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blainesebastian · 2 years

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coffee cart girl (pt5)

words: 3,418 ship: austin x female reader summary: you’re the coffee runner on the set of Elvis. Coffee deliveries run pretty easy, until Austin accidently spills coffee on you. notes: thank you so much for all the support! previous parts are under this tag, this part was inspired by this gifset warnings: none tag list: under the cut! sorry if your username does not link up on the post if you requested to be put on the tag list (it’s getting hefty! :)), unsure how I could fix that. please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

Despite everything changing, things stay the same—which is actually pretty comforting. You keep showing up on set, day-in-day-out, serve coffee, come back home and then wake up to do it all over again. You have to admit that you feel slightly lighter working your coffee deliveries and know it has everything to do with this relationship you’re building with Austin. Keeping things under wrap for right now feels like the best idea, just between the two of you, which is exactly what you both need right now. With Austin constantly working on Elvis, you have no interest in being in any sort of spotlight—at least not yet. Your script work is getting better but you’re still figuring out the steps that you’ll need to move forward, to get yourself out there—be noticed.

The last thing you want is for someone to assume you haven’t gotten somewhere by talent alone but because of who you know, or in this case, who you’re seeing.

Austin has always seemed like a very private guy anyways, he’s not very active on social media—he likes to keep his personal life exactly that, personal. It leaves you with this intimate bubble forms over you both, time to get to know one another and develop on shared feelings. It may not look like normal dating, and it might seem like sneaking around sometimes, but that doesn’t bother you.

In the end—what you have with Austin is no one’s business.

Except, you do want to tell Jillian.

Getting on set Thursday, you make a direct route to one of the makeup trailers that she works in. Climbing inside and closing the door, you make sure you’re alone with her before spilling the beans. You tell her everything, from start to finish, all the details you feel like are necessary to get you both on the same page.

It doesn’t take much—Jillian already thought that Austin liked you, so the conclusion jumping is a short distance once she has all the information.

Jillian’s face somehow looks like an emoji, a permanent heightened emotion that is hearteyes and shocked all at the same time. Her jaw may also be taking up a residence on the floor, she hasn’t closed her mouth since you began talking.

“I fucking knew it.” She laughs, “I’m so good at sensing chemistry—like, I should probably quit my job here and become a relationship guru,” You roll your eyes even though you’re smiling, “Or a tarot card reader.”

“You can’t tell anyone Jillian, I mean it.” You say after a moment, taking a step closer to your friend. “Austin and I don’t want our business out there.”

“Austin and I,” She repeats with a dreamy laugh, “Our,” She shakes her head, curls tied up in clip today, which is probably a good thing seeing as how she seems to be vibrating at a high frequency. “Does that feel weird to say—like, you’re dating a celebrity.”

You let out a slow breath, your stomach fluttering in a slightly nervous way that it does sometimes. It’d be obtuse not to acknowledge the elephant in the room that Austin is, in fact, a celebrity, that he is different than someone you met at a coffee shop or a bar. You two are very unique in that sense and are on distinct paths for your futures. But at the same time you find it important to remind yourself that Austin is human, he’s a regular guy that has normal emotions, needs and desires. You’re on the same page, you’re working together on this.

But that doesn’t mean that sometimes this whole thing doesn’t blow your mind because it does. It’s as if you’re worried you might wake up from a dream or something, harsh reality ready to grab you by the throat.

“Jillian,” You repeat, holding her gaze so you know she’s actually listening.

Jillian sighs, head tossed back towards the ceiling, “I hear you, promise. I won’t say a word to anyone.” And you do believe her otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything in the first place. Jillian might be a little eccentric but she’s trustworthy. “Are you going to go out on dates…or?”

You pause a moment, considering that…you actually hadn’t thought about it. So much of your interactions kinda stem on being on set together, you spend time between shoots, when you bring coffee or Austin lets you know when he’s taking food breaks but…

Eventually Elvis will come to an end and then what? There’s award shows and interviews and a very public eye. You’re pretty sure that even now if you two were to go out, someone would notice and put it out into the world—a fan, a pap, a gossip tabloid, too many different outcomes. One of the great things about set is that you can have privacy here.

“We’re figuring it out.” And it sounds like such a lame excuse right now but to be honest you don’t want to admit that it hasn’t crossed your mind.

Jillian just smiles before nodding, the door to the trailer opening up before any more questions can be asked. You’re secretly kind of thanking whoever’s listening for that—if your friend thinks you need to be a bit more planned about your future with Austin, she doesn’t comment.

Right now you think a day-to-day approach is best…but maybe a little bit more of a strategy wouldn’t hurt either.

The day is as busy as it always is, filled with running around on last minute rotations and add-ons mixed with your regular orders. Sal actually seems like she’s in a decent mood for once, which is always a nice surprise. You take your afternoon lull at the typical picnic bench, getting some serious editing done on your script as you slowly sip on a coffee. Second readthrough is done, now all that’s left is reading it outloud to catch any last mistakes before…letting a second pair of eyes actually look at it.

Speaking of—

You frown, picking up the clipboard nearby that had your morning and afternoon orders on it. Just as you thought, you don’t see Austin’s name anywhere. Time had been runnin’ so smoothly, you barely noticed that he hadn’t placed any coffee orders. Normally, you might not think that was odd but…after ending up on the same page, it’s usually a nice stolen few moments to see one another through a busy day.

You chew on your lower lip—it’s probably just a hectic day for him but there’s also a small pit in your stomach that is slowly beginning to feel like a black hole for whatever reason. You put the script in your bag and decide to stretch your legs, dropping your things off where you usually keep them and take a long stroll around set.

In a not surprising turn of events, you end up outside Austin’s trailer. Glancing around for a moment, you take a sip of coffee and make your way up the steps—at the very least you can pretend you have a last-minute caffeine fix for him, should anyone ask. You knock on the door and wait, taking a step back to make room for the door to open.

It takes a few moments but when it finally does, you pause, unsure of what to say.

Despite still getting to know him, it’s very plain to see that he’s upset. He must be in-between scenes because he’s in his own clothes, jeans, a black shirt, his hair scrubbed free of gel from what looks like his hands going through it. His face is slightly pink, eyes red-rimmed and wet and it somehow makes the color seem even more blue. He works his jaw a moment, swallowing, seemingly trying to get ahold of himself.

You’re kinda dumbfounded because…you’ve obviously never seen him like this before.

Blinking, you realize that you should say something. “Hi,” You pause, taking a breath, “Do you—you want me to leave you alone?”

“No,” He says quickly, clearing his throat. His voice is twinged with emotion, slightly deeper than usual as he opens the door so you can walk over the threshold, “You can come in.”

You hesitate for a moment before wandering inside, the door closing behind you. Austin moves to lean against the kitchenette counter and you stand in front of him, putting your cup of coffee down near the sink. You give him a few moments to collect himself, watching as he runs a hand over his forehead, swallowing, the muscles in his jaw flexing again. Your gaze flutters over the rings he has on today, both gold, one on his middle finger while the other rests on his pinky.

Did something happen? You’re trying not to bombard him with questions…so you do the only thing you think you can in that moment, remembering how his hand had smoothed its way down your back during that migraine. One hand moves to settle along his arm, squeezing, while the other gently rests along his neck. Your fingers graze the bottom of his jawline, his pulse quick and skin warm where you’re touching. You feel, rather than see him, take a short breath in.

Whatever’s got him worked up, it’s at least good to know that he’s letting himself feel it rather than keep it buried underneath his ribcage. Some people are so concerned about strong emotions, never allowing themselves to give into them, feeling like they have to keep them hidden or tucked away. Austin’s not only allowing himself to feel, but he’s also letting you see him like this.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just stand there together, soaking one another in. You rub along his arm, sometimes your other hand moving to cup his cheek, stroking along his cheekbone. He sniffles, running one of his own hands underneath his eyes before letting out a slow breath,

“Sometimes it’s uh, it’s hard for me to take a step back from what I’m doin’.”

You nod and honestly, a lot of details aren’t necessary. You're sure the emotional toll is sometimes brutal, how hard it must be to separate his feelings out between what's reality and what's the film. You know that Austin gives absolutely everything to his work—it's obvious in the way he carries himself, how he speaks about his roles, in interviews you've seen and even in conversations you've shared with him.

He doesn’t need to explain himself.

It’s a bit crushing to see him like this—you wish you knew what to say. “Can I do anything?”

Austin shakes his head, giving you a small smile. Removing the hand that you have along his cheek, he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “You’re doin’ it.”

You smile back, your stomach doing that ridiculous fluttering thing it sometimes does because of him. “I was wonderin’ why your coffee orders were missing from my clipboard.”

“Just been kinda nauseous all day,” Austin admits, running a hand through his hair, “Stomach’s in a knot.”

You’ve heard rumors that way before filming started Baz had organized for studio producers, crew, and the like to heckle Austin while he played some of his first Elvis songs. This wasn’t done without a purpose—much of Elvis’s first performances as an artist were similar. Regardless, you can’t imagine what it’d be like to experience something like that, especially if you’re already nervous about embodying such a role.

You wonder if today was something similar in the studio…or maybe it’s just a bad day. Not all of them can be perfect, even if Austin shows up ready to work as hard as he possibly can.

Taking a small breath in, you step back from him—you don’t have much time left on your own break before you’ll have to start taking late-night coffee orders. You’re sure he wants to spend a bit more on his own before he’s called to hair and makeup or wardrobe.

“I’ll see you later?” You offer, leaving it open just in case he wants to take the rest of the day to himself. You wouldn’t blame him, sometimes time alone is the best way to bounce back.

But Austin reaches for your wrist as you move to leave, squeezing gently, “I’ll find you.”

Giving him one last smile, you grab your cup of coffee and head out of his trailer.

Shooting stretches until two AM, which is not at all surprising. You end up leaving set around midnight, making a convenience run to grab a few things before making your way back to your favorite picnic bench outside the food tent. It’s a skeleton crew and luckily no one seems to bother to ask you why you’re still hanging out, walking past you with either a goodnight or no words at all.

Looking up as you hear footsteps approach, you smile when you see Austin, sliding off the table you’re sitting on to meet him halfway. He’s in his own set of clothes again but his hair is still styled to look like Elvis—the most important part, he looks a lot better than when you saw him this afternoon. Shoulders not as heavy looking, his eyes brighter,

“Hi,” Austin smiles down at you, “Fancy meetin’ you here.”

“I know,” You laugh lightly, “What a coincidence.” Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you walk with him towards his trailer. You don’t pass many people, which is comforting, before you finally make it to the destination. Austin heads up the steps first, opening the door for you to walk in.

Switching on the lights, the door closes behind you and you pause as you see that way back in the trailer…is in fact a bed. So it is true that some stars have legit places to sleep on set if they wish for late nights, naps between scenes. Though you’re not sure how that’d go—you always feel like such a zombie waking up from a nap. Can’t imagine that’s a good thing going from scene to scene.

So much for that being refreshing.

“Is that comfortable?” You ask, motioning to the bed as you put your bag down on the coffee table.

Austin looks up and in the direction of what you’re referring to, “Kinda, it has its moments when you’re really tired.”

“You gonna sleep there tonight?”

He purses his lips in thought, toeing his boots off near the couch. “Probably.”

And that…is totally not something to be thinking about right now. You shake your head as if to get rid of the imagery before clearing your throat, “I got you somethin’.”

He raises his eyebrows as you pass over the bag from the convenience store,

“Just my go-to’s when I’m feeling poorly.”

You smile, chewing on your lower lip as he pulls out a few essentials: a plastic container of Oreo’s, Ginger Ale, and mint tea.

“They didn’t have peanut butter.” Then quickly to clarify, “For the Oreo’s, I mean.”

Austin laughs softly, nodding, running his hand over the pack before smiling up at you. He reaches out to tug you close, placing a kiss on the bridge of your nose. “Thank you.”

You feel warmed from the inside out, blooming in your chest and sprouting outward. It’s not much and you’re not sure if his stomach is still upset but…you just wanted to be able to offer something to help. Sometimes a well-placed gesture is all you need.

Opening the pack of Oreo’s, he sets the bag on the coffee table to take a cookie out. Biting into it, he says, “I’ve never had Oreo’s with peanut butter before.”

You raise your eyebrows in mock outrage, “This is just unacceptable—don’t tell me you’re a cookies and milk kinda guy.”

He smiles a little guiltily—it’s cute. “You gonna take the cookies back if I say yes?”

You crinkle your nose, grabbing an Oreo for yourself. “Just please tell me you’re not a dunker.”

Austin shakes his head and well, good, at least you can work with that. Snagging a seat on the couch, you take your shoes off, crossing your legs up on the cushions. As you both eat through another sleeve of cookies, your mind wanders to this morning when you were talking with Jillian about…everything. The future, or at least what might happen when the filming of Elvis ends. You glance up at Austin, on the couch with you, one long leg folded up under himself, the other resting on the ground. His fingers hold one cookie while the other runs them along his lower lip, as if he’s in thought.

He touches his face a lot, you realize, especially when he seems to be considering something. After the emotive day he’s had, you’re not sure it’s the right time to really talk through what’s on your mind. There will be time for that.

Austin looks over at you as he takes an Oreo apart, which makes you scrunch your face a bit because you know he’s going straight for the icing. “How’s your script comin’?”

You take a soft breath into your chest, debating the words behind your teeth for a long few moments before, “Maybe end of the week you can look at it? If you’re not too busy.” No pressure, you can have Jillian read it over if he can’t.

“I’m not too busy for you.” Austin replies and he says it in such a way that has you believing it. Though, it’s a double-edged sword, you’re not quite sure how you’re going to handle him reading your script and…what if he thinks it’s absolutely awful? It’s just one opinion, sure, but you have to admit that it means a bit to you.

You shake out the nerves best you can and nod, determined, he’ll get that script by the end of the week.

Then you’ll go from there.

You stay on the couch for a while eating Oreos, easy conversation passing between the two of you. It kind of amazes you how simple it is that you can just…talk about anything. There’s topics that range from the serious (where do you see yourself in five years, who’s your biggest influence, book you could read over and over again) to the dramatic (zombie apocalypse—how fucked are you, favorite bird that you think has the biggest personality, drunk food go-to).

Another hour of time passes and it was already late to begin with, another yawn slipping past your lips,

“I think you should crash here,” Austin says, “That’s like your fifth one.”

You blink at the offer because no…while you know it’s late and he’s not wrong about you yawning a lot, the day catching up with you, you couldn’t possibly sleep here, right? On a few counts.

No…people would notice, wouldn’t they? While you like to think you blend into the background pretty easily, tomorrow would be the day for people to notice you coming out of Austin’s trailer, or in the same clothes you wore today. Way too risky, right?

And yet, for whatever reason that’s not what comes out of your mouth, “I think I got an extra pair of jeans in my car but—”

“I can grab you somethin’ from wardrobe.”

You raise your eyebrows, a scoff sneaking out. Oh really? “This couch is—”

“Let me worry about the couch, you’re takin’ the bed.”

Now you do laugh, “What you got an answer for everythin’?”

He grins, “Maybe.”

This is such a bad idea—the couch was comfortable enough to nap on when you had a migraine but getting a full night’s rest? Not even to mention, “Your legs are far too long for this thing.”

Now he’s amused, his eyes dancing warmly as he leans into your personal space. Your stomach flutters, gaze flickering down to his lips when he speaks, “You checkin’ me out Y/N?”

“You’re incorrigible.” You shake your head, gently poking at his chest.

Austin hums, “I’ve been told that’s my best quality.”

You don’t kiss him even though you really want to, a smile tugging the corners of your mouth—you realize within those few moments how much you like him, how your feelings for him are becoming more and more defined the longer you two figure this thing out together. At the same time, it’s a dangerous thing—you’re really falling for him.

You just hope it’s not too fast.

Once again, thanks so much for reading! I think I worked out that this series will be 10 parts total :)

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saints-who-never-existed · 4 months

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you had quite a compelling thought going in your tags of that bridglar gifset about loving something that cannot love you back... it would be a pleasure to hear the rest of what you had to say about it

I don't know that my thoughts on this are fully formed quite yet, but I'll tell you what I'm thinking so far and I'll start on a personal note.

I've always been fascinated with mythology and folklore - that fascination informed my artistic practice back when I was properly practising and is a huge part of the reason that I then progressed into the field of history and heritage.

As fascinated as I was, though, I found that I didn't actually believe in any of it which got me thinking - what does inspire that kind of feeling in me? That belief? That sort of religious-level ecstasy?

The simple answer was the great outdoors, the landscape itself.

I ascribed my own personal mythology to the landscape around me and ended up pursuing a literal artistic pilgrimage through key locations in the Highlands near my home back in Scotland which culminated in climbing my own personal 'Holy Mountain'.

(That was literally a decade ago and, let me tell you, my toes still haven't fully recovered from all that hiking!)

Which is all to say that when it comes to the idea of loving an entity that cannot love you back, I wonder, now that I've thought more on it, if perhaps it's a matter of perspective and expectation?

Yes, it's sad to think of how much those men would've loved the sea itself and how the sea did not, could not love them back. How it was the sea itself that doomed them, at least in part.

I think a lot about how they possibly could have reconciled that but then I remember my own experiences in the landscape, the love I feel for it and the joy it continues to bring me. And I think perhaps that you just don't and shouldn't love something of that magnitude in the first place for anything else but what it is or with any expectation that it'll love you back.

As I touched on in the tags of that earlier post, most of those men would have been at sea since their childhood/youth and built their entire lives around it, would've known it intimately.

So yes, while the sea is a cruel mistress who could not love them back, I think that there's perhaps a more positive spin to be found here.

That there's perhaps something quite beautiful and profound and, dare I say, holy, in the notion that they would've known full well the unloving, cruel, and capricious nature of the sea and that they would've carried on loving her regardless.

I've waffled on long enough now so I'll end on a more historical/Terror-specific note and say that I think there's also a really interesting conversation to be had about colonialism/empire vs the sea/landscape.

Though the men don't love the empire itself per se, their lives have been defined by it and everything they've done within their careers has served it in some way. Yet at the end of the day, it is just another entity that, for lack of a better phrase, doesn't love them back, doesn't care for them at all.

The key distinction to be made here, I think, is one of 'can't' vs 'won't'.

It's sad that the sea doesn't love or care for you, yes, but that's only because the sea is a natural entity that cannot love or care for anything. Think of how, despite it all, the love still endures for Peglar and there is at least something approaching closure for him as result. Even as he's dying he still loves Bridgens and he still loves the sea, even after all it's put him through.

To live your life, however willingly, in service of an entity like colonialism/empire is another thing entirely though. That's a man-made entity that doesn't care for you not because it can't but because, quite frankly, it doesn't fucking want to. An entity that had the choice and the power to care for you and chose not to. Think of James Clark Ross, for example, and the way his face drops when he realises that, despite everything that's happened and everything they've given in service of it, the Admiralty and the Empire still care more about finding the Passage than finding the men lost to it.

Now that's a tragedy!

#And behold once again my complete inability to give a succinct answer to any given question!#Or a coherent one for that matter #This is such an intriguing thing to me though and I'll be thinking about it a while yet #Coherence impending #I'm thinking about Goodsir too in particular as another person whose love of the world around him most explicitly endures #'This place is beautiful to me even now. To see it with eyes as a child's. There is wonder here Captain.'#The Terror #Asks #Friendos!

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bird-inacage · 7 months

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After your last gifset (the sun vs moon one) and in light of the two preview clips we get from next week - Sand shutting Ray's request to be friends down and Ray having his little jealous fit at the party - I keep thinking about the fight at Sand's apartment from the trailer. And what I think I'd like (but am sadly not convinced will happen, because why would they cause us the least pain?) is for that fight to happen after the party jealousy episode, and be because Ray's finally confronting some level of his feelings for Sand. What I'm imagining in my best-case scenario is: Ray has his jealous fit and goes to talk to Sand afterwards, with the intention of keeping Sand on the hook/reinstating the flirtation even though it isn't going to go anywhere. (I don't think he'd encourage outright cheating because that instantly = no more Mew.) Sand turns that down flat because "Do you think I have no dignity?" as per the OST clip. And Ray has another jealous/entitled meltdown and says he doesn't even want to be with Sand anyway, he wishes he'd never met him, and he bets those grapes were sour anyway etc etc. Anyway, I don't think it will happen, but I like the idea on the grounds of a) Sand having a backbone! Yes please! and b) continuing to set up Ray's inevitable full-bore bitch fit if/when the ex shows back up. I thought you might enjoy that scenario too!

Haha, Hello Anon! 👋

Firstly, I do hope Sand stands his ground. He's given Ray A LOT of chances. If he starts wavering, I'll flip a goddamn table. Sand needs to stick up for himself, but also narratively Ray has to feel the threat of Sand distancing to ever recognise his own feelings.

What I anticipate is things with Mew start to get a little rocky. Whilst Top is doing his level best to win Mew back, that's potentially when Sand's ex enters the scene. Timing wise, Sand is going to be much more susceptible to an old flame trying to rekindle whilst he's bouncing back from Ray. He's not in too deep yet to be opposed to the idea of moving onto someone else. So this is where the ex could do the most damage. Sand is a man of principle so if the ex showed up whilst he and Ray were already together, I don't think he'd be as easily swayed. Which is why I'd be inclined to expect the ex to show up before Ray and Sand have identified each other as lovers.

Now if that does happen, Ray is going to have an existential crisis. He finally has Mew, and yet he's not happy. He's seething. He's bothered. Perhaps Mew notices how worked up Ray seems to be over this.

What leads to the fight scene in Sand's apartment has to be pretty considerable. This fight looks 10x more brutal than the one outside the bar. And due to the sheer devastation in Sand's reactions throughout, I'm not sure this will take place next episode. I think whatever tension is brewing between them will need to escalate much, much more if it's to go from somewhat numb to utter anguish.

"You think my life will be better with you? It's only f*cking going down to hell." The dialogue could be read either as 'oh you think I'd be better off with you as my boyfriend instead of someone else (e.g. Mew)?' or 'you really think you would make my life better?' (in a more general sense).

But yes, I'm all for Ray going on a steady trajectory of losing his mind over Sand giving him the cold shoulder. Added in with the likelihood of things just not working out at all with Mew, and potentially Sand's ex rocking up. *Rubs hands together* I just need to see Ray jealous. That's all I really want. That boy was behaving way too cocky in the Episode 8 preview and he needs to be brought back down to earth. Swiftly.

Thanks for the ask! 😉

---birdie

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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only a prompt if you're interest but that gifset of mitch wiggling around in a booth is making me think of mitch getting a blowjob under the table

Under the Table

Mitch Keller x f!reader

Summary: Mitch is taking far too long to close up the bar for the evening, so you let him know how just how impatient you are to head home.

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, blowjob, allusion to oral sex (f!receiving) and unprotected p in v

Soft, muted music plays quietly over the bar speakers as another busy evening comes to a close. After locking the front door, you untie the knot at the back of your apron and toss it over a chair before striding over to where Mitch is seated at a table, a pen cap nestled between his teeth as he writes down next week’s supply order in a notebook.

You flick the bill of his cap as you’re walking past him, but his arm shoots out and wraps around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. He pulls you closer to him, and the lip of the table presses against you as he glances up at you with a small smile on his face, fingers still lingering against your hip.

Thumbing at the waistband of your jeans, he taps the lined sheet of paper with his pen and says, “I’ll be done with this in ten minutes or so, then we can head out.”

You raise an eyebrow, knowing damn well that’s a lie. “Only ten minutes?”

“I promise, darlin’,” he winks, squeezing your backside for good measure.

When twenty minutes have passed and Mitch has yet to move, eyes intently trained on the ancient calculator sitting in front of him as his fingers hover over the buttons, you take matters into your own hands, quietly approaching him and dropping to the floor under the guise that you’re picking something up.

“What’re you doin’?” he drawls as he realizes you’ve crawled underneath the table.

“Keeping busy,” you answer, reaching up and placing a hand on his knee.

You hear the hitch in Mitch’s breath as you trail your fingers up the inside of his thigh, and he chuckles, “Think we’ve got a bed for this, honey. Or somewhere in the house, at least.”

Letting out a huff of air, you cup Mitch’s dick through his jeans, and he groans quietly as you retort, “Mitch Keller, you’ve fucked me on top of just about every surface in this godforsaken building. Including the pool table.”

“Floor’s damn dirty though,” he remarks, though you don’t miss the way he slowly spreads his thighs further apart and slides forward slightly in his chair as you run a finger along the edge of his belt buckle.

“You just keep working on those numbers,” you murmur, undoing his belt and working open the button and zipper of his jeans.

A sound of amused disbelief leaves Mitch’s mouth when you begin to inch your fingers along the waistband of his boxers—like he could even fathom attempting to concentrate on anything but the feeling of your hand dipping inside of the material and wrapping around his hard shaft.

Mitch shifts his hips when you pull his dick out and run your thumb over the precum leaking from the tip, as if he has to physically restrain himself from the urge to pull you into his lap. And although the mere idea of him bunching up your dress before he plunges his length inside of your dripping cunt has you clenching your thighs together, you’re too eager to get his flushed, throbbing cock inside of your mouth right now.

His cum will be dripping down your thighs before you get home anyway, one way or another. You’ll likely make it as far as the parking lot before he’s fucking you senseless in the front seat of his beat up old truck, his large hands firmly planted on your hips as you ride him, bouncing in his lap hard enough that the frame of the vehicle will be creaking in protest.

And when you get home, he’ll take advantage of your aforementioned bed with his face buried between your legs, lapping at your sensitive, quivering cunt until you’ve made a proper mess of his beard and mustache.

But right now, you want nothing more than to suck Mitch’s dick, and your mouth’s watering at the thought of taking his generous length into the wet heat of your throat.

You lean forward to lap at the tip of his cock, where a fresh bead of precum has formed, and you hear the sound of a pen clattering onto the surface of the table above you. Smirking, you spit into your palm, your hand easily sliding over his length as you begin to languidly stroke it. The table slides backward slightly when Mitch drops his elbows down, leaning heavily against it while your tongue laps broad strokes up and down the sides of his shaft.

Mitch moans when you begin to play with his balls while you continue to make a sloppy mess of his dick with your saliva, one hand tightly gripping the edge of the table. When you finally wrap your lips around the head of his cock, his hips twitch involuntarily, and you swirl your tongue around it, causing him to rock upward even harder.

A satisfied sound leaves you at the feeling of Mitch shoving his cock even deeper down your throat, and he groans at the vibration that flutters along his length when you do so.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Mitch grunts, bringing one hand down to rest against your head.

Drool begins to run down your chin as you bob up and down on his length, taking him so far into your mouth that the coarse hairs at the base of his dick brush against the tip of your nose. Encouraged by the way his fingers caress the curve of your jaw and slide over the side of your neck, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, you begin to suck his cock with fervor, your slick, parted lips firmly latched around him.

You nearly choke at the feeling of his shaft butting up against the back of your throat when he bucks his hips—you know what he wants.

His chest heaves slightly when you pull off of him, a line of spit running from your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Mitch shivers when you run a tight fist down his slippery length as you press a kiss to his inner thigh, nipping at his skin.

“You wanna fuck my mouth, Mitch?” you ask.

Mitch lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and moan. “You fuckin’ know I do, sweetheart.”

With his feet planted firmly on the floor, he uses one hand to steady himself against the table as he grips the back of your head with the other while you slide your swollen lips over his cock once more. You glance up at him to find him staring down at you, pupils blown wide with lust, and he steadily begins to push his length further inside.

“Takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs as he pulls back a bit, only to roughly plunge back in, causing you to gag slightly.

He doesn’t pause or slow down, because he knows you love this part.

He knows you love when he fucks your mouth like this—hard and fast while you’re choking on his cock, tears running down the side of your face and drool on your chin. You can take it. He knows you can.

It’s why he’s forcing your head down onto his shaft while you reach one hand under your dress to feel the arousal pooling between your legs, both of you moaning in unison as he repeatedly sinks as deep into your mouth as he possibly can.

And as his hips begin to stutter, you hold fast while his climax washes over him, swallowing down each rope of cum that he spills down your throat. When you release his spent shaft, cum dribbles along your bottom lip, and Mitch reaches out, swiping it off with his thumb and sliding the digit into your mouth for you to lick it off.

“Ready to go home now?” you ask, smiling as you lean your head against his thigh.

Mitch goes to stand, swiftly pulling you up from the floor and brushing off the front of your dress. He runs a finger under your chin, leaning in to kiss you gently.

Briefly glancing back down at the unfinished work left on the table beside you, his eyes drift back to yours, and he darts his tongue out, licking his lips as he grins. "You drive a hard bargain, honey. Let's go."

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Comments, reblogs, and/or asks are always appreciated!

» MITCH KELLER MASTERLIST

» GARRETT HEDLUND MASTERLIST

#answers from the cockpit #mitch keller #tulsa king #mitch keller x reader #mitch keller smut #garrett hedlund fanfiction #dee writes

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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your mouth yells it hates me, but your tongue screams it can't wait for me [javier peña x f!reader]

gif courtesy of @nicolethered and the quote the title is from is by Kerry E. Wagner.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader Words: 1,160 Warnings: Arguing, shit-talking, angry kissing/making out

Summary: You and Javier hate each other...at least you thought you did.

A/N: This comes from some tags I left on a gifset saying that I'd let Javier tell me off then make out with me. An anon told me that would be an interesting fic idea so...here it is.

[javier masterlist]

You watched the man in front of you stomp as he walked. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“What was that?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“I didn’t say anything,” you mumbled. “I wish you’d slow down, though.”

“I have a better idea. How about you keep up?” He turned his head forward again.

“Look, I don’t wanna be stuck with you either, but it happened. You acting like a petulant child won’t make it any better,” you said as he walked around to the driver’s side.

“Get in the fucking car,” he said.

“Don’t talk to me that way, Peña.” You were getting angrier by the minute. He slipped his aviators on and completely ignored you. “Asshole,” you mumbled. You climbed into the jeep and slammed the door shut.

“Can’t fucking believe this,” he complained under his breath.

“Sorry, I'm not your precious Murphy,” you said mockingly.

“We don’t have to talk, you know.” He gripped the steering wheel tightly. You only shrugged and stayed silent the rest of the way.

You grabbed your tac vest from the backseat and hopped out. You were usually an expert at securing your vest, but today you couldn’t get it right. You needed help. Your eyes found Javier, who was talking to another officer.

“Fuck that,” you mumbled, opting to ask a guy closer to you. Javier turned around just in time to see the man smiling at how close he was to you.

“Hey!” he called over to you. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you said before turning to the officer who helped you. “Thanks.”

You followed Javier before branching off to another entryway. It only took one nod, and you were breaking the door down. You looked left then right, signaling the other men to check the rooms.

“I’m going up,” you said, climbing the stairs cautiously.

“Wait! You—” Javier watched you bound up the stairs. “Fuck!” He followed you angrily, hoping no one was up there so he could say what he needed. By the time he got up there, you were holstering your weapon.

“All clear. Bad tip,” you said before trying to brush past him. He stopped you with a hand on the front of your vest.

“What the fuck, Peña. Get off.” You shoved his hand away.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked.

“What was what?”

“Cut the bullshit!” he yelled.

“Don’t fucking yell at me!”

“You never clear rooms on your own. Don’t do it again. You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” he shouted.

“Oh, and that would just be devastating for you, huh?” you mocked.

“If you wanna get yourself killed, fine.” He threw his hands up.

“It’s not like you care anyway,” you complained.

“Why the fuck do you do that?” he asked.

“What?”

“You always have to argue. Sometimes it’s a good idea to just shut up,” he sighed.

“Okay, so why don’t you?” you retorted.

He chuckled bitterly. “You wanna do this here? Okay. You’re a stubborn, spoiled little know-it-all brat!” Your eyebrows shot up, and he kept going. “You stress me out. You nag. And you don’t know when to shut up!”

“You piece of shit! You think everyone is just supposed to do what you tell them? You’re not the boss here, Peña, and you never will be with that arrogant asshole attitude of yours.”

He stormed up to you. “I knew you were fucking trouble from the day you walked through the door!”

“Why? Because I wouldn’t fuck you? You have a lot of nerve calling someone else trouble.”

Now you were in each other’s spaces, breathing heavily, tense, angry.

“Shut the hell up,” Javier said before kissing you. You bit his lip, and he pulled away with a hiss.

“You first.” Then you were kissing again. You both stumbled around the empty floor, angrily and wildly making out.

“Is this what it takes to get you to keep quiet?” he teased.

“Is this what it takes to get you to be nice to me?” you retorted.

You both were smirking now then your back hit a wall. Javier tucked a finger under your chin, ensuring your eyes stayed on him. It was almost too intense—looking into his coffee-brown eyes.

“Is this one of your interrogation tactics?” you asked.

He shook his head, trying to hold back a chuckle. “Still talking?”

You shrugged. “Why’d you kiss me?”

“Because…every time you pout…your lips…they just….”

“Oh, is Javier Peña finally at a loss for words?”

“I think you took ‘em when you kissed me,” he joked.

“When I kissed you? You kissed me!” you argued.

“Arguing again,” he chuckled before kissing you softly. “I may have kissed you, but you kissed me back.”

This time when you tried to argue, nothing came out.

“Hm,” he grunted before backing away from you. And just in time because an officer ran upstairs to check on you both. “We’re good!” Javier shouted to the man.

“We heard yelling and…” the man started.

“Just a little…disagreement.” Javier looked at you with a smirk. “Right?”

“R-right,” you stammered. “We’ll be down in a minute.” You pushed yourself off the wall and walked past Javier to the stairs.

“Wait.” He grabbed your arm gently.

“Did you…feel anything?” he asked.

“Feel anything?”

“When we kissed. Something electric?”

Truth be told, those few kisses had you feeling many things. “Maybe a little. I might need to test it out again.”

“Fucking tease,” he scoffed. He followed you down the stairs and moved closer to you so no one else could hear. ��I’m gonna kiss the brat right outta you.”

“And I’ll kiss the jerk right out of you.”

“You promise?” he asked as he got into the jeep.

“I promise.”

The tension had lifted during the drive back to the station. And you noticed that you both rested your hands on the center console and let your pinkies touch repeatedly. It was a silent gesture—one that had you smiling to yourself.

When you returned, neither of you wanted to get out of the car. You knew that you both had to slip back into character. Everyone knew you two hated each other.

“So,” Javier sighed.

“So…” You steeled yourself in preparation.

“I think we should see each other outside of work,” he said, taking you by surprise.

“Okay, but what if someone finds out?”

He shrugged. “Then they find out.” Before you came up with another argument, he put his finger to your lips. “No arguing.”

You kissed his finger, and he pulled it away with a smile. “Fine. No arguing.”

You finally got out of the car and tried to get yourself back in character. The rest of the day was hard.

Before you left, you found a note on your desk scribbled in handwriting you knew all too well...

Dinner tomorrow?

You looked over at Javier’s desk; his eyes were already on you. You nodded once and slipped the note into your pocket.

#javier peña #narcos #mine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #headcanon

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ycmalholidayexchange · 8 months

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❄️🎁❄️You Could Make a Life Holiday Fanwork Exchange 2023❄️🎁❄️

Hello!

Tell your friends, your family, your coworkers: Hockey is coming back (soon-ish), and so is the greatest of fandom traditions. Whether you're old or new here, welcome to You Could Make a Life Holiday Fanwork Exchange.

Once again, Ana and Pyry are working together to organise the event. We hope to see you all participate!

The format will be the same as years prior:

❄️What is this?

Just a pretty normal and chill fandom exchange to celebrate the holidays. In short, you create something for another fan and get something in return!

Anyone in the You Could Make a Life fandom can participate. You can check the wrap-up posts for 2019, 2020, and 2022, or check this blog's latest posts in 2021 if you want to have an idea of what people have previously created.

❄️What can I make/get?

The idea is to:

write fic of at least 1000 words; or

make 1 piece of fanart; or

make 1 playlist of at least 11 songs with a cover; or

make 1 gifset; or

create a short video edit (minimum 30 seconds); or

one complete and edited podfic of a text that is originally at least 1000 words;

one complete and edited podfic of at least 10 minutes.

You can specify whether you prefer fic and/or art when you sign up!

❄️ Why did you add videos and podfic as fanworks?

We have noticed a resurgence of the fanvid as a form of fanwork in recent years (due to fandom's shift to platforms such as Twitter, Instagram or Tiktok). We want this event to be open to as many people as possible, so we thought maybe there are some ycmal fans who are also great video editors! We still haven't received any video submissions, but this may be the year!

Podfic was a request last year and we think it worked pretty well, so it's coming back.

❄️What am I allowed to create/request?

Any pairing, theme and rating are allowed. However, since this universe is huge, please be flexible and include as many things you like as possible in the request and the offer. If you are only willing to receive an Owen/Jake time-travelling farmers AU, we may not be able to find you a suitable match! We may contact you if, for any reason, it’s impossible for us to find a match for you and we need you to think of more options.

❄️I don't understand podfic, tell me more.

It means somebody will record an audio version of a fic. If you are interested in receiving a podfic, you will be able to add links to works you'd like to have in that format (please make sure the author allows for this type of transformative work), or you could request any of your own fics.

❄️Timeline

Sign-ups are open now and end on October 4th 3pm EST.

After that, we will start matching people and you will be notified as soon as possible of the person you have been assigned.

By November 30th, we will be emailing you to confirm that you are still participating. If for some reason you cannot participate any more, please notify us as soon as possible, so that we can make sure we find a pinch-hitter.

The works will be posted between December 15th and 31st, in whatever platform best suits your work. Please make sure you inform us (tagging this blog, for instance, or via ask box/email) and the recipient. Everything will be shared in this blog.

❄️Ok this sounds cool, how do I sign up?

Just fill in this form! Please read the sections carefully since we have changed some wording/formatting things. And don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions or comments :)

Thanks!

-Pyry & Ana

#ycmal #youcouldmakealife #ycmal verse #ycmal holiday exchange #ycmal fandom

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buckhelped · 22 days

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Things I have noticed and learnt about buddie in the past 72 hours about Buck x Eddie from tumblr and youtube

these two guys are friends and Bucky hangs out an abnormally lot of time with Eddie (almost like he's got a little crush on him you could say)

Buck (Not Bucky) is a ladies man (or is written as such) and he has a close relationship with Eddie's son Christopher (who has cerebral palsey) - Eddie has willed it that he ever passes Christopher will be under his guardianship.

Up until now half the pairing of buck/eddie was straight and now Buck is bi so there's a bit of a chance that buck/eddie will be canon, but it's going to be a bit of a wait

Buck is kind of Deancoded in some senses (also I really would love now that Jensen Ackles and Oliver Stark are in something together where they play lovers, I feel like this would be good).

Eddie might be deancoded? but he's like Buck except without the repressed feelings???

This is all what I've gathered so far.

lol this was a delight to see in my inbox this morning and it's mostly correct. the big thing is the idea that mr. i-don't-panic-it's-not-repression-just-moving-forward is less repressed than buck

allow me to direct you simply to this gifset by the lovely and talented @eddiediaaz. eddie's working on it but repression and his unpacking it are a huge part of his character and journey. and the show hasn't yet broached how that might be at play with his sexuality or potential feelings for a certain someone but girlie's about to obliviously crash a date his boybestfriend is on with another man so. we'll see how that plays out

on that note it seems based on your third point that you were under the impression that eddie was already canonically queer which. see above. so sadly 100% of buddie was presumed straight until thursday. but it's been explicitly stated at the very least by oliver (and maybe also the showrunner but i'm not sure - other people pay better attention to these things than me) that they saw all the potential seeds of bi buck and all the talk about it online and decided to (and crucially were finally able to at abc) just run with it. and there are PLENTY of queer eddie seeds so. as for canon buddie i'm pretty much completely convinced it's happening at this point. whether it's in conjunction with an eddie sexuality journey or after it is my biggest question right now

and you're definitely not the first person to clock buck as deancoded lol but i'm not sure how i would feel about jensen and oliver playing lovers because i just don't think i could separate them from their dean and buck and the thought of that crossover is breaking my brain aksdjfkdj

anyways one of the most fun things about this development has been the reactions from people outside the fandom so thank you for sending me yours!! 🩷💜💙

#bon answers #anniemurphy #buddie

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flownwrong · 4 months

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my top 5 things from 2023

a little late to the party, but @preseriesdean had this wonderful idea of sharing your fave creations from the past year and i wanna try!

here they are:

and you shall receive: a little due south thing written in a moment of delirious inspiration that somehow made me feel more confident as a writer than i ever have before

a hard core logo gifset: i've been trying out giffing for a couple months now and i really am proud of this one, visually and conceptually!

neubauten intro doc: something i initially made for a couple friends who wanted to know what i've been losing my mind over. i'm planning to go over it and make it better since i was very new to EN when i did it, but it was a labour of love!

perpetuum mobile: a due south seekrit santa treat and my first not-flashfic in a while haha. really very pleased with how it turned out!

another HCL gifset! would you believe it! i simply must look at completely destroyed ckr at least once a week to stay sane, and you should try it too

so here i am, celebrating myself for a minute. i think despite not being very productive i actually did a lot of groundwork for building up my confidence and that counts for something.

if you see this, do it too! it's nice!

#fandom #my writing #itsmegiffing #ende neu #due south #hard core logo #c6d

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apparently-artless · 17 days

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oh my god WAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH ART!!!! the gifset is SO so so beautiful you have no idea!!!!!!!!! i cannot stop watching it over and over again. the colours are absolutely perfect, and the gif transitions are so smooth!!!!!! i'm so so happy aaaaa i can't believe something so beautiful was made for my request 😭😭😭 i really appreciate it, thank you soo much!!!! the bokuyaba fandom is truly lucky to have you in it, your edits are always so spectacular and i always enjoy looking at them. im so glad you had fun making it too!!!! thanks a million and i hope you have a wonderful day, week, month and year <333 !!!!!!!! 💛💛💛

hi, willow!! thank you so much for sending me another message to let me know of your thoughts!! this message really made me happy. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

i also noticed that you pinned my post on your blog, i was practically blushing when i saw the label on top. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

in all honesty, i was very aware of the scene that you were referring to when i saw your request. i was also thinking of making a set for that scene but it got buried in all the current series i am watching. the scene itself was already beautiful and to be honest i am not good at scenes with sunset gradient. and i guess that's another reason why i didn't made this set until you requested it. and so i took it both as a challenge and an opportunity. who knows, i might end up gif-baiting other people to watch it?? lol

and yes!! i did have fun making the set. i had to combine some gradients with different blending modes and i had to manipulate the level adjustment layer a lot for each gif. i was very concerned that i might end up ruining an already beautiful scene so i tried not to deviate too much from the original colors but at the same time still incorporate my own coloring style.

i hope you don't mind me putting the comparison of the original vs my coloring. this is just to show you how much i had fun making this edit. i am also very satisfied with the result if i do say so myself. hehehe. ^^

anyways, it doesn't matter if other people don't appreciate it as long as the person who requested the set liked it, is what i thought. so i'm very happy when i saw your message and your tags in the post when you reblogged it.

bokuyaba is a dark horse anime series for me. it's something i watched simply because i wanted to explore different genre every season. i was thinking of dropping it after 1-2 episodes but i'm glad that i didn't. i am not an avid fan of romance, especially if the main characters are young but this series has something special to offer. it's one of my favourite romance anime now with school setting.

SO TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO DROPPED THIS ANIME, GIVE IT A TRY AGAIN. AND THEN SCREAM AT ME IN MY INBOX FOR WASTING YOUR TIME IF YOU STILL WOULD NOT LIKE IT AFTER WATCHING AT LEAST THE FIRST SEASON. XD

#art answers #reply #boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu #bokuyaba #artsrecs #sorry for the long reply ^^#it's the first time i am interacting to someone here on tumblr who loves bokuyaba as well

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hiiiii that's me again about your choose your character gifset that is just amazing, like again looking at it, i just- WOW that had to be A LOT of work, and it's great 👀 but what i'm especially curious is that effect in the first gif with the moving cursor selecting characters and them getting highlighted (tbh looking at it with less sleepy brain i probably get some idea of what's happening here but still) 👁️👄👁️

hi hi!!! thank u sm it really was a lot of work akhkdkd

so for reference i'll explain how i made this gif

from this gifset

tutorial under the cut!

okay so!!!

i'm gonna explain it in as much detail as possible so anyone can try and follow it! (also maybe this isn't the easiest way to do it but this is just how i did it)

the cursor

for the cursor i used keyframes! everything i know abt that i learned from this tutorial (feel free to follow my sideblog @dreamyslibrary where i store my giffing resources) but since that is abt panning entire gifs i'll explain anyways

so u're gonna get a little cursor picture and place it on ur gif wherever u want ur starting point to be. then u move the playhead (the blue thingy on the timeline. i didn't know what it was called either until 30 seconds ago) to wherever in the gif u want to start ur motion

when u click on the little arrow to the left of the name of the group u get this. once u've positioned ur playhead where u want ur motion starting point to be u'll click on the little stopwatch next to transform

now u have an active keyframe. which just means that it has saved the cursor's current position as the starting point. then u can move the playhead to the point where u want ur motion to be done, then u'll move ur object (in my case the cursor) to its end point in the gif. photoshop will automatically create a second keyframe for the end point.

u can move the keyframes around on the timeline to adjust if u want!

important note: photoshop won't follow the movement u do, it'll save the starting point and the end point and move ur object between them in a straight line in the time frame between the two keyframes. from what i've gathered at least

so this is what i ended up with in my gif:

the first movement goes up to arm, then there's a pause and then the second movement goes down to macau and pause again!

now!

the highlighting

so behind all the small gifs is a white rectangle (no stroke, fill 15%) lined up with the top of the gifs and longer so it peeks out at the bottom. for everyone except arm and macau i added an outer glow to the rectangles here are my settings for that:

now for arm and macau i did this:

going from the bottom the first layer is a white rectangle like i described before but without an outer glow. the second one is another rectangle with the fill on 0% and an outer glow with a fadeout that starts once the cursor touches macau

transition effects like fade-ins and -outs can be found at the little square next to the scissors. i would show a screenshot of that little screen but it won't let me. u click on ur effect and then drag it onto ur object on the timeline. a fade at the beginning is a fade-in, at the end it's a fade-out. u can adjust the length of the effect when u click on it and then just drag it around like u would with any other object

the third layer is the same as the second one but with a white outer glow:

this is what i looks like for arm:

so there is a black outer glow which then fades out while the white outer glow fades in, as the cursor moves off it fades out again and the black outer glow fades in again

could you just fade the white outer glow in and out over the black one? maybe but i didn't do that

i hope this makes sense? if not feel free to send me another ask or dm me 🫶

#i really hope this makes sense akvkdkkcsksk #but !!! here u go 🫶#asks

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aenslem · 7 months

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Hi! For the ask game, I'd love to hear you talk about Spones 🥰

you just give me the chance to yell about spones and i will

when I started shipping it if I did: i don't really remember the exact moment, i was 7 when i was watching it and shipping was not something that interests 7 yo mind, but they were my favorites and i think i just slowly started liking the idea of them being together while growing up, you know you become aware of sex and you start having desires and do not close your eyes with 'ew' when grown ups kiss, so you project those desires on couples on tv and imagine them doing it all. They were always there in the background of my mind even when i was not rewatching tos, i only could do it when it was on tv cos we did not have internet nor pc :/ i think it came back with full force when i finally got pc and could use internet and also reboot was in process back in that time :3 they were always with me i guess

my thoughts: i could go miles here, but im trying to finish that spones gifset right now and im just rewatching those tiny moments with them that we have and i absolutely love their relationship. i think i write something about them almost every day posting screnshots or gifs and why i love it. in general they are just the type of couple that i think formed my interest in any other couple i loved after. two people so different and yet so much alike <3 all the bickering and arguing and fighting and yet so much respect for each other. and just putting your life at risk so another one does not, and both are ready to sacrifice themselves for one another, either that or die trying to save them. it would be logical to leave bones in all our yesterdays, so at least one of them has the chance to survive, but nope, spock won't let that happen, they gO TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL! he was not sure either of them survives like that but he won't leave mccoy behind, he will die trying to save him and at least they will be together facing whatever comes next. you can see how spock immediately changes his expression once mccoy suggests to send a shuttlecraft in the immunity syndrome, and then went on and on how he is more qualified to go and die saving everyone. and I think spock would come to the same idea sending shuttlecraft, but he also would not let mccoy go and sacrifice himself the moment bones suggests it. and my god 'good luck spock' that entire scene is like my favorite thing ever, it makes me go insane every time i rewatch it. and how bones won't let spock sacrifice himself in the empath, the entire episode is just... look, obviously i can write more, but in short (lmao) they are the one and only, the ultimate ship, ship of all ships!

What makes me happy about them: look above, that what makes me happy about them, how they are willing to die for one another :D i know how to enjoy things, yep. what makes me happy about them is that while they are idiots who cannot see the affection to each other, we, as an audience can see all of it and have fun pointing out all the moments they are idiots with no idea how to communicate. i mean they will argue about something even if they both agree on the same thing :D i think it was not always 'enjoying the fight' between them, but by the end of tos they definitely were into 'fighting' with each other cos it's their fun time, they both enjoy it. they just don't know how to show they care about each other, unless it's a 'sacrifice yourself again' situation.

What makes me sad about them: in the search for spock and after they did not really explore aftermath of mccoy having spock's katra and then giving it back, sacrificing his life once again, cos that's what they do in their free time as a hobby i guess. like, he literally carried spock's soul, they were one, and i just needed more angst :D

things done in fanfic that annoys me: oh, OOOOH! finally a time i can talk about it. In so many fics bones is not even a person but a possession of spock. like i literally read a few fics where spock in his amok time... um, rapes mccoy and then they cannot undo the mindmeld thing and they are now forever linked and that means they are married and that means bones has to be spocks wife and the entire world around them in fic is like 'well, that's how vulcans are, deal with it, you will love him by the end' ???? and you know what? by the end bones has to just deal with it by accepting the terms and he is in love with spock after. like, okay, few fics i read were not long, but there is that one writer i can recognize by description alone, and while i respect the work they do, like 50+k fics??amazing, but i read two of their works and in both bones is abused and has to fucking agree with the new terms in his life that he is somebody's possession, and it's not like he realizes his love for spock slowly, but he is forced to love spock, so it does not look like it's his decision at all. and i see these bits here and there in other fanfiction works... but i can live with it, cos i read so much yaoi manga in my life and every single one of them started the same, but i still hate it :D apart from that i actually loved the writing style of that specific writer with 50k fics, i just disliked that by the end the premise was that you just have to be with your abuser and love him because that's how the world around you works. i have jack and daniel fanfiction war flashbacks right now, i guess i was ranting about it back then as well :D

things I look for in fanfic: ooooh, like everything i wrote above? like these idiots need to be locked in one room so they either talk or fuck finally. i love fanfics where are lots of dialogues and exploration of feelings, i love 'first time fics' because that's when you realize you have feelings for somebody and you freak out because you both think you hate each other, miscommunications my beloved :D and if they have sex by the end and it's nc17 it's a plus, but not something i specifically look for right now :D but i really love when they are both equals by the end of the fic, and there are no weird vulcan rules which say that bones is just spock's lil fucktoy from now on

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: christine with spock, like i love them, but also kirk, for both i guess. i mean they can end up with anyone there and it's ok with me.

My happily ever after for them: canon aside they lived together and argued till death in their little home in georgia because that's where bones wanted to go in the end. oh fuck im sad now TuT i also want them to continue work together and sometimes do researches together until they get to the point when they are old enough to retire.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: both

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: doing researches, working together in lab, maybe mccoy teaching spock some games like poker, or just sitting quite while bones reads something and spock reads his own book or whatever, or he just meditates there. and they go without a word for hours just enjoying the presence of one another, sometimes spock would make tea without a word, he knows how mccoy loves his tea and he just brings him it, and without word they continue doing whatever they were doing. or spock teaching mccoy how to cook some vulcan food.

from this ask game

#ask #ask game #now... that's a long thing to read :D #i only made 7 gifs so far and prepared caps for other gifs #ugh and it does not look the way i wanted it :/#but my god if i remake it now

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sidekick-hero · 2 years

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"What is Mordor?"

So, @lengthofropes posted another gorgeous steddie gifset and I loved the idea so much, I had to run with it. Inspired by this post. (steddie, 2.5k, slightly nsfw)

„So now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart.” Eddie doesn’t know her all that well, but he gets the feeling that the tone of sarcasm she is aiming for falls somewhat flat, the words not even close to carrying the necessary bite for it. She sounds rather tired, done. It’s been a long day for all of them.

Robin still seems to take her remark somewhat seriously. At least enough to add “If he even has a heart.” Which Eddie is doubting very much. If Vecna has a heart, it must be black and shriveled up like a prune. Ebenezer Scrouge in really fucking ugly.

Steve, bless his heart, gives his best to impersonate a golden retriever with his confused head-tilt and this goddamn yellow sweater, which looks so soft. Eddie’s hands itch with the urge to touch, to pet. Maybe even call him a good boy, Jesus Christ. He never had a thing for cluelessness before, but despite Eddies best efforts to not let it get to him, Steve Harrington is pushing buttons he didn’t even know he had. “A stake? Like a vamp? Is he a vampire?” Eddie wants to smack himself – or Steve – in the face. Good thing you’re pretty, Harrington.

Red must think the same, given the annoyed look she is shooting Steve. “It was a metaphor.” The Duh goes unspoken but very much heard. Eddie likes her.

“Bullets must work on him, right?” Even though he does not have much experience with killing – contrary to popular belief – he is pretty sure bullets are a bulletproof way to do so. Pun definitely intended.

Well, Lucas also has a point, when he suggests just chopping the bastard’s head off. Eddie likes the idea. Usually, he is not big on violence. Too many times he had been the punching bag. But for what he did to Chrissy, Vecna deserves to suffer. Pity Wheeler must choose this moment to come around with her stupid logic. What a killjoy.

“Yeah, I’d say all of the above, but we can’t do any of that ‘til we find a way into the Upside Down.”

Apparently, everything would be so much easier if they had the magical girl with her superpowers here. At which point his life had become a fucking Marvel Comic he can’t really say but he honestly regrets all the life choices that led him there. As much as he loves fantastical stories and adventures, he very much prefers them to stay in the make-believe realm of things, thank you very much. Also, what is up with Henderson, pacing like a caged animal? “Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” Aiming the question at Steve, who is something like the closest thing to a Henderson expert he could find at short notice.

Steve looks slightly surprised at the thinly veiled worry in his voice. “Cursed? No, no. No. He’s fine.” And here he is, Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Being reassured about the well-being of one of the little shrimps he had taken under his wings by no other than King Steve himself. He wonders, not for the first time, how much stranger things could become. Steve carries on. “Mental? Absolutely.”

As if to prove him right, Dustin chooses exactly that moment to yell a resounding “BOOM!” that has them all turn around to him in shock. He then starts to spurt some semi-scientific spiels about compasses and magnetic fields and power sources. Eddie does not really try to keep up, had learned that Dustin enjoyed feeling superior and explaining things to them in a rather annoying know-it-all tone way too much anyway. What he does get is that Henderson has found a way to the Upside Down. The demonic underworld. Oh joy. And he wants them all to follow him there. Steve is not a fan of the idea, which is not so much a surprise in itself. His reasoning, however, somewhat is. “Hey, hey, hey, hey! Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods!” If Eddie didn’t know better, he’d say Harrington cares about his safety? Nah.

Dustin at least is convinced that killing Vecna is the key to saving both him and Max. And so, it is on Eddie to decide. Shit. “What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Smart little fucker, using the nickname to drive home what is at stake for Eddie here. And now everyone is staring at him. It really is on him. Whatever he says would decide their next steps. He has no idea how the others do it, how Harrington does it, because, according to Dustin he is usually the one running head-first into danger. They should ask him, not Eddie. He is no Aragorn, no Frodo. Certainly, no Samwise, the pilar of strength his friends need to fulfill their life-threatening mission. And yet, he knows what he must do.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea.” Steve is looking at him, nodding encouragement in his direction. Eddie does not know why, if he doesn’t want all of them to go, or if he specifically doesn’t want Eddie to go but either way it is too late. Eddie had made up his mind. “But, uh, the Shire… the Shire is burning.” And with that he gets up from his crouch. “So, Mordor it is.”

Everyone seems to take this in stride, Dustin jumping up and down like they were heading for a great and fun adventure and not to their almost certain deaths. Well, everyone except Harrington, who does not look happy. At all. When Eddie looks him in the eyes, they clear a bit and the confused retriever-look returns. "What is Mordor?"

Was this guy for real? How is someone like Steve friends with a nerd like Henderson? Eddie’s sure he’s missing something here. “Jesus, Harrington.” He couldn’t help the disbelieve in his voice. “Didn’t you read Lord of the Rings in high school?” And maybe it’s mean of him to make it sound like Steve was a total idiot for not knowing lord of the rings but how often has someone like Eddie the chance to have one up on the most popular guy in Hawkins? He should have known it couldn’t last.

“Uh, no, I had sex in high school.”

Game, set and match. Because what is he supposed to say to that? Good for you? I know, I heard all about it? You’d still know what Mordor is if you had had sex with me? So, he says nothing, just gives Harrington a long, heavy look before purposefully striding over to Henderson, who is leading the way to their – he might have already mentioned it – almost certain death. And if he is thinking about Steve and sex and Steve having sex, then that is his business and his alone.

2 months later

They had not walked to their certain death. Well, Eddie had come pretty close, true. Too close for comfort, actually. But I told you so does not seem such an important thing to tell everyone when he is just glad to be alive and in one – if badly scared – piece. Something he has to thank Steve Harrington for. Harrington, who had carried his dying body back into their dimension and driven him to the hospital like the devil himself had been on his heels. Eddie does not remember much and thank God for that. But he remembers whiskey-colored eyes staring into his, begging him to stay, please with a look of such utter despair that Eddie was not sure if his lungs had not collapsed because breathing had been somewhat impossible then. He had blacked out mere seconds later.

They had managed to put him back together and to clear his name. They being some non-descript government puppets. He doesn’t really care one way or another. What he does care about is that everyone has made it out more or less okay. Red and him had taken the brunt of it, with Max having several broken bones and some severe damage to her eyesight. The doctors are still not sure whether her sight will ever be the same as before. But they are alive and awake and out of the hospital. That has to count for something.

What Eddie also cares about is that Steve “The Hair” Harrington has visited him every single day during his six week stay at the hospital. Sometimes he would come in the early morning before his shift at the Family Video store – still standing but mostly out of business while most of the city was still dealing with the aftermath of Vecna’s defeat. Other days, he would sneak in at night, Like a ninja, I told ya, and sit at Eddie’s bedside until Eddie could no longer fight the need for sleep. Steve would be gone when Eddie woke up, but the air would still carry his scent. Sandalwood and something earthy. It was the only proof that these nightly visits really happened, and on his not-so-good days Eddie would still doubt they were real sometimes.

The same way he would still doubt that Steve Harrington, wet dream of a considerable number of this city’s citizens, really did kiss him on the day he was finally allowed to leave the hospital. And that the same Steve Harrington had kissed him again when he had helped Eddie settle into the new trailer that he and his uncle had been issued by said government puppets. And then again the next morning, when they’d woken up together in Eddie’s bed, on his still stain-free-mattress, limbs tangled together, and morning breath forgotten.

Eddie wonders if he had in fact died that day in the Upside Down and this is the afterlife. Not necessarily what he would have expected. Nicer, in a way. Steve is really good at kissing, his lips so, so soft. And those noises. They are what makes him believe that this must be real – no way his brain could come up with something so sweet, so delicious as those noises Steve makes in the back of his throat or deep in his chest whenever Eddie so much as touches him in a certain way.

Like he’s doing just now, fingertips dancing over Steve’s throat; no real pressure behind them, more like an afterthought then any real intent. Still, the keening sound that leaves Steve’s lips is enough for Eddie to lose the script for a while, fingers pressing down firmer before his lips follows them.

He can’t help himself but use some teeth at the delicate skin over Steve’s Adam’s apple. Steve almost throws him off the bed as his hips shoot up, seeking pressure. His hands bury themselves in Eddie’s hair, his grip almost painful but oh so good. Eddie grins against his skin. “Someone likes a bit of pain with their pleasure, huh?”

Steve glares at him. “Shut up, Munson.” The effect is somewhat ruined when he honest to god whimpers as Eddie presses a hand to his groin, which jumps eagerly against his hand like a golden retriever greeting their Master. Such a good boy, he marvels.

“I don’t know if I like your tone, Stevie. You should be nicer to me if you want me to take care of this.” He grinds his hand down against Steve’s erection. Another one of these desperate noises.

“Please, Eddie, I’ll be good, I will be so good – just, please, please – “. More please spill from his lips as Eddie slithers down his body until his face is level with the considerable bulge in Steve’s jeans. He takes a second to press his whole face against it, relishing in the way Steve trashes and sobs and pleads with him to do something. Oh, I will do something, Stevie boy, he thinks.

His fingers work open the button of Steve’s jeans before his eyes find Steve’s. They shine wetly and his look is a bit wild, but the smile he gifts Eddie when their eyes meet is softer than it has any right to be. Eddie is almost sorry about what he is about to do. Almost.

He uses his teeth to draw down the zipper, never breaking eye contact. Steve’s head drops back onto the pillow as he lets out a soft, disbelieving Fuuuck. Eddie’s chuckle is quiet, almost inaudible. He’s so tempted to just go to town on Steve, make him see stars and hear him fall apart on his hands and mouth. But Eddie still has a score to settle.

Eddie takes Steve out, holding the length in hand and just looks at it for a moment. He sincerely hopes he gets another chance to play with it soon. He leans closer, lips almost touching the shiny wet head. Above him, Steve is holding his breath in anticipation, body unnaturally still as he waits for Eddie’s lips to close around him, to take him into the wet heat.

“You know, I just remembered I never really answered your question.” Eddie is so close to Steve’s raging hard on that when his breath hits it, it slightly jumps in his hand. He looks up at Steve, who gives him his best albeit slightly frustrated golden retriever look. “What question?” he asks when it becomes clear that Eddie is not planning on getting on with it sometime soon.

“You asked what Mordor is, silly. And I never explained it to you – which was rather neglectful of me, just leaving a curious mind in the dark like that. I hope you can forgive this rude behavior; it had been a long week, you know?” Steve stares at him with wide, unbelieving his eyes before dropping them down to where Eddie was still holding his neglected erection. “Anyway, Mordor. It’s actually a place, a bad place, hence the comparison to the Upside Down, and – “.

And so, Eddie starts to explain about Sauron and Isildur and the Rings of Power. He talks about Smeagol and Bilbo and Gandalf, his face never leaving Steve’s lap and his eyes never leaving Steve’s. Who is still staring at him, mouth slightly agape in utter disbelieve that this was really happening. After five minutes or so Steve utters “You got to be kidding me. Are you serious right now, dude?” and pushes his hips more firmly in Eddie’s direction. But Eddie would not let himself be deterred. He caries on, talks about the fellowship and elves until Steve has enough.

He grabs Eddie by his upper arms and hauls him upwards before flipping them, effectively pinning Eddie underneath him. Before Eddie even has a chance to come back from the shock, he has Steve’s tongue in mouth. The kiss is demanding, rough. Almost aggressive. The slight smile against his lips however is not. Between one stroke of his tongue and the next, Steve breathes into his mouth “I had that one coming, hadn’t I?”

#steddie #stranger things #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfiction

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beingatoaster · 2 years

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In order: P, Y, P, F, P, P

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*squints* I think I see what you're doing here.... TBH this was a little delayed just because when I think of a random AU I tend to throw it onto Tumblr immediately, so I had to wait until new ones occurred to me. XD;;

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Eula and Jean, role reversal. Not their backstories or families, but their positions in the Knights--possibly this AU is kicked off by some Lawrences conspiring with Eroch and Eula catching wind of it, and so she goes to Varka about the time he’s looking for someone to assign the investigation, and he sees it as a way to demonstrate her loyalty to Mondstadt. So she successfully roots out Eroch and his supporters and becomes Master of Knights, while Jean takes the captaincy of the Reconnaissance Company when it goes empty because someone has to do it, and then Varka assigns Eula as Acting Grand Master when he leaves. And while the Eroch investigation shored up Eula’s bona fides within the Knights, she’s still facing a lot of the resistance from Mondstadt’s civilian populace--that’s what’s interesting to me about this--and so the pressure the Fatui are exerting about the Knights not handling Dvalin at the start of the game is turned up so much higher.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

Right now, probably the big ones are The Locked Tomb (glad folks are having fun! this one is especially fascinating to follow from the outside, so to speak, because I was a megafan of the author's Homestuck fanfic) and various Dimension 20 games? The Witcher was another big one for a while. And there's one person on my dash who's keeping me updated on the What We Do In The Shadows TV show entirely via gifsets.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Inspired by spoilers for Ballads and Brews: Andrius adopts Rosaria along with Razor, so she’s even more his brother. XD I’m thinking the bandits who took her from her village stumble into Wolvendom and run afoul of the wolves, and so Andrius ends up with two feral children at once. TBH given Rosaria’s existing Vision story, if the bandits run into the wolves when she’s very young she can easily just share Razor’s--the pack dies trying to save both of them from an Abyss mage, she still loses a quasi-parental figure in whichever were the parent wolves--or if they run into them much later, her bandit not-really-father dies defending her from the wolves.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

If primarily roleplaying OCs counts as being in a fandom, probably Dragonriders of Pern, which I've been RPing in since, uh... I first got Internet access in 1999, and I found the first RP forums probably a year after that.... Otherwise, if we're talking purely about reading/writing fic, probably Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I first read fic for shortly after it came out back in 2005, and last read fic for just last week.

No, wait, going by those standards, I was reading Star Trek novels as far back as 1995 at least, since I remember boxing some up for that move, and I was reading a Star Trek fic yesterday. XD Star Trek wins!

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

The AU, and I’m not sure if this is Ei/Sara, or Ei/Yae and Sara/Makoto, where Makoto doesn’t die. Which could go a lot of interesting ways for a lot of different characters and points of focus, but as the first sentence suggests, I am thinking about it from a Sara POV. As one of the Shogun’s foremost generals she is very aware that her Shogun seems to have two modes of being with differing behavior to fit each, and she is embarrassingly attracted to the Shogun in one of those modes, while not quite sure why the other mode does nothing for her (or why, in the other mode, she keeps getting subtle nudges encouraging her interest). Yae meanwhile is inevitably in the background laughing her ass off and sowing additional chaos.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

...The one where Lisa doesn’t give up on her research and academic drive, just on the Academiya itself, and ends up acquiring a rich patron willing to provide her with a workspace, assistants, and funding, so long as these lines of research bear certain fruit. Which is to say, Lisa as Ningguang’s secret weapon, because I just persistently love the idea of those two in the same room.

#genshin impact #fandom

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