#all my love and support to the picket line
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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.
Beautiful Boys
Prompt Day 23: Wayne Adopts Steve | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Lingering Injuries/Trauma | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Wayne & Steve, Wayne POV
Wayne is in Hawkins Hardware, looking at the fence pickets. He definitely didn't expect them to have this many choices. He figured he'd come in and buy what he needed, from the only option available. In and out. Wallet a little lighter, but no choices to be made.
But, no. There are options. Decisions. And he isn't sure which style Eddie would prefer. He just wants Eddie to have a place he feels safe outdoors, again.
Wayne reaches out to touch the samples, again, when he hears clattering and an "oh my god, I'm so sorry" that sounds an awful lot like Steve Harrington.
Wayne pokes his head around the corner of the aisle, and Steve is gathering up a bunch of swag hooks off the floor, swiping them back into his handbasket.
"What're you doin' with those, kid?" Wayne asks, crouching down to help him.
"Eddie's plants," Steve says, standing back up, pushing his hair back and up, out of his eyes. These boys and their hair they can't keep contained. Wayne smiles. He remembers how his (now long-gone) hair was in the sixties. Different styles, sure, but just as impractical, at times.
"Eddie's plants," Wayne repeats with a smile, then asks, "You're gonna hang them from the ceiling?"
Steve nods, and Wayne grins, "That's a good idea, kid. He'll love that."
Eddie has gathered up a lot of houseplants recently, tending to them, taking care of them, babying them. The first ones were sent to the hospital by his friends, and Eddie latched onto them. And now, Steve drags a new one home every week or two as a gift. Eddie is still recovering, might always be recovering, but his plants make him smile and give him something to do.
Wayne doesn't quite understand it, not with the black thumb he has, but it's like everything else about Eddie. Wayne doesn't have to understand it, to support him. If Eddie wants plants, they can have a whole houseful of them.
Eddie survived something he still hasn't fully explained to Wayne, might never, so if he wants to fill the house with greenery, so be it.
If he wants to fill the house with Steve Harrington, too, that's also just fine by Wayne.
Steve smiles shyly, "If you don't care that I put holes in the ceiling, that is."
Wayne doesn't care. "I'll help. I've got a stud finder, so we won't have them falling and cracking us on the noggin."
Steve laughs, and nods, "Thanks. What are you doing here?"
Wayne waves him over, getting Steve to follow him.
"Trying to pick fencing for the backyard. If Eddie's gonna keep dragging home strays, we'll need a place to put them," Wayne says, and Steve blushes, just a little.
"I could make a tent work," Steve teases, and Wayne squeezes his shoulder. Steve is always, and will always, be welcome in the house.
"Good to know, but I was thinking more along the lines of dogs, cats, raccoons. You know how he is," Wayne drawls, and Steve smiles. It's wishful thinking, because they both know the real reason for the fence. Eddie doesn't want to leave the house these days.
"I just assumed I'd get dog-ears," Wayne says, pointing at the slightly-rounded piece of wood on display. "But there are choices."
Steve studies them all, finally saying "I think Eddie would like the pointed ones the most. Looks dangerous," Steve says.
Wayne nods. He was thinking the same thing.
"They're narrower, be more work to set," Wayne mutters.
Steve turns to look at him, "I'll help you, you know that."
Wayne nods. He knows Steve will. He's a good kid, who spends most of his time hanging out in their new little house, doting on Eddie in one way or another. Wayne isn't blind. He knows what this is, what these boys feel for each other, even if Eddie hasn't told him yet.
He will. Wayne just has to be patient.
"Sounds good, kid," Wayne says, and Steve grins, big and bright. Like he wasn't sure his help would be accepted.
"I don't know much about building a fence, but I can learn. I can follow instructions," Steve assures, and Wayne pats him on the back.
"Let's double-check my math here," Wayne says, pulling a small notepad out of his pocket, rerunning his figures.
Once he's got a good number, Wayne directs them towards the stain options. Steve picks one with a red tint, and Wayne nods. Looks good to him.
When they get to the counter, he takes Steve's basket and adds it to his.
"You don't have to do that," Steve says.
Wayne knows he doesn't, but it's for Eddie and it's just a few dollars worth of hooks and bolts. He's definitely gonna get his money back in fence-building help.
"I know, I want to," Wayne says, opening his wallet.
Outside, Steve helps the guys from the lumber department load up the trailer full of the pickets.
"See you at home?" Wayne questions, and Steve nods and smiles.
"Yeah, at home," he answers, walking towards his car, with his small sack of hardware.
And they spend days hanging the over-abundance of plants in front of every window in the house, so many that it seems like they're living in a greenhouse, and then they work on the fence. Putting it up, picket by picket, together.
Sometimes, Eddie comes and sits on the patio and watches, but it still takes a lot out of him, even now, months later. Wayne's worried he might never fully recover.
But, Steve works hard to entertain Eddie. Steve's funny, and he treats Eddie real good. That's all that will ever matter to Wayne. Eddie's his boy, and by extension, Steve's his boy now, too.
Eddie and Steve fight over the radio, a welcome sound, and Steve's won.
So, John Lennon's singing about a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Wayne knows that feeling well.
He's got two of those beautiful boys, now.
close your eyes,
have no fear,
the monster's gone,
he's on the run
and your daddy's here,
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful boy
John Lennon, Beautiful Boy
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i feel like i can talk to you about this because you have rational opinions. so louis bought a starbucks coffee at the airport and the fandom on twitter are eating him alive, calling him evil and wishing he goes to hell. i’m disappointed since starbucks is on the list of brands to boycott but i feel like this reaction is too much? someone even said jay would be disappointed in him, but people said that was taking it too far. i don’t know, i love louis and i’ll keep supporting him and his music but the fact he can be a careless millionaire is disappointing
1. thank you sweetie I would boop if I could 2. oh my god it's a fucking cup of coffee and if people think that's the worst thing Louis, a multi millionaire, has ever done financially they need a reality check! His money will be handled by bankers who are putting it into all kinds of evil fucking shit that he won't even know about, it's actually very hard to know or control that and there is no way trying is even on his radar. That's a passive thing and not on purpose; but the fact that people don't bother to know about that or care really speaks to how performative this kind of online approach to activism is, that they only care about image rather than effect (the effect of his investments would be easily thousands of times more than any number of coffees or even of the promotion Starbucks might get from him holding it.)
But furthermore buckle in cause you hit a nerve: Starbucks isn't even an actual organized boycott target as concerns Palestine because THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ISRAELI GOVERNMENT financially! The official BDS movement calls for boycott of very specific and pointed targets of which Starbucks IS NOT ONE it's literally just an online trend which is not the same as an actual boycott to materially impact a target! Losing them money is always great, they are a crappy union busting small business killing corporation, but it has zero direct effect to help Palestinians unlike supporting the meaningful boycotts called for by BDS. I don't think Louis has decided to buy starbucks because he has this analysis, but to me it's a pretty important point. Him crossing an actual picket line (playing Israel, playing Eurovision [lmaoooo that thought tho], waving an Israeli flag god forbid) would be a very different situation and something that would trouble me so the distinction matters to me. But I get that to people on twitter, that's what they feel like he has done. To which I would say...
There are so many fewer ways to help Palestine than we would wish, and it's SO hard to deal with feeling so powerless right now in the face of such horror, so I love that people feel so strongly about doing whatever they possibly can. But worrying about consumer spending, even on BDS targets, is perhaps the least effective of the things a person can do. Note that BDS boycotts do not mostly focus on asking people not to buy things; they list the products that are especially complicit, but the main work of the movement is to get large investors (corporations, public institutions, whole governments) to divest from the companies targeted because that actually hurts them enough that it becomes less profitable to continue to collude with Israel than to drop them as clients. Consumer spending is not enough to do this. It's easy and doesn't require doing actual work but it's basically virtue signaling, not organizing. Just NOT doing something (yes including voting) is not enough!
I personally choose not to give my money to certain corporations because it feels bad to me and I can't stomach doing it, even if they never notice me doing it. But if I was running out of fuel and the only nearby station was a Chevron, I would spend a few bucks there and not beat myself up about it because it will have zero impact on their overall profit reports but a LOT of impact on my life. And if I was in the airport for the second time in mere days after circumnavigating the globe and playing a massive show and doing press and fan service before even having time to adjust time zones and about to get on another flight to another country I might buy a fucking coffee from whatever coffee shop was in there too!
But Louis isn't me and I'm gonna be real honest I would be real surprised if he KNEW there was a boycott or gave a shit- he is not a political activist! It's reasonable to be disappointed if someone behaves not how you want them to, but just in general responding to being disappointed in people by lashing out at them is... not it. Not useful, not rational, and not actually an okay way to act to other people. Louis is an awesome sweet caring person who I believe tries hard not to have a negative impact on anyone directly and who cares very much about others; if that's not enough for someone to be a fan of him, okay then they should not be a fan of him! But warning: they're not going to be able to be a fan of anyone else either. No one is pure and perfect... maybe that energy would be better spent trying to make a meaningful difference in the world, and a great first step in that IMO is to recognize and challenge your inner cop. The better world I want to live in doesn't include policing other people, not on twitter and not anywhere.
#anyway just read the BDS link!#I'm pretty sure starbucks dont even have stores in israel. this whole 'boycott' is such a fucking waste of energy istg DO SOMEtHIGN USeFUL#comrade louis.... or not lol#to be clear... that tag is a bit of a joke to me. he's a fucking millionaire! the rich are not our political saviors!#he cares and he tries and he is better than 99% of people. but he is not john brown okay#if people had class analysis wrt to capitalism rather than just image concerns... well. it would be better.#palestine#long post#sorry :(#starbucks discourse
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So Spyglass single handedly destroyed their own franchise by booting their lead actor for protesting genocide and booting the lead creatives of the trilogy without any valid reason.
I'm okay with just letting Scream die at this point. The series doesn't need to continue and it doesn't need my love going forward.
Scream 6 ended the perfect way with Sam leaving Billy's mask behind to be with Tara.
There's some sort of sick irony that the SCREAM films, which all carry a theme of how the film industry is filled with people who are suspect at best or *literal murderers* at worst, is seemingly destined to be at the mercy of the most unscrupulous producers
Neve owes Melissa an apology, Christopher Landon deserves better and Spyglass can fucking die for all I care. I hope Scream 7 flops and I hope Spyglass goes out of business.
Neve especially disappoints me. Melissa supported Neve Campbell when she left after not getting paid what she was owed, but Neve can’t even attempt to support Melissa in the most bare minimum of ways after she got fired and slandered for speaking up against literal genocide. And after this interview it feels like Neve waited for her to be fired just so she can be the star of Scream again. Feels vile.
Neve voluntarily left Scream 6 after not being paid what she was owed. Neve has chosen to take Melissa’s place in scream VII after Melissa was wrongly fired for being against genocide. shit’s not comparable
Neve’s not a girls, girl and it’s genuinely upsetting, cause you watched Melissa be so supportive of her, when she was going through what she was going through and yet, that woman can’t even return the same support to Melissa, fck her and them loser ass zi0nist she’s working with
The whole situation feels like a scab crossing a picket line. Neve feels like a backstabbing scab and it just feels ugly to me.
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I'm seeing some union support but not many stories about what exactly a strike can be like to experience personally, which I certainly didn't know about before it happened. I think more of us should share experiences.
When I was on strike, there was a period when I had the assignment to ride around on a bicycle and photograph every dumpster at our worksite, mark locations, and find out which fellow unions were in charge of emptying them.
(this didn't end up happening because my health collapsed, but it was something I was expected to do)
The reason for this was that we had sympathy from groups like the Teamsters who drive UPS trucks. By law they could refuse to deliver across a picket line, but that line could not be the metaphorical line of a struck workplace. It had to be a literal picket line and as our internal support for the strike flagged we were going to send groups of about 10 people to form picket lines around dumpsters and loading docks.
Because keeping our wages so low was driving a large and comfortable margin of profit for our employer, losing a large portion of their workforce to our labor action didn't do that much. We had workers at other sites waking up early to form picket lines at worksite construction sites, and picketing loading docks, stopping deliveries of substances that needed to be frozen, which ruined them.
We had a strike kitchen which served a lot of bad coffee and butternut squash.
We had riotous memey chats and constant arguments with our union staffers, fellow workers, and everyone split on whether to demand disability rights and childcare or give up or what. We were constantly, nonstop fighting. My phone would overheat and I'd look at it at 11 PM with more than new 900 signal messages.
At one point there were serious and pointed conversations about whether the lead negotiator for the other side was hexing our guys and about whether we needed to supply the bargaining team with protection from the evil eye.
We had folks scouting ahead on bikes ahead of the lines checking for cops.
We had multiple cars charge our picket line and clip workers.
We had a picket line drag show.
We shut down bus access to our worksite for days by staging a dance party around the entrance to the terminal for hours. Bus systems need to be reliable for them to be worth running. After blocking the terminal enough times our employer shut down the bus.
We had folks from HR standing far off and taking photographs of our pickets and movements. I got a feeling of constantly being watched, both by worksite labor relations and the staffers in my own union.
We had local anarchists barricading entrances to the worksite with makeshift structures, including just a wall of bikes. One of the barricades was charged by a car, which dragged a bike beneath it for some 50, 60 feet.
The anarchists also liberated workplace cafeterias so that for hours and hours no one had to pay and everyone ate for free, they spread leaflet material that was anti-union boss at our staging area and ran away, they chalked up anti-cop messages. How we loved 'em!
Staffers tried to go behind my back to pull another lead strike captain for my turf but they didn't succeed in cutting the head off the snake. My companions were true to the end.
Some of them are now organizing their apartment buildings. Some won positions in union leadership.
We passed a contract that we all agreed was horseshit, with inadequate protections, and we're all-in now on defending the letter of it as our employer tries to claw it back.
Support the labor movement. Corruption happens, but it isn't the job of bystanders to regulate or manage it.
The union is the people and right now, we need support for every strike, every time. One day longer... one day stronger... to the line, to the line, to the line.
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M'Mothm'n.
Here's the thing about the Mothman. Even though he scared the ever-living shit out of the people who saw him, the speculation around him has become, over the years, actually very kind. What if he's only here to help? What if he's trying to warn us about impending disaster? What if that horrible feeling you got that something wasn't right, what if that was the Mothman telling you to look out, be careful, danger is coming, doom is nigh?
It's one thing to be a harbinger of doom; there are apparitions of ghostly black dogs all over the world that will give you that, red eyes and all. It's another to have one who actually means well.
I'm going to be an Old Queer for a minute, now, and talk about gay politics in the USA as I watched it over the past thirty years. My experience is my own; my history is shared, but not universal. Sound off in a reblog if you saw it happen differently. I want your story, too.
There’s a certain line the right wing in this country likes to use against The Gays, one I’ve heard since I was a small child. It goes: queer people are threatening our way of life. Queer people are the pebbles that start the avalanche of apocalypse, the collapse of civilization as we know it. If marriage becomes something other than Man + Woman, or if Man and Woman become something other than we think they are, then we will lose everything we know and love.
The rise of the Respectable Gay in the 1990s was a pushback against this. “See,” cried Degeneres and Savage and all the rest, “see how we’re so very normal? We want to get married and buy a house and have 2.1 kids and a white picket fence. Our marriage doesn’t threaten yours. How could it? We’re just normal, ordinary, white, moderately wealthy, people. We're like you."
This move shifted the narrative across the 90s and 00s. Homosexuality was officially decriminalized in '03, and we got gay marriage in 2015, and every year in between there was another Influential Gay Person saying "I just want to get married, that's all." There were even commercials about it, remember? “Gay marriage is just like yours. Only gayer.”
But... in the mid-2010s this was already wearing thin. Transgender people, gender non-conforming people, gays who didn’t go in for two-person marriage, everyone in the greater LGBTQ+ umbrella who had thrown their support behind gay marriage and waited our turn to get our rights; we'd all been mobilizing, too. We'd been putting together our own coalitions, under the aegis of the greater umbrella or not. And, here's the crux: we were, in fact, threatening the right-wing Christian ways of life. Just by existing in public, by talking and writing and performing and living our lives during the Transgender Tipping Point, trans and non-binary people like me were challenging the foundational definitions of Man and Woman as exclusive, all-encompassing categories of humanity.
It wasn't just the right, either. Straight liberals who were totally on board with gay marriage would look at us and say, "um, wait, really? Really, like that? Do you have to?" The discomfort was palpable. This was my experience with my own family; they were fine with me dating and getting married, but a new set of pronouns was forcing something on them. It was hurting something intrinsic to their identities. It was, in a very real way, threatening them.
I'm happy and grateful to say that most of them learned to discard the parts of their own foundations that excluded me from existence. This is rarely easy for anyone. I'm honestly proud of those members of my family who have learned to look the Mothman in the eyes, so to speak, and think, "He's just here to help."
("Pop your hood up," I told this model, "and look at them. They should see their impending death in your eyes."
Layton is an incredible model, a great human, and they know and love the Mothman. They knew exactly what I meant.)
It can be awful, sometimes. When I'm unapologetically myself in public, I can walk past a line of protesters at Planned Parenthood and see the hostility rise up, the anger and revulsion and fear. And I do think it is fear, at the core of it. I think something in them knows that I'm just one of 2.6 million transgender people out here, living my life, casually being a harbinger of their doom.
Next time they come to Brattleboro, I ought to greet them with red glasses and a twelve-foot wingspan.
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[Image ID: A tweet from Jenny Klein that reads:
Now 100 days into the strike, here is a roundup of places you can donate to help entertainment worker relief (all workers not just WGA) - [Click this sentence to go to the Google document] #WGAstrong #unionstrong
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In case you can't open the link:
We are more than 75 days into the WGA strike, and now SAG-AFTRA has joined us too. Unite Here 11 hotel workers have been out all month. Teamsters and IATSE have been out of work. Here's some funds you can donate to to support everyone. I will update this often as more funds pop up!
WORKER SUPPORT
THE UNION SOLIDARITY COALITION FUND
TUSC is raising money for direct aid to IATSE and Teamsters crew -- they are notably covering people’s health insurance premiums while they’re out of work. Donate here. [501c3 - tax deductible]
ENTERTAINMENT COMMUNITY FUND
Most importantly, EntertainmentCommunityFund.org gives financial aid to entertainment workers all over the industry, both WGA and non-WGA. It's a big source of assistance for IATSE people especially. [501c3 - tax deductible]
SAG-AFTRA FOUNDATION
The SAG-AFTRA Foundation provides financial assistance to members of their union in need. https://members.sagfoundation.org/donate [501c3 - tax deductible]
HUMANITAS GROCERIES
Humanitas Groceries For Writers. This helps staff writers and other early career WGA members with $100 grocery gift cards. Donate here (and select Groceries For Writers from the dropdown): https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=AVJ6TL2YYPX2A
INEVITABLE FOUNDATION
Inevitable Foundation has a financial aid fund for WGA writers with disabilities. [501c3 - tax deductible] You can donate to support here: https://www.inevitable.foundation/emergency-relief-fund-donate?form=webdonate
GREEN ENVELOPE GROCERY AID
WGA captain Joelle Garfinkel helps run a grocery aid fund for entertainment workers. You can learn more about it here: https://twitter.com/msjoellegarf/status/1678522919780069377 Donate by sending money on venmo to @ Joelle-Garfinkel and if you need aid you can apply by emailing [email protected]
FOOD BANK GROCERIES FOR ACTORS/WRITERS
World Harvest Food Bank in Mid City LA is giving away free groceries to writers and actors on strike. You can donate to support those efforts here: https://www.worldharvestla.org/donate-now [501c3 - tax deductible]
UNITE HERE 11 MUTUAL AID STRIKE FUND
Unite Here 11 hotel workers, who staff many of the hotels used by the major studios for production, are on strike. If you would like to donate to their strike fund, you can do so here: https://www.unitehere11.org/donate-to-the-unite-here-local-11-strike-mutual-aid-fund/
MOTION PICTURE TELEVISION FUND
MPTF (formerly known as the Actors Fund) provides a variety of services including grants for people on strike. You can donate to MPTF here: https://mptf.com/donate/ [501c3 - tax deductible]
HOLLYWOOD SUPPORT STAFF RELIEF FUND
This is an MPTF fund specifically for Hollywood assistants impacted by the strike. https://secure2.convio.net/afa/site/Donation2;jsessionid=00000000.app20023a?8217.donation=form1&8217_donation=form1&NONCE_TOKEN=12A38B8E80F6E4250888E4E44BE1190D&df_id=8217&idb=182923308&mfc_pref=T [501c3 - tax deductible]
PICKET LINE SUPPORT
PIZZA FUND - ALL LA LOTS
Comedy writer Jess Morse maintains a pizza fund that delivers to all of the Valley pickets. You can send money to @ Jess-Morse on Venmo or paypal.me/pizzastrikefund on Paypal ($10.97 buys one pizza)
FOX LOT FOOD FUND (LA)
I run a food fund to help feed our picket line at Fox, where I am an assistant coordinator. My Venmo is @ OlgaLexell and we love to use this money on catering from local businesses so we can support them while their business is down too.
SONY LOT FOOD FUND (LA)
The folks coordinating the Sony lot started a food fund via GiveButter. https://givebutter.com/sonypicketlines
NETFLIX LOT FOOD FUND (LA)
Lot coordinator Danny Tolli runs a Venmo fund for food and beverages at Netflix. You can Venmo him @ dctolli to contribute.
DISNEY LOT FUND (LA)
Lot coordinator Carlos Cisco started a Venmo fund for supplies like water at Disney, which has extremely high temperatures in the summer. Venmo him at @ Carlos-Cisco to contribute.
COMMUNITY SOLIDARITY PROJECT (LA)
CSP has been delivering hot meals like breakfast burritos to all of the LA lots. Donate here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-entertainment-workers-on-the-strike-line
TARGET REGISTRY - ALL LA LOTS
Official Target registry run by the WGA West Lot Coordinators. This is to get supplies for our check-in stations, ranging from snacks to first aid to garbage bags and beyond. https://www.target.com/gift-registry/gift-giver?registryId=079d5420-f35e-11ed-989e-f9022739cfe2&type=CUSTOM
NYC STRIKE SUPPLIES
NY Strike captain Steph Deluca offered to receive incoming funds to buy picket line supplies, which is something the WGAe needs help with. They are fundraising via her venmo @steph_deluca
FEEDING THE NYC STRIKERS
A group sending food and water to NYC strikers has set up a Cashapp and Paypal fund. You can send the money at $NYCStrikeFund via Cashapp or [email protected] via Paypal.
#wga strike#wga strong#sag aftra strike#sag aftra strong#local 11#solidarity summer#hot strike summer#hot labor summer#lend a hand#strike support
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Week in Review | Oct. 1
Happy October! This month is a really special month for me personally (more on that later). It marks three months on Tumblr! I’m approaching a pretty significant follower milestone (for me) which is really cool. I try to not pay attention to numbers because that’s stressful and I'm trying to treat this as my fun space (and me time), but this milestone made me pause and think about the little community I’ve found here and how special it is to me. To anyone who has left a comment, reblog, like, ask, or message - thank you! You’ve brought some laughter and smiles to my days. My inbox is always open so if you want to say hi please do!
Anyway, here we go with the week in review…
Fics I read this week:
Frankie Morales
The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I don't want to spoil what happens in the latest chapter but ahhhh this series is just so so good. But seriously, pack some Kleenex for Chapter 33.
Grocery List by @frenchiereading - I love everything in the Mr. Morales and Miss universe. This is just such cute Frankie fluff.
Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - You know I love a Triple Frontier AU and I’m so excited to see all of the goings on at the resort run by the boys!
Joel Miller
Body Language by @cupofjoel- Joel shows up at your place with a camcorder and some fun ensues…
Happy Birthday by @trulybetty - Needless to say Joel had a very good birthday this year based on some of the fics I added to my TBR list. However this fic right here?! I was a mess after the first freaking sentence - soft smut is your specialty friend!!
Another entry from @linzels-blog this time in the way of some cute Joel fluff when he attends a parent-teacher conference.
Javier Peña
It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest - I was seriously smiling the whole time I read this latest chapter. If you’re looking for a softer Javi (who is still spicy, can’t take that part out of him), then this is such a great read!
What Do We Have Here? by @secretelephanttattoo - We get a little more insight into what Javi’s relationship with Elisa could have been like. I loved all of the references to the show.
Drenched by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Javi comes home from work sweaty (hello sweaty curls sticking to the back of his neck) and he and reader both end up drenched. 😉
Marcus Pike
Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo - Reader is a photographer tasked with taking headshots at the FBI office. Marcus is so freaking cute in this.
Dieter Bravo
Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings is a staple on this list and the only Dieter fic I’m consistently reading at the moment. Sounds like we may need to form a support group based on what may be happening in the upcoming chapters, but I am ready.
Fun Posts
Dieter and @morallyinept were back this week dishing out some self-care advice. I seriously love the way Jett puts these posts together, they make me laugh and think.
I shared some of my favorite things on this post, which also included some photos I've taken.
Feral corner:
Joel’s birthday coupled with photos of Pedro on the picket line kept the feral corner well occupied this week. I mean, look at him. I don't even care how he ties his shoes because he's adorable no matter what.
I found there’s a name for the affliction that I and many of us suffer from - Chronic Pascalitis. There are ways to lessen the symptoms, although do you really want that?
Also, the Pike Puddle is getting deeper thanks to posts like this and like this.
Can we also appreciate how beautiful this photo of Pedro is from earlier this year when we appeared on Seth Meyers' show?!
Things I watched:
I started watching this show on Max called Mosaic featuring Garrett Hedlund. It’s been interesting so far, I’m only about halfway through. There was an episode where looked like Benny and I about lost my damn mind.
Personal Update
This month is a really special month for me personally - my daughter was born in October, we rescued our dog in October, and we got married in October. Needless to say, there’s a lot to celebrate but it also has me in my feels as I sit back and reflect on a lot of things.
The past two years and the transition to becoming a mom has been hard and I’m a work in progress on that front every single day. But we've made it and I'm pretty lucky to have the independent, fearless, and hilarious little girl that I do.
My parents have been in town for the past couple of days to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. As a result, my husband and I get to take advantage of some free babysitting help and are doing a little overnight trip. It’s an early anniversary present for us to stay at one of the on-site hotels at Universal and go to Halloween Horror Nights for the night. Yay I get to see Joel and the TLOU house again!
Aside from that, we have some fun things planned this week. I’m excited for the weekend when I get to go see A Strange Way of Life in theaters! I’ll be sure to include a spoiler-free review here next week!
Fic updates:
I should have the next chapter of Working Title out soon. Thank you to those who have listened to me rant and ramble on about it. I’ve been struggling with the latest chapter. Once I get that out then I’ll work on Delta Landscaping - Will and Katie go on their date, but we also have Friday night plans for the others too. I also shared a little tease about a new neighbor coming to Mule Fall Court.
Thanks as always for reading my ramblings, I hope you have an awesome week!
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Comfort in the Park
Summary - Part 44 in the Comfort series
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess
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A/N: In case I haven’t been saying it enough lately, I just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciate you all: all your likes, comments, reblogs and even if you’re a silent supporter I appreciate you all the same. You guys constantly remind me why I love writing so much. So, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this week’s chapter.
He gently places his hand on your cheek and guides you to face him again, making direct eye contact before shutting his eyes as he brings his lips to yours softly. When he pulls back slightly he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “I’m ready to get out.”
You kiss him again. “Really? No more seeking out cases?”
He shakes his head. “Last hunt I almost lost you again. I’m done. I swear. No more seeking out monsters. If something comes to us I will handle it, but we don’t go looking for it anymore.”
“I really like the sound of that. House in the suburbs? White picket fence? The full mile?”
“That’s what you want?”
“A little girl, and maybe, if it’s safe down the line…a baby?”
“So, maybe I hold off a little on that painful procedure?”
“There’s a lot of questions here and not a lot of answers…”
He nods and kisses you. When he pulls back he softly says, “I want a normal life. One where you’re safe and happy. And more than anything I want to be with you. You put a ring on my finger and told me it’s possible…Help me see it. Help me believe it.”
“Dean Winchester, you can do anything! Including living a safe and happy life with your wife, who by the way could not love you more than she does right now.”
“I hope she knows how much she means to me, and how much she’s changed my life.”
“She does. And she shows you love her too. Everything you’ve said today in this park has proved that.” You kiss him again and then lean back. “So, what are your conditions for us adopting Destiny?”
“Well, firstly, we stick with the plan of giving it a few days here. We still let her decide what she wants to do, but we can also use this time to get some tips from Garth and Bess in case she chooses us…or you. She likes you.”
“She’s just cautious of you. You did kill her father, and then you haven’t exactly been the most supportive of her. If you warm up and accept her, she will warm up to you too. She just needs to know she can trust you. And yeah, of course, I know I can’t be selfish. We need to do what’s best for her. If she decides she likes it here, then we accept that.”
“Yeah. Also, we need to be careful. The second she starts to show monstrous tendencies and puts you in danger, she comes back to live with Garth and Bess and they get to choose her next steps. I won’t have you put in danger.”
“Okay, I can agree with that too. Anything else?”
“She doesn’t eat human hearts.”
“Of course. That’s obvious. Animal hearts only. So, we’re on board? If she chooses us we’re gonna have a child? And no more hunting?”
“If she chooses us and if Garth and Bess think she’ll be okay with us, then sure, we can give this a shot. And yeah, we are not hunting anymore. Regardless of what Destiny decides, you’re done. You’re out.”
“You said, you’re ready…I’m not stopping if you’re not.”
“I promise I won’t go looking for hunts anymore. I am done. I’m so sick of this life, I have been for years. You know that. And I want a normal life with you. I want that more than anything.” He lifts your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. “But I can’t leave Sammy on his own. So just until he agrees to start a normal life as well I can’t let him hunt alone, so if he insists and needs backup…”
“Okay…I understand…”
Hating the frown that’s overtaking your face he cradles your face in his palm and forces you to make eye contact with him. “Hey, you know he’s never wanted this life, he’d love to get out. And, I think he has a secret girlfriend. So, it won’t be long.” He kisses you again. “The house and white picket fence is in our future. I promise.”
You nod. “My turn to make a stipulation. If Destiny doesn’t choose us, I hunt whenever you do. You worry about me, I worry about you. It’s always been that way and that will never change.”
“But-”
“I agreed to your terms, you have to agree to mine too.”
He throws his head back and sighs. “Fine…”
“That just gives you more incentive for us to get out sooner.”
“I guess so. You stubborn woman.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“No, but sometimes I wish you would just make my life a little easier.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
He leans in close to your ear, nips your ear lobe and whispers lowly, “I should bend you over my knee and make you listen to me, right here in this park while everyone watches. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you disobedient woman?” All jest runs from your body as your blood runs south. You take a deep breath. He nips your ear lobe again. “That’s what I thought. Now, be a good girl and get in the car before I change my mind and do exactly that.”
You quickly get off his lap and hurry towards the car as he follows slowly. It’s not that you think he really would expose you in a public space; you know he would never. Your body is his and his alone. He would never let anyone perv at you, in fact, any guy who has looked at you the wrong way in a bar has ended up on the wrong side of Dean’s knuckles. So, you know he’d never do anything like that, that would make you uncomfortable, but the adrenaline and fear of the slim possibility is fun. And for the first time since meeting the little werewolf, you’re a little disappointed that you and Dean have no privacy. But it’s not like you’ve ever really had privacy, travelling and hunting with Sam for so long. You’re both well-versed in late-night drives or staying quiet.
As Dean joins you in the Impala he chuckles and says, “You sure you want a kid?”
“I know it’s a bit of a cockblock, but yeah. I really do.”
He leans over and kisses you once more before starting the engine. “Alright then.” He turns up the radio as he pulls out of the park.
“Don’t forget we actually do have to pick up food. I don’t wanna impose too much on Garth and Bess.”
He nods and turns off towards the town centre. As soon as he spots a small grocer he pulls a park and shuts off the engine. You both get out and walk hand-in-hand into the small shop. He grabs a basket and starts to fill it as you walk through the aisles, grabbing ingredients that Dean can cook with. As much as you can cook, he is more comfortable in the kitchen than you, especially since living in the bunker. He grabs ingredients for burgers and some beers and then swaps the beers for a bottle of red wine. You smile at him.
Seeing your look he returns a sceptical one of his own. “I know my wife. I know you only drink beer because I like it. You deserve to be treated. And I can come at wine, not those sugary cocktails you drink though.”
“They’re nice!”
“They get you drunk!”
“Yeah, and?”
“And we’re playing house remember? I need you sober.”
“I can get drunk on wine too you know?”
“Yeah, but not on one glass.”
“True. You gonna be monitoring me?”
“I already know you. You’ll only drink one because you’re determined to do right by that little girl.”
You sigh and nod. “I guess you do know me.”
“I do.” He places a cherry pie in the basket. “But this is a non-negotiable.”
“Fine,” you sigh.
Once finished, he loads the basket up on the counter and pays for everything as the cashier bags it. Then you help him carry it all out to the car, before heading back to your home for the next few days.
In the car, you say, “I can really imagine a domestic life with you. Grocery shopping, errands, the whole nine yards.”
He glances at you with a small smile as he pats your thigh. “Yeah, me too. It’ll truly be the best years of our lives.”
“Yeah. I can’t wait.”
You enjoy the rest of the drive back to the house in a comfortable quiet just imagining what the future could have instore for the two of you.
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#dean winchester x reader#dean x you#dean winchester#supernatural#spn#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester imagine#dean winchester fic#dean winchester fluff
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While Sing 3 is still developing can you think of the 5 things you want to see in that movie and the 5 thing you don’t wanted?
Thank you so much for the ask and I'm sorry for the delay in answering. I hope you enjoy and this properly answers your question! - <3 Gooseless
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Ok so, I'm personally a bit of a skeptic on if Sing 3 will come out soon (or ever at this point) due to the strikes likely halting all work on it. And obviously, if they worked through the strikes, I will not be supporting the movie in the slightest due to my pure hatred of crossing picket lines for no good reason and AI being used as studios want it to be. However, I do have serval things I do want to see if/when it comes out and a ton of stuff I don't.
Things I want to see (Please Illumination, Please):
Rynny being confirmed. That should surprise none of you. This blog was started as, and still primarily is, as Rynny ship blog. I love those two so much together and I feel like it would complete Johnny's queer allegory storyline very well (ie. familial acceptance, wider community acceptance, personal acceptance by allowing yourself to be yourself). My mutual have been spammed with numerous songs that I have choreographed duets to for these two already and I would just absolutely love to see it.
Noodlemoon being confirmed. I am very vocally a Noodlemoon truther and I adore those two together. Buster's chaos to Eddie's chill would work so well and it makes the most sense for me when it comes to potential partners for either of them.
More scenes of the troupe being a family. They act like a family already and I love the snippets we see, but I would love to see more of their group dynamic. Like Mrs. Crawly is essentially Johnny's grandma at this point, Rosita being the troupe mom, Gunter being a chaotic uncle.
The gang being a family. These boys are my absolute favourite characters. They're adorable together already but I really want Johnny to call Stan and Barry his uncles. Or have Marcus refer to Nooshy as Johnny's sister (feel like that one could be slipped in easily). Marcus is an amazingly good dad to Johnny after the whole disownment thing was patched up and it's clear that whatever mandated therapy they went to is working wonders so I want more scenes of them together (and hopefully Johnny doing more questionable things, like please, let the boy pick a lock).
Gunter getting a conflict. Now, I'm not saying drag Gunter through personal hell. He has done that enough in shorts. But he hasn't faced a personal conflict in any movie yet and is the only troupe member to not do so. I think it's about time we get more of an insight into his character and I think this would be an amazing opportunity.
Things I Don't Want To See (Please No Illumination, Please No):
I swear, do not kill off Nana, Hobbs, Clay, or Mrs. Crawly. They're the oldest cast members, I know. You want more character development, I know. If you kill any of them off however, I will personally lead the revolt. They are all immortal now.
Bring back Mike. I hate him. Just straight up. He bullies a kid!!! That goes for Klaus too and Jimmy. They are irredeemable villians. You bring them back, I protest in front of your studio offices. They all deliberately hurt people, two of which used abuse of power as well. Just NO.
Create a love triangle? Jail. I hate love triangles. Partially due to it typically actually being a lover corner (two people interested in one person instead of the actual intricacies of a triangle), mainly because it's stupid. It's overplayed, in nearly every film saga it seems, and are always pretty pointless. I just do not like them in the slightest and will cry if I have to sit through one.
Do not put Buster in jail. I know we joke about the amount of felonies that man has committed but at this point, if he goes to jail, the legal system in their universe will be busy for the next century. Also, none of the teens need extra trauma. Just leave them be.
If y'all destroy one of the best queer allegories I have ever seen by giving Johnny a canon female romantic partner, I will start a fucking revolution. I literally study cultures and films and character coding, ok? Like that's my whole field of study. Johnny's story being a queer allegory is so important to me. Not only is it incredably realistic in my opinion (I cry at the disownment scene because something very similar was said to me when I came out), but almost every other queer personI talk to how has watched these movies picked up on the allegory and loves it as well. It's very well written and not subtle in a good way. It's great for starting conversations about LGBTQIA+ characters in media. ...Also, he's apparently based on Elton John according to my friend that has the character book, and I'm pretty sure Elton John would be pissed if you fucked that up.
Though, I feel like I should make a disclaimer here. My first few fandoms that I was raised in have taught me how to be an expert at ignoring canon (special shout out to Supernatural in particular). Just because it happens in a movie, doesn't mean I'm going to put that in my works. I'm a fanfic writer after all. I write what I want to happen, not necessarily what does happen according to canon.
#sing#sing 2#sing 3 ideas#sing johnny#sing buster#sing ryan#sing marcus#sing ash#sing big daddy#sing nooshy#rynny#sing rynny#johnny x ryan#sing noodlemoon#noodlemoon#Illumination please do not bring back abusers bullies or attempted murderers#that would be a BAD IDEA#if they kill mrs crawly i will riot#i will storm the bastille like this is the french revolution#just try me#yeah im great at ignoring canon guys. its a talent. i was raised to do it really#i legit have a sticker on my laptop that says 'i do what i want' and i feel like that explains my writing well#might edit later if theres any grammar mistakes#im tired rn tho
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Very Belated Birthday Gift Fic: "Fighting Dragons with You (Time of my Life)"
This birthday gift for @searchingwardrobes is nearly a month late now, but I had promised it and really didn't want to scrap the thing. Even if it's just a bit of fluffy drabble, I still wanted to give Melanie something.
This little fic takes place sometime in the future of the happy beginning we might have seen post the s6 finale, if the show had stayed in Storybrooke. Part of the idea came from listening to Taylor Swift's "Long Live". I was driving along, and when the lyrics got to "I've had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you..." I could picture an older Emma and Killian still together and happy, looking back on all their adventures and happy they had weathered them together.
The other thing that prompted this was just that I picture you, Melanie, having such a solid, supportive marriage like I tried to envision for CS here. I haven't even met your husband (and sadly I have only met you in person once) but just from what I know, you two seem to have each other's backs so beautifully, and to be such caring and committed partners, like one would hope to find in marriage. So this was meant to be a bit of a birthday tribute to that too. (If that makes any sense!)
Okay, at any rate, here is this little one shot - I hope you enjoy it!! Happy very belated birthday @searchingwardrobes
**Also available on AO3, if that is your preference**
Summary: Several years down the line, Emma and Killian are still living their happy beginning together - reveling in every challenge as long as they can face it together.
by: @snowbellewells
As they came in the door of the house with the white picket fence by the harbor, Killian and Emma Jones were out of breath, disheveled and nearly stumbling with fatigue. Emma could tell easily just how exhausted her husband was, in fact, by the way Killian let the door swing closed behind them without even looking to see it latch carefully as he usually did, and by the way he toed off his boots and left them lying haphazardly in the entry without neatly standing them side by side before plodding straight toward the living room couch. She was right behind him though in the beeline to a comfortable seat, kicking her own shoes off as well and tossing her jacket at the hall tree without even blinking when she missed by a mile.
Emma had to chuckle tiredly as they both let out groans of relief when they collapsed onto the cushions of their well-loved sofa and sank into the cozily plush support, heads falling almost simultaneously to rest on the back next to one another. She let her eyes fall closed for a minute, knowing Killian was doing the same beside her without even looking. Once their breathing slowed to normal, she carefully tried to stretch her twingeing knee and flex her stiff ankle, hating to admit to herself the discomfort that she wouldn’t have felt even five or six years ago. From the corner of her eye as it flicked back open, Emma could see Killian wincing while he gingerly worked his shoulder, and smirked in spite of herself. At least she wasn’t alone in her aches and pains reminding her that she wasn’t 28 anymore.
Even though she was more than a bit winded herself, Emma couldn’t resist resting her head on his arm along the back of the sofa and sifting her hand through Killian’s dark hair, now impressively shot through with silvery-gray strands that somehow made him even more attractive, before she teasingly asked, “Feeling your age there, Babe?”
Killian snorted indignantly, as she had expected, before retorting smartly, “I believe I am doing quite alright for my age, Love. As you well know…” Somehow, despite both of their weary bodies, a twinkle came into his eye that made her flush immediately remembering just how true his words were.
Nevertheless, she hummed low in her throat, cutting her eyes to study him playfully, “If you say so, old man.”
Shaking his head, Killian wrapped both arms around her, pulling her to him abruptly enough to startle a surprised exclamation from her as he rubbed his scruffy cheeks against her neck and collarbones until she squirmed. “Why don’t we discuss this again when an actual, living and fire-breathing dragon has tossed you about?” he chided in a low rumble at her ear.
Emma couldn’t hold onto her jesting scrutiny of him any longer; she was simply too glad that he was alright and all in one piece, though out of breath and his clothes a little singed. She was tingling with adrenaline at their victory and the excitement of fighting together once again, but she would never take for granted both of them coming through a battle unscathed - not after how many time in their lives she has nearly lost him. Her hands came up to cup his face, as she raised it for their foreheads to rest against each other, affection flooding her countenance and replacing the playful mockery. “You’re right, of course,” she whispered sincerely against his lips. “Thank you for being there with me.”
As he was all-too-often able, Killian seemed to grasp what she was thinking - both the elation, and the rush of adrenaline that came from having missed the challenge of facing a foe to save their town, their family and friends, and the spark of danger that had always stoked their simmering chemistry when they faced it head-on and side by side. Winking at her in the sassily knowing way he had perfected long ago, Killian quipped, “Admit it, Lass, you’ve missed the thrill of chasing baddies and fighting for our lives, haven’t you?” His tongue did an obscene sort of run along his lower lip as he awaited her answer, and Emma felt the heat flush across her skin in response, even though she fought to deny his observation.
She reached out to smack his chest good naturedly, already realizing he knew her too well to believe her denial anyway. Still, she tried with a laugh and shake of her head, “Hardly,” she snorted, but then added sheepishly, “Well… maybe a little.”
“Aha!” he crowed, tapping the curve of his hook lightly to the tip of her nose as if to accentuate the point. “I knew it!”
“Stop,” she grumbled, not at all pleased to be so obvious in something that really wasn’t a great opinion to admit.
Killian, sensing her hesitation, sobered quickly and gathered her closer to his chest. “Ah, Love, don’t you worry,” he murmured low against the sensitive soft skin of her shoulder, his words a whispered secret for her alone. “You ought to know I won’t tell another soul. Besides,” here he pulled away just enough to waggle his brows ridiculously at her, making her stomach heat and tingle just as it had the very first time he’d done it - when they were still on opposite sides in another realm and she hadn’t known what to do with the reaction her body already had to him, with or without her conscious permission. “Dashing rapscallion, remember? I’m having the time of my life being back in action. Wouldn’t trade it for anything, dragons and all.”
Emma huffed disbelievingly, amused despite her protests at his words, knowing that as crazy and reckless as it sounded, he meant them completely. And she agreed with him in every fiber of her being - from the Queen of Hearts, to a gigantic snow monster, the Lord of the Dead himself, Peter Pan, and Rumplestiltskin - his having her back had made all the difference. Not just facing fairy tale villains, but in facing down health scares, sheriff re-elections, Henry heading off for college, and the truth of growing older, all of it was made into an adventure because he was with her on the journey.
Studying his face, the creases of crow’s feet accentuating his adoring smile, the curve of his irresistible lips, and the wide open blue of his eyes, Emma still had to pause a moment in wonder. How had a woman to whom no one had ever paid any attention, whom most had never even noticed - whom the one who had, hadn’t hesitated to leave behind - a lost little girl no one had ever wanted - found her way to a life and a union like this? Even after years together, she and Killian were more bonded than ever, even their differences and struggles made them more fiercely devoted as time somehow hurried on. She had found her way into the life she’d always wished for on those sad blue star candles each lonely birthday for years on end. Though she had fought him every step of the way, when she had finally let Killian in, he had more than kept his word; once he’d won her heart, she had ceased to be alone in the world.
“You know it’s true, Emma,” he pressed, the smile on his face clearly seeing and understanding her fond, amazed thoughts.
Smiling back, Emma could only reply hoarsely, “You know, you crazy pirate, as hard as it is for me, I believe you.”
Pressing his lips to her forehead, Killian chuckled - as pleased at her admission and all that they had built as she was. “Even in peace time, wherever we are, Swan, there is never a dull moment with you.”
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#cs birthday fic#cs one shot#cs future fluff fic#fighting dragons with you (time of my life)#birthday fic#happy belated birthday @searchingwardrobes
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Hi, I'm interested in organizing my fandom. Can you throw me some templates?
Absolutely yes! Some things have changed in recent weeks, so the top advice we can give you is to be flexible and adapt as you can. The needs of the picketers might change, so keep an eye on the news and the official WGA and SAG-AFTRA channels. Twitter is a good place to follow the union members on strike.
Also, don't feel the need to rush: there is plenty of time to build up a good foundation by talking to people in your fandom and testing the waters to see what people are prepared to do. Some fandoms just have more financial capability than others for whatever demographic reasons, or have more pro-union sentiment in the community. While you can't push anyone to do anything they're unwilling to do, you can find out what's possible and encourage interested people to get involved.
The next best advice we can give you is that this will require logistical skills; therefore, if possible, collect a small moderator team of trusted, responsible fandom friends with organization skills so it's not just you going at it alone. 3 people is probably adequate to start with, more if your organization expands.
I do recommend fandom organizers be at least somewhat active on both Twitter and Tumblr. That way, you can size up the big fandom accounts and figure out the best way to get the word out to your fandom on both sites. (If you have a mod team, you could even just have one person be your official Twitter liaison.)
Here are 3 methods to organize your fandom, and this applies to any fandom, so feel free to share this to whatever fandom group you want to get organized. Pick whichever method seems most feasible for your fandom, and go for it!
Method 1: Mod team assigns volunteers to shifts
Pros: very grassroots and non-hierarchical, can lead to the most consistent fandom support across time
Con: hardest to wrangle, and potentially more difficult for the shift-by-shift volunteers especially if individuals are difficult to reach online
Examples: The Star Trek Snack Squad, the OFMD Snackery
Claire Willett @/clairewillett on Twitter started the Star Trek Snack Squad back in the early days of the strike to get Star Trek fans organized. That's still a solid template to use, but will definitely require modifications. Link here (please make a copy to your own Google account/a throwaway if you'll be making it public and want to protect your identity)
How it works:
-You, the moderator, pick a specific picket location (all locations listed here) to target for delivery. (Since Stranger Things is a Netflix show, targeting Netflix makes sense; however, Netflix is already a very popular target location so maybe the other locations could use some love? I'll leave that to your discretion!)
-Moderators put out a call for volunteers. Make graphics, create a hashtag or catchy name, and get it boosted across the fandom as much as possible. Volunteers will then sign up (via an ask or a Google form, up to you—just make sure you keep track of who's volunteered and their Tumblr or Twitter username that must be open to DMs so people can talk to other people in their group.)
-Moderators organize 3-5 volunteers to a shift (morning or afternoon) on a specific date. It is then up to these volunteers to get talking and for one member to place a DoorDash/UberEats snacks/drinks order for delivery to the picket lines by pooling whatever money they can via Venmo or Paypal (the only international option). From $5 to $50, anything helps: it could be a case of Lacroix, it could be a whole meal for picketers. More instructions and ideas in the template.
-The template can be updated with new shifts until you run out of volunteers.
-If this method is a little overwhelming, fear not, there are other options!
Method 2: Single fundraiser on GoFundMe or PayPal Pools
Pros: Single place for money to go, very easy to set up and organize
Cons: Runs out of steam the fastest as a large monetary goal can seem daunting; money all goes to one place so there has to be a lot of transparency from the fundraiser.
Examples: Julie and the Phantoms hot dogs fundraiser, Lord of the Rings second breakfast (from SAG-AFTRA member Chelsea Schwartz's Ko-Fi); Our Flag Means Strike Paypal pool.
This is your basic fundraiser, which means the mods will have to decide how exactly the money will be used and how to have as much transparency as possible. Sometimes you're fundraising for a specific goal (taco truck at Amazon Studios, for instance). Sometimes you're pooling money to give to the Entertainment Community Fund. If you're looking for food truck options and don't know where to start, you can always reach out to people who have done the OFMD pooling here! From what I've seen, a food truck will generally cost around $3000 for a day, so plan accordingly.
[One possible fundraiser I haven't seen but would love to see is fandoms giving support to the Green Envelope Grocery Fund, which gives out $100 to people affected by the strikes specifically for groceries! So that's definitely an option as well.]
Method 3: Fandom auction for donations
If you're in a fandom that has any big-name writers/artists willing to chip in, you could organize an auction for commissions, with the proceeds going to the Entertainment Community Fund, the Green Envelope Grocery Fund or another WGA/SAG-AFTRA-related fund. As with the above, you'd need to be transparent as to where the money is going.
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A final note: Organizing any kind of action from scratch is hard, but thankfully people have walked this road before. You can always contact us, or the people at any of the above linked groups, with questions or advice.
It may also be helpful to remember that lots of people have done this before successfully. During the 2007-08 writers strike, the Battlestar Galactica and Whedonverse fandoms were instrumental in showing fan support for the WGA strike. (More on that here!)
Best of luck and feel free to shoot us any more organizing questions! Solidarity always.
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So, about the elephant in the room...
Debra Jo Rupp and Kurtwood Smith have sent letters to the court in support of Danny Masterson, for leniency for his sentence. Along with Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis, obviously.
It's still fine to love T7S and T9S. The characters are not their portrayers, but it's still fine to classify the show as tainted. You do you. Do as you wish. I won't stop you.
So, it's fine to still love Hyde, Jackie, Kelso, Red, and Kitty.* That's totally understandable, but if you still support "the actors who portray them..."
I don't give two shits if Debra Jo and Kurtwood were nice to you. They both did something that was the furthest from nice. They fucking asked a judge for leniency for a fucking rapist. As you rightfully pointed out, it's common that these letters get leaked, so from a PR standpoint, it's incredibly stupid. They shot themselves in both feet, and they screwed over the rest of the T9S cast.
Imagine the kids in this situation. They've been picketing at the front lines for better pay for the second season, only for the original stars of the show to royally screw them over and render their efforts as incredibly useless. It's overwhelmingly likely that T9S will be canceled, and now, their careers are attached to this amoral shit forever. And, all of this was done by their supposed mentors.
You can try to justify it all you want, by trying to put yourself in their shoes and see where they're coming from. Yeah, it must be tough coming to terms with the fact that their friend is a fucking monster. But come on. They're "trying to help" a convicted rapist, with the equivalent of, "Oh, he was such a good friend and good person."
But clearly, he isn't a good person. At all. And they're asinine for trying to defend him. They picked him over his victims (as well as their T9S colleagues, but that's a far lesser crime), and that's despicable. They deserve to be fucking blacklisted, from a moral standpoint. I know it sucks for the T9S kids, but T9S needs to be canceled. There's too much shit attached to it; it's a sinking ship, and the T9S kids and others are now trapped on it. Any variation won't happen, simply.
Thus, I suppose you can continue to "run this page of appreciation of the four of them," but I won't be supporting it in any meaningful way. Because I don't associate with people who support rape apologists, and...
"*These are just my thoughts and opinions. Please keep any other comments respectful or they will be removed/turned off. Thanks."
...I certainly don't associate with people who try to shut down commentary on such a serious topic, either.
*****
*It's fine to love Fez and Donna, too. Wilmer and Laura are the furthest from saints here (particularly Wilmer, who is a fucking groomer), but I'm addressing the letter writers here. They weren't dumb enough to write freaking letters in support of a fucking rapist.
*Kudos to Topher Grace for being a decent human being.
#that 70s show#that 90s show#red and kitty#kurtwood smith#debra jo rupp#i gotta do this from a moral standpoint#cause defending rape apologists isn't okay#my essays#*twiddles thumbs nervously*
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“I have cake in my eyes.” “Yeah, and I have cake down my shirt!” “Then just take off your shirt.” feels very Willex to me
Willie normally loved parties, but this was just not one he wanted to attend. Unfortunately building international relations was important, thus instead of relaxing in his bedroom back in DC, here he was in Buckingham Palace, observing the hoy piloi and wondering how long it would be until they cut the obscenely large cake.
Seriously, who needed a cake bigger than an average human being for a wedding? He bet it would be dry and full of like custard or coconut. Ew.
The other reason he didn't want to be here was standing across the room in a morning coat, complete with frigging tails and enough badges and sashes to make a beauty queen jealous. Prince Alex, second in line to the British Crown, and Willie's sworn enemy.
Was it petty to declare someone your enemy over a stupid disagreement at a youth summit three years ago? Sure. Did Willie care? Not in the least. But he had promised Caleb he'd be nice, thus avoiding Alex like the plague.
That unfortunately meant he was stuck by the sidelines, as it was kind of hard to avoid the brother of the bride even in a space this large. Hearing the whispers about Olivia's choice of groom, feeling the side long glances that shot his way. Trying not to flinch when they called him 'tramp' and Caleb worse.
Look, he knew he wasn't Caleb's biological son, but that man loved him more than anything, taking him from the group home when he was very young. Told WIllie he was done waiting for the right guy to make a family with. He'd asked his friend Clementine to help make a baby, but she wasn't able to donate the eggs thanks to complications, Delilah was trans, and Caleb didn't want to have a baby that some errant mom could try and take. So adoption it was.
The road from owning a dinner theatre in LA to residing in the White House had been an interesting one, but Willie got right out there and supported Caleb, picketing for votes right from the outset. Sure he had no interest in politics himself, preferring art and skateboarding, but he was always willing to help out his dad.
So those disparaging comments always stung, and he was never in a position to clap back. Just clenched his fists and blew out a breath, reminding himself he was not only representing his family, but his country itself.
"Okay there Covington?"
Willie turned and there was Alex, smirking at him and nodding to his fists. He shook out his hands. "Fine."
"It all getting to you?" Alex asked, surveying the room.
"It's not all bad, food is dec," Willie replied. He had been gorging himself on all the passing trays of appetizers, and figured that this was their meal. He'd rather sit down and eat at a table, but hey, if this was how the rich did it... "Waiting on cake." He nodded to the table they had found themselves next to on their turn of the room.
"Only the top and bottom are real," Alex whispered. "Rest is all styrofoam. I think Livvie has some sort of pudding ready to serve."
"Like chocolate or full of fruit and nuts?"
"The latter," Alex confirmed.
"Ew."
Whatever Alex was going to say to that was lost as a drunk duke or lord stumbled into them, pushing them down. Willie tried to catch himself, but he just managed to catch the edge of the tablecloth instead, pulling all seven tiers of buttercream monstrosity down on top of them.
He and Alex sat there for a moment, stunned, and Alex winced. "I have cake in my eyes."
“Yeah, and I have cake down my shirt!” Willie retorted, scooping a glob of frosting from his face. Eugh, it tasted rancid and overly fake. Probably a good thing he didn't eat any of it.
“Then just take off your shirt," Alex replied. "Seen you do it often enough."
Willie grumbled. "You do one topless photoshoot for Rolling Stone and it's all people see."
"I didn't say it wasn't a good shoot," Alex replied, blushing. Then swore as he saw guards and one very irate looking bride thundering towards them. "Shit, we gotta go before we end up in the Tower, or worse."
Willie found himself pulled up (wow, Alex was IstrongI, must be all the polo) and pulled through the palace, giggling as he saw the dumbfounded faces they passed by. Collapsing in a simple looking bedroom covered in posters of rock stars and pictures of friends. Plus a very happy looking beagle who came and tried to lick them clean.
"Shoo David!" Alex said, stripping off his coat. He then looked at Willie. "I'll get you some clean clothes, you can take the first shower."
"David, really?" Willie asked, scratching behind the dog's ears.
"After Bowie," Alex replied, handing him some comfy sweats and a pale pink shirt.
Later that day, still hiding out in Alex's bedroom, Willie couldn't say they were still sworn enemies. What they were was to be determined, but his kiss swollen lips and new contact info on his phone made him think the future of inter country relations looked pretty promising.
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Jack Quaid is also someone who really seems to be open and works a lot on his craft, and he is huge nepo baby so could get things just handed to him. He regularly makes time to do improv and live sketch comedy shows even in between filming (when the strike isn't happening he works a LOT yet still finds time). And doesn't seem afraid to humble himself and his work.
On top of that, he has been consistently on the picket lines since the strike started supporting both actors and writers. And has posted quite a lot in support of both.
Seems like a good bean all around.
Jacks's mom used to be my favorite actress until she went overkill with the plastic surgery and lost the ability to emote. I love seeing people own their craft. Jack has two legacies that overshadow him, that's a lot of pressure and yet he never let's that get in the way of his own personal legend. He could have ridden his parents' coattails but he went to NYU Tisch School of the Arts instead.
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Took a break over the weekend, came back to see one of my fave writers deleted their account, I assume due to anon hate, and so many of my other favourites, you included, are also getting hate 😡
Honestly to the hateful anons I just want to say…please read a newspaper…see what’s going on in the world right now and ask yourself, are your fandom grievances really so important that they’re worth all this negativity? All that anger, all that passion, and you’re choosing to release it behind an anon button on Tumblr? Go to a picket line! Join a march! Write to your politicians! Turn it into something productive! In today’s world, are the people sharing their art for free really the enemy? 😭
And Luna, I hope you’re ok, and I hope you know that you and your art are appreciated x
I just got an anon for even posting something about someone getting run off the app. It’s the same people who started it all in the first place. And I mean, if they’re so pressed, they can come off anon and message me. But they won’t. Because the thing about these people is that they’re not brave enough to say what they want to say to people directly, but they’ll do it behind a button.
There is so much going on in this world as you said, and this energy could be used to actually make changes in the world, instead of trying to create some sort of “hierarchy” on a stupid website. Imagine if they put all this energy into something that actually mattered?
At the end of the day, all of this should be an escape from the harsh reality we live in.
But I’m gonna hop off my soap box, because apparently people are watching me this closely.
Thank you for the well wishes! I am still struggling with my own health issues, but every day we are doing better. Thank you for your love and support! You are so appreciated and I hope you have a very happy holiday season. We need some happiness these days 🤍🤍
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ONE SHOT - EDDIE MUNSON
Summary: What does it mean to be something? Is something nothing? Is nothing something? Based on the song ‘One Shot’ by PRETTYMUCH. Reader has female pronouns.
Warnings: Jason b/c I really don’t like him, feelings :D, a bit angst ig, some cringy lines, underage drinking (nothing detailed), brief mention of cigarettes (1), smut, NSFW, consensual sex, fluffy sex, making out, oral sex (f), fingering, a very very short mention of thigh riding, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (put a beenie on your weenie)
A/N: I would've made the reader have a relationship with Steve but I couldn’t do my baby Steve so dirty. This is also pretty bad b/c I haven’t written in a hot minute. ALSO not proofread, so if you see anything, no you don’t :)
Word count: 3.0k+
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Think I got the blues from you but I don't know
I just can't see why you keep on holding on
Everytime you call me, girl, there’s something wrong
Yeah, I got the blues from you, I gotta know
Eddie Munson sulked as he watched her table from afar. It was a sight that Y/N had never wanted to be a witness to.
“Hey, why’s the freak staring at us like that?” Jason snorted.
Y/N avoided his gaze, Jason tensing in front of her as she refused to speak.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing, I…I’m just not feeling too well.”
“Y/N-”
“Jason, just take my word. Please.”
The instant the dismissal bell had rung, Y/N bolted through the door. She refused to look back as she plopped herself in the seat of her car.
The words that flew from her mouth the night prior played in her head like a record.
“Eddie, I need someone…something. The excitement, the joy that you bring into my life is like no other. Eddie, you…you changed me. I don’t want the white picket fence life with Jason. I want to share my life with you, Eddie. I want to move to New York with you. I want to support your career in music. I want to have your kid. I want to be yours. Eddie, I can’t have any of this with anyone unless it’s you.”
Though she was wasted off her ass, her brain was wired to gracefully remind her of what she said over and over.
I bet my shirt feels good up on your skin
I bet you love to feel like giving in
I bet you told 'em we were nothing
Eddie stumbled into his trailer with Y/N safe in his arms after chatting it up with her out in their school’s parking lot. His mouth was on hers in seconds, front pressed to front. His hands snuck up her shirt, undoing the clasp of her bra as he left a trail of hot kisses along her neck.
“Eddie- oh, fuck- this is wrong,” she uttered.
“So wrong,” he mumbled, smirking as her body caved in.
Eddie had asked dozens of times, making sure she was absolutely okay with this before they’d done anything. Her answer wavered not once, her hands getting lost in his hair immediately.
Her nimble fingers worked to remove her shirt, tossing it to some far corner in his room before pulling his clothed chest down to hers. The cotton of his Hellfire tee grazed her nipples, setting her skin ablaze as her tongue explored his mouth.
Eddie’s hand disappeared between the plush of her thighs, pushing her underwear to the side under her skirt.
“This little uniform drives me fucking crazy,” he uttered, watching as her toes curled in her socks.
“Eds, please,” she whined.
“What is it, princess?”
“Just give it to me already,” she pled.
...
The morning after was far from a blur. A pair of tattooed arms tightened around her in a matter of seconds.
“Stop moving,” he grumbled.
She lazily turned to face him, grimacing when she felt an ache shoot up her pelvic area. Though her body ached all over, she felt surprisingly comfortable in his arms. His embrace was cordial, leaving her at ease. Soft puffs sounded from the gap between his lips, his eyelashes fluttering the slightest bit in his state.
“It’s kind of creepy if you just stare, y’know.”
“I’m sorry.”
Her cheeks heated up rather quickly, making the atmosphere around them feel somewhat suffocating now.
“Um, I-I’ve got to go.”
His eyes finally panned open, allowing her to witness the shrinkage of his pupils under the harsh sunlight beaming through the tiny window. He got up with a groan, looking back at her as she admired the scratches on his back.
“I think you need a new shirt,” he chuckled, the residue of their secretions stuck to the fabric of her shirt speaking for itself. “I thought I’d grabbed my shirt for that but clearly I was wrong.”
She giggled, allowing him to toss her his Hellfire shirt.
“Fits like a dress.”
He tried extremely hard to not admire her raw beauty, or at least make it obvious that he’d been doing so, but made it obvious once she pulled her hair to the side. She nervously rubbed at the marks adorning her neck, offering Eddie a quirk of her lip as she turned to grab her skirt.
“It’s rude to stare, Munson,” she quipped.
And like that, she was off to school, hustling to pop a few breath mints into her mouth. Her face dropped when she noticed the eyes of many. All stared at the bold design covering her torso, murmuring to one another.
“What the hell is she doing in that?”
“Munson? Oh, please!”
“Since when’d she join the dork squad?”
Chrissy was quick to approach her at her locker.
“Munson? Are you kidding me?”
“Munson? Relax, Chrissy. I’d never go for him.”
“Then what are you doing in his shirt?” her arms crossed over her chest.
“His shirt? This isn’t his shirt. I bought it for…charity. I felt guilty so I purchased this shirt for charity.”
“Whatever,” she eyed Y/N, poking at the devil on her shirt.
“We’re nothing, Chrissy!”
You took my shirt and showed up at his door
And then you left it on his bedroom floor
I think he knew about me all along
Plus, your perfume matches my cologne
I bet it hits you when you breathe it in
I bet he wonders where the hell you've been
Spending nights with Jason were nothing out of the ordinary. Their relationship was simply that of friends with benefits…just far less than friends. There were no strings attached, at least that’s what Y/N had thought.
Jason was high the moment she’d arrived at his house. His eyes didn’t miss the illustration on her shirt though, analyzing the detail.
“Why does this look familiar?” he questioned, tugging at the fabric.
“Well-”
“Are you wearing Munson’s shirt?”
“God, Jason,” she uttered. “For the millionth time, it was for charity!”
He didn’t question it any further, instantly leading her to his bedroom.
...
As she freshened up, Jason couldn’t help but stare at the bicolored garment. It reeked of Eddie Munson, his cologne drowning every fiber.
“Y/N, are you sure you don’t need to tell me anything?”
“I’m sure, Jason. What’s gotten into you?”
“This shirt- it…” he sighed. “It just reminds me of Munson too damn much. It even smells like him.”
I bet you told him we were nothing
“You’re thinking about this way too much. I have nothing going on with him and I never will.”
She couldn’t deny it for much longer, though. The second the fabric hit her skin, her stomach did back flips. His scent engulfed her nostrils, feeling like nothing but a nice warm hug.
So why'd you tell me we were something?
Finding herself at the doorstep of Eddie’s trailer, Y/N wanted nothing more than to be with him. When he opened the door with a cigarette lingering between his lips, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. In a good way. A very good way. She wasted no time, launching herself into his arms.
“Oh, Eddie, I missed you,” her face finding solace in the pit of his chest.
His hands fell to her waist, pushing her body from his momentarily.
“You missed me?”
“Yes,” she went in for another hug, only to have his hand firmly grasp her shoulder.
“Sure as hell doesn’t feel like it, Y/N.”
“Eddie-”
“Listen,” he paused, scanning her features. “The past month has been amazing, but I get it - I’m the school freak. However, I don’t appreciate any of this bullshit.”
“Can you-”
“You can’t just go around telling people that we’re nothing and then come back to me and hope that I’ll gracefully accept you into my rather shitty home. It doesn’t work like that.”
“Eddie, we are something! You don’t think it kills me every day not being with you?”
“Do you want me to truthfully answer that?” he scoffed, folding his arms over his chest.
“You know what? Yes, yes I do!”
“I don’t think you give two shits about me! If you weren't ashamed of me, you wouldn’t be telling people that we’re nothing when they see you bright and early in one of my t-shirts or when they see you get out of my car!”
“Eddie, I care about you!”
“You don’t and that’s the sad fucking truth.”
With that, she was left to pour her heart out, get drunk and do something stupid. Not knowing, however, that something stupid she’d be doing would change her life forever.
D'you love me?
When you say you love me like that
You ain't gotta hold back
It'll just take a second
To believe in us, to believe in love
Just give me one shot
With all my speed, I'll give you one heart
So bet on me, I'll play my cards right
No more dreamin'
Give me one shot
She simply sat out front of his trailer, awaiting his arrival as the sun began to set. The rev of his car engine brought her from her dozed state, her arm falling from beneath her chin. Bringing herself to her feet, the drumming of her heart against her chest mimicked each of Eddie’s footsteps.
“What’re you doing here, Y/L/N?”
“I came here to talk. Could you-”
“Did you really just come here to talk?”
“Yes! I came here to talk to you so please, could you just listen to me for five minutes?”
He said not a word, motioning with a wave of his hand for her to continue.
“Eddie, I’m sorry for the past month and I’m sorry for the way I decided to treat our situation. I’m sorry for just ignoring you earlier after everything that I said last night. I meant everything that I said last night. It probably doesn’t feel like it, but I think I'm in love with you. I don't want anyone else but you. You’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, Eds, and I'm sorry that I don't treat you like it," she paused, sniffling as she allowed the feeling of the cool Autumn air to brush her teary cheeks.
“I came here to not only apologize but, I came here to tell you that I-I want more with you than just what we had before. And I get it. I get it if you want absolutely nothing to do with me after everything, but I just needed you to know.”
She sniffled once more, not looking into his eyes as his knuckle brushed the skin of her cheek. The kiss that he soon placed upon her lips was nothing short of passionate.
“Eddie-”
“Sh,” he hushed, allowing his feet to lead her to his trailer.
“Eddie, I came here to prove to you that I’m not with you just for this.”
“Y/N, I know. You made it very clear.”
He pulled away for a moment, watching her body for any signs of hesitancy.
“Just tell me you don’t want this and I’ll let you be,” he whispered.
She finally looked into his eyes, everything inside of her snapping as she allowed her arms to cave around his neck. Eddie wasted not a second either, hoisting her up his torso before carrying her to his room. The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongue, all jumbled with hums and groans. Eddie placed her softly on his bed as he’d done several times before, slipping out of one of his several Hellfire Club shirts. The design had been perforated into her heart, skipping a beat whenever the design was presented to her. Everything about it reminded her of Eddie, sending her into a frenzy.
“You’re staring, sweetheart,” Eddie jested.
“It’s hard to not stare when something so gorgeous is right in front of me.”
Eddie paused, not being able to hide the faint rosy tint to his cheeks as he chuckled.
“Jesus H. Christ, you are so corny,” he murmured, his torso parallel to hers as his neck craned so their lips would meet.
Her hands reached for any bit of his skin as he lowered himself, slotting himself between her thighs.
“Eddie, you don’t-”
“I want to,” he hummed, reveling in the way her body reacted to his touch immediately. “Seems like your body wants me too.”
He worked her bottoms off of her legs, groaning when he was face to face with her cunt. His eyes met hers, reaching for her hand once allowing his head to disappear between her thighs. Her back instantly arched against the mattress.
A whimper sounded past her lips as Eddie expertly worked his tongue. She simply writhed in his hold, the rings clinging onto his fingers adding contrast in temperature as they worked in and out of her.
“Holy f-fuck, Eddie,” she groaned.
A couple more laps at her cunt had her thighs spasming, her limbs threatening to slap shut around his head. He simply chuckled, the vibrations sending a tingle down her spine. He sat up from his place between her thighs, still allowing his fingers to work her g-spot.
His mouth met hers yet again. His free hand meet the side of her face as she struggled to kiss him back.
“Eddie, ‘m gonna-”
“Come for me, baby,” he crooned.
A sheer wave of pleasure consumed her lower half, her legs trembling as she came undone. Eddie tapped her lips with his slick-covered fingers, offering soft praises when her mouth accepted the digits.
She found herself in his lap in only a matter of seconds. Eddie nudged her legs apart, flexing his thigh under her heat. She hummed when he bounced his leg, rocking her hips for more friction.
“Patience, princess,” Eddie mused with a grin.
Her insides coiled at the sound of his belt buckle clinking, the worn leather soon on the floor with her discarded bottoms. Her nails scratched at his abdomen in the process of removing his frayed t-shirt. His body tensed rather quickly under her touch
Her hands rested on his, hovering over the crotch of his jeans, before pressing feather-light kisses to his neck. Littering the skin in love bites and kisses, she looked up at him through hooded eyelids making his breath hitch.
“God, I fucking love you,” he grunted, both of his hands finding comfort around her neck as their lips met in a heated smooch.
His tongue was quick to explore its mundane territory, Eddie rolling her onto her back. He removed his pants with a huff, Y/N sitting up before slipping her t-shirt over her head.
The faint daylight that remained aided him in immediately recognizing the bra she wore. The red fabric adorned by dark red lace had quickly grown on him due to the affinity it had with his Hellfire shirts.
“You knew this would happen, didn’t you, baby?”
His fingers hooked at the bridge of the garment, manipulating her body till she was in his lap once more. Her body grew excited when she settled over his bulge, growing warm all over.
“It just so happened that I got lucky,” she shakily replied, humming as his teeth nipped the skin of her collarbone.
“Better not have been wearing this for anyone else,” he muttered.
The feeling of his tip prodding at her cunt sent her into a state of craze.
“Eddie, please,” she begged. “Missed you too damn much just to be teased.”
With a chuckle, he eased himself into her.
“You missed me?”
She could only nod, basking in the way he oh so sweetly stretched her out. He watched her face carefully for any signs of discomfort, bottoming out when she locked eyes with him, uttering the words “don’t hold back.”
Eddie clutched onto her as if he’d lose her if he hadn’t done so. She found herself lost in his eyes through the simultaneous ruts of their hips. Her head tipped back after Eddie’s mouth had made its way back to her neck, offering her a weak smile as she moaned aloud. She lifted herself briefly, only to drop herself back down, earning a groan from the pair as their skin collided with a clap.
“Oh sh-it,” Eddie sighed, eyes screwing shut as ground her hips down onto his. “Can’t last much longer with you squeezin’ me like this, baby.”
The kiss they shared was chaste and sweet, Y/N flashing him a pearly smile as all of her hair fell just to one side. It was at that moment, that the world went still. It felt as though they were the only people on the planet right at that very moment. Nothing could ever top this moment, at least for now.
Eddie’s hands found refuge on her hips, his own snapping up into her as he neared his own climax.
“Gonna come, princess,” he babbled.
“Come…inside of me.”
His hips stuttered at those few words, the air from his lungs being knocked out as her lips were once more on his. He could barely meet her lips, sharing heavy pants and chuffs. His hands were firm on her behind, pulling her body impossibly close as they both rode out their intense orgasms.
They shared a few more breaths, Eddie rolling over until Y/N laid on her back. He slowly pulled out of her, opting to grab a t-shirt off the ground.
“Nearly picked up your t-shirt again,” he chuckled, tossing his into the air before catching it.
She slid his t-shirt over her head, trying to minimize the amount of movement for she could already feel the ache between her thighs. With pure adoration in her eyes, she watched as he placed a glass of water by his bedside after slipping his boxers on.
He slid into the not-so-spacious spot beside her, his heart skipping a beat as she clung onto him like a koala. Their legs fell intertwined, the beat of their hearts a gentle thump in one another’s arms. Her fingers mindlessly traced the tattoos on his chest, her hand wanting nothing more than to just hold onto his.
“So, does this officially make you my girlfriend?”
She looked up at him, her eyelashes faintly tickling his fair skin.
“Yes. A million times yes, Eddie Munson. Just give me one shot.”
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