, but when you peek through your fingers, you see that Steve hasn’t left. He’s merely standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest and his head is tilted to the side, his brow pensive as if he’s deep in thought.

Clearing your throat, you shake your head as if you could shake off the awkwardness from moments before. Your eyes dart to Steve’s hair again and his gaze turns more curious when he notices.

“Okay,” he finally says with raised eyebrows. “Interesting.”

“What is?”

“You,” he counters swiftly and you can see his brow furrow. He looks like he wants to slap himself. “I mean, your response. It’s pretty telling, you know.” Getting called out on your obvious attraction to him wasn’t something that you had been expecting, yet here you were, and Steve doesn’t look disgusted. If anything, he almost looks more interested. “And don’t try to deny it, I’m not an idiot.”

“Never thought you were.”

Sometimes people liked to point out Steve’s lack of intelligence, even back in high school because he didn’t really excel academically. The prevailing image of him being a dumb jock was ridiculous anyway. His grades were alright. Not top of the class, but he wasn’t at the bottom either.

They were above average most of the time, but when his grades dropped after Nancy broke up with him, everyone seemed to treat it as confirmation of what people had been saying behind his back all along. He still managed to pick himself up when exams rolled along, but it hadn’t helped sway opinion much.

It was an opinion that you did not share however.

Steve was smart. The information that interested him was just different. A conversation that he had with Lucas Sinclair on sports earlier only confirmed it.

Batting averages rolled off his tongue like they were nothing, even going as far as remembering what Wade Boggs’ average was back in ‘82. Name a Major League player and Steve would know exactly why he was better or worse than another player.

Same thing for basketball and ice hockey. You had even overheard him talking about volleyball once. Technically, it was women’s beach volleyball, but it still counted.

The only sports that Steve didn’t seem to care for were soccer and lacrosse. You highly suspected that the only reason that he didn’t like lacrosse was because his dad used to play it in college, apparently. That was a nice little piece of information that you had gained from Robin in Steve’s absence.

“True,” he smiles. “Don’t recall you ever saying anything about that.”

How he would know that was anybody’s guess, seeing how you must have been nothing more than another face in the school hallways, but you don’t question it. For a couple of seconds you even find yourself believing that he would have noticed you, however impossible that may seem.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Steve,” you smile back. The awkwardness has finally settled. Maybe you can actually be normal around him for once. “Anyway.” You turn back to the cans and bottles on the counter and make a sweeping gesture with your arm. “What’s your poison?”

“Think I’ll have-“

Steve treats your question as permission to step into the kitchen. Your breath catches in your throat, when he leans in closer, making you turn the front of your body to the counter. 

He eagerly takes advantage of this and puts his hand on your lower back. You feel his hand slide down, can feel his fingers flex as they settle right above the curve of your ass. His face comes into view next to you and he keeps his eyes on yours as his right hand reaches towards the cans blindly.

“-this one.”

“Apple Slice?” Tearing his eyes away from your face to look at the can that he was holding, his expression flashes to one of brief disappointment, which makes you snort in obvious amusement. He was clearly going for one of the cans of Blue Ribbon behind it, but that was not what he ended up with. You stifle a laugh and add, “Wow. Didn’t know you liked that stuff.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” Steve opens the can and takes a sip, deciding to stick with his (accidental) choice. If it wasn’t for the fact that his nose crinkled in disgust, you might even have believed him. “I drink it all the time.”

“Sure you do.” You take the can of beer that he had his eye on and hold it out to him. “I’ll trade you.”

“Nah, I’ll pass.” He leans against the counter right next to where you’re standing. “I love this stuff, everybody knows that.”

“Sure they do,” you laugh. “That’s why you’ve been drinking it all night.”

“How would you even know what I’ve been drinking? You been keeping an eye on me?”

“What?” Your cheeks suddenly feel so hot that you swear that they’ve just caught fire. You hold the can against your cheek in the hopes of cooling yourself down, but the can’s lukewarm so it doesn’t help one bit. “No! Wh-why would I- I was just assuming, okay?”

The implication of his words were to poke fun at you, but you panicked all the same. You know what you wanted it to be, but there was no chance in hell that Steve Harrington was flirting with you.

No way. Impossible.

“Relax,” he replies, his voice softer suddenly as if he was doing his utmost not to spook you. “I was joking.”

You breathe a sigh of relief when he confirms it, calm setting in once more. Who knew that talking to Steve could have this effect on you. You would have liked to have been able to display a much cooler aura, but that persona seemed to have jumped out of you and ran for the hills the second that Steve came closer to you.

Not that you had ever been like that at all, but still.

“Do you want this or not?” you blurt out and you hold the can up just in case he thought that you were offering up something else. “Last chance.”

“Fine.” Steve takes it this time, your fingers brushing together when he trades cans with you. “But only because you were desperate.”

“I’m not-“ When Steve stifles a laugh, you turn your head in the opposite direction and find yourself staring at a grocery list that’s hanging on the old fridge. “Not funny.”

“Oh, come on. I couldn’t help myself, you’re real cute when you’re flustered.” You turn your entire body away from him, but you’re only doing it to hide your growing smile from him. “Seriously? You’re not talking to me?” You shake your head and he lets out a soft groan. “I was willing to give you my best puppy dog eyes, too.”

“Y-you were?”

“She speaks! But yes, I was.” You chew on your bottom lip to stop yourself from saying anything, because you don’t want to seem too eager. “In fact, I’m still going to do it. I think that you’ve earned it.”

When you finally turn around to face him once more, you’re subjected to the full force of his hazel eyes (looking every bit like he’d gotten private lessons from doe-eyed Eddie Munson), and his bottom lip is pushed out into a pout. He looks silly and adorable all at once.

“You look ridiculous,” you giggle. “Stop doing that.”

“No way,” he says with a smirk. “I can keep this up all night if I have to.”

“Really?” The prospect of being subjected to it all night makes your heart swell about three sizes inside your chest. “I’d like to see you try.”

Steve bats his eyelashes in quick succession a couple of times until you’re laughing and you swat at his chest in an attempt to make him stop. He instantly makes a grab for your hand and keeps it pressed against his sternum.

The distance between the two of you closes somewhat, but Steve still leaves some space on the off chance that you might want to pull away.

It’s quite possibly the last thing on your mind.

The only thing that you’re thinking of is what Steve’s hair would feel like if you ran your fingers through it and if you’d get a chance to-

“Oh.” Chrissy’s voice pulls you out of the trance that Steve has put you under and you take a step away from him immediately. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“No,” you blurt out.

“Yes,” Steve says at the same time.

“I’d offer to leave, but I live here,” Chrissy giggles melodically. “Give me a sec and I’ll get out of your hair though,” she adds with a wink in your direction.

“Oh no, you don’t have to…” You’re suddenly embarrassed that Chrissy might think that something was happening (it was but you didn’t quite want to believe it just yet). The idea of the former cheerleader offering to leave what was essentially her shared kitchen was too much to bear. “I should- erm-“ Your eyes fall on Steve, who looks more amused than anything else. “Talk to you later.”

When you leave to rejoin your friends in the neighboring living room, you can just about make out another one of Chrissy’s amused giggles and Steve’s hushed apology, but you don’t stick around to hear what he’s apologizing for.

The pair enters the living room a few short minutes later, Steve’s eyes immediately find you before Dustin Henderson almost rugby tackles him and pulls him into a conversation that he had been having with Eddie.

Over the following hours whenever you would hazard a glance in Steve’s direction, you would find that he was looking at you already and he flashes you the sad puppy dog eyes without fail every single time. Whenever he makes you laugh, a smug smile materializes on his handsome face, as if he just achieved something grand.

You don’t find yourself alone with Steve again though, making you think that the small moment that you had before had passed and entirely ignoring that it was more down to yourself ensuring that there was no opportunity for him to get you alone. You were in no mood to make yourself look like a fool any further.

The hours tick by until it’s almost twelve midnight and as if on cue, Robin started yawning loudly and exaggeratedly, to make sure that everyone knew that she was getting tired.

All talk then turns to who had come by car and who could drop who off.

Somehow, in the discussion that followed it, it had been decided that you would ride with Steve. How this decision had been made was a mystery to you since you lived nowhere near him and lived only a few blocks from Nancy Wheeler, but when you tried to bring that up, you were told that there was no more room in Nancy’s car. Apparently.

The little glances that several people shared was something that you failed to notice entirely, but if you had noticed you might have figured out that the entire thing had been orchestrated very carefully by your friends, by Vickie and Robin in particular.

There was no amount of planning that could get you in the passenger seat next to Steve though, because Dustin had called shotgun from the moment that he had insisted that he ride with Steve’s car (and had dragged a bewildered Lucas along with him).

When you got in the backseat next to Lucas, you breathed a little sigh of relief that you were not sitting in the front with Steve however, half-knowing that you would end up being a stiff mess for the entire ride. The back was safer, darker, and above all, a little bit further away from Steve.

The rest of the ride is pleasant. Dustin keeps talking about everything and nothing to fill Steve in about what he missed while he was away, even though he must have heard most of it this evening already.

They act more like siblings than anything else, though if you had to be honest, you had seen Steve act similarly towards some of the other teenagers that were present which had only endeared him to you further.

When Lucas is dropped off first, he and Steve make promises to watch a football game together soon, and he drops Dustin off not long after. Similar promises are made, but they’re more of the ‘give us a ride to the arcade’ kind than anything else.

As soon as Dustin closes the door behind him, you’re shifting in the backseat, thinking it would be too odd to keep sitting there all alone. You can be brave for a short while, you’d only be in the car for a few minutes after all.

As soon as you’re moving to open the door, your hand jerks away from the handle when Steve starts driving again.

“Steve!” His eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, not so much saying ‘what?’ with his mouth, but with his eyes instead. “I was going to sit up front.”

“You don’t have to,” he answers simply.

“You’ll look like my driver like this,” you grumble slightly. “It’ll look weird.”

“Really? You’re worried about that?” Steve chuckles and you don’t really notice that he just took the wrong turn. “There’s hardly anyone around right now.”

“You don’t know that.” You lean forward in your seat, your hand coming down to rest on his chair, your fingers close to his shoulder. “There’s this old guy on my street that’s always keeping ta- hey. This isn’t the way to my house.”

“Just taking a little detour,” Steve grins, not willing to divulge any more than that.

The road that he’s currently on takes you out of town and he looks at your face out of the corner of his eye, catches how your eyes widen significantly when you realize where he’s taking you.

“To Lover’s Lake?”

Saying it out loud sounded insane.

Steve Harrington appeared to be taking you to Lover’s Lake.

You.

“Been there before?” It was a question that he knew he shouldn’t ask, but it was out of his mouth before he noticed it. “You don’t have t-“

“Once,” you reply honestly. You catch the little flash of jealousy in his eyes before the streetlights fade out completely and the car hits the dirt road. “With Pete Tanner.”

“No way,” Steve says with a slight mocking laugh. “He’s such a dick.”

“Tell me about it,” you scoff. “He spent about half an hour groping me and assuring me that he knew what he was doing, which he didn't, I might add! I gave him a handjob just to get him to stop. It was a disaster.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, it was awful.” The experience had been so off putting that you had turned down every other offer of ‘hanging out’ there that you had gotten after it. This was your first time going back there in two years. “He tried to get me to go with him again the next week, but I shot him down so bad that he never talked to me again.”

“Well, unlike him, I do know what I’m doing.”

Steve didn’t even have to elaborate on that, the stories that floated around about him were pretty positive in regards to that aspect after all. It kind of stopped when his star dropped in his last year of high school, but it had done nothing to diminish his reputation. If you wanted to have a good time, Steve was your man.

“I know, Steve,” you say finally, your voice softer and decidedly more shy.

“You do?”

“Girls talk,” you clarify, even if he must have known where you had gotten it from. “It’s not just guys that talk about their conquests, the girls do, too. I’ve heard plenty of stories about you before.” You fidget with the hemline of your shirt just to have a reason to avert your eyes. “So. I know.”

“You don’t,” he chuckles. “You really don’t, but you’ll find out soon enough.”

You know that he’s right, because no amount of gossip would be able to prepare you for, well… him. 

“And for the record, I don’t talk so whatever happens here tonight stays between you and me.” When he cuts the engine, you look out the window to see that he had already parked the car near the shore of the lake. Steve unclasps his safety belt, turns in his seat and fully faces you. “Now, I’m going to get into the backseat with you and then I’m going to kiss you, because I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“For how long?”

“How long am I going to kiss you for? As long as you’ll let me.”

“Damn,” you say under your breath and you can feel your body temperature rising in anticipation. “B-but I meant, how long have you wanted to kiss me for?”

Steve doesn’t answer your question immediately. Instead he switches the car radio on and turns the dial until he finds a radio station that’s to his liking. As soon as the sounds of soft rock start playing, he gets out of the front seat and opens the door that Lucas got out of a couple of minutes previous. He slides in next to you just as Roxy Music’s Avalon starts playing.

“A while,” he says simply whilst closing the door behind him. “You think I never noticed you or something?”

“I’m not exactly-“ You gesture with your hand and try your best to avoid saying the names of any of his exes, who you definitely don’t resemble in any way. “You know.”

“No, I don’t know.” He moves in closer until his thigh is pressing into yours. His left hand moves towards your face and you close your eyes when his fingertips skim over your jaw. “You’re pretty.” He says it very matter of factly, as if you should have been aware of it before he told you. “Thought you were pretty in high school, too.”

“Really?” You open your eyes and when you see that his face is a lot closer than you were expecting it to be, you jerk away and inadvertently knock the back of your head against the window. “Ow.”

“Christ, you’re like a baby deer,” he says with a laugh. “So skittish.”

“Sorry.” You rub the back of your skull automatically, but it doesn’t hurt much. “I can’t help it. I blame you.”

“What did I do?” He leans back against the seats, making his long hair flop over his forehead and partially covering his eyes. “I’m just trying to make out with the pretty girl that’s been making eyes at me all night.”

“Said I was sorry,” you whisper.

You don’t think that Steve has ever looked more gorgeous to you than he does in this exact moment and it’s scrambling your brain. You can feel your cheeks burn and your first reaction is to hide your face behind your hands. Your fingers are parted, however, so you can still see Steve’s face.

“No you’re not.”

“I am.” His fingers encircle your wrists and he slowly but gently pulls your hands away from your face. “Sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” He brings your hands up to his mouth and your breath hitches when he presses his lips to the tips of your fingers. “Huh?”

“For being like this. For not being… confident.”

“You think you need to say sorry for that?” His mouth drags down over your digits towards your palms and you swear you can feel his tongue darting out against your skin. “It’s a fucking turn-on.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m not usually- not li-“ He presses a light kiss to your wrist and it makes your stomach flip. The rest of the sentence comes out with a slight groan. “I’m never this bad.”

“You were confident enough earlier.”

“This is different.”

And it was. Being in a car with Steve and there being no possibility of anyone interrupting you changes things significantly. Earlier in the kitchen, there were no expectations, it was just some gentle back-and-forth flirting, you know that now, as you tried to get a feel for one another.

There were definitely expectations now, a chance of things going much further than before, and it was filling your stomach with butterflies and your brain with cotton wool. Being this close to Steve was making it hard to have any coherent thoughts whatsoever.

“Different how?” He looks up at you then, pausing his trail of kisses. You can feel his thumbs on your wrists, making soothing circular motions while you try to find your words.

“I didn’t think that we were… you know… going to do anything.”

“What else do people do at Lover’s Lake?”

“I don’t know!” That was a lie, because you did know. Everyone in town knew what happened at Lover’s Lake and Skull Rock. Maybe if you had lived under a rock these last few years, you could have been completely ignorant to it, but you knew. “Maybe you wanted to take me stargazing.”

“Baby, I want to make you see stars, but I wasn’t planning on taking you outside.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “That’s the kinda thing that’s-“

“Making you shy?” He laughs then, knowing full well how to get you flustered. “You thought I didn’t know that? You’re one of the only girls that would blush and giggle whenever I subjected you to my whole ‘ocean of flavor’ bullshit at Scoops.”

“No way was I the only one.” Other girls giggled and twirled their hair at him, too. You saw them ahead of you in line and  found yourself unfairly hating the girls that were confident enough to write their phone numbers on a napkin so they could slide it over to him. “No way.”

“Okay, maybe not, but you were definitely the cutest one. You could barely look me in the eye and then Vickie would have to order for you instead. It was cute as hell.” You burst out laughing at his confession. “You okay now?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m going to kiss you silly now.” A small affirmative noise in the back of your throat is all that you manage to offer in terms of a reply when Steve leans in closer. He pauses when he’s close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your face. “Still okay?” You nod, but he’s not letting you off the hook that easily. “With words please.”

“I-I am,” you stutter, “I’m great.”

“You sure? Because you don’t look it,” he grins mischievously. He swipes a finger from the top of your spine up to your hairline. You could feel the heat there before, where some wisps of hair had stuck to your skin, and now he can feel it too. “You coming down with somethin’?”

The only thing that you manage to do is huff in annoyance, words of disagreement already on your tongue, threatening to spill out. There’s not much chance for them to do so, because he takes the opportunity to kiss you now.

It’s a light peck. Just to get things started. No more, no less. But you let out a content sigh all the same. It makes Steve smile again, the ease with which he can read you amusing him to no end.

You whine in displeasure, already impatient that Steve’s making you wait for more.

“Relax, baby,” he breathes against your parted lips, “I was only teasing.”

He starts kissing you in earnest a split second later. And boy, can Steve Harrington kiss.

You had heard the stories, plenty of them, all of them overheard as other girls tried to outdo their friends, but none of their descriptions lived up to the real thing.

Feeling his lips on yours is making you tingle, as if electricity is coursing through him and it’s literally making sparks fly whenever he kisses you. When you feel his hand on your neck, his thumb on the corner of your jaw and his pinkie on your collar bone, it makes your skin prickle there, too.

His tongue swipes over the crease of your mouth and he does it again when you don’t grant him access quickly enough. It makes you feel better that Steve is just as impatient as you seem to be.

When his tongue finally delves into your mouth, you find that he tastes like the beer that he had earlier, but more surprising are the citrus undertones, the ones that are also sticking to his skin whenever you breathe in deeply through your nose. You can practically feel the oranges explode on your lips and the juices penetrate your mouth.

You wonder how much of that is down to your imagination or if Steve does indeed taste faintly of ripe oranges.

He’s blissfully unaware as to what’s going through your mind as your tongues slide over each other. All that he knows is that he wants more than what you’re offering him right now.

Your lips part and he presses his forehead against yours. You’re breathing heavily and you swallow hard enough for him to hear it. Your exhales intermingle with the hot air that’s coming from him, you feel it curl over your lips and spread outward over your cheeks.

Steve nudges the tip of his nose against yours and you both huff a laugh. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him like he’s a lifeline. He says nothing about it, but merely keeps looking at you and waits for your breathing to even out.

“Hey,” he finally says, “you still okay?”

“Perfect.” You tilt your chin up until your lips touch again and you murmur against his mouth, “You got me all lightheaded.”

“From a kiss?” When you nod, he chuckles softly. “That’s nothing.”

You’re a little bit more prepared when he dives back in again, your lips crashing back into each other as he hits you full force. You can’t get enough of him and it feels like the feeling is very much mutual.

Confidence floods back into you, all because you’re with him right now, because he seems to have picked you. He noticed you, well before this night apparently, and it was making you more bold, more powerful.

You start pushing back a bit, your teeth nipping at his lips, your tongue pushing into his mouth until you have him going all breathless instead. You can feel him shudder when you press your hand against his stomach, the muscles twitching under your palm.

Not wanting to be outdone, Steve takes back control a little by putting his hands on your hips and sliding them to the back until he’s grabbing two handfuls of your ass. You squeak when he lifts you up from the seat, making you plant your hands against the roof of the car, head tilting backwards and opening up your neck which he immediately latches on to with his lips.

“Ah.” Your head is spinning, already drunk on him and the way that he’s leaving gentle kisses on the column of your throat definitely isn’t helping. When he starts sucking on your pulse point, you moan his name, “Steve.”

“Right there?” You heave a sigh when he does it again and soon he’s putting more suction on your skin as if he’s trying to mark you. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Yeah, I like it.”

“Thought so,” he says in between open mouthed kisses. “Love those noises you’re making, baby. You gonna make more of them for me?”

“If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“Wouldn’t be able to stop anyway,” you pant in reply. “Fuck, Steve.”

“Like that,” he says, voice sounding needy and heated. “Just like that.”

Nothing but a string of whines tumble from your lips as Steve continues his assault on your neck, but his mouth keeps moving down lower until it hits the collar of your shirt. He pulls it down as far as it can go so he can lick the dip above your sternum before veering outward to the parts of your collarbones that he managed to uncover.

Your hips are grinding against nothing at all, desperately needing some kind of friction, hoping that Steve will take the hint since his hands are still on your ass and nothing seems to be able to make them move.

When they finally shift, you breathe a sigh of relief, because you can finally feel his long fingers on the front of your body, gliding up your torso until they’re touching the underwire of your bra… where they then come to a complete standstill again.

The constant teasing is really starting to get to you. You’re so ridiculously hot for the guy that you swear you’ll scorch your way from the leather upholstery all the way down to the chassis.

It would appear that Steve is able to tell that you’re seconds away from reaching your limit however.

Your back is pushed against the door until there’s nothing left for you to do but sit in the seat sideways facing him. Steve follows you and soon he’s sitting on his knees between your parted legs. His hands are on your knees and he slides them down the inside of your denim clad thighs, fingers dancing over the inside seam, down towards where you’re searing hot for him.

Your hips push up instinctively, only to feel his digits move upwards to your hips, missing where you wanted to feel them the most completely.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, “not yet.”

When you pout, he chuckles and you highly suspect that he likes seeing you like that a little bit too much, seeing how something like this has happened a couple of times already.

Sweet merciful release comes when he finally slides his hands under your shirt and cups your breasts through the rather plain white bra that you’re wearing. He pulls the cotton cups down and you arch your back into his palms when you feel his warm skin against yours.

“Baby, could you-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you were already leaning forward, grabbing the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it into the front seat. “Someone’s eager,” he grins as he gets his first view at your (almost) bare chest. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

You grab at his shoulders, tugging on his shirt, but he surges forward to smash his lips into yours first before whipping his shirt off with the same level of eagerness as you had taken off yours. His shirt joins yours in the front, hanging over the steering wheel.

Your hand shakes slightly when you reach for him, the palm of your hand connecting with his bare chest. You had seen him like this plenty of times when he was still the swim team captain, like so many other girls that came to cheer him on during high school, but you had never thought that you would be able to touch him like this.

There’s barely enough time for you to run your hand from his clavicle down to the top of his jeans before he kisses you hungrily again. He barely allows you time to breathe and every time that your lips part, you’re taking in large gulps of air, almost forgetting to breathe entirely if it wasn’t for your burning lungs alerting you to the fact that air was desperately needed.

“Steve,” you whine when his chest hair rubs against your hardened nipples.

“I know, baby,” he replies and before you know it, his hands are on your jeans, undoing the button and tugging them down your legs. Your underwear comes along with them, but you could care less. When he realizes that your lower half is bare, his eyes widen a fraction, barely visible from the faint green glow of his car stereo. “Let me look at you. All of you.”

Taking the hint, you reach around your back to take your bra off and playfully throw it right at him. He brushes it off the leather seat and it slides down to the floor, where you think you’ll leave it when he drops you off at the end of the night, just to give him something to remember you by.

You put your hands on your knees and slowly start pulling your legs apart, baring yourself to him completely. Steve’s eyes drop to the apex of your thighs, his hunger for you plain to see on his face, even in the mostly dark car.

One leg slips off the bench and you push the other one up, hooking your ankle over the headrest. You sigh, contented and warmed by his gaze, and your hands glide over your thighs, until they come to a stop on the lower part of your belly.

“Well, fuck,” Steve finally growls. “Pretty as a picture.”

Rushing forward, he’s on top of you in a flash, lips smashed together and his hands massaging your tits. His hips undulate against yours, the zipper of his fly catching your clit until you’re gasping and sighing into his mouth. You wrap your legs around his hips, the balls of your feet digging into his ass, pulling him closer into you until you’re sure that you must have soaked through the thick fabric of his jeans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you come like this, with his pants still on, but when Steve leans his forehead against yours so you can just make out his winning smile, you know that this was probably his intention all along.

His lips hit the corner of your mouth, then your chin, and then he starts kissing a trail down your body that’s still glowing until you feel his tongue circling one of your nipples before he takes it into his mouth and sucks on it.

Your hands shoot to the back of his head, your fingers tangling through the strands of his hair, and making sure he stays right where he is. He obliges, not moving until you pull him to your other breast, where he does the exact same thing.

Steve moves back and forth like this for a while until you can feel his fingers touching your clit which makes you pull on his hair harder than you had intended.

But it doesn’t seem to be nearly hard enough for Steve.

“Come on, baby. Pull,” he husks against your skin. You twist your fingers through the thick strands and do as he asks, but it’s still not good enough. “That’s all you got? Harder.”

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pull so hard that his cheek knocks into one of your breasts. You can feel the corner of his mouth that’s pressed against your skin curl up into a smile, obviously pleased. It makes you repeat the motion, only this time you pull him to the side until his chin is resting on your sternum.

“You want to guide me?” His hands slip underneath your thighs before you even manage to nod, fingers digging into your flesh. “Do it. I dare you.”

“Think that I won’t?”

“Oh no, I know you will,” he grins.

“You want me to tell you what to do?”

“You could. I might even listen.” Despite what he says, it’s painstakingly clear that he will do whatever you tell him to do. “Just figured that it would be more fun if you’d just yank on my hair until my lips are on your pussy.”

Shifting your hand to the top of his head, you push him down. His tongue darts out of his mouth and the tip of it touches your heated skin, creating a path as he’s on his way down.

When you can feel his breath hit your mound, you stop, just to see what he would do. Steve doesn’t move, but simply hovers above you, completely still and waiting for you to guide him the last few inches.

The last push is rough, your impatience showing once more, and now he’s completely level with your cunt. Whenever he exhales through his nose, you can feel it hitting your center and since his breath is a lot cooler than the heat that’s burning between your thighs, he makes you squirm with every outward breath.

The wait is agonizing and since he wanted you to be his guide, you briefly wonder whether you should just grab a handful of his hair and push his face down, but he takes you completely by surprise by spitting on you instead.

The loud moan that bursts from your lips surprises you both. You can feel his saliva dripping down and mixing with your own fluids.

“You like that?” He breathes against your thigh when he hazards a glance to look up at your face.  “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” you moan, “real good. Don’t stop, Steve.”

“I won’t.” He licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit with the flat of his tongue and your hips jerk upwards to chase his mouth when his tongue stops making contact with you. “I’ll give you what you want. Promise.”

“Counting on it.”

Steve practically dives in and devours you. His tongue hits all the right places, the tip of his nose making contact with your swollen clit whenever his mouth dips further down.

What he can do with his mouth is damn near sinful. He’s so good at eating you out that he has reduced you to nothing but sharp yelps and loud mewls in a matter of seconds.

He’s licking up every drop of your juices like a man starved, like you’re the never-ending dessert of a three course dinner, something that keeps regenerating and keeps making him hungry for more.

The pads of two of his fingers prod at your entrance, applying the slightest amount of pressure, just to make you aware of what he’s about to do, which provides a sharp contrast to the speed with which his tongue is batting at your clit.

“Please, Steve,” you cry out, begging already. “Need it so bad.”

There’s no reply, save from the slow slide of his fingers into your entrance. Your walls constrict them instantly, sucking them in deeper. Your back arches, pushing yourself away from the door, until his free hand presses down on your stomach to make sure you can’t move.

Since you can’t do much else, you grab at his hair and yank harder than before, until he moans against you and rams his fingers into you as far as they can go. He curls them up against your sweet spot until you’re gasping for air, jolts of electricity coursing from your cunt throughout your body. You can feel it all the way down to the tips of your curling toes.

“Oh, Steve,” you gasp when he covers your clit with his lips and sucks. Your thighs clench together, gripping his head between them. It makes him moan loudly and the added vibrations are what ultimately push you over the edge. “Ohgodohgodohhhh- Steve!”

Your climax hits you so suddenly that it’s almost as if Steve’s car just got hit by a truck and you’re seconds away from smashing straight through the windshield. You’re not, of course, but Steve makes you come so hard that it’s almost too easy to imagine.

Despite the fact that he’s just given you an earth-shattering climax, he’s still going, but you barely notice at first. You’re practically floating, soaring all the way up in seventh heaven, miles above the car, completely elsewhere as the aftershocks still pulsate through your body.

The muscles in your thighs are still shaking, Steve can feel them clench and unclench under his tight grip as he keeps them wide open. Your stomach keeps tightening as the waves of pleasure keep coming, your brain all fuzzy like you’ve just spent most of your evening getting high.

By the time that your head’s finally clear, in the process of shaking off the indescribable buzz, you become aware of what he’s doing, what he's still doing.

The sounds of pleasure quickly change to overstimulated whines instead. You try to push him away, but your muscles are made of jelly and he only proceeds to grip your thighs tighter, keeping them apart with so much force that you fear you’ll have neat little bruises where his fingers were digging into your flesh come morning.

The more noise you make, literally begging him to stop now because “you can’t” does nothing to stop him. If anything, it only makes him go at you harder, pushing his tongue as far into your quivering channel as he can, until you’re crying his name.

“Steve, Steve, Steveeeeee…”

Your voice breaks and you start keening, your fingers attempting to push him away and keep him right where he is at the same time. You swear that you can feel him smile against your abused pussy, but you’re so out of it that you can’t be entirely sure.

Steve manages to pull another climax out of you, tears it out of you kicking and screaming, dragging it out onto the surface after he had been digging deep for it, knowing full well that you had another one left in you.

This time, he lets you go and you crumple into the door, chest heaving and your brow covered in a sheen of sweat. You’re past speech, your throat dry as parchment because you couldn’t stop chanting his name as Steve made your insides burn hotter than a forest fire.

Through blurry vision, you can just about make out that Steve sits down next to you, but you can feel one of his hands on your ankle, fingers lightly wrapped around it and his thumb making the same circular motions as earlier while you come down from your high.

When you look up, the roof of the car appears to be swimming with stars. You can still see them behind your eyelids when you squeeze your eyes shut. Steve gave you a climax of such epic proportions that you don’t even have to tilt your head back to be able to look out the window to see the clear sky, which would no doubt be dotted with very real twinkling stars.

Steve had no idea that it was one of your favorite things to do on a cloudless night. He actually brought the night sky into the car, just like he said he would, and it made you smile to yourself.

“What are you smiling about?” Upon hearing his voice, you stop looking up and you blink a few times to clear your vision before you look at him. “Hm?”

“Nothing,” you reply, because admitting to what had happened seemed silly somehow.

“Didn’t look like nothing.” You can tell that he wants to press on so you sit up, press yourself against his side, lean your head against his shoulder and rest your hand on his hip. “Don’t want to talk, huh?”

“Don’t think I could if I wanted to,” you admit.

“That good?”

“Steve, I think that the words ‘you rocked my world’ don’t even do it justice, even if that’s exactly what happened.”

“Cheesy,” he laughs and you can feel his lips on the crown of your head. “Good thing that I like cheesy.”

The two of you sit like this for a short while and you listen to his steady breathing. You desperately want to repay the favor, want to make Steve see the same stars as you did, and he seems to sense it.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says in a low voice, “so quit breaking your pretty little head over it.”

“I know,” you reply. “But I want to.”

“Okay.”

His answer is short and simple, making it perfectly clear that there are no expectations. He’d take you home if you asked him to, but you would much rather stay here. You don’t want to go anywhere else just yet.

You start out slow, by kissing his upper arm and then his shoulder. Moving to sit on your knees for better access, your lips move from his neck until you’re peppering kisses all along his jaw. Steve doesn’t move, he merely watches you and lets you do whatever you want.

Reaching for his jaw, you turn his head in your direction so you can kiss him full on the lips. He plays along perfectly, allowing you to give him languid kisses, with his eyes wide open so he can keep following your every move.

Your hand moves from his neck down over his chest, skimming over his skin, until your fingers reach the top of his jeans. You pop the button with ease, pull down the zip, and before he knows it, you’ve slipped your hand inside so you can palm his length over his boxer shorts.

“I was going to tell you to take as long as you need, but if you keep touching me like that-” His sentence ends abruptly and with a sharp hiss, all because you squeezed him a little. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” you giggle and proceed to do it once more. You can feel his cock growing more firm against your palm. “Couldn’t help it.”

“Oh really?” he says, knowing you were teasing. You laugh again and this time he manhandles you until you’re laying underneath him. You eagerly pull his jeans down until they’re pulled underneath his ass. Your eyes drift down to his boxers and you can literally see him straining away against the cotton fabric. “I think that this is going to be a long night, honey.”

“Oh no.” Reaching for him one more time, you find him hard as a rock. There’s only one final cloth barrier between you now and soon that too will be gone. “Whatever shall I do?”

“Little brat,” he groans right before you finally push his boxers down. You finally look down, curious, and your eyes nearly roll out of your skull when you catch sight of his cock. Your hand moves slowly, tentative, until your fingers touch his velvety shaft. “A very long night,” he promises with a soft moan.

“I sure hope so,” you whisper back. “I could stay out all night.”

“Tempting,” Steve replies. He holds himself up with his arm and it makes his long hair hang in your face like a curtain.

It makes a grin appear on your lips, making you think back to how this started, with you looking at his long hair across the room and trying to stop yourself from staring. You can’t stop looking at it now, at those silky strands and how they sway back and forth, tickling your face, clinging to your damp forehead, and you don’t know if you could ever stop staring.

You don’t want to stop staring. Not for tonight at least. And for however long he’ll allow you to keep looking at him after this night…

#stranger things fic #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #mar writes

[isa-loves-you]

Telling People, You're a couple. | The Group Chat Head canons | Pt.2

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Soft willy- you and nick have been dating for almost 2 months now. It's still crazy to you that you have this man, I mean come one look at him he is the definition of what everyone wants to be or be with. respectful, good height, nice built, the funniest person you have ever met, sweet and caring nick was all these things; which is why you were kinda scared of telling people you were a couple.

It's not like you were the most horrible person to look at but you in your mind you just thought you were okay nothing special just your average joe, but to nick you were the most beautiful person he'd ever met so of course he wanted to show everyone how special he is to have you in his life. Ever since you guys started dating he's been trying to get your approval to tell his fans but you still felt a little anxious on the idea so nicked eventually stopped asking to respect your decision. 

One day you and nick were at a burger place eating lunch talking about his new album. “I don't know what I really want for the cover but I was kinda thinking if you would be able to pose for it?” Nick said looking hopeful at you “Nick I don't know, what if people connect the dots? I'm already on most of the tracks. It would be weird if I am also on the cover.”. He had to admit it would be kinda obvious but that was the whole point, he was happy that you were there to help accomplish the album and it would just be even more awesome if he got to see your face on the front of it all

“Here your refill sir” the waitress interrupted yours and nick conversation with a smile “oh thanks” “if you need anything, and i mean anything else just let me know” the waitress was basically eye fucking nick while saying her little beg of attention from nick. This mad you fucking livid like who  does she think she is talking to a random man like this and in front of his girlfriend out of all people.

“Thanks but i'm good” Nick let out an uncomfortable laugh while trying not to look at her anymore. You had to admit this girl was pretty but you were definitely better looking than her and that's all you needed in the moment to make a decision that went against your words. “You know what?I will pose for the cover "what do i have to hide” for the rest of the day. Nick couldn't stop thanking you and asking if you were sure about this but you already agreed and can't go back on it now.

Two weeks later you and Nick were drinking and  trying to think of all the different types of ways to take pictures. Since the songs on the album were based off of video games more specifically the games you could only play on the Nintendo DS you came up with  the idea of taking them on a DS. After three hours  later you and Nick finally captured the right picture to put on the album.

A couple of days passed, and Nick had posted the cover as a promotion which was the picture of you on a DS with a bold light blue font that read “Digital Dreams”. 

(This is sorta what I was going for. obvious if you don't like it you can totally imagine something else. Also credit to whoever these beautiful people are , I am jealous.)

In the caption of the post Nick had credited all the people who worked on the album including you but did it a completely different way. “I also want to thank my amazing partner for helping me throughout the process and even being on the album front and in the song @ ur username  i love you.”

You were surprised at the amount of people who were so supportive of you guys, of course there were some people who weren't, but you couldn't care. You were just happy that Nick was happy.

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Larry-  you were getting some food for you and Larry because he said he hasn't eaten all day. You and Larry have been dating for almost a month and it was the best thing that has happened to you in a while. Everyday with him was so much fun and the group was accepting of you for dating their friend.

You had gotten him and you something small because Nick and Tanner wanted you and Larry to go with them to dinner later but since Larry didn't eat you just grabbed something while you were out so he wouldn't be so hungry later. You had stepped into the house looking for Larry but he was in his room doing the podcast with the others.

You knocked on his door which he called out for you to open “dude you didn't have to do that thank you so much” “no problem it wasn't a bother to me”. You walked up to his desk to set the food down “hi everyone” you waved to all of the boys in the call which they waved back. 

You stood there for a couple more minutes talking to them before you left to go be on your phone and leave them back with their work. Almost 45 minutes later Nick, Larry, and Tanner came out so you guys could go to dinner and have a fun night out. 

You woke up the next morning in Larry's bed since you didn't want to drive home  last night. You see Larry at his desk looking at the podcast comments, you walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder “so do they love me” you let out a small laugh. “They love you alright, it seems like they love you more than me” “well in that case switch me jobs, i would love to make dumb jokes all day “. you guys shared a laugh and a few more while looking at the comments. You were glad that the people who loved him were happy that he was with you.

#isaacwhy #larry croft #softwilly x reader #tgc #the group chat #the group chat podcast #tooyumi #yumi #yumi tgc #yumi x reader #big t #larrycroft x reader

[sweet-villain]

She~ Joseph Quinn 

katberk asked:

Got another one for you whenever you have time cause your writing is just keeping me going! ❤️ Love you lots!!!

In an interview Joseph talks about how his wife who also plays his love interest taught him how to play Master of Puppets for season 4

Just imagine him gushing

Author's Note : Aw, you're the sweetest, love you too lovely <3

Joseph watches as you dance around the kitchen in his shirt and some sweats holding a spatula. He was in awe of your beauty and can't believe he had found his person.

You two met on the set of Stranger Things, you played as Eddie Munson love interest and Robin Buckley's sister. From the moment that Joe had set his eyes on you, he was smitten. He had to have you.

" Hi I'm Y/N, you're Joseph right? he remembers the sound of your voice the first time you spoken to him. He nods with a smile on his face, but continues causing you to giggle. He blushed, feeling embarrassed.

" That's me, but call me Joe" when you shook his hand, you looked at it as if it was out of ordinary to shake hands. He waited but instead gasped as you pulled him into a hug.

" Hugs are more my style" Joe had the biggest smile since then and you were the reason behind it.

" Joe?" you called out to him bringing out of his thoughts, he made a" mhm" sound causing you to giggle. It was like the first day you met him and he heard that giggle. His favorite sound, " can you get the plates?" he nodded his head heading over the kitchen cabinet and taking out two white plates setting them besides you. He made his way behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his head on your shoulder.

Hugging you from behind was one of his favorite things.

You looked at him over his shoulder as he had his eyes closed, his hands on your hips feeling the softness of your skin and a smile on his face that you loved so much whenever you saw it. His brown eyes opened just in time to see you staring at him, " What is it lovely?" he asks, squeezing your hips and playfully bumping his hips against your ass.

" Nothing Joe, you're just beautiful" he hide his face in your shoulder feeling the redness of his cheeks hearing the compliment.

" Thank you, sweetheart but your beauty is nothing compared to silly me" you smiled, setting the food on the plate as your hand reached for his on your hips. You raised it to your lips, kissing his finger tips.

" Go eat, lover boy. You have an interview to get to soon" you offered his plate to him, he thanked you with a kiss on your nose as he took it happily walking to the table. There was a little bop to his step making some of his curls bounce.

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You were writing things to get from the grocery store in your notebook when you heard him being asked about you.

" Y/N is my wonder woman, my little fire cracker" you chuckled at the new nickname. He calls you that only because of the adventurous side you had, always planing to go somewhere and getting ideas which Joseph loved.

" She is out of this world, and any lucky person to be in her life as I am, is the luckiest person to have such a treasure as her. She's the funniest, prettiest, smartest, creativity is out of this world" he laughs, one of your favorite sounds continue to listen, " such a great listener, we always have fun wherever we go, she make me at easy, she is patient, loving and caring. Her personality is one of the best"

He continues to talk about you gushing how over the moon in love with you he is and then you smirk hearing him talk about the solo he had playing " Master Of Puppets" in Stranger Things.

" I haven't been playing much, but this time for my character I had to learn this song and Y/N was the whole reason behind it. She taught me how to play. When I first saw her play her guitar and on set, she had surprised everyone how well she played, it was magic and I couldn't wrap my mind that this is the woman that I was going to marry one day"

Your mouth dropped open hearing that he was going to marry you one day. Stomach filled with butterflies hearing him talk about you in a way filled with nothing but love.

You love this man so much.

" When I met Metallica, I brought her along and the way she was gushing about how they were her inspiration to learning the guitar, made me happier than I ever been. Listening to her talk, sharing stories and telling me her favorite moments and things, is always one of many things I love about her. She is an extraordinary woman"

You set the notebook down covering your mouth as your heart fluttered. He was gushing about you and could never have enough of you. Yes you were totally going to marry this man and have his babies.

" Every scene I did with her on set will always be my favorite, it will always be Eddie and Y/C/N ( your character's name). You can just tell we had the best chemistry from the start. Even the rest of the cast kept asking if this was my person. I told them it was. She always will be"

You had made up your mind when you were going to see him, you had been dating him for a couple of months and couldn't wait to call him your husband. You were going to ask him and beat him to it. You had to.

" Jamie even told me that if I didn't marry her soon, he would take my place" he laughed. You giggled shaking your head. Jamie's friendship with Joe is one of your favorite things. Those two teased the fans so much and you loved every minute of it.

Jamie always joked that you would share Joseph with him since the beginning of their friendship.

" as long as I get him Mondays- Friday's, he is all yours" you joked to him and he agreed, laughing with you.

When the interview had finished, Joe walked out the door and stopped seeing you. His cheeks were red, and he looked at the ground thinking you heard him gush about you.

" Did you hear all of that?" he points behind him at the room. You giggled, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him.

" I did, you are so whipped" He laughed, shaking his head leaning his forehead on yours. " So what if I am? You're all mine, sweetheart"

" I am" you kiss his cheek but pulled away to look him in those beautiful brown eyes.

" Marry me?" you asked, his mouth a jar as he cupped your face with both his hands. " Are you serious?" you nod.

" Oh sweetheart, you know I will say yes but let me do it properly. I wanna ask you" a pout appears on your lips as you playfully whine. He pokes your nose and then kisses it, " Please let me do it."

You nod agreeing him, but playfully joked, " I mean if not soon, Jamie might beat you to it."

Joseph laughs, shaking his head. " He wishes"

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #jewls writes

[beanieman]

A Very Specific Scenario That Reminds Me Of YTTD Characters But I Don't Elaborate On Why

Sara Chidouin - You're at the library looking for a book that calls to you. There's no specific genre or title you're looking for, just a sense of wanting something to read. Standing between the shelves, you spot some friends looking for a book. They greet you with a wave before you group up for a joint search. The idea seemed great until you get kicked out of the library for causing a disturbance.

Joe Tazuna - You tell a joke in a crowded room. Everyone laughs and looks at you like you're the funniest person in the vicinity. You'll spend the rest of your life chasing that high.

Gin Ibushi - A stray cat approaches you on the street. It's fluffy body rubs against your leg as it happily purrs in affection. For a moment you think it wants to go home with you, then you recall the leftover sandwich you have in your bag from lunch. You throw a part of the meat to the cat and it runs off with it quickly. You'd be offended if you weren't so amused.

Keiji Shinogi - You people watch as you sit on the park bench. You see a couple walking their dog walking hand in hand. You hear siblings loudly arguing about who will get the front seat. You taste smoke as a woman walks by with a cigarette, her hoodie looking made out of a soft fabric you can imagine the texture of. You smell cheap cologne as a man passes through. He meets your eyes and nods as if he understands what you're doing. It's the most relaxing part of the day.

More Undercut

Alice Yabusame - After seeing a picture of someone attractive online, you decide to cut your hair to mirror their style. The scissors are gripped tightly in your hand as you raise the blade to the strands of hair you no longer want to have. As the first cut removes a chunk of hair, you gasp to yourself, realizing you didn't mean to take off quite so much. Your next step is to quickly Google the names of hairstylists in your area, hoping one of them will have an appointment open for tomorrow.

Reko Yabusame - An energetic song plays over the car radio as you drive toward your road trip destination. Friends sit in the seats beside you sharing inside jokes and telling stories you've all created together. A part of you can't wait to get there and see what adventures await you, another wishes the moment would never end.

Nao Egokoro - You're a child on a summer afternoon who's been playing the pool for hours. The water is pleasantly warm, and your hair reeks of chlorine as the adult present asks if you want a popsicle. A grin races across your face as you enthusiastically request your favorite flavor.

Kazumi Mishima - You find an old journal tucked away in your dresser that you decide to read. You see the words and know they were yours, but they no longer belong to you. The version of you that wrote those logs is long gone as you've changed into a different person through the years. The realization couldn't be more bittersweet.

Q-taro Burgerberg - You struggle to lift the large box from the floor, your arms aching as the weight resists your grasp. You're about to give up and let someone else complete the task when a stranger greets you with a friendly smile and offers help. With their assistance, the box is moved with ease, their presence only lasting a brief moment longer as they wave goodbye and continue with their day. You still think of them from time to time.

Kai Satou - It's your first time cooking a new dish. Ingredients are laid out on the counter along with a recipe you plan to follow step by step. You're excited to try something new and nervous about what could go wrong. Even still, you do your best, and despite a few small mistakes, you're able to make a wonderful meal that makes you proud.

Kanna Kizuchi - The night should be dark, but you see a small light hovering by your face as the humid summer air engulfs you. You hold your hand out and let the small firefly land on your palm. It glows a vibrant light that makes you feel like a small child once more catching fireflies with your brother until your Mother calls you inside. You're torn from the memory when the bug flies off your hand toward the other lights shining vibrantly like a star.

Shin Tsukimi - You take a nap in the late afternoon and don't wake up until the moon is high in the sky. After a brief period of confusion, you walk through your house for a glass of water and realize everyone else went to bed long ago. You're the only one awake and decide to play on your phone until sunrise or sleep greets you. The bright light of your device illuminates your face as you open an app and start to scroll.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Your finger hovers over the send button as you look down at the text and read the message you wrote once more. It's a simple line of "Hey. How are you?" meant for a friend that faded from your life with time. A thousand questions and worries race through your mind as you wonder if it's worth sending, before eventually deciding against it.

Naomichi Kurumada - You settle into your seat at the theater for a movie you've looked forward to seeing since it was announced. The lights dim and you look up to the screen in joy as the title card flickers in. You glace at the people around you and they all share the same excited energy.

Anzu Kinashi - Your friend recommends you a new media that seems like it would be your thing. You only have to indulge in this media for a little bit to understand that this is going to be something that sticks with you. A rush of excitement pulses through your brain as you text friend to say how much you enjoyed it before looking for fandom content.

Mai Tsurugi - It's a major holiday and your family hosts. You wake up with the scent of food wafting through the air and the sound of a Hallmark movie is playing in the living room. You jump out of bed to help in the kitchen with a giddy feeling you only have at certain times of the year.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - You cross another item off your to do list as the late afternoon arrives and you aren't done with your chores. There's plenty left to do, and a frustrated sigh leaves your lips at the realization you're getting very little down time today.

Hinako Mishuku - Jack-o-lanterns cover the street as kids excitedly knock on each door looking a trick or treat. You put on your costume to greet them and hand out the candy they desire. Once the last child has left into the night you turn on your tv and flick through the various scary movies playing to decide which one will thrill you with scares tonight.

#This Is A Writing Exercise Before I Have To Do Something Similar For Class #YTTD #ranmaru kageyama #naomichi kurumada #Anzu Kinashi #mai tsurugi #shunsuke hayasaka #hinako mishuku #Shin Tsukimi #q taro burgerberg #Reko Yabusame #Nao Egokoro #Gin Ibushi #Kai Satou #Alice Yabusame #Joe Tazuna #sara chidouin #kanna kizuchi #keiji shinogi

[talenlee]

Goncharov Card Game Concepting

I am tired and my brain hurts and I am exhausted as I try try try to make graphic work for Bloodwork happen. The website is down and up and down again and that’s maddening as hell, and the dog is weird and the dishwasher’s replaced and aaaaaa so what I decided to was exorcise a brain worm about a Goncharov card game.

At the moment the prototype starts with an ordinary deck of playing cards, face cards removed. Face cards are your character, which get played face down in front of you, and we’ll get into what that means. At the start of the game, you deal everyone a face down character card from the available options, and your character determines what you value, and the kind of scenes you want to have.

Then you shuffle the numbers, every player draws one card, and you start the drafting.

The gameplay loop goes:

You draw two cards.

From two of the three cards in your hand, you shuffle, then pick one to present to another player face down, one face up.

You’re going to get to do this to every single player once each round – so you get to make choices that way.

That player picks one of the cards, face down or face up, and adds them to the set in front of them, in columns to represent each player who’s given them a choice.

You get the other card, in a corresponding column.

Once you have a card in your column, you can look at it!

During this period, you can talk about what you shared and why, and you can even lie about what you were handed.

You’re trying to collect different kind of scenes with different people – Icepick Joe wants to have a violent scene with everyone, Andrei wants to try and share romance and violence with Goncharov and gets no points for scenes with Katya, but can make mileage out of scenes with Sofia.

That’s the basic engine. Next question:

How big is this game?

If there are fifteen cards in the deck, then you get to give every player a round of sending drafts, but they don’t get a round of receiving each. At the minimum play experience, for five players, one round of drafting fully means that each player should have 2x the number of players cards, meaning that the minimum card pool gets bigger quick. In five players, each player gets 8 cards, plus one extra, per round, so that’s 45 cards to start with.

That means a normal deck of cards is just barely big enough to have everyone have a scene with everyone else, but also, everyone gets two scenes with everyone.

There’s also a matter of information leakage. There’s a reason players are goin to want to hoover up cards of a particular type. Also, this could be made Fantasy Realms style, or Tussie Mussie style where every card has a simple mechanic on it that makes other cards better, with your character card represents a single big advantage – Goncharov may get a bonus point for each suit he can collect, Katya may get bonuses for every heart she has, Mario may want diamonds, that kind of thing.

Similarly, cards can be character specific, and therefore, you might have a reason to want to keep something in hand. Like hey, this card says Katya and Sofia get 2 points? Well, maybe that stays in your hand because you’re playing Icepick Joe. But maybe you could offer it to someone else when you see the players you think are Katya and Sofia are in last place, and therefore bum them with a dead draft.

That’s the basic idea.

Now here’s the funniest thing here:

With 45 cards at base, and 7 cards for characters, the game gets to look like a 52 card deck of cards, and a maximum of 5 players. So the mechanical limits for a very simple draft game are right there in a standard deck size.

The problem is:How do I get art for this.

There’s a ton of cool as fuck fanart for Goncharov. There’s definitely an aesthetic for it too! It’s so mangled and weird and ostensibly uncreated, there’s a case to be made for using stock art for it, maybe. Or a particular film aesthetic, maybe, and instead abstracting everything. But there are some symbols that are seen as very important to Goncharov, like the clocks.

One of the things I love about Goncharov as a memeplex is that the artistic representation of these intense scenes deserve to be platformed. I want people to see them and enjoy them and I think it’d be amazing to make a card game that looked like them.

But also: I can’t print cards for free! I can’t make this game and distribute physical copies of it for free (like, literally, I can’t afford it). And the overlap of Goncharov fans and card game fans? Probably not necessarily huge! And you can’t go to a fanartist ‘hey can I pay you for the rights to your fanart’ when it’s not really fanart, it’s original art that just happens to somehow all have a shared corpus of inspiration. What’s more the most iconic piece of Goncharov art is something the artist has more or less said ‘go nuts’ about, but it’s transformative art of a bunch of other posters so I’m not sure how far it gets me from the actual generative art discussion!

At the same time, man, man, it seems so close to attainable. The Goncharov poster style, the entirely arbitary name of the game, the lore and fiction, it’s already meant to be an homage to the greatest mafia movie ever made, rather than anything that anyone could actually account for.

Am I going to get sued by a bootleg shoe company?And if I ignore the inspiration, what’s left? An interesting emotionally complex mafia movie kind of game generator, but it somehow feels so much more artificial to imagine I’m a fan of any of those that I’m not actually that into. Mafia movies aren’t my thing, I don’t think.

But I do love Goncharov.

Weird.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#goncharov #unreality #Games #Making

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Chocolate Kisses

Repost from my original blog: sohoneyspreadyourwings.

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Joe Liebgott, you knight in a shining yellow cab.

This was, quite possibly, the worst date you had ever been on in your entire life. You had been sitting at a restaurant table for nearly an hour as Tom, your date, drolled on and on about whatever popped into his head.

You’d tried, more than once, to turn the conversation around into something you both could talk about, but he managed to make it all about him every time. You found yourself finishing off the last of your drink before making eye contact with your sympathetic waitress, Doris.

As nonchalantly as you could, you wrote down a name and number on a napkin and handed it to her, as she walked over to refill your drinks. She gave you a curious look, but took the napkin and made her way back towards the bar. You could only hope that she would do you the favor.

“Don’t you think that’s just the funniest thing?”

You plastered on a smile, and let out a laugh. “Oh, just the funniest,” you remarked, though you were more than sure you had house plants funnier than him.

“Excuse me.”

You looked up at your waitress who was giving you a knowing smile.

“You’ve had a call, it seems that there has been a minor emergency, and you’re needed. A cab’s been called for you. It should be here any minute.”

Nearly jumping out of your chair with glee, you mustered up the most regretful face you could manage.

“Oh, Tom, I’m so sorry,” you said softly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tom grinned at you in a way that only made you want to gag, “We can just take a rain check.”

Standing up quickly, you stood up and gave him one last smile, not bothering to acknowledge his last statement.

Practically running towards the door, the waitress, Doris, caught up with you.

“Here, it’s on the house. Anyone who had to suffer through an hour with him more than deserves it. Your fella should be outside by now,” Doris placed a small box in your hand, giving you a wink before she left.

You glanced down at the box for only a moment, before stepping outside. A cold breeze blew past you, though you never shivered. Years of being in the Bay area had numbed you to its colder weather.

Stepping onto the curb, you found yourself smiling as a familiar yellow cab made a stop in front of you.

“You going my way, Doll?” Cigarette dangling from his lips, Joe gave you a boyish smile, that made you forget all about the cold breeze nipping at your skin.

You couldn’t help the laughter that tumbled from your lips as you watched Joe lean over the passenger seat to open the door.

“Always the charmer,” you teased as you buckled into the car.

Joe shrugged at you, giving you a smile that set your heart a flutter. “You love it,” he drolled out. “Besides, if you called me that means I gotta make up for the shit show that went on in there.”

“Joe,” you warned half heartedly.

“What?” He took a drag of his cigarette before glancing at you. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea to go out with that putz.”

“He wasn’t-” you tried your best to deny Joe’s statement because your date was horrible, but Joe didn’t need the ego boost at being right. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, really? Should I turn around then? ‘Cause I could -”

“Don’t you dare.”

Joe let out a loud laugh, his thumbs gleefully drumming along the steering wheel.

“You were right, okay? It was God awful,” Joe’s eyes met yours and you didn’t bother to stop the laughter that escaped you. “Fuck, it was bad,” you managed to say through your laughter. “Thank you though, for coming to get me.”

“Couldn’t just let you suffer could I? ‘Sides, I gotta better plan.”

“And what exactly is this plan?”

“Would you just have a little trust in me? Have I ever led you astray?”

You opened your mouth to refute his statement when he cut you off, “Don’t answer that. Just trust me will you?”

Making a show of clamping your mouth shut, you enjoyed the way Joe playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“That’s more like it,” he muttered before turning on the radio. Music softly played in the car as you enjoyed the drive.

Things were always easy with Joe, before and after the war. Being with him was like coming home. It was safe, comfortable, something you always looked forward too. He was wrong about one thing, you did trust him implicitly.

“Alright, we’re here.”

You sat upright, peering through the windshield to see the Golden Gate bridge in all its glory.

“Joe -”

“You’re always goin’ on about how much you like it, so I figured, ya know, why not give you a better view?”

Joe was anxiously drumming his fingers along the steering wheel as he looked off towards the bridge. He pulled out another cigarette from his shirt pocket, letting out a sigh when the lighter wouldn’t work.

“If ya hate it, I can turn the car around -”

“I love it, really, Joe. Thank you.” You reached over, taking his hand in yours. Joe ducked his head down, trying to hide his smile.

“So, you gonna tell me what’s in the box?”

“Hm?” You looked down at the box sitting in your lap. “I dunno actually. The waitress handed it to me before I left. Here,” you said handing it to him.

Joe eagerly took the box from you. “Ooh! Chocolate!”

You peered over to see a thick slice of chocolate cake. “Well, go on, eat it,” you laughed as he dug around the box for a plastic utensil.

“You want some?” Joe asked you before stuffing his face with a large piece of cake.

“You eat it. There’s only one fork anyways,” you reasoned.

“I could always feed it to ya,” he teased. Joe was smirking at you in a way that made his statement feel like a dare.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Feed it to me then,” you challenged.

Nearly choking on a piece of the cake, he looked at you in an astonishing way. He recovered quickly, tongue poking at his cheek as stuck a piece of the cake with his fork.

“Open wide, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but did so nonetheless. Joe’s eyes never left your lips, as he delicately fed you the cake. If it had been anyone other than him you would have felt mortified, but with Joe, you felt at ease - confident even.

Licking your lips, you hummed in appreciation. “You’re right that is a good cake.”

Joe’s hadn’t moved, instead his eyes stayed on you.

“What?”

“Nuthin’. You just, you got a piece of chocolate there,” Joe reached over and wiped a piece of chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

You felt frozen in your seat, hyper aware of Joe’s movements. His face drew closer to yours, and you swore you could hear your heart hammering away in your chest.

“Did you get it?” You asked breathlessly.

“Almost,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. With one fell swoop, he kissed you. Kissing Joe was had you always imagined it to be, intense but playful, charming yet sweet, the epitome of Joe himself.

When he pulled away, you couldn’t fight the smile that had infectiously spread across your face. You licked your lips, relishing in the way Joe was left uncharacteristically speechless.

“If you don’t finish it, I will,” you teased.

“We still talkin’ ‘bout the cake here?” He smirked, shifting in his seat a bit to get a better look at you.

“You tell me,” you drolled.

Joe let out a laugh, before leaning forward once more capturing your lips with his.

#joe liebgott x reader #joe liebgott imagine #joe liebgott imagines #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader

[evil8keta]

Hoe your doing alright:D

Can i have the mercs reacting to the reader making dumb jokes like "OMG YOU HAVE LIGMA.." "LIGMA BALLZ🤣‼️" LMFAO SORRY IF ITS WEIRD😇

mercs x reader who has ligma

SCOUT

- thinks you're hilarious asf and literally bursts into laughter whenever you use a yo mama joke on somebody. however when you use a joke like that on him he stops laughing immediately and looks at you with a straight face.... like how DARE YOU do this to him. also he's definetely gonna unknowingly copy you so now there's two people in the base making annoying jokes. yay

PYRO

- they do NOT understand any of your jokes and they don't even bother asking you to explain. pyro is just glad to see you happy so chances are they're going to laugh with you, even if they don't know WHY lol. they just like seeing you laugh yknow!!!

SOLDIER

- like pyro, he does NOT understand the joke. you're gonna have to explain it to him in great detail but after that he's gonna laugh. VERY LOUDLY. this cycle repeats everytime you use one of your epic awesome jokes. he asks you what it means, you explain, he laughs. "CADET! EXPLAIN!" (insert painfully long explanation that even someone like soldier can understand) "HAHAHA! THAT IS VERY FUNNY" it sounds sarcastic over text but this is his honest reaction i promise

HEAVY

- ohhh PLEASE don't use these jokes on heavy please look at this poor man. look at him. bro is just chilling, eating a sandvich.... are you really going to ruin his day with a candace joke?? /hj no but fr he's gonna be SO confused. like he does understand the punchline, but WHY do you find this funny? everytime you make a joke like that in front of him there's just one big cartoony question mark next to his head...

DEMOMAN

- loves you fr fr, like genuinely he thinks you're the funniest person EVER. doesn't matter if you use these jokes on him or on someone else, demo's gonna bend over laughing and slap his knee like that was the smartest joke he's ever heard. you received the title of his "funny friend", so everytime he invites you and the others to drink he boasts about how funny you are and how everyone needs to see for themselves

ENGINEER

- ohh he also loves you and your jokes, he's just not very vocal about it. he's smart so he gets the punchline immediately, and after a while of you saying these jokes to him, he's gonna get pretty good at guessing the patterns. engie even thinks of new jokes for you to use like DAMN you got yourself a professional joke composer

MEDIC

- surprisingly?? he finds your jokes hilarious?? he's old and insane but funnily enough your deez nuts jokes make this doctor giggle. he likes quoting your jokes when he's operating on other people, it really makes the surgery go by quicker! :D he will also boast about you to his patients. "oh yes zhey are SO funny you just have to meet zhem!" he says as he accidentally puts the liver of someone else into the wrong body. AGAIN

SPY

- HATES your jokes, he thinks they're annoying. also he's too smart to fall for them so i recommend to just give up on him. everytime you try to say something funny spy just scoffs and pretends to ignore you smh. BUT, whenever you use a ligma joke on scout and he falls for it, spy laughs. like bro is not even trying to be subtle, he just starts cackling. was it your joke that made him laugh or was it scout's stupidity? who knows. but he DID laugh

SNIPER

- hates your jokes, like ACTUALLY hates them. one time, back when you two weren't that close yet, he even pointed his kukri at you because you kept saying amogus or something. that's in the past though, he's a changed man. whenever you want to joke with him now he just looks you dead in the eye like "...you're going to say joe mama, aren't you". he loves you tho, so he DOES tolerate your epic awesome jokes.....FOR NOW!

#team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #headcanons #keta writes

[lazyrants]

Defeeted (prod 103)

Original airdate: August 16, 2004

Story by Scott Gray

Written by Noah Zachary, Mani Svavarrson, Magnus Scheving, Scott Gray

Directed by Magnus Scheving

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, Heather Asch, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess

This is the second episode of LazyTown that aired on the same day as the first one. All in all a very early and flawed episode.

The episode begins with some amazing aerobics from Sportacus while he.. tries to brush his teeth. My lord, he is so extra. And it is so cool! How everyone can see those jumps and flips that Magnus, Joe and Dyri did and not like them is beyond me.

Anyways, it's a new day in LazyTown and everyone has seem to forgotten everything Sportacus had tought them in the last episode. They take him for granted and don't care. Anyways, Stephanie is in her room writing in her diary, bored. Milford asks what is wrong and Stephanie tells him that nobody is playing outside. Milford knows what just to do (rely on Sportacus). He gives Sportacus a letter saying 'I need your help'. Sportacus rides the airship to LazyTown, but not before doing a flip into his chair.. and landing the wrong way. LazyTown is the pinnacle of comedy.

Milford talks to Sportacus, telling him something terrible has happened. Sportacus tries guessing four times what has happened, and all his guesses are lethal natural disasters. LOL! This is funny. Anyways, Milford tells him about the whole thing with not wanting to play outside and he asks Sportacus to get the kids excited with a sport like he did last year at the Sportacular Spectacle Day. Now, excuse ME, but didn't Sportacus arrive in LazyTown, like, one episode ago? The continuity of this show's first season kills me sometimes, like when a clip from Soccer Sucker (episode 24) is played in Dear Diary (episode 16).

Anyways, Robbie is as usual, angry about Sportacus, so he looks into his periscope and finds the sign Milford has put up. Robbie reminisces about how Sportacular Spectacle Day was a day full of pie eating contests and diving into chocolate syrup. He then admires his newest invention - "THE FEET CRAZER MAKER 6000!!" Then he plays with the remote control, calls it beautiful until it kicks him in the face and he falls onto the ground. I. Love. This. Show.

He then gets up from the floor and wears his newest disguise - Rob U Blind, a salesman with ridiculous ways. Now we are in Pixel's house with Ziggy and Stephanie. Ziggy is hyping the event up. He is ridiculously excited. Steph is curious. And french fry hair boy is playing a video game and insulting Ziggy in between rounds.

Sportacus is on the soccer field practicing his amazing move (kicking a soccer ball while doing a backflip). Robbie is walking to him and almost gets hit in the face by the ball. Anyways, he walks up to him and plays the funniest sequence of this episode.

Robbie asks Sportacus if he has ever thought "Boy, my shoes are sure full of slimy smelly goo!"? Sportacus of course says no. THEN Robbie pours slimy smelly goo all over his shoes. Robbie then (pretends to) cleans the shoes with the Shoe Cleaner 6000, and once he is finished, he swipes the shoes and gives Sportacus the Feet Crazer Maker. What's funny is that Sportacus is not having any of it (and Robbie is also pretty hilarious).

So, anyways, after that, it is time for Sportacus to perform his epik move!1!111!1!1!!, but Robbie has the remote control and plays with Sportacus, making his "feet go cuckoo!" -Sportacus. Everyone is worried and confused, except Robbie who is enjoying every single moment of it. It's so unintenionally funny. Sportacus just looks insane. I also love Milford's "reaction" to getting kicked in the head. Could be the cause for his stupidness in the later seasons?

Now Sportacus is on a bench trying to get his feet to go back to normal while Milford and Bessie are just sitting there and questioning if that was supposed to happen. It's so funny. One of the possibly craziest events in LazyTown just happened and they're so quiet about it, especially the man who got KICKED IN THE HEAD. Anyways, back to Stephanie and the gang, who are using multiple methods to try and get him back to normal while performing "Always a Way", a.k.a ONE OF THE BEST LAZYTOWN SONGS IN EXISTENCE. THIS SONG IS A TREASURE AND I WILL GO BRUCE LEE MODE ON ANYONE WHO DISAGREES. It's inspirational and a head banger (well at least the radio edit).

Now Robbie shows up on stage in his LazyCus costume and performs an amazing move (attempting the splits and falling down and failing terribly)! Milford and Bessie aren't really all that impressed, but LazyCus convinces them by saying that they don't have a superhero anymore.

Cue Sportacus coming on in stage with the gang, doing a handstand. He then fails and flails his feet around. Fortunately, french fry hair boy is behind Robbie while he drops his gadget off the stage and turns it off, and the shoes go flying off.. and Robbie runs off stage in such a cartoony way it is hilarious..

Sportacus stands up normally, but he doesn't know where his shoes are. Robbie runs back on stage to give him the Feet Crazer Makers, but french fry hair boy stops him and tells him to put them on. Robbie declines but Pixel comes back with the classic 'unless-you're-afraid' argument. Ooh, snap! He ends up putting them on, acting like everything is fine, but then Pixel turns the gadget on.

Then his feet go cuckoo and everybody laughs at his pain as he falls down and gets his foot stuck in a bin.. I would too. Anyways, somehow Stephanie gains hold of the real shoes and cleans them up. He puts them on and Bessie throws him a ball to do his epik !!111!!!!111 trick. He performs it, the ball almost hits Robbie again, everyone is impressed, they sing the Bing Bang song (both verses), the end.

I must say, for the third episode of the TV show that LTE filmed, this is an amazing episode. Of course, the puppeteers screwed up visibly like four times in total, but it was an amazing episode with an amazing song. But there was no Robbie sequence at the end, possibly because the two verses of Bing Bang were sung instead of one verse.

THE END

10/10

#lazytown #sportacus #nickelodeon #stephanie #robbie rotten #magnusscheving #magnus scheving #stefan karl #nick jr #nickelodeon jr #spongebob #comedy #humor #reviews #tv shows #stefankarl #juliannarose #juliannarosemauriello #latibaer #glanni glaepur #glanni glæpur í latabæ #afram latibaer #lazy town #latibær #Youtube

[drunktuesdays]

It’s okay if you just didn’t want to respond for some reason but this is your 1d anon and I sent an ask last night that I feel like maybe did not go thru so I’m debating sending it again! But if you did get it please just ignore me! I’m not entirely sure I can remember what I said a mere 24 hours ago anyway tbh

oh yes sorry!!! wednesday night is the big wrestling night so i had to stop hockey posting and watch my dang show and then i forgot to reopen the topic.

HERE'S SOME ASKS I HAVE RECEIVED ON THE TOPIC OF HOCKEY IN THE PAST 24 HOURS

okay, i love that. a) the og ask burned my ass bc i think you said something like "i followed you in 2011 for one direction content and you only get into weirder and weirder stuff" which remains THE funniest thing anyone has ever said to me and i think about it ALL THE TIME. b) i love that a MONTH ago you would have been like "lea....." but now you're into it. you and helenish just FALLING INTO HOCKEY in 2023. i love that in some ways, hockey is the ship of theseus where the men keep changing and the fans drift in and out but the fandom keeps powering forward.

oh you think this guy looks like a fairy tale character? that guy? you think that guy and his friend might look like something out of aesop's fables? joe thornton and brent burns look like they've been instructed to make you an answer a riddle if they catch you in their forest, but sometimes they just feel pretty chill and the riddle is like "do you think it smells like updog in here?"

he RIPPED OUT HIS BEARD???? i'm losing it. i was already losing in trying to understand how this guy tucked away his big ass beard when he was playing, but what, he DOESN'T?? it just hANGS OUT for other dudes to grab????? why are you as a man putting a handle on your face for other men to reel you in? that's a real question. anyway i hope the team raffled off the beard chunk and a witch bought it and has been using it for woodland spells.

i can't even blame sashayed who kept saying "i'm not trying to get you into this, i just think you would appreciate him" and i do. so next week if i post a 50K story where joe thornton carries merry and pippin to isengard, it's not even going to be her fault.

anyway, helenish describing connor mcdavid as "the yellow wallpaper but a man wrote it and it's bad" is the funniest thing i've read today. this has been hockey talk with lea.

#HOCKEY #ASKS

[neverchecking]

Artemis and warrior are sabotaging each others attempts on asking for maid reader hand for marriage til a random noble knight is trying to courting maid reader for their hand in marriage and they see this and partner up to not allow this man near their beloved reader.

Or

The king is holding a ball so every noble women and men can try to ask for the two hand in marriage and the two beg reader to come and be their partner and reader hesitate since this is a noble/royal ball and their not of anything of that but the two promise reader that it'll be okay and they won't be in any trouble so reader slowly agree as long it's okay. The two are happy and they (Artemis and warrior) decide to look for a perfect dress or suit that they both can agree on and make a plan to make sure their beloved reader is comfortable and have fun and make secrets plans in cause any jealous nobles don't make reader life difficult or ruin the night even prevent any rumors since it's troublesome.

Cottage reader is doing garden work and the two think on a way to talk to reader but they are from noble backgrounds and reader isn't but they have a idea since a festival is coming up so the two decide to dress as not royalty or nobles and pretend to be of middle class and start hanging out with reader during the festival.

-curious anon

Curious anon!

I think the funniest thing about all of this is one glaring issue Artemis is going to have to work around.

She's a royal. Which means she'll have to married to a royal. And poor Reader just doesn't cut it. Wars however? he's free to marry whomever he pleases. And he wants Reader badly. He's rubbing it in Artemis' face the entire time. It doesn't even matter if it's what Reader wants bc his place in society makes it such a social pressure for Reader to be with him. They can't escape. They are pinned by him and the people cooing over what a cute couple they are.

If we go with that last paragraph, that may be artemis' way of sneaking in. Pulling a Jasmine from Aladdin and acting as an every day joe to get close to Reader. Acting as a 'friend' for Reader to cry about their every issue to. Just putting her int hat spotlight as a saviour from Wars <3

#cinder rambles #Curious anon #Wars v Artemis #Artemis would fold him in a physical fight #but this requires tact #which neither really have when it comes to reader lmao

[galushanationalrailways]

The Fraggle Rock Story: Chapter 16

Chapter 16: The Happiest Light Pollution of All

Wembley definitely made a striking sight hauling Boober out of what he presumed was the smouldering ruin of his house. Boober had never felt so safe and secure as he did slung over the back of Wembley like a sack of radishes. He wanted to scream “for goodness sake, Wembley, there’s no emergency, the toast is just a little burnt, put me down!” but he could not bring himself to. It was too wonderful. He had never been held like this.

Wembley put Boober down a short distance from his house. “Oh, Boober,” he said, “What are you going to do now that your cave is on fire?”

“But it’s not on fire, Wembley, the toast just burnt a little!”

“But it must be!” said Wembley. “I could see this bright orange light out of the corners of my eye—like the flames were licking at our backs—as a matter of fact I can still… see those… flames…” He turned around slowly. “Oh, Boober!”

“What is it?” grumbled Boober, who could already tell what it was.

“Your tail—it’s so beautiful! It’s brighter than I’ve ever seen it before!”

“My goodness. It sure is bright.”

“Can I—feel it?”

“Uh… sure,” said Boober. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” Wembley fidgeted with his tail for about two minutes. “Wait a second, Wembley, I just remembered I have to turn off the stove or the toast might catch fire. Hang on,” Boober said, and then ran into his house and turned it off, making sure to pour some water on the toast just to be sure. He went out waving the air in front of him.

“Woof!” he said, “It won’t suffocate you, but that’s sure a lot of smoke! We’ll have to sit here until it clears out.”

“That’s fine with me,” said Wembley, beginning to fidget with the tail again.

“It’s fine with me, too,” said Boober, putting his arm around him. “You’re a good friend, Wembley.”

“You’re a good friend too, Boober.”

“You’re fun in a—in a safe way. I feel so safe when we’re… like this…”

“You mean like—touching?”

“Yeah… and so happy… You’re the funniest guy I know, too. I remember one time I had so much fun with you that I ran home and I put my pillow over my head and I—I actually guffawed.”

“You guffawed?” Wembley cried, in shock.”

“Yes,” said Boober. “I can’t even remember what we did that day, but it was so much fun.” He pulled Wembley a little closer. He could feel Wembley’s tail begin to curl around him.

“You know,” said Wembley, “We’ve never been this close before. It’s nice.”

“It sure is,” said Boober. Presently, he said “You know, I don’t think I was ever in love with Tosh at all.”

“You weren’t?”

“No, I was denying some other love… a deeper love… a love I didn’t want to admit because—because I didn’t want to hurt him…”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” said Wembley as his heart raced. “You… couldn’t hurt anybody… Who is it?”

“You don’t know?”

“I—I might… could you just say where he is?”

“He’s sitting riiiight next to me.”

Wembley looked around. “But Boober, there’s nobody sitting next to us!”

“Oh, Wembley, it’s you!” Wembley gasped.

“ME?”

“Yes. I—I hope you’re not mad. I hope you won’t--”

“I’m not mad at all, Boober! I couldn’t be happier! Oh, Boober, I love you!” he cried, squeezing Boober as tight as he possibly could. “I was only dating Lou because I—I was denying myself too…”

“Then, if we love each other, can I… can I kiss you?”

“YES!” screamed Wembley.

“Shh,” whispered Boober, “People will hear us…” Then they began to kiss each other, over and over again, peppering each other’s faces with roughly a hundred kisses.

Unfortunately, Boober was right. They were indeed overheard by a woman who wanted to settle a bet. Icy Joe ran all the way to Mokey’s house, even though the night had fallen, and burst through the door screaming with laughter. “BWAHAHAHAHA!! I was right and you was wrong! Those little homo twinks is busting slob as we SPEAK! I was right! I was right! BWAHAHA… Ha… ha…” Her eyeballs focused and she realized that she had interrupted another scene of homosexual slob-busting.

“Icy Joe, what are you doing here?”

“Hi Morky, Hi Rouge, I was just here to… settle a little bet we made concernding Boobler and Whumbley. I—I didn’t realize you two were… uh… I’M SO SORRY!” She ran out of the room.

“I forgive you!” Mokey cried. “You had no idea--” But it was too late. She was already gone. “Well, that’s nice,” said Mokey.

“No it wasn’t,” mumbled Red. “She almost ruined the mood. Almost…”

“No, Red, not that,” said Mokey. “The bet she was talking about—it was over whether or not Boober and Wembley were in love with each other.”

“Oh, I see.”

“And if I lost, she got to laugh at me for ten minutes straight. I bet against it—that means they’re in love!”

“Oh!”

“Oh, Red, it’s beautiful—now we’ve all found love, those of us who want it--”

“Yeah,” said Red, as they began to kiss again. “It’s very nice...”

#fraggle rock #the fraggle rock story #woober #redkey #gobo #homosexual slob-busting ahead

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Bighorn Moutainside-Luztoye

Chapter Nine.

Chapter Summary: it’s a flashback chapter! Join Joe for his going away leg party! Learn something about George’s past.

WC: 5,061

C/W: Character death, mentions of a car accident, and descriptive depression downward spiral/mental breakdowns.

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January 13th, 2022.

Around 4pm.

Bill was tasked with keeping Joe busy while the hooligans set up the party at Joe's house.

Bill and Joe had just been bumming around all day, Bill picked him up at noon.

They drove around town for a bit then stopped at Rosebuds for coffee and sat shooting' the shit with Lew a bit. Bill was trying to keep Joe busy and it was a bit of a task as Joe was constantly in pain. The winters in Wyoming were sometimes harsh and Bill didn't want Joe slipping and falling on ice.

Now they were driving back the county road back to Joe's house. All the fields were covered in a thick layer of white heavy snow, they'd gotten a heavy snowfall the night before.

Joe had his arms crossed across his chest, his right leg straightened out pressed against the door of Bill's truck. Joe watched the fields go by the familiar road.

Joe wasn't in a good space and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that much out. But who could blame him? He was living with chronic pain whenever he walked and had to result in having his leg amputated to relieve the pain.

"Joe I'm about to cut a smile on your face like the fuckin' joker." Bill broke the silence looking at his best friend.

"Wow what an awesome way to make me feel better." Joe couldn't hold himself back from smiling a bit.

"Anytime buddy," Bill chuckled, "What're you gonna do for the few days before the surgery?"

"Probably wallow in pain like I have for the past six months. I don't know, is it wrong that I'm a bit excited?" Joe sighed looking at Bill.

"No, you've been in pain Joe. That ain't fair. I think those doctors were nuts for trying to save your leg. Not that it's like this for everyone." Bill rambled on trying to justify himself.

"I agree, now it's the dead of winter and recovery is gonna be worse. Learning to walk with a prosthetic on Wyoming's ice. How wonderful." Joe let out a sigh.

"You can do it Joe, when you put that head into something you get it done. Remember freshman year when you were sure that you weren't gonna be able to get your eight seconds at that rodeo circuit finals? Then me and ya dad kept stickin' you on that mechanical bull down at Wild Bills restaurant? Then ya did and you were the champ?" Bill glanced at Joe then turned into the driveway. The big metal sign above the pillars of the driveway reading 'Toye Family Ranch'.

Joe knew Bill was just trying to help but talking about bull riding was a thin line with Joe. Sometimes he didn't care, other times he would get himself worked up about it.

"Yes of course I remember Bill, you and my dad standing there yelling at me while I rode the mechanical bull." Joe chuckled, shaking his head and looking over at Bill.

Bill put his car in park next to Joe's truck.

"Why is Babe's car here?" Joe furrowed his eyebrows as he got out of Bill's truck grabbing his crutches.

"I don't know probably eating' whatever your moms cookin?" Bill lied as they slowly walked up to the front door. Joe opened the door and came in.

"Surprise!" Babe jumped out from behind the couch holding one of those shitty plastic halloween decoration legs. Followed by Lieb, Web, and Frannie.

"Bill." Joe turned looking at Bill as he smirked.

"We're having a going away party for your leg!" Bill laughed, clapping Joe on the shoulder.

"That's so kind of you guys," Joe laughed, sitting on the couch setting his crutches on the ground and pulling off his shoes and coat.

"We got punch and ordered pizza." Lieb smiled sitting on the arm chair.

"So what does one do at a going away party for your leg?" Joe smiled, he for real did think this was possibly the funniest shit ever. Leave it to Edward Heffron to come up with an idea like this.

"See I'm glad you asked Joe," Babe stood up and stood in front of the party in Joe's living room, "I brought the first Saw movie with me because not only is it my favorite of the movies but that doctor guy cuts his own leg off in it. I also brought my digital camera with me for our photo shoot with your leg so he can be remembered forever. And I did think ahead of this I made red kool aid to match our theme. Lieb also brought cards against humanity."

"This is actually so fuckin' funny." Frannie giggled from where she sat next to Bill on the couch.

"I agree," Joe looked at his friends, he was thankful he had friends like this that would think of something funny like this. Instead of wallowing with Joe and feeling pity for him.

Joe found himself posing for pictures as they laughed. His favorite picture is one being the whole friend group gathered around Joe's right leg pointing at it.

They took pictures with the halloween plastic leg Babe got for the party.

Another picture being Joe in a party hat sitting on the couch holding a piece of paper that read 'RIP Joe Toyes Right Leg He Will Be Missed'.

Later on they sat at Joe's dining table eating pizza and giving toasts to Joe's leg.

"Babes the last one to go," Joe pointed to the redhead and he stood up grabbing his cup of kool aid.

"To Joe's right leg, all the kicking he used to do to my shins when we were little guys on the playground. To the places he carried Joe like to the fake ID place we went to in June last year. Joe's leg you will be missed because as of Tuesday Joe will literally be one foot in the grave!" Babe laughed, raising his cup as they took a drink.

"Shit I didn't even think about that, one foot in the grave for real." Joe chuckled. Today was truly making Joe feel better about the predicament he had been in. Come Tuesday his life would change forever not necessarily was that a bad thing in Joe's case.

April 12th, 2021.

Around 9pm.

George threw his phone to the end of his bed, his boyfriend well now ex boyfriend had just called him breaking things off with George. Sure they were only sophomores but George thought he loved him; they'd been together for probably seven months. Then he called George with the same excuse, "I just fell out of love."

"It's not you...it's me."

George had devoted so much time to Henry, stepped out of his comfort zone for him, lost his virginity to him...

George looked at the framed photo of them at a party together. George grabbed it and threw it across his room, it hit the wall then the ground. The glass shattering, George never got violent but this was a whole new ball game for him. He didn't even know how he felt. Empty? Alone? Vulnerable?

George reached down for his phone again, Malarkey was having his household game night tonight but he knew Skip was off of work.

George sniffed trying to pull himself together as he hit call on Skips contact bringing the phone to his ear. It rang two times before the boy's familiar voice rang through.

"What's up?" Skip sat back in his bean bag chair pausing his game and setting the controller down.

"Henry broke up with me," George sniffed, cutting right to why he was calling him.

"Oh George. I'm really sorry, do you need anything?" Skip frowned, he knew how high school break ups went he had gotten out of one a year ago. For the last few months he had been subtly flirting with Malarkey and hoping for attention.

"Can you come over? Ma and Pa are on a date and I just really don't want to be alone. I understand if you don't want to." George frowned, sitting back against his head board.

"Yeah, no, that would be awesome. Do you want me to bring the stuff?" Skip asked, referring to his weed and rolling supplies.

"Not tonight that just might make me more sad." George tried to laugh through his tears.

"Okay I'm gonna get dressed and pack a bag see you soon?" Skip stood up, shutting his TV off.

"See you soon," George smiled, setting his phone down. He was excited to have a night with Skip. Maybe watch one of the Barbie movies, the Swan Lake one was their favorite. A weird comfort movie of theirs, George got up and walked to the bathroom washing his face as he began to calm down for a moment.

Little did George know he would continuously go through the five stages of grief over and over again for a year straight.

George went down stairs and put a frozen pizza in the oven and set up the couch for them texting his parents.

George sat down on the couch and watched an episode of Superstore. Then the pizza was done, he took it out to cool. Skip should be here anytime right?

Skip lived about maybe 10 minutes away on a busy day he should be here. George texted him a few times. He sat back down on the couch and watched another episode. Next thing he knew an hour had passed, he heard the key in the door and perked up a bit. Maybe Skip was using their spare key they hid out front? He was a weird kid but he fit in with George well.

Then he saw his Ma and Pa come in, "Hey George." Carwood smiled, shrugging off his jacket, "Did you guys get something to eat?"

"Well I made a pizza like an hour ago but Skip still isn't here. He's not answering my texts. Do you think he's all right?" George sat up pausing the TV and grabbing his phone off the coffee table seeing no messages pop up except one from Malarkey.

Donald Duck: Have you heard from Skip at all? He isn't answering my texts or calls.

Gorg: Idk we called like two hours ago and he said he was gonna come sleepover I haven't heard from him yet? Would it be too extreme if I texted Ms. Muck?

Donald Duck: I say do it.

"I'm sure he is alright George, probably wandering through target looking for something you two can do." His Ma was right George, Skip, and Malark spent a lot of time in Target. But something just didn't feel right.

As George went to text Skips mom Carwood pulled his phone from his pocket as she called him. George's heart skipped a beat, nothing was ever good when friends' parents called other parents. George watched his Moms facial expressions change as they talked on the phone for a moment before saying goodbyes.

"What?" George got up walking over, "Is he okay Ma?"

"George, look it's gonna be okay. Skip got into a car accident on his way here. They have him in the ICU right now. Ms. Muck said that you can go see him tomorrow." Carwood tried to keep his voice as calm as he could get it.

"What?" George repeated himself grabbing the wall. ICU? Was he going to be okay if he was in the ICU?

"Here, why don't you have some of the pizza and head to bed?" Carwood suggested leading George into the kitchen.

"No...no...I uh." George tumbled his words out as he felt a lump in his throat start to swell and his eyes begin to water.

"You need to sit," Speirs gently guided his son to a chair at the island counter as Carwood fetched him a cup of water.

George felt his tears begin to spill as he let out a small sob, "But he's in the ICU."

"Just because they're in the critical care unit doesn't mean they're dying." Carwood came over rubbing Georges back, handing him the cup of water. He hated seeing George like this; he had remembered the feeling of Ron going overseas and not having contact with him. He would convince himself daily that someone would show up at the door with a hand written letter the way they would in the 40's saying Ron died.

George just nodded rubbing his eyes and grabbed the water cup taking a few sips.

Henry breaking up with George seemed like a thing of the past now that he knew of Skip's predicament.

George woke himself up as his brain was dreaming of the worst. Everyone around him dying and him being all alone not knowing what to do.

George got himself dressed fast he needed to go see Skip. He came down the stairs, his Ma sat with his coffee in hands, his Pa reading the paper.

"Are you headed to go see him?" Carwood looked up at George.

"Yeah," George nodded, grabbing his keys out of his pocket.

"Drive safe, love you," Carwood hummed.

"Love you," Speirs glanced up at him.

"Love you guys, bye." George walked out the front door and to his car starting his car and queuing up his playlist. Then he kind of just sat there drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. God what would he even say to him once he got there?

George put the car in reverse backing out of the driveway. The whole way there he was thinking about jokes he could tell Skip. Run him up the wall with his poorly timed comments. Skip always thought they were so funny.

George spent his 15 minute car ride coming up with jokes appropriate for this occasion. Along with a juicy enough tea about Henry, George could now tell them all the weird things he was into.

George parked outside the Norfolk county hospital in the parking ramp. He wandered in getting directions to the ICU. He walked over to the nurses counter and leaned on it waiting for someone to acknowledge him.

"Hey, can we help you?" a lady in light green scrubs walked over to George.

"Oh I'm looking for a patient." George nodded looking at her.

"Patients' names?" she shook the computer mouse, waking the computer up.

"Skip Muck, wait I mean Warren Muck," George corrected himself, it was a force of habit forgetting that Skip's government name was not Skip.

"Yes he's in our system, are you family, sir?" She looked up at him.

"Oh, uh, no." George frowned; he didn't even think about that.

"He's with me," Skip's mom came around a corner walking to the counter. She looked in shambles. Her hair in a messy ponytail and her eyes puffy and red.

She signed off some papers and the nurses handed George a visitors sticker. He stuck it to his flannel and followed her down the hallway of light blue walls. They got to a door and Ms. Muck stopped looking at George.

"Look George, it's not looking great but I'm sure he's going to pull through. But he's currently on life support." She sniffed again, grabbing some tissues from her pocket.

George felt all his air leave his body as she told him that.

"You can go in, I'll leave you guys sometime alone." She walked back to the waiting room. She was obviously a mess but who could blame her?

Skip's dad dipped on them when he was five leaving his mom a single mom to raise him while working full time with not a lot of family around. She had no family, all she had was Skip, now that wasn't even a guarantee.

George opened the door, there was a tan curtain pulled in front of the door. George moved it and his heart stopped when he saw Skip.

The blonde boy's body slightly propped up on the hospital bed, a tube was down Skips throat, a feeding tube going into his nose and a whole other mess of tubes and machines connected to him.

Keeping him alive.

Joe felt his heart jump into his throat as he swallowed hard. He didn't look like himself, his hair slightly messed up, his skin paler, it was then that George realized he would never get to hear Skip's voice again.

George just stood there in shock staring at his lifeless body.

He stood there for what felt like forever but was more likely ten minutes.

George took another look at Skip, his feet started moving before his brain was done thinking. George ran out of the hospital crying, this was all his fault.

For the next week George found himself having awkward visits at the hospital. Malark would sit there holding Skips hand crying and pleading with him.

George would sit next to Skip's body and cry thinking about everything he could've done differently. Prevent him and Henry getting together? Prevent Henry from breaking up with George? Preventing the drunk driver from going out?

Malark went to the bathroom for a moment and George took his chance. He took Skip's hand and squeezed it gently. "Oh my god. Skip, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that this had to happen to you." George cried bringing their intertwined hands up to his face. Skip's hand was so cold, George kissed his knuckles, "Come on! You gotta pull through!"

George pleaded with him, he wasn't coming back.

It was a rainy Wednesday morning officially a week and a half since the accident. Carwood had encouraged him to try going to school this week, George finished putting his binders and books back in his backpack in his school bag when Carwood came up the stairs. The look on his mothers face said everything George needed to know. Tears fell from Carwoods eyes as he caught George's attention.

"Is he?" George swallowed, Carwood nodded and hugged George tight as he let out a loud sob. Carwood sat them down on his bed as George dug his head into shoulder.

"Why did it have to be him?" George hiccuped choking on his sobs. Falling further into his mothers comforting grip.

Carwood sat there with George as he cried till he cried himself to sleep.

George sat in the back of his parents car after the funeral. He gave a small speech about Skip as his mother cried sitting in a folding chair in front of her son's casket. Malarkey spoke next before returning to his chair next to George as the catholic priest finished off the ceremony.

Carwood and Speirs stood in the back thinking about how no parent should have to bury their child. Carwood had tears seeping down his eyes as he thought about all the times Skip had joined them for dinner, been there for George at his worst, slept over. Speirs had a tight grip around his husband's waist as Carwood whipped his tears over and over again with a tissue.

After the funeral they sat in the car waiting for George to say his goodbyes, goodbyes to his lifelong friend, talk to Malarkey, and talk to Skip's mother.

They pulled into the driveway of their home and George wasted no time getting out the moment the car was in park. He went into his room and stripped himself of the suit he was wearing, tossing it on the floor by his closet. He slid on some joggers and a hoodie before crawling into his bed.

As soon as his head hit the pillow he started crying again. He stared out the window as the rain pattered against it, funny how the weather matches your emotions sometimes.

Eventually George exhausted himself from crying again.

Monday night George was left alone for about an hour while his parents grocery shopped for the week.

George sat on the couch mindlessly watching reruns of shows on TLC. He had at least moved himself from his bed to the couch today.

The doorbell rang causing George to jump, he threw the blanket off of him and shuffled to the front door and opened it.

Malarkey stood outside his front door, red hair in a similar mess, tear stains apparent on his cheeks. He was George's best friend too, the trio were always together. Now duo. Maybe?

"Hey," George fumbled his words looking everywhere but into his eyes.

"Hi," Don shifted his weight standing on the deck, "Can I come in?"

George nodded, moving out of the way and shutting the door behind him. He was scared because part of himself blamed the entire accident on himself. Hopefully he just wanted to hang out in silence, maybe talk about how they were feeling?

George sat on the couch next to Don and looked down at his lap, he didn't know what to say.

"What happened?" George surprised himself as his words exited his mouth before he could think.

"He uh, couldn't fight anymore." Don swallowed looking up at the ceiling, "On Wednesday morning he was pronounced brain dead and they took him off life support."

"I'm really sorry," George began bouncing his knee. His heart skipped a beat as Malark explained. Skip had been so excited when he got his license in November after he turned 16. This wasn't supposed to end like this, 16 year olds weren't just supposed to die. Between the three of them they took turns holding the others together, in a moment like this they needed him to hold them together.

Like the way they were there every time Skip would get upset about his dad abandoning them and starting a new life as if he never existed.

"You should be," Malarkey broke the silence.

"What?" George's heart plummeted, he heard him loud and clear. His best friend said that to him.

"If he wouldn't have been driving to come see you he wouldn't be dead." Don's voice changed to clipped and accusatory.

"I'm sorry," George felt his tears start to prickle with tears. He didn't know what to say Malarkey was his best friend in the entire world.

"It's all your fault!" George could hear the sobs coming in through his words.

"I wasn't the one who hit him!" George surprised himself once again, he wasn't one to confront people and defend his honor.

"Well it's your fault he was out that night! So yeah it is your fault." The red head raised his voice and neither of them could make eye contact with each other as they sat on opposite ends of George's couch.

"Get out of my house!" George yelled, flinching at his own voice as Malark got up storming to the door. George slammed the door behind him and turned his back sliding down the back of the door. As soon as he hit the ground he pulled his knees up to his chest and started crying.

This was it George officially had lost his only two friends.

George sat against the door losing track of time as he cried into his hands to the point he was shaking and hiccups escaped him. He flinched as he felt the door open into him. George jumped up and moved, his parents walked in and saw the state George was in. They dropped the bags of groceries on the floor, shutting the door and sitting by George on the entryway of their house.

"George," Speirs breathed out as George climbed into his fathers lap the way he would if he was four and fell off the monkey bars. Carwood leaned against Ron and began raking his fingers through George's hair.

"Oh honey," Carwood sighed. He was feeling every inch of sadness for George.

"He said it was my fault he died." George choked on his sobs as he told them.

Speirs eyes filled with rage and could feel his body heat up in anger. Carwood gently rested a hand on his shoulder. As they continued to hold their son through his broken sobs and crying.

They sat there for probably a half an hour before George's shaking stopped and his sobs and hiccups turned into soft snores. Speirs gently picked George up bridal style and lifted them both off the ground.

"I'm gonna take him to bed," Speirs whispered. Carwood nodded as he watched him carry George up the stairs and began picking up the groceries.

Ron moved back George's comforter with one hand and tucked him into bed covering him up. He hadn't tucked George into bed like this since he was probably 10. He felt guilty for the years of George's childhood he missed from being deployed back to back. Leaving Carwood to raise a kid by himself when they both committed to it.

He knew Carwood would never hold it against him. Whenever he was able to come home on leave George would be all over him and crawl all over him as if he was a jungle gym.

Speirs shut his light off and left his door cracked going back downstairs. Carwood stood at the granite countertop sorting out the groceries.

"I swear to god I'm gonna kill him. How could he say that to George?" Speirs raged as he grabbed a stock of celery and opened the fridge.

"Ron calm down, not that it's an excuse but teenagers are dramatic and say things they don't mean." Carwood grabbed a carton of oat milk and put it on the top shelf.

"I. I know, it just hurts me to see him like this, he doesn't deserve any of this." he looked down at the island countertop.

"I feel that way too," Carwood sighed, grabbing some more vegetables to put in the top drawer in the fridge.

After a lengthy conversation after another week of George laying in his bed and sleeping all day Speirs and Carwood decided to pull him out of school for the end of the school year and have him do online school.

In mid May Carwood was worried about George, he barely talked to him or Ron. He would only get out of bed to use the bathroom and shower sometimes. He wasn't eating pretty much at all. He just laid in his bed in complete silence or sleep. Which wasn't normal George hated silence, he normally would have a comfort movie on in the background.

George had gotten off of work early and he called setting George up for a therapy appointment. He just wanted George to talk to someone, anyone. He could try as hard as he could to help his son but google only went so far.

Carwood put his key in the door unlocking it and stepping in toeing off his shoes. He set the Taco Bell bag down on the bench by the door and shrugged off his spring jacket hanging it up. He grabbed the bag and went up the store knocking gently on Georges door before coming in and walked over to his window opening the curtains letting the light flow in. "Hey honey."

Carwood sat on the edge of George's bed setting the bag on his nightstand. George hadn't cleaned his room in awhile, not like he had the energy to clean or really do anything. Water glasses began to stack up on the nightstand, laundry piled outside of his closet. George pretty much lived in a Hunger Games hoodie and shorts or joggers.

"Hi," George whispered, going back silent, his hood pulled up over his head and his light pink comforter pulled up to his neck tight as he laid on his side.

George felt numb as if he was just a worm in the bed of his Ma's garden. He had no emotions and couldn't feel anything. He had no sense of what day it was or the time.

If his Ma called him for breakfast it was probably 7:30.

When his parents got home it was between 3:30 and 5:30. His phone had laid face down and on do not disturb for weeks, he checked every once in a while for a text from Skip he knew wouldn't be there.

Malarkey had called him a few times but he had no interest in talking to him. He knew he was moving away from a conversation he overheard his parents having one night.

"Can you eat something for me, hun?" Carwood set his hand on George's shoulder.

George heard him but he wasn't hungry, he hadn't been hungry since the Friday Skip got in his accident.

He knew eating would bring a little peace to his mom. George sat up scooting himself next to Carwood crossing his legs as he grabbed the bag and took out the Nacho Bell Grande container, opening it up and grabbing the spork from the bag.

It smelled good but the thought of eating made his stomach turn. George pushed through a few bites before just pushing the cheese and beef soaked chips around.

Usually he would've scarfed it down, George loved Taco Bell.

"Did you work on any school stuff today?" Carwood asked to fill the silence, he knew the answer was probably no. Carwood had spoken with the high school and they understood George's situation.

"No," George said quietly, continuing to pick at his food. He tried to take another small bite but he couldn't. He just wasn't hungry and he felt as if he would be sick from another bite. "I'm not really hungry." He put the lid back on and set it on his nightstand, if by some miracle he got hungry he would eat it.

Carwood nodded knowing forcing George wasn't the best idea. "Well it's here if you get hungry. I got you scheduled to meet with a therapist tomorrow afternoon. I think it would be good for you to talk with someone. If you don't like it you don't have to go back but I just want you to try." he sighed.

"Okay," George mumbled and laid back down under his covers. His mom sat with him until he fell back asleep.

He just wanted to disappear into his mattress and no longer exist. He didn't want to die, he just didn't want to participate in life anymore. Just become a lump of blankets on his bed.

#band of brothers #george luz #joseph toye #joe toye #luztoye #babe heffron #bill guarnere #david webster #joe liebgott #webgott #skip muck #donald malarkey #modern au

[kissproof]

Hey there! I was wondering if it’s all right with you if I could please request a headcannon or Drabble (whatever suits you best) about Eddie falling for a the reader who’s just joined the team - maybe vic introduces them or something

Anyway if not I totally understand, hope you have a wonderful day!

𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 !! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 ! 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 <3

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘵

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦

the funniest part about the whole thing is that you’re “not eddie’s type” & i think that’s what turns him onto you most

he spends a lot more than he wants to trying to figure you out

you get him to question a lot about himself, which is new

from the second vic sent you through the door to his daddy’s office, he had his big blue eyes on you. your stance, your swagger, the way your face alighted when you got passionate

you were always so insistent, too. you could get joe to switch up plans with just a slight nudge and that really got him wondering about you

it starts off with him sucking his teeth in your direction and cocking a hip whenever you opened your mouth

then, under the guise of trying to protect his daddy, of course, he snoops around, gets real nosy about your past jobs, past bosses

to his dismay, he doesn’t find much of anything incriminating, but he knows enough about you to strike up a conversation once in a blue moon

and hell, if vic thought you were fit for their crew then you can’t be too bad, right?

so now he becomes insistent

he wants to drive you to meetings (with maybe pink or white cruising in the backseats), he makes it his personal responsibility to pick you up from your apartment to go over any loose ends regarding the job, and buys you and vic coffee one morning on the way to his office

it’s simple, unassuming stuff

but he eventually starts to love seeing you smile because of him, loves to make you laugh

it makes him feel way better than he'd like to admit

now the other guys are wondering what's got eddie so pink whenever you're all together... that gets weird for him real fast

after a while he doesn’t have a reason to pick you up, he just calls from outside your apartment, and boom, you’re rolling along cali streets

and you think to ask him where the other guys are, but you don’t

he drives you around, one hand on the wheel, the other wanting to feel you, hold your hand.

it gets dark once the sun sets, the radio’s turned down low, and he drives so smoothly that it’s almost unbearable to sit awake

but you two keep talking, keep reminiscing, keep laughing

it isn’t clear what becomes understood first; his own realization about you, or your realizing his feelings

but there’s a new air

when he drops you off at your apartment, he doesn’t wait for you to get inside, he just speeds off (which confuses you a lot but we go along with it nonetheless)

little do you know he’s driving home sweating, rubbing his face in agony, radio turned up high now so he can just cool off i mean the man’s got butterflies shootin in his guts

you’re both surprised and relieved when you see his car parked outside the next morning (the day of the big job)

still, no other dogs to be found, but you figure they’ll get picked up on the way

you’re a little taken aback when the first thing he says to you, his lone key turning in the ignition, is

“when you all get done tonight, i'll, uh, i'll buy you dinner”

but the rest, as they say, is history :3

#anon #answered #kissproof drabbles #reservoir dogs headcanons #reservoir dogs #eddie cabot x reader

[joe-moi]

Still don't love the hair, but beard I'm here for it!!! I love when he's got a beard going, makes his face more sexy hehe

nothing in the world, makes me happier than knowing that he can grow a beard, and Joe Keery can’t. It’s the funniest damn thing.

#anonymous asks #🛼answers #jk #jq

[girlschasinggirls]

(Prev anon) One of the funniest things (in a bitter, hypocritical way) is that zionists are absolutely incapable of taking videos at face value when they depict literal war crimes of the worst kinds being committed towards palestinians, saying they’re staged and using the term pallywood (which is absolutely vile and disgusting), and on the other hand they still cling to the “40 beheaded babies” thing or “baby thrown in oven” thing and all the other lies the israeli government has spread, all of which has been proved false (if not something that happened to palestinians, which they then claim happened to them instead).

It’s just so hard to wrap my head around. Like, if we look past the fact that there’s no way for Palestinians to just stage massacres and the suggestion that it’s possible is horrendously stupid, there’s people who genuinely believe that hamas has somehow infiltrated every school, hospital, un lair, home etc. etc. That has been bombed. Why have we not seen footage of any of these supposed tunnels? The idf has bombed parts of gaza to hell and back, surely some of these “tunnels” would surface? And if they are deep enough below the surface to not become visible or damaged when bombed, then what’s the point of bombing that area, especially considering all the civilians that would be put in danger.

Like, I just can’t understand how people can brush all this aside and just chant “human shields!!!” (as if the point of human shields isn’t to, y’know, not shoot the shields). They are so keen on supporting ethnic cleaning that they don’t even stop to think how weird it is that the israeli government hasn’t named any hamas commander they’ve killed, or even confirmed that they’ve killed them (they would boast sooo much if this was the case). Critical thinking is dead fr

it’s soo heartbreaking israelis literally make fun of them dying while also accusing them of faking. i don’t say this lightly but it is straight up genocide denial. there’s videos of israelis clapping when they hear gaza be bombed or watching it on sofas on a hill. i actually can’t believe in the midst of their own genocide they even had to publish a full list with names, ID numbers and ages to prove the death toll after joe biden questioned it but israel has had to do no such thing.

i actually have seen videos of the tunnels they definitely do exist, but they wouldn’t be under the entire area especially closer to the beach since it’s too close to sea level. but even if they had tunnels under hospitals and schools - bombing and demolishing the building is not going to touch the tunnels, only if you bomb directly onto the ground directly above the tunnel would that do anything so there’s literally no point. they claim they bomb buildings with hamas weapons or members inside but like if you know they’re in there why don’t you just go in there? if hamas ever happened to hide in israel and dig tunnels under their houses and hospitals there is NO WAY they were approach fighting hamas the way they do in gaza. it’s such an obvious excuse to just kill as many people as they want.

the human shields argument is such a vile disgusting racist excuse for murdering people or hamas ‘misfired rockets’, basically accusing palestinians of killing themselves so nothing is their fault