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alltheirdamn · 2 months

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DECLINED | Mechanic!Joel x f!reader

Summary: You're on a cross-country road trip when your tires blow, and you're forced to get them fixed at a small town mechanic shop. When your card declines, you only have one other option to get your car back. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 3k Warnings: Pre-outbreak AU, mechanic!joel, sex for favors, oral sex (f + m receiving), blowjob, deepthroating, cum eating, fingering, squirting, semi-public sex, unprotected piv sex, size kink, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, joel being a disgustingly nice gentleman, porn with absolutely no plot A/N: I saw this gif float across my pinterest and had a terribly fun idea... so here it is. Enjoy a lil fun ;)

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“S’all fixed up now,” Joel said, walking into the waiting room.

You had been waiting a few hours to have your alignment fixed and tires replaced, and now you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. You were on your way through the small town headed east towards Tallahassee when both of your back tires blew out on the highway. You were lucky not to cause a crash and thankfully found a local mechanic shop only half a mile off the road.

“Thank you so much,” you exhaled as you stood up and stretched your legs.

Joel rounded the counter to the register, typing up the work order to charge you out. Wallet in hand, you waited for the cost, praying it wouldn’t make a dent in your bank account. You only budgeted so much for the road trip, and this definitely wasn’t in the budget.

“Alright, ma’am, lookin’ like it’s gonna be around $500 for everything. Shaved some off just for the hassle you been through,” Joel smiled.

Shit.

“Uh, okay. Great.”

You reluctantly handed over your card, praying it would be enough. Joel swiped it on his machine followed by a loud beep that clearly meant DECLINED. You let out a shaky breath, fishing through your wallet for another card.

“Shit, try this one,” you said.

Joel nodded, his brows furrowing a bit when it also beeped in the same tone. He slid your card across the table, cocking a brow as if to ask, ‘Got another one?’

“Fuck,” you laughed nervously. “Okay, how ‘bout this one?”

Another card. Another decline. How the fuck were you going to get out of town now?

“Sorry, ma’am,” Joel sighed. “No payment means no car ‘m afraid.”

You ran your hand through your hair in frustration, trying to come up with something. Glancing up at him, you took in his broad frame covered by a simple black t-shirt that seemed to hug the planes of his chest perfectly. You hadn’t even noticed the patchy beard or kind grin that he donned so well earlier. Maybe…

“Look, I gotta get out of here tonight,” you pleaded. “Is there anything I can do to just get my car?”

Joel crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps looking much bigger in that position. With a frown turning down his lips, he shook his head.

“Afraid not, ma’am.”

“Anything? Please, I'm begging you.”

He considered you a moment, his eyes raking over your figure. You felt your cheeks warm at that look, knowing what he might be insinuating. If that’s what it took to get your car and get the fuck out of this town, then why not?

“Anything?” He repeated.

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m pretty fucking desperate right now.”

Joel came around the corner of the counter, crowding you until your neck craned up to meet his eyes. Your heart thrummed in your ears, warmth blossoming in your stomach the longer he stared at you.

“Desperate lil’ thing, huh?” He teased.

Backing away from you, Joel walked to the shop entrance and slowly turned the lock. He looked back at you as he flipped the sign to CLOSED as if testing your judgment. You gave him a meek nod, never letting your eyes off him as he stalked toward you again. His finger ran up your forearm, catching on the sleeve of your top and tugging it lightly.

“Follow me, darlin’.”

That sentiment, followed by the twang of his accent, was enough to make your knees buckle, and you followed him like a dog in heat. Joel led you back into the heart of the shop, scraps of tools and car parts littering the makeshift garage. And right in the center of it all was your car. Leaning against the hood, he patted the metal, beckoning you over. You dropped your purse on the workbench and walked toward him on shaky legs. Joel spread his legs a bit wider as you approached, his fingers wrapping around your belt loops to pull you in close.

You were a breath apart now, just the barrier of clothes separating you. Joel’s hands snaked around your waist and firmly palmed your ass through your jeans. You let out a small yelp as his fingers dug into the supple flesh, kneading and massaging until your eyes drifted shut at the feeling.

“You pay off all your debts this way?” His voice dropped an octave, and you felt the bulge in his jeans prodding against your stomach as you leaned closer.

“Fuck off,” you scoffed. “Wasn’t planning on my car taking a shit out here and definitely wasn’t budgeting for it either.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Ain’t got a boyfriend to give you some cash to help?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be out here tryna fuck you for my car,” you quipped.

A grin split across his face at your defensiveness, as if he enjoyed you being a brat. You weren’t trying to be— honest to god—but you desperately needed to leave this town, preferably with your car.

“Y’sure are a bratty little thing,” he said, tugging you closer.

“Why don’t you stop talking so much and fuck me so I can get the hell up out of this small fucking town?” You grumbled.

Joel raised one of his hands to grip your chin, steadying your gaze on his. Sliding his thumb over your lips, he coaxed your mouth open and urged you to suck on his finger. Without breaking eye contact, you swirled your tongue over the skin of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it.

“Christ, darlin’,” he exhaled. “Might just let you suck my cock and send you on your way.”

You released it with a pop, a trail of saliva dripping from your bottom lip. Reaching down, you massaged the bulge in his pants, letting out a soft gasp. He was massive—bigger than expected. He let out a small chuckle as if reading your mind, bucking his hips against your touch.

“You’d give me my car for a little blowjob?” You questioned, squeezing his cock tighter.

“S’nothing little about me, darlin’.”

“Aren’t you just full of yourself,” you rolled your eyes.

Your fingers danced over the zipper of his jeans, tugging it down as he helped pull his cock free. You peeked down to catch a glimpse of it, your eyes growing wide. His cock was girthy and thick and definitely had no shortage of length, either. Precum leaked from the tip, and you wet your lips at the idea of trying to fit it all in your mouth.

“Y’gonna suck it or what? Car ain’t gonna pay for itself.”

“You gonna give me my car after?” You tossed back.

“Maybe,” he grinned. “Those tires might cost you extra.”

“We’ll see about that,” you smirked.

Sinking to your knees, you pulled down his jeans and underwear until he adjusted himself at the tip of your lips. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing softly as you guided it into your mouth. Stretching your lips wider, you swirled your tongue around the tip, basking in Joel's groan as you did so.

“S’fucking perfect, darlin’. That mouth feels fucking amazing.”

You took him deeper, moving your mouth in a rhythmic motion until you felt his hand come down to grip your hair. He held you steady as he snapped his hips back and forth, pushing his cock further down your throat. Sputtering around him, you dug your nails into his thighs as leverage while he continued fucking your throat.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he rasped. “C’mon now, take this fuckin’ cock down your throat.”

Opening your throat wider, you swallowed every thrust as tears streamed down your cheeks. Joel was relentless with his thrusts, your nose brushing against the curls at the base every time you took him deeper. You could sense he was close to the edge, so you dragged your tongue against the base of his cock with each stroke, spurring him on further. It elicited a primal growl deep within his chest, and within seconds you could feel the warmth of his cum sliding down your throat. His cock twitched inside your mouth as he came down from his high, and you hummed as you swallowed every last drop.

Using the grip on your hair to pull you off, you sat back on your heels, coughing and heaving to try and catch your breath. Joel looked down on you with heavy lidded eyes and a smug grin as if to taunt you. Cupping your cheek, he slid his thumb against your skin and brushed away the rolling tears.

“Open,” he ordered. “Show me.”

You quirked a playful smile, leaning your head back as you stuck your tongue out to prove you swallowed it all. Slapping your face softly, Joel let out a soft chuckle.

“Atta girl.”

You brushed the remainder of your tears away, wiping the makeup from your eyes, and you stood on wobbly legs. Smoothing down your shirt and jeans, you crossed your arms over your chest and cocked a brow.

“I think I earned my car back,” you insisted, your voice hoarse from how hard he fucked you.

“Hmmm, y’think so?” Joel questioned. “I think I deserve a taste of that pussy.”

You shoved at him playfully, rolling your eyes.

“In your dreams, cowboy,” you laughed.

With his pants still hanging down, Joel spun you until your ass was pressed against the hood of your car. Working at the button and zipper of your jeans, he shoved them down and pulled your legs free until your bare ass was pinned to the cool metal. Joel gave you a lopsided grin and shoved you further onto the hood.

“I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t return the favor, darlin’.”

“You don’t need to do that,” you said, your voice shaky.

“Oh, but I want to,” he argued. “Gotta see how sweet you taste.”

Sliding down, Joel situated himself between your thighs, tugging your calves up to rest on his broad shoulders. He gave you a teasing kiss on your inner thighs before delving in, his tongue flicking at your sensitive bud. You careened back against the hood, your back arching as his mouth suctioned around your clit. Crying out, you carded your hand through the brown curls of his hair, anchoring his face against your wet cunt as it pulsed against his mouth. Joel plunged his tongue inside you, forcing another whine from your lips.

“Fuck!” You cried. “Right there! Oh my god, yes!”

He hummed in satisfaction, bringing his fingers into the mix as he opened you up, curling them against that sweet spot inside you. Keeping his mouth on your clit he worked in tandem with his fingers until that coil inside you wound tighter and tighter. With one more curl of his fingers, your orgasm surged through your body, forcing a gush of liquid to stream out of your wet cunt. Joel sat back in awe, staring at your glistening folds as your body trembled from the release, your juices covering his beard and mustache.

“Fuck babydoll,” he grinned. “You a squirter, too?”

You laughed awkwardly and watched as he removed his two fingers and brought them to his lips. Sucking them into his mouth, Joel groaned as he tasted the remnants of your orgasm. You knew you could squirt—it was your own dirty little secret—but something about seeing him covered in your juices made you want more. Tugging him softly with your calves on his shoulders, you urged him back to your soaked entrance, silently begging for another round.

“Gonna cover me in your juices again, darlin’?” Joel smirked.

“Mhmm,” you whined.

“Drench me babydoll, let’s see it.”

Joel’s mouth was on you again, lapping up the juices leaking out of you until you were crying out for him. He didn’t let up as he sucked your aching clit between his teeth, his tongue working at the bud in earnest. He pushed his fingers back into you, your cunt pulsing violently each time he curled them. Slipping a third finger in, he stretched you wider and moaned against your clit as your body tensed with another orgasm. Another rush of liquid made it past his fingers, soaking his mouth and chin. You could feel it trickle down the seam of your cunt, drenching the hood of your car as you thrashed against it.

“Christ, Joel,” you mumbled, your head lolling to the side.

He rose to his feet, wiping a hand over the hair covering his chin as he smiled at you. You sat up slightly, positioning yourself on your forearms as you watched him slide his jeans further down his legs. You were already in this deep; you might as well keep going. Spreading your legs a bit wider, you raised a finger to beckon him closer.

“C’mon cowboy,” you teased.

“Y’really need that car, huh?” He smiled, lining his cock up to your entrance.

“I really do,” you whimpered, nodding your head vigorously.

Joel eased himself inside you, inch by fucking inch, until he was fully seated at the base of his cock. You both groaned in unison, his cock sliding in and out of you easily from all the juice leaking from you. Crossing your ankles behind his back, you pushed him deeper, mewling at the sensation of the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. You could feel that stinging stretch of your cunt as he picked up his thrusts, your ass sliding up the car each time.

“Shit, babydoll,” he growled. “S’fucking tight around my cock.”

“You feel so good, Joel,” you hummed. “Please, I need it harder.”

Listening to your pleas, Joel planted his hands on either side of your face, pistoning into you with brute force. He bent down, sucking and biting the skin of your neck until you were crying out from the pain mixing with the pleasure. You rolled your hips to meet him thrust for thrust, your cunt fluttering against his cock each time. That blinding orgasm was on the horizon as your muscles tensed up for its release. Running your hands up under his shirt, you dug your nails into his back muscles, dragging them down his tanned skin. Joel groaned into your ear, his hips snapping against yours harder and faster.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” You sobbed. “I–I’m gonna fucking cum, Joel!”

“Yeah, babydoll? Fuckin’ soak me with it.”

He pulled out at the last moment, a heavy stream of liquid pouring from your cunt and coating your inner thighs and Joel’s cock. Without wasting a second, he drove back into you, picking up the pace despite your body still shaking and dripping from your orgasm. You could feel your tears rolling down the sides of your face, that warmth still coursing inside you. Joel’s thrusts grew erratic and off-rhythm, and you sensed his orgasm was pushing him to the edge.

“Y’gonna let me fill that pussy, darlin’?” His lips grazed the shell of your ear as his voice sent shivers up your spine.

“God, please,” you cried.

With one…two…three final strokes, Joel was grunting and painting your insides with thick bursts of his cum. You both lay there limp and fucked out for several moments, catching your breath and chuckling as reality settled back in. He slipped out of you and drew his pants back up his legs, his eyes roaming over your sweaty body. With one hand, he tugged up the zipper of his jeans, using the other to push the cum leaking out of you back into your wet cunt.

“Gotta send you off with some sort of parting gift,” he laughed.

You couldn’t help but laugh, too, adjusting yourself and sliding off the hood. Joel bent down to ease your pants back over your thighs and hips, helping with your own zipper as you stood awkwardly in front of him. Joel leaned in to kiss your cheek before walking to the corkboard hanging from the wall. Retrieving your keys from one of the hooks, he offered them to you with a kind smile.

“I’m free to go?” You asked, reaching for them.

He pulled them away, shaking his head with a teasing grin. You pouted sarcastically, opening your hand and waiting.

“One kiss, and we call it even, babydoll.”

You grabbed either side of his face, pulling him in for a hungry kiss. You coaxed his mouth open, teasing your tongue over his, tasting your arousal still lingering on his tongue. Joel deepened the kiss, tangling his free hand in your hair to anchor you closer. Pressed up against him, you found yourself thirsting for more but knew you had no obligation to stay. Sucking his bottom lip between your teeth, you pulled away reluctantly and snatched the keys from his hand.

“Thanks for the new tires, cowboy,” you grinned.

Joel dazzled you with another gorgeous smile, the lines around his eyes creasing as he gave you one final nod. You squeezed your way out of his embrace, making your way to the driver's side door. He followed you over, opening it like the gentleman he was, waiting till you were situated inside. Leaning in for one more kiss, he lingered a moment too long before breaking away.

“Safe travels, darlin’. If you ever need some work done, y’know where to find me.”

You dug your keys into the ignition, letting the car rumble awake. Joel shut the car door with one final smile and watched you reverse out of the mechanic shop. Giving him a small wave, you turned onto the street and back toward the highway with a soreness creeping up your thighs.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller one shot #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x female reader #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction

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imasoftieforbarb · 6 months

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I can request a spruce/bruce with a female reader that's a country troll that grew up as a pop troll? (I did this right? English isn't my first language jsjsjs)

Spruce/Bruce with a pop turned country troll

Let’s get this straight

He loves you so much

This will literally only make him fall harder

Im gonna say y’all met when he was Spruce

(Cause he said he changed his name when he had kids)

Now

Y’all had been dating for quite a while

And he KNEW you were keeping a secret from him-

He was a lil bit hurt

But he didn’t question you, he knew you’d come to him in your own time

He thought it had something to do with your voice- cause you never sang

Until he came over to your house (pod) one day and heard someone singing a beautiful country melody

And when he saw it was you?!?!

Mans was fanning himself with his hand, knees buckling- HES WHIPPED FOR YOU

Decides to let you come to him about it

And when you tell him he’s like “oh, I know!”

“And he’s so super chill about it- like when y’all play music together he makes effort to learn some country songs so y’all can jam together

If you decide to pick up that country twang?

He’s on the floor, call an ambulance- man’s is head over heels in love

#brozone #brozone x reader #trolls band together #brozone spruce #brozone spruce x reader #trolls bruce #trolls bruce x reader

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ray-jaykub · 7 months

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Hi! I'm a new follower! @hagelpaimon recommended you for this specific request. If you're interested, I was wondering if you could write some Bayverse fluff for me.

F!Reader has a southern accent and even though it isn't thick, there are certain words she says that makes her sound like a country bumpkin. And her turtle S/O (lovingly, of course) teases her for it. You can make it for each turtle or just Donnie. And you can make it NSFW if you wanna. Whatever you think fits! Thank you and happy writing 🐢💙❤️💜🧡

Thought I would crawl out of my adult cave and answer an ask that spoke to me. And as a country bumpkin (hoot hoot, very, very south georgia), I can say this hits the mark. I'm gonna do a little of all the turtles and

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Now, as someone who grew up around people who talked like me, I assumed I could hide it well. But that wasn't until I started sending audio messages back and forth with @moxfirefly did I realized how bad it was... Now I've never tried writing a southern accent, despite having one, so bear with me.

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Leo:

- He finds it so endearing and sweet and just can't find it in his heart to make fun of you

- Like, the way you call his name? The twang makes him smile because that means time with you

- His brothers and him obviously don't get out and talk to people, so I can imagine they're probably a lil stumped on why you sound the way you do

- Luckily, Leo is an old western movie fan, so at least he knows Cowboys.... please be patient with him

- If you're shy about the way you talk, he won't acknowledge it, but over time, he hopes you two get comfortable enough that you'll express yourself more

- Seriously, can't get over when you call him or his brother's names. Like omg they just said "Dawnie" and the way you pronounce Manhattan?

Raphael:

- Why you sound like that??

- Definitely believes you're from some weird part of New York, or God forbid Jersey

- Won't and will not understand unless you play country music for him and go like "these are my people"

- makes you a country mix, even if you don't like country. He's trying! You can't deny him that

-He says it's to make you feel "closer to home" and honestly, it lowkey works when you're feeling home sick

- He sees a cowboy film??? Prepare for him to throw a cowboy hat on your noggin

-Save a horse ride a cowboy, yeah? (I'm cringing)

Donnie:

- LOVES IT, ADORES IT

- He's really big on dialect and accents, especially for someone he fancies

- Will ask you to say certain words at random times of the day, early mornings when you haven't woken up, late at night when you're sleepy

- When you're angry???

- He has to hold out on bringing the recorder. But he's taking in every word

- Just imagine yelling at him, and he's looking at you with big doe eyes because wow... when was a country accent kinda sexy??

- He has to say one of his favorite things is when you both are whispering, and he leans down to hear you better, woof 😮‍💨

- He needs a southern girl 😤 GIVE HIM A TASTE OF THE SOUTH

Mikey:

- Will tease you, mock you, repeat every word you say... with love of course

- just expect to hear his lil giggle after you've said something particularly southern

- If you're the type to say our phrases (colder than a witches tit, you call undies breeches, you make crazy comparisons) he will adopt them and look stupid doing it

- Just imagine Mikey, surfer dude, New Yorker, saying, "I reckon"

- Like baby... please hush

- lowkey the one that helped Raph make the country mix tape, added a few personal favorites (the fucking wal-mart yodeling kid, for some reason)

- Gets you boots, even if you don't wear them, and tries really hard to convince you to dress like Barbie in her cowgirl outfit

- Never a dull moment with this doofus

........Go Dawgs

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #donatello #leonardo #tmnt #michelangelo #raphael #southern reader #country

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euphorial-docx · 1 year

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my new favorite word is “brother.” like you’re cool, brother. see you later, brother. especially with a lil country twang. it’s such a fun word.

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harrytheehottie · 1 year

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god my list of Harry covering country songs is long (and lots of old songs because I like older country songs lol) but especially these: Shania! im gonna getcha good and forever and always his voice is so perfect for those two (it kills me that he only ever does man! and still the one),

KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF by the Georgia satellites please this one has been a dream cover for me back during hs1 when I was like wait Harry styles likes country?? plus it’s a fun song I know he’d do it so well

fire by bruce springsteen/the pointer sisters (not country but still kinda honkytonk he’d have so much fun with it) ,

life’s been good by Joe Walsh (not country but still has a lil twang to it)

night moves by Bob seger (again not really country but still groovy!!)

something in the orange by zach bryan (this is so fine line core)

baby I’m burnin AND two doors down - Dolly Parton (again he’d have so much fun omg I feel like people default to Jolene for him as a Dolly cover) or even a reworked here you come again cover omg

leave the pieces by the wreckers (solo and as a duet im not sure with who though like this is such a Harry song)

need you now (obvious)

BLUE - leann rhimes !!!! Imagine!!!!

he would have killed a Jackson (by Johnny cash and june) cover with kacey during love on tour

rhinestone cowboy - imagine during fine line era god strawberry wine!!

mammas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys

AHHHHHHHH what a solid list!!!!!!! I think Zach Bryan is so Harry if he was a county artist 😭 I would die for alllllllll of these covers 🫶🏽 like his song for Cam + his love of nashville + the Tyler connection to country music… it’s literally calling his name

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aaronafgash · 2 months

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10 NEW SONGS - 3/29/24

Happy Beyoncé Day to those who celebrate! Posting later today because it was my last day at my current job and I was actually working/packing up/getting my shit together instead of what I normally do (pretending I’m working while I’m actually writing a long blog post and researching new music all day).

1. BODYGUARD - Beyoncé

This is just … perfect. Feels like a breezy summer day and kind of gives me Golden Hour-era Kacey Musgraves vibes. Beyoncé nails every fuckin’ genre with such ease, I could listen to this forever. And I will!

2. JOLENE - Beyoncé

I’m generally not into covers, especially as recorded songs on an album. I didn’t feel as connected to “BLACKBIRD” earlier on COWBOY CARTER. But this? Man, this hits. I really appreciate the slight lyrical changes she made - “I’m still a Creole banjee bitch from Louisianne”. And the “DOLLY P” interlude to lead into it? Chills.

3. SPAGHETTII - Beyoncé

Everyone talks about how they can’t wait for the third iteration of this trilogy, with the expectation being that it will be a full on rock album. I’m sure that will be great and I’m certain Beyoncé will kill it because she’s Beyoncé. But what I really want and what I’ve been craving for years is a full album of Beyoncé just straight up rapping. This, along with multiple other examples over the years, showcase how she can really spit, and I would eat a full album of that right up. Over weird, scattered Swizz Beats production, Beyoncé sounds as confident as ever. I need more of this, and it was such a nice departure from the twangier country sounds we got on the rest of COWBOY CARTER.

4. II MOST WANTED (feat. Miley Cyrus) - Beyoncé

Love how this is a proper duet and not just a guest verse from Miley. They sound great together in unison and even better harmonizing with one another. It’s giving “Landslide” and I’m here for it.

5. TYRANT - Beyoncé

I promise this is the last Beyoncé song, but it’s her week! Again, this song goes so hard, and it feels like the most ideal blend of what we think of “typical” Beyoncé production combined with some of that country twang. I’m not at all mad about how it played out, but I think I expected more of the album to sound like this. I have no words left to say about Beyoncé at this point in time. I honestly could have just picked 10 songs from the album and called it a day. Alas!

6. Money At - Flyana Boss

This duo is so sick and I refuse to let them be one hit wonders after the viral success of “You Wish”. Just a fun, bouncy ass song that makes me scrunch my face up.

7. Do Thangs - Buddy

It will get completely overshadowed by the Beyoncé release, but Buddy dropped an excellent album, Don’t Forget To Breath, today as well. Hollywood Cole provides an outstanding, groovy beat here, and Buddy absolutely does it justice. He’s really improved as a singer, too - he can comfortably hold his own on hooks and bridges.

8. Take Me to the River - Lorde

Recorded as a cover (two covers this week after I specifically stated I’m not into covers? Who am I?) to the 1978 original by The Talking Heads, Lorde crushes this. I’ve never really heard her over this Bruce Springsteen-esque production but I enjoyed it a lot. Feel free to drop some new music, Lorde … any day now …

9. so down for him - lil hero

lil hero has quietly been a niche favorite of mine for a year or two, capitalizing on the sound that Pinkpantheress normalized. She’s consistently dropped catchy, almost lo-fi R&B earworms. Her music sounds vintage (think Y2K) while simultaneously feeling futuristic. My short attention span appreciates how she has precisely zero songs over 3 minutes in length.

10. World on a String - Jessica Pratt

Don't know much about Jessica Pratt but I've noticed her getting some buzz lately in indie corners of the internet and figured it was worth checking out her new single; I was not disappointed! She has such a unique, distinctive vocal tone. This song manages to hold my attention despite *almost* having no drums. I can totally see this being played in an emotional scene in a critically claimed movie that I love that eventually ends up getting snubbed at the Oscars.

#Spotify

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Hi again! I’m the Latina!reader x Clyde nonny

I’m sorry! (¡Lo siento!) for the missing info.

Let’s say reader is from the city and moved for work, and theres a bit of a lifestyle switch up/culture/fish out of water angle? She’s not used to the country and slower pace, and doesn’t have any friends here. Yet ;)

Maybe she teaches him some Spanish, or he learns some words on his own?? She calls him “mi novio” (lover/boyfriend) and he picks up on it?? Maybe overhearing her say something and he’s like AH I know that word!!

Fluffy smutty? Either direction or both!

Mi Novio [blurb] {Clyde Logan x latina!Reader}

author's notes: hello, hello! apologies for the delay in this fic response. but I hope this blurb was worth the wait :)

warnings: fluff. clyde attempting spanish with his thick southern accent. general cuteness.

no tw's :)

**just throwing it out there: I personally am not latina, so I can't speak for the total authenticity of this piece, but I hope I did a decent job with it.**

"Okay, now say 'Mi nombre es Clyde.'"

"Yer not makin' me say anythin' nasty, right?" His eyes narrow playfully.

"No, no. It means 'My name is Clyde.'" You laugh.

"Mi...nombre...es Clyde." He says, slowly, shaking his head at the awkward sounding country-twanged Spanish. "It sounds so much better when ya say it, darlin'."

You smile softly, reaching out to take his hand. "You'll get it, I promise."

Clyde nods, looking a bit discouraged. You find it so flattering that he wants to try and learn some of your native tongue. Having moved out here from the bustling city, you're still adjusting to life in the West Virginia country.

Everything seems to move much slower here, and you're so used to the fast-paced city life that it's been a challenge for you to slow yourself down to match the relaxed pace of the rest of the town. But, after visiting Duck Tape one night and meeting the handsome bartender, things became significantly easier for you.

Now, you're acclimating so much better with the Logan siblings help, introducing you to some of the more regular patrons of the bar. You're finally beginning to think of Boone County as home.

You look down at your watch, eyes widening when you realize how late it is.

"Oh gosh, I didn't realize how late it was. Lo siento, Clyde, I have to get up extra early for work in the morning. But, how about I swing by the trailer after my shift ends?"

He nods, giving you a small pout as you walk around the bar to give him a quick goodbye hug and kiss.

"Adiós, mi novio. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

You walk out of the bar, bell jingling against the wood door, and Clyde immediately pulls out his phone. He clicks on the Amazon app and types 'Spanish to English dictionary' into the search bar.

After calling Mellie and asking her which one he should order 'cause there were so many different options, which ended up being a whole three minutes of her chewing him out about calling her so damn late on a weekday for a non-emergency, he finally picked one out and ordered it.

He couldn't wait to find out what the hell "mi novio" meant, 'cause you've been calling him that for weeks and he still has no clue.

Clyde texted you the next day saying that there was some type of bar emergency that he had to deal with and apologizing (using "lo siento", which brought a smile to your face) for not being able to meet up with you.

So, you went to the bar right after your shift the day after that. Duck Tape was usually pretty quiet in the afternoons, which you liked because it gave you more chance to talk and be with Clyde uninterrupted.

When you walked into the bar, Clyde had a book held up to his face real close. The book's title was "A Spanish-to-English Dictionary for Beginners", and your heart skips a beat. He bought that book just for you?

His eyes were squinted as he tried to read the text, mouth moving slowly while he tried to pronounce some of the words.

"Buenas tardes, mi novio." You say, smiling as you hop up on a barstool. "What are you reading?"

"Hey, darlin'. Oh, uh, this? It's n-nothin'." He blushes, quickly shoving the book under the bar. "Just a lil somethin' I bought from the Amazon."

You laugh. "I saw the cover, Clyde. I can't believe you bought that just to learn Spanish."

Clyde smiles, pulling the dictionary back out.

"'Course I did, sweet pea. I wanna learn. And I've been workin' on my pronunciations all day t'day, i-if ya wanna hear 'em..."

You're beaming with happiness and pride as you nod eagerly.

"Now o' course, they ain't perfect. But, they're better than they were, I-I think."

Despite his thick accent (and him not being able to roll his r's), Clyde's pronunciation of 'Mi nombre es Clyde' and '¿Cómo te llamas?' was pretty good.

You clap for him, unable to wipe the smile from your face as you do so. "That was really good, Clyde. I'm so proud of you!"

He blushes, smiling softly as he puts the book back under the bar.

"Thank ya. Only problem is, I still dunno what 'mi novio' means 'cause it ain't in the book. That's one of the reasons I bought the damn thing, to try and figure out what it meant, and it ain't even in there! That's what I get for buyin' somethin' on the Amazon, I guess."

The two of you laugh together for a few seconds, then you kiss the back of his hand with a smile.

"'Mi novio' means 'boyfriend.'"

Clyde nods, blushing a bit as he wipes down the bar. "I shoulda guessed that one. But it's sweet that ya call me that, I like the way it sounds."

You laugh again, reaching up to give him a quick kiss on the lips, thinking about how lucky you are to have found an amazing guy like Clyde.

#mrs-gucci #mrs gucci writes clyde logan #logan lucky #adcu fanfic #adcu #adcu community #clyde logan #clyde logan fanfiction #clyde logan fluff #clyde logan x reader #latina reader #latina!reader #clyde logan x latina!reader #clyde logan x reader fluff #adam driver fluff #adam driver character

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elliebartlets · 3 years

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TWW REWATCH: He Shall, From Time to Time (1.12)

• I love this episode because

a.) we find out this huge secret about Bartlet

b.) Abbey

• “Damn. You know what I forgot to do today? I forgot to feel the President’s glands.”

• the typos in the speech kill me

“As we gaze at the vast horizons of possibilities open to us...in the 321st century. Wow that was ambitious of me wasn’t it?”

“I’m proud to report our country’s stranger than it was a year ago.” Boy is that the truth

• “Is it possible I’m taking something called euthanasia?”

• Hm I always thought Bartlet refused the cardiogram because he was being stubborn and didn’t wanna go but is it because MS could show up?

• why is Bill Clinton’s picture in the situation room? I know there’s a picture near Charlie’s desk in one episode but I’ve never seen it in the SR. Is that some tribute to him cause he was President at the time?

• CJ had some weird twang going on when she said “and I need my office” it was like “awfis” lmao

• I love how Bartlet tries to get Abbey’s attention but she ignores him cause she’s in Doctor Mode so he just folds his hands and sits there

“I was wondering when you were gonna notice me.” Lol

• “I could jump you right now.”

“I could kill you right now.”

“My thing’s more fun.”

Honestly one of my favorite exchanges

• their relationship is so tender and soft I’m 🥺

• I love how Donna says “so if somebody blows up the building” right when she’s walking by a security guard lol

• “If somebody blows up the capitol building during the state of the union, I’d imagine I’d move up a few slots.”

• “Do you even know what you’re listening for right now?”

“Do you know how many other people I could’ve married?”

• “So if the capitol building blows up the man my country will be looking to is the secretary of agriculture.”

“It’s my country too.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be dead.”

Lmaoshdjsba I love Donna

• Sam and Josh are absolutely amazing. Sam goes ahead and writes the letter of support for Leo even though Leo specifically told him not to do that and then when Josh finds out he’s like Sam wtf did you learn nothing from the incident with Laurie??? and Sam’s like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and then Josh is like ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ and it’s hilarious because they’re both so dumb but they’re doing it because they love Leo

• Bartlet watching soap operas lmao

“Don’t any of these people have jobs? They seem to have a lot of free time during the middle of the day. And that woman’s changed her clothes quite a lot for one afternoon.”

• oh god that conversation between Bartlet and Leo was so emotional. They were both getting teary eyed and choked up

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause I wanted to be the president.”

“That wouldn’t have stopped me from getting you here. And I could’ve been a friend.”

“You’ve been a friend.”

“When I was lying on my face in the motel parking, lot you were the one I called.”

“When you stood up there today, I was so proud. I wanted to be with you.”

I either forgot about this scene or forgot how emotional it was

• CJ and Josh watching Sam and Mallory make out like they’re some exhibit at the zoo

• aw the lil podium in Gail’s fishbowl

• “Can I come in?”

“CJ this is your office.”

Skdjsb

• CJ almost carrying the fishbowl out of her office after making out with Danny will never not be funny to me

• and then she runs into the door

• Leo staring at Bartlet and Abbey being cute and holding hands is me everytime

• “I know of your love of all things ancient.” God I think anyone who has even met Bartlet once would know how much he loves history and old things

• “You got a best friend?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is he smarter than you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you trust him with your life?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s your Chief of Staff.”

🥲🥲🥲

god damn that took me out. This is such a quality Bartlet/ Leo episode

#the west wing #tww #he shall from time to time #jed bartlet #leo mcgarry #abbey bartlet #rewatching the west wing #I love this episode more than I remembered!!!

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palettepainter · 3 years

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Did Snipe and Higari bond over being raised in the country? I can fully imagine both of them slipping into unintelligible southern twang when having a full conversation with each other and everyone else is just staring slack jawed

I'm ashamed of myself that I never considered this before-

All I can imagine is the two hanging out one day or something and Snipe jokingly gives Higari a spare hat, saying he's got the southern drawl in his voice to match the looks now. Then when Ecto or Midnight comes over to check on them both of them are sitting back in deck chairs, one leg kicked over the other, hands behind their heads with their hats tipped down their faces with a piece of grass between their teeth XD

Also them sharing really chaotic childhood stories and not batting an eye at them while everyone else is like "WTF Why would you do that?!-"

Snipe: Ah remember one time as a teen I really wanted to have my own gun. Course my Pa was a strict man when it came to my quirk and said I had to wait till I was 18. So a'course I took his gun when he weren't lookin', almost shot myself in the foot

Higari: No way, Chikara had this bow and arrow once she made when she was like 8, she almost shot me in the foot with her arrow.

Snipe: *chuckles* Oh yeah? Betcha never got on the wrong side of a bear though huh?

Higari: Nope but I did mess with the wrong end of a skunk. Got dared, and lil old me wasn't backing down from a dare. *points to snipe* Camping trip gone wrong?

Snipe: Eeyup, boy-scouts. I went off hiking on my own and wondered right into a mumma bear *chuckles* Thing nearly got me to

Higari: Mhm, I should take Riley and Haiya camping

Midnight: HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO STILL ALIVE-

#MHA #Snipe #Powerloader #Higari #Midnight #Main AU

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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Hey! I would really love to see your ranking of all the boys. Favorite-least favorite kinda deal. You don’t have to explain your choices if you dont want too. Cause I know you don’t like to write for all 13 of them. I think it would be interesting to see which characters you enjoy over others!

And if you don’t want to rank all 13. Top 5. It’s whatever you want!

~✨❤️love ya, respect ya, and hope you have a great weekend!❤️✨~

Oh I love this!!!!

First we got Din, he's my boi, first time character of pedros of mine and I have not looked back since.

Second Pero Tovar, he's so grumpy and just hungry and ik he would hate me because I'm pretty chipper but idc LOVE ME.

Third is Ezra (prospect) he's just so morally dubious and in the grey area he's a favorite character of mine overall just for how he plays out getting to saftey.

Fourth Max Phillips, of course he's in the top 5 I love this asshole way to much for no apparent reason? Welp here we are.

Fifth Marcus Pike, he's so fucking sweet and deserved so much better than to be the sad ex boi toy.

Sixth, Javi, ik hes a lil low but I love this grump. He has the best shirts and the best sass. Also puppy dog eyes Peña is everything, change my mind. I fucking dare you.

Seventh we got Frankie! Another sweetie and like one of the only characters in Triple frontier that made any sense to me? Like pls next mission listen to the fucking pilot, I think he knows more about flying and weight more than you TOM.

Eighth we got Maxwell Lord, he's so much softer than I expected. Like yes. He almost caused another cold war BUT it didn't happen? Like will always side eye but he just wanted to be great for his son 🥺

Ninth is Marcus Moreno, he was in the movie for like 5 minutes BUT HE WAS SO CUTE. When he dropped off Missy at school and his surprised little jump when she called him out for not listening? Freaking adorable.

Tenth we got Dave York, he's such a mixed bag for me. Like do I think he's hot? Sometimes? Idk sometimes I see Dave and I'm like AH literally crocodile man! But other times I'm like...see this neck??? You wanna grip it?

Eleventh Omar Assarian, very minor role but he had spunk and some sass I could dig with. He's kind of an ass tho.

Twelveth Zach Wellison, while he's sweeter than Omar he was like....the equivalent to raisin brand cereal? Like its healthy and good for you but kind of bland?

Thirteenth Liam, he's a bit new to me but I like how he kind of has the Dave vibes of like omfg he's scary but also...👀

And coming dead last is....Agent Whiskey I AM SO SORRY TO MY BBYS WHO ADORE JACK DANIELS idk what or why but the country twang just....ain't it for me pal. The closest time I was into whiskey was because of Mama Z over on @zeldasayer but that Whiskey is cool and into weed and from the 70s, so thats hot. But canon yee-haw I hate that good green Whiskey? Nah, no thanks for meeee.

#luna talks #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #hi ily <3 #hi bbys

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princessdevy03 · 4 years

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Author’s Note: Happy birthday to @anybodihearme! I know it’s late but it’s done. Don’t fight me! I’ll fight you, damnit!

Birthday Surprise

Kevin leaned his head back and sighed.

The city whipped by outside the window of the Uber Eddy ordered as quickly as the thoughts in his head.

“Rolf has the dogs and Nazz is holding my present from mom...”

“Ed is gonna cut the grass Saturday…”

“Sarah’s gonna make sure the guys at the shop are on schedule…”

“Johnny’s got the shop…”

As the city gave way to the countryside, he closed his eyes to lock away the blue of the sky that reminded him of a certain set of the eyes he hadn’t seen in far too long.

Edd was stuck across the country at his dream job as a director of a biomedical lab in the Pacific Northwest. His and Kevin’s relationship started there because Kevin was stationed at a nearby US Navy base as a Marine, but when Kevin’s dad passed away, he came back home to West Virginia to take over the family auto body shop as his contract was up and decent mechanics jobs were hard to come by without moving down the coast to even more expensive locales.

Edd said they’d make it work, but Kevin was wary.

His career in the Marines took him to Hawaii, Germany, Japan, Korea, Texas, and England.

Every duty station led to new heartbreak as every other guy or girl just couldn’t handle being in a long distant relationship.

Edd was the first who seemed to understand, but he was also the first person that got Kevin to think about life after he couldn’t handle being in the Marine Corps anymore.

The stress of dealing with his PTSD and trying to juggle being a good son, good friend, and a good Marine was tough.

And when romance was involved, his being all in could be the most stressful thing of all.

Edd had always been a bit high strung when it came to how he liked his home to look, how he applied himself to school and work, but his love for his family and friends was easily given as breathing.

So while Kevin would be there with gifts, surprise dates, and mushy compliments, Edd was more likely to suggest getting coffee before spending the day running errands and grabbing a quick bite to eat before Kevin had to be back at the barracks.

But the sudden cross country shift had them rethinking about how to keep the love flowing.

Kevin would send flowers everyday and Edd would call him every night.

Up until about a month ago.

The texts were short, but he’d still get a good morning text and he started sending GrubHub to the shop every Friday with donuts and a box of coffee from Dunkin’.

Kevin would be lying, though, if he said that Edd ignoring his Duo calls didn’t have him feeling some kinda way.

But Edd did suggest that Kevin head up to the dude ranch in the mountains for his birthday to get away from work and his lingering issues with closing his father’s estate.

“I’ll call you when you guys have dinner, and I’ll make something with you and it’ll be like having dinner together,” Edd had said when Kevin finally got a hold of him two weeks ago.

Edd was dressed in his lab coat that looked like it was losing a fight with the chemicals in the lab and he needed a haircut and some sleep if the bags under his eyes were any indication of what he was feeling like at the moment.

Kevin felt a tinge bad that he had a snarky attitude in the texts he had been sending, and Lort his voicemail messages…

Edd’s work was desperately needed in the middle of the current global health crisis they were living in, so he hadn’t been purposely ignoring his man, but he could make time, right?

But with the world being on a tight lockdown, dinner via video call would have to do.

When he got to the ranch, the fresh air had him feeling a bit better.

And the horses…

Growing up, he’d spend at least a week every summer with his whole extended family at the family ranch in Wyoming, so riding horses was second nature to his bike and motorcycle.

When Edd suggested going riding in the Cascades one long weekend, Kevin started falling in love.

Having a long weekend to himself on the beautiful creatures would be just what the doctor ordered.

Eddy knew about this particular ranch from his leadership networking conferences and got Kevin a deal, and let him use his Uber Black membership to get a ride there and back provided Kevin didn’t steal any of the horses.

Once he laid eyes on the black stallion with blue eyes in the field behind his cabin, he knew he was gonna have a hell of a time keeping his promise to keep things on the ranch…

When he walked in the cabin, he was pleasantly surprised to see a shoebox on the bed of his favorite brand of riding boots.

“I wonder what color he got this time,” he chuckled to himself.

For the last five years, Edd would get him a new color of boots for his birthday.

“I think they’re green,” a voice coming from the bathroom said. “I don’t think I’ve gotten you green ones yet.”

Kevin doesn’t remember screaming but it took a good ten minutes for him to stop shaking after he scooped Edd in his arms and tossed him on the bed.

Once his heart beat returned to something resembling normal, he looked into sky blue eyes and frowned.

“You’re here.”

“Yes,” Edd chuckled and Kevin rolled his eyes as he sat up and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“And ruin the surprise?!” Edd laughed. “Nah.”

“What about work?”

Kevin knew Edd’s work was leading the charge to get the United States out of a pandemic it hadn’t seen the likes of in a good century. He just didn’t like the idea of Edd blowing it off, even if it was his birthday weekend.

“I can’t really do anything about it now,” Edd sighed, feeling a bit guilty about the slightly white lie. “It’s back to the lab techs to sort through the latest findings, so I can take a few days.”

“But just a few?”

“I’m sorry, Kevin,” Edd said softly as he rubbed his arm. “But we’ll make the most of it. I’ll even make dinner.”

Kevin’s stomach growling echoed around the quiet room in response to this as the dinner bell rang.

Dinner on the ranch was simple, you could take a picnic basket back to your cabin or have dinner in the open field off the side of the main house’s commercial kitchen. If you opted for the latter, there was a story time with one of the permanent ranch hands, embellishing the history of the ranch, as everyone ate at the huge picnic tables that circled a large fire pit.

Once the sun went down, the fire pit was lit, small brown paper bags filled with blocks of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers were passed around, and more than a few ghost stories told.

But not a single twang of a banjo was heard, just the soft strumming of a six string guitar dueting with a low harmonica. And the low moo of a cow or two.

Kevin and Edd opted for dinner in the field as Kevin was eager to see the temperament of the horses before trying to pick which one to make his own over the long weekend, after which they fed a snack or two to the horses before they went to the barn for the night. Then it was s’mores and ghost stories with a lil stargazing and a nice, long leisurely stroll back to the cabin.

Kevin honestly didn’t want the night to end, even if his body was nearly begging him to sleep.

Edd’s wasn’t, though.

As soon as they walked in the door, Edd had him pinned against it, deftly locking the deadbolt with one hand, the other undoing Kevin’s pants.

And the breeze blowing through the valley gave Kevin his second wind.

Edd’s beanie was gone as fast as their shoes, they walked out of their pants as Kevin walked them backwards to the bed.

“God, why do you have to over dress so much?” Kevin whined as he undid the buttons on Edd’s shirt, thankful he hadn’t worn a tie.

“You look good, you feel good,” Edd huffed as he undid his cuffs and then batted Kevin’s hands away so he could pull his shirt over his head.

Kevin always thought he looked good, but he looked even better now with his dick in his mouth.

His hands ached as he grasped silky strands as dark as the night sky. The few silver highlights looked like stars, but Edd rather he see color bars.

Kevin squeezed his eyes tight, flashes of technicolor sparking with every jerk of his hips as he fucked his boyfriend’s face.

It seemed cruel, Edd grabbing his ass to take him all the way in, like he didn’t care that Kevin’s yearning and frustrations were aching his jaw, but he loved the man so much that it felt good to do this.

Right until Kevin tore himself away.

Edd sputtered but Kevin grinned.

“Stop your whining, Dork. I brought my chaps and my good sweats.”

“You are not riding in sweats and chaps,” Edd laughed as he shoved him on the bed and went to get his lube out of the bathroom.

“I do what I want!” Kevin protested. “It’s my birthday and I do what I want!”

“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow and committing crimes against fashion shouldn’t be a birthday wish!” Edd cackled as he leaned against the door and juggled the silicone lube in his hands

“Well, riding your dick is, so get over here!”

Edd couldn’t argue because he really wanted Kevin to ride his dick. If he hadn’t been so shell shocked that he had shown up or so hungry or so eager to see the horses, he’d told him to hop on sooner.

But watching him finally relax and put the stress of work out of his mind was worth it.

Especially since what he had planned would knock him out for the rest of the night.

A ride would mean Edd would have to be on his back, at least to start, so while Kevin flipped their positions, Edd guided him to his side and told him to get his horse ready.

Kevin shrugged his shoulders and went to put his head between his legs, but he nearly choked when Edd started to work a finger in his ass. Edd nearly stopped, but Kevin popped his ass out and Edd’s finger went deeper as Kevin took as much of him in as he could.

“Fuck,” he softly moaned when Kevin spread his leg a bit more, gently massaging the joint where hip met thigh with one hand, using the other as an extension of his mouth.

It was hard to focus in a moment like this but Edd had plans.

And so did Kevin.

When he dropped the lube so he could add another finger in, Kevin snatched it up.

Edd figured he was gonna use it to slick him up and get the show on the road, as it were, but he cried out like a whore when Kevin put his mouth to the tip of his dick, spread his lower cheeks with his greased up hand and whispered, “Get to work.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His mind was tearing apart at the seams while Kevin sucked him off and played with his ass. He held on by fingering him as fast and hard as he could.

Kevin liked it rough and it was his birthday weekend. The present from Edd’s strong right hand was AMAZING. The left one gently playing in his hair was sending goosebumps all over and when the A/C kicked on, Kevin nearly exploded as the added sensation of cool air on his hot body was absolutely enrapturing.

Edd must have been feeling the same way because he pushed Kevin’s head away from his cock with one hand, but the other grabbed his waist to make him come sit in his lap.

“C’mere.”

Then the room spun.

Well, Kevin thought it did til he realized Edd had spun him around to sit in his lap, but facing away from him and towards the mirror.

And Kevin had never seen Edd’s hands move so fast before.

He gripped the sheets as Edd lifted him up, spread his cheeks, and slowly but firmly pulled him full into his lap, filling him up with everything he had.

The stack of pillows on the bed gave him enough of a cushion to sit up, spread Kevin’s legs, and give the order.

“Ride. Me.”

The visual was mind blowing.

Kevin was flushed, glistening with sweat, his dick throbbing against his hard abs, and Edd wanted a show.

He moved against the fullness in him slowly, enjoying the electrifying numbness that spread all over his body. His fingertips reached for Edd’s hands that were caressing his chest, and that gapped tooth mouth sunk into his shoulder on a whine as he gently kissed his knuckles and started to ride him.

Hands were everywhere, in his hair, turning his face to kiss him senseless, gripping strong arms to hold onto some sense of reality, pawing at his abs, squeezing his chest, playing with his nipples to get him to moan like a slut so in touch with themselves that you can’t help but touch them like they want you to.

But they never broke their gaze in the mirror.

As Kevin lost control, his dick leaking with cum, Edd held on...to his dick.

“Fuck, yes Baby! Just like that!” Kevin screamed as he rode him harder, his movements putting porn stars to shame.

“You gonna cum for me?” Edd whispered and Kevin whined as he nodded, his hand reaching around to grab Edd’s hips to make him fuck him hard and senseless.

“Harder. Faster. Edd…,” his words came out disjointed, but he had to say something! “Dear God, pleeeeeease.”

The bed creaked as Edd pulled him close with one arm, stroked him off with his free hand, and jerked his hips as fast and hard as he could.

Watching the man in his lap jerk once, then twice as he came in his hand was so fucking sexy; jaw dropped, eyes wide in elated shock, legs kicking, both hands around Edd’s one that was stroking him into oblivion.

They had never done it like this before and Kevin wasn’t too sure he’d live til his actual birthday the next day if they kept it up. But he didn’t care. Seeing himself in the mirror like that, as the object of all of Edd’s desires was enough.

That orgasm, tho!

Edd checked his smartwatch then giggled.

“Happy birthday, Kevin.”

Kevin gave him a weak thumbs up as thanks while his thoughts slipped away.

He awoke the next morning, dressed in clean boxers, still slightly embarrassed Edd had to drag him to the bathroom and back again, but no shirt, hearing Edd whisper into his phone.

“Yes, Megan,” Edd said, “I got it all right in front of me. I’m going to see about making some moves later this week but I don’t see why I can’t do it from here.”

“Do what?” Kevin whispered confused and feeling nosy.

Edd squeaked when he noticed he was awake and then said, “I gotta go. I’ll call you Monday with my final answer.”

“Wha? Why are you working?! It’s my birthday!” Kevin pouted. “And that’s my shirt!”

Edd looked down at the shirt he was wearing.

It was an old Marine Corps PT t-shirt Kevin used to wear around Edd’s apartment out west. Actually, the red head left several of these t-shirts in Edd’s apartment when he moved back East and Edd would sleep in them often because it was his way of keeping Kevin close after he left.

“You left it in my house, so it’s mine now,” Edd grinned and Kevin’s ready to fight!

“Stupid dork with his stupid smile,” Kevin thought to himself knowing good and damn well that Edd was right.

“So!? It’s still my birthday,” he half pouted trying to figure out a way to get back at Edd for...working?

“It is,” Edd nodded as he got up to join him in the bed. “What would you like to do today?”

“For you to stop working,” Kevin snarked and Edd laughed.

“I am off til Monday,” he shrugged and Kevin honestly frowned, not that he wanted to talk about it but he did need to know.

“Do you have a ride to the airport?”

“More like,” Edd sighed and then let the words tumble out all at once as he stared holes into his hands, “Iwaswonderingifyouwantedaroommate.”

“Wha?”

“Well, I said-”

“I know what you said, Edd.”

Edd finally looked up at him and he doesn’t remember seeing Kevin ever looking this happy.

“Well, it’s just that, in order for things to keep progressing smoothly, they need a new lab director out here because Dr Stavian is retiring.”

“And they want you to come out and do it?” Kevin asked as he pulled him into his lap.

“Well, yes, but only as an interim because I don’t have my doctorate degree.”

“Yet.”

“Kevin.”

“It’s been like four years, Edd!”

Edd made a face because when he had run into Kevin again after so many years away, he was a year done with his masters program and didn’t have any desire to go back to school. He was just too burnt out.

Kevin figured he just needed a break because he had been in school the entire time he had known him. He couldn’t imagine him stopping forever.

“Listen,” Kevin told him as he gripped his twitching hands still, “You said that Justin said that they’d pay for it when you’re ready and apparently you don’t have much of a choice if you move back this way.”

“But I don’t want to lose you!” Edd protested and Kevin looked at him like he had two heads.

“HOW?!”

“School is an all consuming thing,” Edd sighed. “I can’t really focus on us if I have to go to class, then the lab, then work everyday for the next four years, at minimum.”

“You can if we live together.”

“Wait a min -”

Kevin laughed as he saw the wheels turn in Edd’s head and said, “You just asked if you could move in Mr DoYouNeedARoommate, like I’m gonna let my boyfriend just be my damn roommate. So how hard would it be if you went to school and we lived together?”

“You might have to move actually, because the commute from your place to the lab is like 45 minutes. Add in the campus and you’re looking at a good hour and a half.”

Edd thought he had him til Kevin shrugged and said, “So we move. Be closer to Ma that way anyways.”

“What about the shop?!”

“The further away I am from that place, the better,” Kevin laughed. “It’s one of the joys of being the boss. Besides, Johnny lives upstairs so he keeps the place in line. I just do paperwork.”

“Oh.”

Kevin smirked as all of Edd’s arguments died away.

They could make it work.

“We can do this, Edd,” Kevin said softly as he gave him Eskimo kisses. “Just go back to school and let me worry about the rest.”

“Especially since we ain’t paying for it!” Edd laughed and Kevin snorted.

“Damn straight.”

“I thought you were bi.”

“I’m about to bite that ass,” Kevin grinned but the breakfast bell rang and the smell of fresh bacon had to be indulged.

They took a picnic basket back to the cabin for lunch after their morning ride and used Kevin’s hotspot to look for apartments and houses to rent closer to the labs and university as the ranch’s free wifi was sketchy. A quiet neighborhood not too far from Kevin’s mother’s retirement community seemed the perfect place to start and Edd sent out a few online applications while Kevin made arrangements for dinner.

They rode the black stallion together to a grove of apple trees for a picnic at dusk and discussed the plans they made.

And make out like teenagers.

But the first mosquito bite had them racing back to the cabin as neither wanted to have any more awkward scratches in public than necessary after this trip.

They led the stallion back to his barn and walked slowly back to the cabin, Edd taking note of the constellations overhead.

They collapsed into the bed in a tight cuddle, worn out from their excursions for the day.

“You know, tomorrow is Saturday,” Edd said as they laid in the content silence.

If Edd was mentioning Saturday…

He didn’t know where Kevin got the birthday hat from, but it was a much better outfit than the sweats with chaps.

Especially when one needs to be ready for a day in bed with your homieloverfriend.

#kevedd #reg!kevedd #reg!kev #reg!edd #kevin barr #eddward vincent #for anybodihear me #happy birthday #birthday present #birthday fic

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 3)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 3)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,736

Author Notes: Wasn’t too sure about this one. I don’t think I’m very good at writing fight scenes. I’ve got quite a few more other chapters of this planned. Any feedback is appreciated!

You didn’t remember how it had all started you had been sitting at the bar with Whiskey minding your own business. He had taken you out to a late dinner after the two of you had finished your latest mission reports and handed them in. And then you had wound up at the bar not far from the Statesman headquarters each nursing a drink, Whiskey had chosen his namesake while you had ordered a hard cider. Whiskey had been in a flirty mood and kept his hand on your body since you both walked in. Either it was ghosting up your thigh or inching up your back to your shoulder. It made you dizzy with affection and to be able to give yourself some breathing room to get yourself under control you had moved to the old jukebox in the corner of the room. There wasn’t much of a selection you found it was all old country songs and you decided to pick something a little upbeat to distract yourself.

It wasn’t until you turned around with a grin on your face to look over at Whiskey that you noticed the tension that was growing in the air. There was a medium height beer bellied man standing next to Whiskey, where you had been sitting, talking to him with his hands on his hips. You could read the agitated state the man was projecting and Whiskey wasn’t much better you found when your eyes darted to him. Whiskey was glaring at the man with scowl on his face and leaning forward in an intimidating way.

“Don’ worry ‘bout them honey it’s jus’ man talk.” Came a southern twang to your right and you turned your head to stare at a tall scrawny man wearing a trucker hat who was leering at you. You felt disgusting as you watched his eyes take in your body and you instantly felt your body tense. “Nuttin’ to worry yer little head ‘bout.” He sneered as he moved closer to you.

“All the same I think I should get back to my date.” You said kindly as you nodded your head over to Whiskey, whose eyes were instantly on you once he heard your voice. You moved to walk around the man but he was quicker and grabbed your forearm effectively stopping you from leaving him. You stiffened even more and watched over the man’s shoulder as Whiskey stood from his stool. The man who was harassing Whiskey was becoming more belligerent and was stopping Whiskey from getting over to you. Your eyes darted to the man holding you back and glared hard, the man sucked in a breath in surprise and you leaned in real close to him still glaring. “I’m gonna only ask you once to let go before you regret it.” You whispered ominously to him and watched his eyes as they quickly changed from shock to rage. Well you did warn him.

“Why you lil’ bitch who you think yer talkin’ to?” he sneered loudly and angrily as his grip tightened. The silence after his question was almost deafening but you quickly reacted, your fist shot out and clipped him right in the nose and he reeled backwards letting go of you. Immediately the man’s friends were standing and rushing towards you and the fight was on. Working with your fists and feet you were able to keep the men back from doing much damage to you. They got in a few cheap shots but you were quicker and trained by Statesman so you held your own in this unfair fight of four against one. You had lost track of Whiskey until you felt a strong back crash into yours and you held firm so that neither of you toppled to the floor.

“Just me darlin’.” He said over his shoulder to you hurriedly as the two of you took stock of what you were up against. The men seemed to have a bit of stamina on them but you wearing them down. Just then one came darting out towards you and twisted your body you deliver an uppercut to his chin which made him reel back into his friends. Then two came at you and one had managed to grab you around your forearms holding you to his chest while the other started throwing punches.

Whiskey panted softly as finally laid out Bubba who was the largest of the group and the one who had approached him at the bar. The larger man lay sprawled out on the floor of the bar and Whiskey turned on his heel to see where you were. What he saw made his blood boil and instantly freeze, one man of the group had a hold on your forearms trapping your arms behind you as he held you to his chest. There was another man coming towards you with a sinister smirk on his face while raising his fists. And the other two were behind him just watching.

“I’m gon’ enjoy this honey. No one threatens me.” He sneered angrily. Jack took a step towards you to help when he watched as your booted foot lifted quickly and kicked out like a bucking bronco straight into the man’s chest effectively knocking him on his ass. He then watched as your head reared back and clocked the man holding you right in the nose and blood spurted out onto you. The man instantly let you go and began yelling as he grabbed his nose. The other men of the group moving closer to you but their bodies held a sort of caution now that they saw that you were fighting back.

“Maybe if y’all had manners I wouldn’t have to threaten you.” Whiskey heard you drawl out in a horrible imitation of a southern drawl. His grin almost overtook his face as he watched you dust yourself off and stand to your full height. You were breathtaking. He watched you raise your fists once again and take in the other men. “Who’s next?” you asked cynically as you all stood motionless. Whiskey felt his breath stutter in his chest as his eyes darted over your body. You were tense in a fighting stance, your hips planted as your feet stood at shoulder width apart and your fists were raised close to the sides of your face. There was blood trailing down the side of your face and he could see a bruise starting to blossom on one of your cheekbones.

Before any of the men could move to start fighting you again a loud shrill whistle rang out in the bar catching everyone’s attention. The barmaid behind the bar was glaring at all of them.

“I want all y’all outta my bar, ye hear me! Tuck pick up Bubba and Chase and git out!” she snapped angrily. “If I see any o’ you trying to get handsy with this her lil’ woman y’all have to answer to me. Ye hear?!” she shouted at them. The two men who weren’t injured quickly moved to pick up their friends and all of them scurried from the bar like the cowards they were. Whiskey moved closer to you placing a soft hand on your elbow to not startle you. He knew you had a mean right hook.

“You alright darlin’?” he asked softly. Before you could turn to him the barmaid caught your attention again.

“I’m awfully sorry that they can’ keep their measly hands to themselves sweetheart.” The barmaid said softly to you. Whiskey watched as a sweet smile graced your lips and his breath caught again in his chest. The way you effortlessly move from hard trained fighter to soft and sweet young woman amazed him and literally stole his breath.

“It’s nothing, I can protect myself. I’m sorry I was fighting in your bar.” You said sweetly to her and she waved the rag she was holding in her hand at you.

“Yer partner might wanna get you checked out. Yer bleeding.” She said smiling at you and nodding at Whiskey. Whiskey nodded his head and turned your body to him.

“It’s nothing Whiskey.” You said softly as you looked up at him. His eyes were darting all around your face taking you in. There was the blood on the side of your head trailing down your face and that bruise on your cheekbone. But he could now also see that you had busted your lip on the bottom left corner, that was gonna be bitch to heal, and a nick on the underside of your right jaw. Not to mention the collar of your shirt on the back was blooded from the man’s broken nose you gave him.

“Well if you won’t let me take you to medical at HQ, at least let me take you back to yer place to patch you up.” He said firmly and watched as you opened your mouth to speak. “If for nothing else than to appease my racing heart and worry that you’ll be fine.” He said quickly to curb that protest he knew that would come his way. He watched your pretty eyes soften slightly at his words.

“Worried ‘bout me, huh, cowboy?” you asked softly as you moved closer to him.

“Just slightly for your recovery. I know you can take care of yerself in a fight, I’ve seen it many times before. But I know that busted lip is gonna be one helluva wound to heal.” He admitted as his hands trailed up your sides gently squeezing. Your eyes sparkled warmly at him and he felt his body tense while he watched you lean close. Your hands traveled up his stomach as they pressed into him so you could lean up on tiptoe to get even closer to him. His body instinctively moved closer to you and his hands came to hold your hips gently to steady you.

“You just know all the right things to say to get your way don’t you?” you whispered in a voice that was tantalizing to his ears. Whiskey smirked softly down at you and lightly pressed his lips yours being careful of the wound on your lip.

“Only when it comes to you darlin’.” He drawled softly to you and watched the smile bloom on your face and for the third time in the span of minutes his breath was stolen from him again.

#my writing #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #fallin' all in you #kingsman the golden circle

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parkerparts · 4 years

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My Work is Loving the World

Harley Keener lives alone in Tony Stark’s cabin by the lake. He fills his days with bot-building, AI-coding, garden-tending, and absolutely no spider-killing. It’s fun, sure, but he’s terribly lonely. That all changes when he comes across a red and blue spider in his garden, and to make matters even better, the little fella can understand him.

Truly, it’s a testament to Harley’s sanity — or lack thereof — that he doesn’t run away screaming. Instead, he smiles softly and holds out his hand. “Well then, Peter. Want to come stay with me in the house for a little while? I’m real lonely up there and could use the company.”

The spider Peter doesn’t bother spelling out a response. He just jumps into Harley’s hands, ready to go with him to the ends of the earth.

“Well then,” Harley says again, if only to fill the silence between himself and the nonverbal creature. “Here we go.”

(parkner, 2.6k, no warnings except for fluff and a lil sad boi harley, inspired by this prompt by @offbrand-celestial, title from mary oliver’s ‘the messenger,’ beta’d by the lovely @midorimireio-blog)

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When he was nine years old, Harley read that killing spiders in a beer brewery was practically illegal. His garage might not be a brewery — though admittedly, he had made moonshine in there once or twice on a whim with a friend or as a dare — but he still outlawed the killing of spiders.

“Why?” his Ma had asked, stepping into the place to bring him a dinner plate. She frowned at the expanse of cobwebs Harley empathetically embraced.

“They’re cool creatures,” he said with a shrug, mouth full with a bite cornbread. “Ain’t done nothing wrong to me, so I don’t see no point in killin’ them things.”

Twelve years later, not a thing has changed. He lives in Georgia now, in the lakeside cabin Tony and Pepper keep as their getaway house. They visit more often as Morgan gets older, needing a break from whatever mess they handle up in the city to spend time as a family — Harley and the other Keeners included. Harley’s Ma lives in New York, has some swanky job in one of Pepper’s departments, but Abbie’s in Georgia with Harley, attending Emory University. Harley, at Tony’s insistence, had finished high school before moving out, though he refused to go to college. He liked living here, alone most of the time except for when Abbie visited from her dorm on holidays and the Starks and his Ma came down every couple of months. He could do as he pleased, tinkering and inventing and regularly blowing things up. He was terribly happy in that cabin by the lake.

He was also terribly lonely.

Sure, he had his cars and his bots and his trusty AI C.I.R.C.E, but they weren’t the same as human connection, something he infallibly yearned for. Some days, when the self-imposed isolation was too much to bear, he’d drive half an hour into the city of Atlanta, stay a night in a hotel, find a bar, and dance the night away with a faceless guy or two before sleeping alone, buzzed but not drunk and temporarily satisfied.

Most days though, he’d just swallow down the loneliness, bury himself in work or bury himself in blankets. It was all the same to him anyway — a hazy blur of sunrises and sunsets and meals he may or may not have eaten, chores he may or may not have finished. The pile of dirty clothes is a testament to that last one, and he spends three days in an engineering binge to create Landry, the bot who lovingly does his laundry for him when he can hardly be bothered to get out of bed.

Some memories in this hazy blur stick out more sharply than others, and they all revolve around the garden.

It had been started by Pepper as a vegetable garden. When its care fell into Harley’s hands, he had lovingly invested in it, throwing as much hard work and passion into it as he did his engineering. Over the years it has grown into a veritable maze — though not an actual hedge maze, which would have been unimaginably pretentious in Harley’s eyes, and much too orderly. He grew nearly every fruit, vegetable, and flower the Georgia climate would allow and spent hours engineering bots to take care of it.

And, just as in the old garage back in Rose Hill, he had a strict no spider-killing rule.

Harley wakes up, sprawled sideways in a chair on the porch. The sun is high in the sky, and a glance at his phone indicates that it’s well past noon. Even then, Harley shivers, the spring air not yet warm enough for his liking. Half a day wasted, though really, Harley muses as he goes inside, he was up all night combing through his AI’s code, so it’s not like he actually wasted time. Just daylight.

“Mornin’ C.I.R.C.E,” he greets his AI, yawning. “How we feeling?”

“Like brand new, after last night’s check-up.”

“Good, good,” he murmurs, rifling through his dresser. At long last he finds a pair of clean jeans, holding them up with a triumphant grin. “C.I.R.C.E., wake Kof-E up for me, will ya? And send Landry in here. She’s been slacking off her duties.”

“You got it, partner.” Tony had been downright scandalized when he heard Harley’s AI’s country twang. Abbie had laughed about the look on his face for days. Harley smiles at the memory as he goes back out into the kitchen, freshly dressed but with his hair as unkempt as ever. His beloved robot Kof-E whirs from his place on the kitchen counter, wheeling closer as Harley approaches to present a cup of coffee. Harley takes it and pats the robot’s head. He heads outside again, slipping on his boots and a flannel as he makes his way to the garden.

He grabs an apple from the trees that line the border of the garden as he walks through, pausing to greet his robots — Go-G and Gerald — by name as they trundle along. Soon he reaches a small clearing by the lake under the shade of an oak tree that’s sure to be over a hundred years old. Here, Harley takes a seat, finishing his apple and tucking and core into a bag in his pocket that he’ll put in composting later.

A flash of light catches his eye, and he stands, moving closer to the source. There, in between the branches of the tree, is a spider web that — if Harley’s not hallucinating — spells out HI.

“Howdy,” Harley says out loud in response, feeling only a little stupid. “Where are you?”

As if it can understand him, a spider skittles out of the shadows of the branches. Harley bends closer to take a look, surprised by the vibrancy of the peculiar red and blue creature.

“Can you understand me?” Harley asks.

He only has to wait a moment before the spider has spun a new pattern, spelling YES.

“You got a name, fella?”

The response takes a little longer this time as the spider spells out PETER.

The spider Peter doesn’t bother spelling out a response. He just jumps into Harley’s hands, ready to go with him to the ends of the earth.

“Well then,” Harley says again, if only to fill the silence between himself and the nonverbal creature. “Here we go.”

Over the next few days, Harley and Peter figure out how to live together comfortably. All of Harley’s robots are programmed to recognize and avoid spiders and spider webs, so Peter’s safety isn’t much of a concern. Communication, however, is.

They start out with an old-fashioned chalkboard with basic responses, needs, and the alphabet written out for Peter to indicate by crawling on. With that taken care of, Harley sets off on his next engineering binge, with the goal in mind to create a robot that will allow Peter to move and speak.

He begins by programming a new AI called PETER — Personal Equipment for Telecommunications and Electronic Replies because Harley loves is acronyms as much as Tony does — and gives him the voice of a teenage boy or young adult.

If Abbie or his Ma were here to witness this bout of insanity, they’d call him out for his poorly concealed loneliness. Nonetheless, he is alone and shamelessly gives in to his fantasy of finding a best friend, even if that best friend is a spider.

And really, Peter’s not too shabby of a best friend to have. He likes bacon and waffles — really, the fact that this spider liked human foods should have been a glaring clue to Harley that something truly weird was going on — and makes Harley regain a somewhat normal sleeping schedule by wrapping webs gently around his wrists to make him stop working late at night and somehow — Harley has never figured this one out — getting C.I.R.C.E. to play rock music loudly every morning to rouse him awake. He also gets C.I.R.C.E. to wake Kof-E up every morning though, so Harley can’t complain too much. Peter accompanies Harley in the lab, webbing tools over with surprising strength and giving as much input as he can with his limited communication abilities. He accompanies Harley into the garden every evening and listens as Harley speaks, asking questions every now and then with his little chalkboard. Harley can’t wait to build his robot, ready to hear Peter tell him a story of his own.

At long last, after two weeks of work, Harley finishes the robot, affectionately nicknamed “Capslock P.E.T.E.R.,” with Peter’s approval. He guides the spider into the clear container that serves as Capslock P.E.T.E.R.’s head before stepping back with bated breath to watch his genius play out.

“Hiya, Harley,” Peter/P.E.T.E.R. says, and Harley is nearly moved to tears. “I’m Peter.”

“I know,” Harley replies with a breathless laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Peter replies, voice full of emotion that Harley had no idea an AI was capable of producing.

That evening, they go out to the garden, back to the clearing where they first technically met. Peter greets the garden robots as he trundles by, voice adorably becoming more enthusiastic as the robots chirp back. Harley just smiles fondly at the spider inside the robot, quietly regretting his failure to give Capslock P.E.T.E.R. a face, if only to see him smile back.

“I think it’s your turn to tell me a story,” Harley says, settling by the lake. P.E.T.E.R. rolls to a stop beside him.

“Okay,” he says. “Well, here it goes.”

Peter had once been Peter Benjamin Parker, a bright, young science nerd living in New York City with his aunt. He worked as an intern for Tony Stark, who found the boy after heavy surveillance of a masked vigilante who liked to web muggers up in a sticky, fluid substance of his own invention. “Spider-Man,” the media called him, though Tony preferred “Spider-Boy.”

Then, in a tragic twist of irony, Peter was actually bitten by a spider and somehow become a spider himself.

“Mr. Stark was beside himself. The whole thing was so bizarre, and he couldn’t figure it out. Dr. Banner thought it was radiation, but he attributes most unexplainable phenomena to radiation,” Peter explains.

Eventually, a wizard doctor guy Tony reluctantly called in a favor with figured it out. Harley wants to interrupt and ask what exactly he had figured it out, but Peter glosses over it and presses on. Apparently, Tony had been telling Harley’s Ma the story and she, remembering Harley’s affinity for spiders, had suggested that Tony send Peter down to Harley’s place. They wanted it to be a secret or for him to figure it out on his own or something, so they discreetly packaged Peter in the latest care package/equipment shipment they had sent down from New York.

“That was nearly a week before I found you!” Harley cries out, remembering.

Peter reminds him that “You had an engineering binge,” and Harley blushes, unapologetic.

Together, they sit in silence for a moment as Harley digests the story, which really was something straight out of a comic book. Then a thought occurs to him and he says, “Hey, what did that wizard doctor figure out?”

“Oh,” Peter says with poorly feigned surprise, as if he hadn’t wanted Harley to remember that little detail he left out. “Yeah, he figured out a cure.”

“There’s a cure?” Harley turns to face Capslock P.E.T.E.R. with excitement. “Peter, why didn’t you so? We have to fix this! Tell me, what can I do?”

Peter is quiet for a moment, and Harley begins to wonder if he’s said something wrong. “See, this curse or whatever is magic. And the only cure is a kiss. A true love’s kiss.”

Harley’s mind goes blank. True love?

Harley doesn’t believe in true love. He doesn’t buy into the whole soulmate idea. He moved out to a cabin in the middle of the woods with a heavily encrypted, unlisted address, condemning himself to a solitary lifestyle. He’s lonely, sure, but he likes it. He likes his space, his bots, his AI …

And Peter. He really, really likes Peter.

In the past couple of weeks, Peter has become an integral part of Harley’s life as his trusted companion and caretaker. He’s listened to all of Harley’s stories, and Harley wants nothing more than to hear all of Peter’s, get to know the boy beneath the arachnid body. As he thinks about it more, Harley can’t imagine a life without Peter in it, and maybe Peter’s not his true love — not yet, at least — but it’s worth a shot.

“Well then,” Harley says tentatively. “What are we waiting for?”

With shaking hands, he frees Peter from Capslock P.E.T.E.R.’s containment, smiling as the red and blue spider jumps eagerly into his hands. Harley raises his palm to his face, closes his eyes, and before he can think any more about it, he kisses the creature.

Immediately, Harley can feel the ripple of magic course through Peter’s body. The creature in his hands morphs until he’s cupping not a spider but the soft cheek of a boy whose lips are pressed gently against Harley’s. He opens his eyes at long last and pulls away, unable to contain a gasp at the sight of the boy-turned-spider-turned-boy-again, whom he’s come to love.

Peter wears what looks like a spandex suit, though it’s probably some fancy Stark tech, red and blue with black webbing all over it and a black spider emblem emblazoned on his chest. Harley assumes that the mask Peter mentioned is missing, but he’s glad for the fact as he drinks in Peter’s rosy cheeks and amber eyes and tousled brown curls that make Harley’s heart ache with yearning.

“Hi,” Peter says nervously in his own voice, not Capslock P.E.T.E.R.’s.

“Thank God you came back wearing clothes, because that would’ve made for a real awkward situation.” Harley wants to take back his words — which he hadn’t actually meant to say aloud, for goodness’s sake — as soon as he sees Peter’s eyes widen, but when the boy lets out a bark of surprised laughter, Harley relaxes, joining in. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s okay. The first time I met Mrs. Potts, I ran into her — literally — and tried to say either ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘Nice to meet you’ but ended up blurting out ‘I’m sorry to meet you,’ instead. I just ran away. It was so embarrassing!”

Harley can’t help but to laugh again, leaning his head on Peter’s shoulder. Peter leans his head on top of his. They sit there together, in the clearing by the lake, where it all began, feeling completely at peace with the world and each other and their state of being.

“Thank you,” Harley says suddenly, grabbing hold of Peter’s hand.

“What for?”

“The efflorescence of love,” Harley replies, “and the gossamer that holds us together.”

Peter says nothing at that, just squeezes Harley’s hand tighter. Together, they watch the sunset, witness the way the world changes colors.

The world might be forever changing, but at the heart of it all sat two boys by a lake with the knowledge that through it all, they’d have each other.

And it would be enough.

“I died, and was born in the spring; / I found you, and loved you, again.”

— Mary Oliver, “Hummingbirds”

#parkner #harley keener #peter parker #spider-man #parley #fluff #fairy tale au #frog prince au #marvel #mcu #bella writes #prompt answer

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needyoulikeaheartbeet · 4 years

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FOLKLORE FIRST THOUGHTS

ft. very little editing LONG SONGS! LONG SONGS! AESTHETIC TITLE! 63 MINUTES!

1. the 1

PIANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg her voice is so soft if you wanted me you really shouldve showed IF YOU NEVER BLEED YOURE NEVER GONNA GROW OMG ALREADY A BANGER LINE OMG HOW SHE SINGS THE BRIDGE YESSSSSS THATS CATCHYYY

2. cardigan*

DEEP VOICE SULTRY OOOOOOOOOO the piano reminds me of jazz the IIIII hand under my sweatshirt baby kiss it better omg this is sexi ? OMGGGGGGGGGGGG wow the chorus and when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed you put me on and said i was your favourite WOW playing hide and seek part omg her voice the IIIII part is sooooooooo nice omg this is hot but sad but like NICE THE STRINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JADORE TELLEMENT you drew stars around my scars but now im bleeding THE STRINGS THE CHORUS THIS IS SO GOOOOOOOD IM CRYING PETER LOSING WENDY this is tugging on my heart strings... that bridge... wow... im literally crying tears rolled down my cheeks wow that was so beautiful im still crying LOL

3. the last great american dynasty

oo that twang-y in the distance im still crying from cardigan sorry all her what friends? was that bleeped? LOL [The clean version of the album on Spotify was available for me before the explicit version] omg how she sangboys you can HEAR her smiling i love it so much my precious bean THESE STORYTELLING LYRICS I NEED TO RELISTEN TO IT ALL STARLIGHT VIBES? omg i had a marvelous tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime <3

4. exile (FEAT BON IVER!!!! OMG?!!!)*

i love how much piano there is in this taylor i love it thank u WHAT A RICH VOICE youre not my homeland anymore?? so what am i defending nwo? im baby STRINGS!!!! <3 this reminds me of the last time kinda duet i cri balancing on breaking bridges im not your problem anymore so who am i offending omg wow her voice is so pretty i gave so many <3

5. my tears ricochet

omg the intro is nice is that her voice? or keyboard voices i didnt have it in myself to go with grace that electronic voice during chorus reminded me of getaway car... i c u jack + the beat... in the bridge wait wake? I NEED LYRICS TO FOLLOW ALONG SKFSKDFNS TOO DISTRACTED AND CONSUMED BY THE MUSIC [I was indeed distracted and not following the lyrics so I thought the wake was connected to one of the previous songs gskng I was like who died omg dummy]

6. mirrorball

ooo this sounds pretty from the start this sounds like a gem i find on youtube at 2 am when no one is around my dear! oooo i like AW SHINING JUST FOR YOU! IN HER HIGHEST HEELS, LOVE? That's so cute i can change eerything about me to try to fit in is SO relatable her vocals r so pretti aw this song makes me smile, the bridge was v cute [Little did I know when I’d relisten and read the lyrics that this song is not one to make you smile ma’am]

7. seven

this is different! this doesnt even sound like her omg but its so nice omg the verse hehe cute THE STRINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YES big fan aw is this from kids pov? pirates poor lil bb sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart wont tell no other

this is different but beautiful

8. august

oooo yes another youtube sounding gem with the quality of the music and her voice oh wow how she sang more OMG YES louder THIS IS NICE twisting in bed sheets aw cause u were never mine oh wow after second chorus the MUSIC YES THIS IS SO NICE IM SO HAPPY AND CONSUMED one ting? huh? cancel plans in case you call... omg

MEET ME BEHIND THE MALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you werent mine to lose aw... this song i like a lot

omg the story telling im crying i missed this so much it reminds me of fearless era this is so wow tat resumed loudly LOL i laff but omg this is like happy but sad at the same time THE STRINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I CANT THIS MUSIC IS SO NICE I WANT IT TO CONSUME ME AND JUST LISTEN TO IT FOREVER like an instrumental version. just driving. even this version. this was so nice. i missed storytelling like this. i adore

9. this is me trying

i like dis so far yes, another youtube gem ORCHESTRA my words shoot to kill when im mad i have a lo of regrets about that sphere omg at least im trying!!! wow ma'am that was so pretty ???? the build up to the bridge wow jack?

10. illicit affairs*

beautiful guitar, wow omg yes those vocals?? lil guys? or is that guitar i like oh wow yeah def an illicit affair huh this is pretty folk dis make me sad but excellent storytelling omg

clandestine meetings ooooo the BRIDGE YES omg !!!! youve shown me colours that you know i cant see with anyone else you taught me a secret language i cant speak with anyone else OWWWWWWW

11. invisible string

this is fun to dance to its so cute bad blood ? *side eye emoji* prechorus is really nice and catchy her voice is so nice ugh i like this bridge <3 is this about joe? chains around my demons one single thread of gold tied me to you!!!! centennial park blues then purple pink skies! lover <3

12. mad woman

nice piano and strings the beat o wow i hate you forever (... is this clean? fuck you forever?) UPDATE IT IS FUCK YOU FOREVER WOO! omg you found something to wrap your noose around w o w, that's so powerful women like hunting witches too; omg wanting me dead has brought you two together wow but when she sang it wow i love watching you climb over people like me wow this is pain :( the vocals in the background are so nice and add to the feeling it makes my tummy sad :(

those back vocals make me think she can still sing safe and sound live one day maybe so tha tmakes me happy though

13. epiphany

the intro feels like an epiphany lemme tell ya i close my eyes thats nice i dont understand whats happening i need lyrics to follow along but it sounds nice strings <3 does this have to do with the wake? the outro is so soothing british accent?

14. betty

country! this is country! COUNTRY! OMG SHES SINGING COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOO!!!!!!! LIKE ACCENT! OMG the classic storytelling... taylors so good at this my god the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you PARDY music between chorus and bridge UGH YES JAMES! YESSSS THE SOLO BREAKDOWN yes the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you i showed up at your party? aw! (and then you kicked me out LOL) will you have me will you love me will you kiss me on the porch aw shes so talented wtf. man aw standing in your cardigan kissing in my car again stopped at a street light you know i miss you aw [this was the clear trio clue lol]

15. peace

omg that guitar yes sexi rich deep yez thats so nice

that was catchy omg (when she started) OMG IT IS CENSORED...... i talk * with my friends? GIVE US THE UNCENSORED GOODIES CMON!!! oh i just saw the one thats explicit CLOWNS TO THE WEST WEY IT US aw the rains always gonna come when youre standing with me

16. hoax

so simple, vocals and piano wowie omg best laid plan around there the STRINGS are stunning. seriously stunning wow im obsessed this is nice sad feels the guitar added agh yes omg im gonna cry it still hurts beneath my scars when tey pulled me apart im cryin.... that part im cryin!!!!!!!!! THIS WHOLE BIT the background vocals are stunning her voice :( the stirngs :( the piano :( the guitar :( the simplicity :( me saying okay and nodding while crying

Note. The asterisk was me trying to decode which songs were part of the trio, but I kind of lost track and got confused once we hit Betty / I was too distracted by it being country hahaha

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