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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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emmet or bearded cillian who is dads best friend but is also a mechanic or something and he fixes your car and u thought it would be free but he wants a specific form of payment IF U CATCH MY DRIFT and everything is dirty and grimmy and maybe against the side of the car or inside whatever you like

i love your writing so so much im yelling any time you post something new, have a good day <3

THIS IS SO EMMETT CODED OMFG IT'S PERFECT

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warnings: SMUT (18+ only!!), unspecified age gap (but everybody is an adult), semi-public sex, oral f receiving, creampie

"Well, I think she'll live," he announced with a laugh as he stood up, wiping oil-covered hands on a rag. "Just needs a new spark plug and probably a patch on the fluid exchange."

You chewed your lip as you pretended not to be a total idiot about cars. "How much is that gonna put me out for?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that too much, honey. Your dad's a good friend, we'll just call it even."

"No, Em," you sighed, stepping closer to him-- having to walk carefully so you wouldn't trip on any toolboxes left out on the garage floor. "Come on, let me at least pay for the parts or something."

He shook his head, giving you one of those smiles that melted your heart just a bit. "You've been too good to me already, sweetheart. Don't worry about me."

You felt a little awkward, realizing he was referring to how you'd helped him after his ex-wife moved out. There wasn't much you could do, of course, but you'd tried to show your support-- first by bringing some food over, first a casserole and then allegedly 'extra' cookies, even though you were a little worried he'd be offended by the possible suggestion that he couldn't cook for himself. Then, you'd given him advice on how to keep the zinnias out front alive, since their normal caretaker was too busy running away to California with her hairdresser to water them. He seemed to appreciate that, and your heart might have skipped a beat when your hands brushed against his while you were gardening together.

(Um, it was a male hairdresser, by the way. Not that it matters a whole lot...)

Maybe you would let him give you free work on your car, if you didn't happen to know that the auto shop was struggling at the moment. Sure, you figured he'd give you a deal, because that was just who he was, but you never expected to take his time and spare parts for nothing in return. "Em, please," you frowned, leaning against the hood of your car just after he'd shut it. "Let me make it up to you-- you're working so hard for me."

As his eyes fell on you, you suddenly noticed a new darkness in them; he was looking you up and down, making you shudder slightly as he leaned closer. "Jus' tryin' to take care of you, honey," he said, a little softer, and you fought the urge to bite your lip. "Can't let you drive around town in somethin' that might break down any minute."

"Well, I can't let you eat TV dinners every night," you smiled in reply. "How about I pay you back in meals, hm? You liked the chicken casserole, right?"

"Yeah, you're a good cook," he relented, "I guess I can't turn down an offer like that, can I?"

"Good," you grinned, "then I'll bring something over tonight."

"But what if I'm hungry for somethin' else?"

You got a little shaky all of a sudden, and tried not to get your hopes up-- you were probably imagining the sultry tone to his voice...

"Somethin' a little sweeter than casserole," he added, closing the space between you and lifting your chin so you would look up at him.

"...cookies?" you wondered with a weak voice, and he laughed softly.

"Don't get me wrong," he replied, "your cookies are great. But I think you know that's not what I'm talkin' about."

You didn't know how to respond to that... you weren't even sure if you supposed to respond. Apparently, he got whatever he needed just from looking into your eyes.

"Sit on the hood, honey."

He knelt in front of you as you did what you were told; he kept his eyes locked with yours as long as he could, until he started to spread your legs slowly and his gaze had to dart down under your dress.

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed heavily, making you struggle not to press your thighs together to satisfy your sudden desire for friction. "Look at those cute little panties-- can I take 'em off for you?"

"Y-yes, please," you nodded, and he gave you a little smile as he reached up under your dress to slowly-- so painfully slowly-- pull them down your thighs.

You opened your legs perhaps a bit too eagerly once he'd slipped the panties off around your shoes and stuffed them into his pocket-- yes, you'd noticed that-- and he bit his lip at the sight, pushing your dress up just enough to get a good view. "Baby," he growled, "you're just too perfect."

You thought maybe he'd ask again, like he had before he took off your panties-- maybe just because he knew you'd say yes. But he didn't: he just dove right in all of a sudden, making you gasp and moan as his tongue and lips explored all over you.

He devoured you with every lap, humming and moaning between those beautifully filthy, wet noises the whole ordeal created.

"P-please," you gasped, running your fingers through his long, wavy hair.

"Oh, honey," he groaned proudly, pulling back slightly to look up at you before delivering a gentle peck to your swollen clit. "You sound too cute when you're beggin'."

Going back in again, he sucked harder on your clit until your thighs instinctively clamped down on his head-- which didn't deter him at all, anyway. "E-Emmett, fuck, just like that--" you choked out, holding tighter to his hair, "oh fuck!"

Groaning encouragingly, he slid his tongue inside you and shut his eyes tight as you started to rock your hips on his face.

He found a pattern pretty quickly, holding you steady by your thighs so he could force every sensation on you; he teased your opening with his tongue, but focused mostly on your clit until you were shaking all over. You kept trying to tell him you were going to come, but it was obvious by how hard you struggled to put a sentence together. When you did come on his tongue, it was quieter than you expected-- a silent scream, which broke into a long, low moan when you were actually able to breathe again.

His tongue on your clit became too much all of a sudden, and your hand in his hair started to push him away. Thankfully, he did stop, and you started to slowly come back to reality.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up to face you again, starting to open his jeans quickly.

"Fuck, Em," you panted as you tried to catch your breath, blinking the blur out of your eyes to get a better view of his proud, tilted grin. "What'd you do that for?"

"Just needed to hear you scream, princess," he winked, reaching into his boxers. "And I figured I won't last long when I'm inside ya, anyway-- s'been a while..."

He pulled his cock out of his pants, instantly pressing the tip up to you and lining himself with your opening.

"And I like the idea of still being able to smell your pussy in my beard tomorrow," he added, just before he slid inside your waiting channel.

He grunted as he filled you, head falling back with a heavy sigh through his nose. "O-oh," you choked out, grabbing one of his shoulders to stay stable as he started to move.

"God, baby," he purred, "I was right-- fuck, I won't last. Sorry, but I've been waitin' too damn long..."

You wanted to tell him that you didn't care-- that you actually thought it was insanely sexy how affected he was by all this-- but when you opened your mouth, you could only moan desperately. Your previous orgasm had left your insides all sticky and sensitive, every thrust overwhelming you with tension and friction. And thank god for how wet it had made you, too, or you might have had more trouble fitting his generous girth inside you...

"Knew you'd be so good for me," he grunted, "such a good girl-- wanted you for so long, honey."

You whimpered behind a bitten lip, blinking up at him expectantly. "How long?"

He smirked a little, before leaning in to kiss your neck playfully-- teasing your pulse with the very tip of his tongue. "I shouldn't say," he mumbled.

"Please," you gasped, "god, Em-- I gotta know..."

"Before the divorce," was all he'd say, but that was enough to make you quiver inside-- you'd always wondered, hoped, that he shared your interest, but you had spent most of your time pretending you didn't have a crush on him since he was closer to your dad's age and, you know, married. At the time. "She used to get mad at me when she caught me lookin' at you," he admitted with a low chuckle that made chills run up your spine in delight. "She was jealous of how fuckin' pretty you are... how sweet you are... how good you are..."

"Emmett," you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, "Em, please, I'm so close--"

"Fuck, baby, g'na come again?" he taunted with a grin, one of his hands tightening its grip on your waist. "Go ahead, honey, give my cock a nice li'l squeeze, huh?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," you gasped. "Fuck!"

"Not too loud, sweetheart," he warned, "got another mechanic in the other garage-- don't want him hearin' you... don't want anyone hearin' those pretty sounds but me, okay, princess?"

But he found a much more reliable way to shut you up: he kissed you, hard and desperate, and you moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your whimpers of his name were almost unintelligible as he kissed you, but he clearly understood them: he fucked you harder, faster, deeper, grunting promises to come inside you and leave you dripping with his come for the rest of the night. You encouraged him as best you could while being totally speechless-- and with a whine, you came around him just before he filled you with a gruff purr of his own.

Sighing, he dropped his head onto your shoulder, running his fingers down your back through your dress to make you shiver in his arms one more time. "Beautiful," he praised under his breath, kissing softly beside your ear. "So beautiful, honey..."

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him in a lazy embrace. "You're the one that's too good to me, Em," you whispered. "When did you figure out I had a crush on you?"

"Sometime after you brought me the casserole, but before you came on my face."

#emmett a quiet place x reader #emmett a quiet place smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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a-little-unsteddie · 4 months

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stuck in your throat || 2.1

[here] || 2.2 || 2.3 || 2.4

i am almost done with writing ch 3, and that means i can publish chapter 2! woo! thanks for everyone’s patience! i’ll be posting twice a week! wed and sat :) this is a short part, but the other three parts are all *much* longer lol.

ch 1, part 1

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By the time Steve got home, it was a little after six in the evening, so he wasn’t sure if he would hear from Chrissy that night or not. Either way, he was very excited to be able to tell Robin that he got the job.

He felt a buzzing under his skin, an itch to do something productive, so he went to his bedroom and began to sort out his clothes. He immediately realized that he didn’t know how long the tour was going to be, so he pulled out his phone and added the question to his notesapp. How he went so long without asking about it was beyond him, as it seemed like a bit of information that was important.

Putting his phone down, Steve returned to his open closet and stared at his clothes in contemplation. It was at some point after this that he received a call, after he’d started filling a suitcase but before he’d even filled it half way.

Recognizing the number, Steve answered, “Hello, this is Steve speaking.”

“Hello, Steve! It’s Chrissy, how are you?” the woman on the other end responded with a cheerful tone.

“Hi, Chrissy! I’m good, how was your day?” he asked with a wince, god, he hated small talk.

“It was great, thanks for asking!” she answered. “The reason for my call is to let you know that you’ve been chosen as the best qualified candidate! I’ve already emailed you the paperwork that needs to be filled out, as well as details of the contract.”

“Oh, my god! Thank you!” Steve said, trying to act surprised, and not as though Eddie had already told him.

“I know Eddie already told you,” well, there went that, “but I still wanted to call you and let you know officially.”

“Uh, yes, he did tell me,” Steve admitted, slightly embarrassed, but pushed through.

He hated phone calls.

“That’s alright, I figured he would. Do you have any questions for me?” Chrissy asked, a clicking sound happening that Steve assumed was her fidgeting with a pen.

“I do, actually! Two.”

“Great! Hit me with ‘em.”

“How long should I pack for?” Steve asked, biting his lip nervously. He looked at the mess he had created of his room again, this time while trying to pack his suitcase.

“The second half of the tour is about two and a half months, but depending on how things go, you could be hired for a full time position while he’s not touring,” Chrissy answered easily, to which Steve hummed as he filed the information away. “We’ll also be sleeping in hotels some of the nights, so you’ll have access to laundry units in them.”

“Sweet! And, well, the second question might be a bit rude,” he confessed, leaning to rest his back against his bed.

Chrissy’s laughter echoed from the phone, “I’m sure I’ve been asked worse. What is it?”

“Do you happen to be hiring for any other reasons? My best friend, Robin, is looking for a full time job so she doesn’t have to work three part time jobs,” Steve explained, trying to be as appropriate as possible while inquiring about another job for a different person.

“Funny you should ask,” Chrissy said, sounding as though she were grinning, “a stipulation of Eddie getting a nanny is that I would hire an assistant to help with my workload for the band. I’ve only received two applicants, so I’d be more than thrilled to add a third to it. I’ll email you the listing to send to your friend.”

“Really? I honestly didn’t expect that to work,” Steve said, mildly impressed with himself.

Chrissy laughed again, “Well, I haven’t hired her yet,” she teased.

“Still, the only thing I was hesitant about was leaving her behind,” he grabbed a random shirt and started folding it to have something to fidget with. “I’m glad that there’s a chance. I’ll definitely have her send in an application.”

“Great! Any other questions?” she asked, to which Steve responded in the negative.

“Not at the moment, no.”

“I’ll get you the information of what we talked about, then, and you should be good. We’ll see you on the 17th.”

“See you on the 17th,” Steve confirmed with a wide smile. The line went dead, and he immediately checked his email for the documents she had sent before the call.

i tagged everyone who was tagged in ch 1, and anyone who requested it in the last part. lmk if i missed you, and if you want to be added, verify either in the comments, tags, messaging me, or your bio that you’re 18+. thank you <;3

@marklee-blackmore @paintsplatteredandimperfect @steddie-as-they-go @disrespectedgoatman @lingeringmirth @hyperfixated-on-stuff @swimmingbirdrunningrock @littlewildflowerkitten @sani-86 @thegingerrapunzel @adventures-in-mangaland @missingmalfoy1 @yellowdevilkitten @extra-transitional @queen-stevie @stevesbipanic @crypticcorvidinacottage @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @eyehartart @gutterflower77 @chaosgremlinmunson @goodolefashionedloverboi @fairytalesreality @dawners

#and so it begins :D #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie #omega!steve #alpha!eddie #stuck in your throat #siyt 🎤#unsteddie writing

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consistentlyamess · 6 months

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We'll see about that - Chapter 1⎮Open with me, oh, we could be honest

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pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, underage drinking, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, slowburn

A/N: I HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT WHAT I'M DOING AND I'M TERRIFIED. but I did get about 10 more likes than I expected, and I've been thinking about this story for so long, that so far it's kind of flowing out of me. so here's chapter 1!!! I probably won't be able to keep this pace up, just a heads up. *hides under a rock immediately after posting* just please bear with me while I figure out what I'm doing here, I guess. idk if it's a warning or not but english is not my first language and it's not beta-d. so. it is what it is . 'tough girl' is a very conscius nod to mizz @loveshotzz who had me on. the. floor. with AIRWIY

💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!! 💜💜💜

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You woke up with a pounding headache. Sometimes they still came. Mostly like this, in the morning, out of nowhere and it takes about two or three aspirins for them to go away.

This is the first hiccup. The last time you had a headache like this, it was about finals time back in Bloomington. You just wanted to get out, you wanted it to be over, barely slept, barely ate, so the headaches were no surprise really. Then after graduation, when you were leaving one cursed town for another, you thought you left the headaches behind as well. Which very obviously was not the case. But they passed pretty easily compared to the previous ones.

The week passed in a blur mostly. You hung out at Family Video quite a lot and when you weren’t there it was mostly just getting used to the town. The first couple of days you find a diner where you can have coffee in the morning. The second morning you run into Steve.

‘Hey, stranger, how are you doing?’ He says with a boyish smile.

‘Just getting my morning coffee, trying to show this lovely town that I’m just like them, you know, coffee, pancakes, the works.’

‘Good thinking, you would be truly terrifying otherwise.’

‘You think?’

‘Oh, absolutely! 5”6 woman with a killer smile and - and I quote - decent cooking skills? Dangerous.’ He’s flirting with you but you pretend to be oblivious.

‘Well, wait ‘till you see my reward sticker collection. The lack of teachers shows, stacked up some pretty great stars and flowers and whatnot. Those kids won’t know what hit ‘em.’

Fine, maybe not that oblivious.

‘Wow, bringing out the big guns early, huh? How does one earn those stickers? Would some A-grade guacamole do the job at a dinner party?’

‘We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.’

‘Guess so.’ You reach the coffee shop and he’s opening the door for you with a sly smile. Oh, boy.

As you get to the counter, you see that a tiny brunette is already balancing some coffees and pastries there.

‘... and I’ll also take like four of the cheese sandwiches.’ ‘Coming right up! Hey, give those pastries back, I’ll get you a bigger bag.’

‘Thanks, Al.’

You don’t miss the way Steve stiffens a little beside you.

‘Having a party Wheeler?’ He says.

‘Oh, god, you scared me.’ The tiny woman said, clutching at her chest. Her big eyes and tiny pointy nose made her look very cute.

‘You know exactly that’s for those assholes in the office.’ She says with a frown.

‘I know, you looked very cute though.’ She smiles shyly at that, looking down at her feet. Oh, boy, indeed.

‘Hi, we haven’t met before-’ you reach out trying to cut the tension.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, I was so occupied with those goddamn sandwiches.’ She shakes her head and takes your hand immediately. ‘I’m Nancy, Nancy Wheeler. You must be the new girl. Robin told me all about you. Went on a tirade actually. You’re starting in Hawkins Elementary, right?’

‘News travel a little unsettlingly fast here.’ You let out a nervous laugh. ‘But yes, that would be me.’

She glances up at Steve, who suddenly finds something very interesting on the menu above the counter. He runs a hand up his neck and squints at the menu. Subtle, Steven, really. Seamless.

‘So, she told you about the dinner on Saturday as well?’

‘A little more actually, she invited me.’ She frowned again and it made you laugh again.

‘Good! That’s exactly what I was about to do.’

‘Great! She told me she was gonna bring a pie but I’m betting my left arm she’s gonna burn it, so we’ll bring a back-up.’

‘We?’

‘Jesus, what a fun bunch we are. My boyfriend, Jonathan, is coming too. But only if it’s okay with you! He's staying for a while, finally. A little socialization we’ll do good for him.’

OH. BOY. So many alarm bells go off in your brain you can’t even count them.

‘Next!’ Al shouts out.

‘Sorry, one sec.’ You excuse yourself and you count your lucky stars that it immediately snapped you out of it. You’re not sure you could’ve contained your face.

‘Hi, Al! Can I get a black coffee to go please?’

‘If you ask this nicely, you can have anything, sweetheart. Comin’ right up! Anything else for you? The muffins are fresh.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t miss that! Please, throw one in!’ You smile sweetly and he smiles back. On another day, in another café you might have suggested something very different this guy could do with his fresh muffin but you needed this town to like you. If anything happens or if you run out of gas in the middle of the road, you need to have friends. People looking out for each other. Looking out for you. That’s what these small towns are all about, right?

‘Jesus, keep it in your pants Al.’ Steve mutters to himself and both you and Nancy raise an eyebrow.

‘Okay, I totally forgot, I have an appointment with the…’ Shit. You’re blanking. ‘... the, uh, the school counselor!’ You say a little more loudly, you’re so proud of yourself. ‘So, I’m off.’ You slap a two dollar bill on the counter and start moving toward your exit.

‘Who? Miss Kelly? Isn’t she on vacation, still?’ Nancy asks. ‘I haven’t seen her in like a week.’

‘Well, I have an appointment with someone, maybe it’s not the school counselor. I didn’t, uhm, write it down. But I’ll see you guys on Saturday, right?’ You wave your goodbye and your lungs feel less tight right away as you get out of the diner, leaving a little dumbfounded Nancy and Steve behind you. Whatever you walked in the middle of, you want no part of it. No matter how boyish his smile or homely brown his eyes are.

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Staying away proves to be way more difficult than you thought though. Robin is way too nice to say no to, and more importantly, you really like her. It also doesn't take long until you meet the other members of the party. You met Jonathan one time at the library you visited. He was with Nancy, looking for something they didn’t elaborate on. A very endearing stoner Argyle, a gloomy kid, who visited his not-a-girlfriend friend in the hospital every week, Lucas, his quippy and lovebly snappy sister Erica, a kid with the smartest mouth on him you’ve ever seen, Dustin, Will, who’s very soft spoken is really fast to become one of you favorites, not just because he’s really into art, Nancy’s broody brother Mike and of course the shy and sweet El. Or Jane. You’re not sure and nobody else seems to be either. But, hey, who were you to complain about weird nicknames? But all of that came with a lot of Steve on the side and keeping the flirting to the minimum was a real challenge. Especially ‘cause you liked it. He knew what he was doing and he was good at it. But it was impossible to miss how he softened when he saw Nancy, how something akin to hope flickered in his eyes.

It was also impossible to miss that they were hiding something. At one time Mike referred to the mall fire with air quotes and Robin immediately kicked him in the shin. Whenever Will touched his neck, everyone became tense. El kept looking around and spacing out sometimes, until Mike brought her back with a gentle tug on her hand. You’re not stupid, you pick up on these things. But you don’t ask too many questions. They’ll tell you if they want to. Or not. That’s also fine with you. Everyone has secrets and it’s not a surprise that a town like this may harbor more than one.

The second hiccup does come at the dinner though. You were nervous all day. And of course cooking and cleaning all day. You made lasagne and your favourite salad with grenadine seeds and walnuts, and some chocolate chip cookies, just to be safe. You bought wine and soda, a bunch of scented candles, you cautiously put up fairy lights, the first thing that made the place look more cozy, more yours. Your chest tightened at the thought a little. This is okay, this is your place. This is what people do when they have a place. You were just renting, of course, but the owners made it pretty clear that they’re not planning on coming back anytime soon, so they gave you the all clear on any makeover your heart desired. You didn’t know what your heart desired. Not yet anyway. You were so focused on just getting a place, any place, you would’ve taken a room in an attic without lighting. You’re a little startled by the doorbell as you get lost in your thoughts while tossing the salad.

‘Shit’ you mutter to yourself. You haven’t changed, your hair is a mess, you’re a little sweaty from all the work you’ve done and of course the table is not set yet. Great going, Peach. One hell of a first impression. Well, it wasn’t a first impression, not really, but still. The doorbell goes off again.

‘Coming!’ As you tear the door open it presents a bickering Robin and Steve.

‘... I took my eyes off of it for one second, Steve-’

‘Yeah, well the recipe clearly stated that you have to watch it very closely! Constantly!’

‘Oh, my go- Peach!’ Robin rasps as she notices you standing there. She basically throws herself in your arms. ‘I burned the pie.’ She says in a sad voice that reminds you so much of a kid who was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ‘I failed you, I’m so sorry!’ ‘Oh, honey, it’s okay! I made some chocolate chip cookies, Nancy is bringing some pie as well, we’re all good sweets, don’t you worry!’ You tell her, hugging her tightly and laying a kiss on the top of her head for good measure. ‘And next time just call me, my pies are the talk of every Thanksgiving. I can give you some tips and tricks.’

‘You’re an angel.’ Robin sighs. Above her shoulder you lock eyes with Steve for a minute. He watches the two of you with the most doughy eyes and smile you’ve seen on him so far. He waves a little and huffs out a quiet ‘hi’. You take one of your hands from the girls back and wave back to him. He keeps watching and you can’t take it. You pull Robin away, grabbing her shoulders.

‘Alright, early birds get the worm’ you clap your hands ‘which means, you guys get to help me with the finishing touches, while I go take a shower and change, because I may smell like an onion but I have so much flour and butter on me that if you put me in the oven for 20 minutes on 350º I might come back as a pie as well.’

You make them laugh with that and the little laugh that comes out of Steve makes you want to run away into the woods and scream, it's so sweet. For the love of GOD, girl, get it the fuck together. This time Robin’s prodding finger in your ribs is what snaps you out of your state.

‘You're the boss! We’re at your service, m’lady!’ she bows theatrically. ‘Band kid?’

‘Trumpet’ Steve says with a shit eating grin. Robin seems a little uncomfortable at that.

‘Figures. Band kids are always the best.’ You wink at Robin. ‘Stamina and nimble fingers. Exactly what you need in the kitchen.’ Wow, you’re staggeringly bad at this not flirting thing.

‘Well, damn. If you were recruiting I’d never even look at a swimming pool or a basketball.’ Steve counters with the beginnings of that same shit eating grin.

‘Jock?’ You ask, turning to Robin.

‘But a reformed one at that. Did some penance for his sins.’

‘By driving 12 year olds around town?’ ‘And by bringing wine and some beer to your dinner party, smartass.’ As he says it, he starts moving around you, already having rid himself of his coat and shoes. He leans close and almost whispers the last word in your ear. It makes the muscles in your neck flex. ‘So, where do you need us?’ Robin’s eyes ping-pong between the two of you so you turn around. ‘Right. Plates are in the cabinet above the sink, cutlery in that drawer, glasses are already on the counter and you have some napkins on the table already. I’ll turn myself into a human again and be right back! Don’t break anything, please, I barely have enough stuff as it is.’

Your turn to make your way to the bathroom but you still catch the sound of Robin’s swat that probably lands on Steve’s arm. They hiss something at each other, but you try not to eavesdrop more. Not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys.

By the time you make your way back, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle are all there. The letter with suspiciously narrow eyes and mellow smile. You make a mental note to ask him about that sometime. As you make your way to the table, still drying your hair with a towel, Nancy gasps.

‘Oh, my god, I love your dress!’

‘Thank you!’ You answer as you reflexively look down at yourself, before hugging her. ‘It was my mom’s in the sixties. Real flower child shit, I love it.’ The dress is almost floor length, it has a warm, orange-ish shade thanks to the thousands of tiny flowers, but it also has a dark, almost black undertone. It hugs your hips and has small buttons running up all the way on the front, top three still hanging loose, revealing some of the lace underneath.

‘Hell yeah, brochacha, I dig your style.’ You giggle at Argyle’s antiques as you hug the two boys shortly as a greeting.

‘Hey, do you have a corkscrew somewhere in here?’ Steve calls from the kitchen without turning around. ‘Uhm, that’s a good question actually. Let me check!’ You make your way to the kitchen, and plop the towel on the counter temporarily. ‘I- oh’ Steve says the moment he turns around and sees you. You’re suddenly very aware of those top three buttons. You should’ve buttoned them. ‘Wow, you, uh, you look really nice.’ He says, running a hand up and down his neck once. So, it is a nervous tick. You hope to any higher power if they're there, that you don’t blush. ‘Thanks.’ The smile you can’t hide. You know it’s there, he knows it’s there. Well, fuck. ‘So, have you checked the bottom drawer? I think that’s usually the bastard drawer.’ ‘Bastard drawer?’ He asks with furrowed brows but still not taking his eyes off of the tiny flowers. ‘My mom used to call it that. It’s the drawer you just kind of throw shit in, shit you don’t know where else to put. It's kind of rude, now that I think about it.’ You grimace to yourself as you zero in on it.

He watches you as you move toward said drawer. He likes the way the dress sways with each step you take. It’s a slow, almost magical movement of fabric in his eyes. A mix between a witch and some sort of fairy. He likes that you’re still barefoot, you look at home, even though you’ve only been here for a little more than a week. He likes the way you tuck your wet hair behind your ear as you crouch down. He likes your wet hair too, if he’s being honest with himself.

‘Uh-huh! The bastard drawer never disappoints.’ ‘Way to go flower child!’ Argyle chimes from somewhere in the living room. Steve shakes his head at that. But you can tell, he’s hiding a smile. ‘Thanks dude!’ You shout back as Steve moves towards you. You think he’s going to help you up, but then Robin storms in. ‘Hey, Peach- oh, come on, I’ll help you up.’ Something flashes in Steve’s eyes as he leans back on the counter. ‘Do you need help with anything else?’ ‘You can help me bring in the drinks if you’re up for it. The lasagne need another 10 minutes but we can have some drinks until then.’ ‘Really? Me too?’ You snort. ‘I’m not your mom, babes, of course you can.’

The evening goes well after that. You get to chatting, you talk about uni, very briefly but you mention that you had a failed relationship as well, you gush about your favourite teacher and ask them about the children of Hawkins. They tell you about the town, about how they met, how they became closer when tragedy after tragedy struck. Robin mentions clumsily that Nancy and Steve used to be a thing, which in turn makes the whole table uncomfortable. Except for Argyle, who, god bless his heart, chimes in with a ‘This lasagne is schmashing dude’. Which eases the conversation again. ‘It is really good, Peach.’ Steve emphasizes, tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips. ‘When did you learn all of this?’

‘Well, growing up it was just my mom and me. We didn’t have a perfect relationship but she loved cooking. That was really the only thing we did together. Then she had to work more, so I had to do it on my own more and then when I was uni, it was comforting to do things we used to do together.’ You shrug a little almost as a sign that you don’t know what else to say. You do that a lot, Steve notes to himself. As well as the fact that your cheeks and chest get a little pink after two glasses of wine. Just some notes. You don’t know if it’s the wine or the fact that you haven't felt this calm, since what feels like a lifetime, but this sudden openness catches you off guard. But Robin jumps to the rescue again.

‘Oh, my god, that is so sweet!’ She squeals and she grabs your hand. ‘By the way, I never asked you about how that kind of date went?’

Now she is the one with the deer caught in the headlight eyes.

‘Duuuuude, you had a date? That’s awesome! How did it go?’ Argyle joins your inquiry. ‘Oh, it was… well, we- uhm’ she gets caught off by the ring of the phone which she seems very grateful for. You? Less so. ‘Who is- sorry, I’ll go get it.’ As you get closer to the phone, on the other side of the wall, your stomach starts to knot. No one is supposed to know this number. Maybe the school. Please, god, let it be the school. As you reach for the phone, you know it’s not the school. You’re so sure it makes you nauseous. Panic crawls up your throat, your hands are shaking but you know you can’t not answer. Normal people are not afraid to answer phone calls.

‘Hello?’ You call but nobody answers. You swallow with a big gulp. ‘Hello?’ You try again, this time squeezing your eyes shut and balling your hand into a fist. And that’s when you hear it. Breathing on the other side. You panic and slap the phone back on the wall.

‘Is everything okay?’ Steve asks and you hear the slide of a chair on the floor, and you start moving further into the kitchen. ‘I- Y-eah’ you call with a crack in your voice. You take a deep breath, trying to stady yourself. ‘Just ah, a wrong number. I’ll go heat up the pie!’ You try to think about the cold metal of the Colt on your night stand. It’s okay, you’re safe here, you can protect yourself, you made sure.

You’re already leaning against the stove when he finally catches up to you.

‘Do you need help?’ ‘No, no, I got it’ you call back over your shoulder, without turning around. You crouch down in front of the oven and open it. The heat comes rushing out but it’s still not enough to warn you. You grab onto the sheet with reckless abandon and promptly burn yourself.

‘Ouw- Fuck-’ ‘Shit, are you okay?!’ Steve comes rushing towards you as you hear the muffled sound of the others fussing in the living room. ‘Shit, come on, come here.’ Now he helps you up, one hand holding your wrist, the other settling on the small of your back as he guides you to the sink. ‘We have to put some cold water on it, so it doesn’t blister.’

You can only nod. The panic of the phone call is still at the back of your throat but now the burn of your palm feels a lot more urgent, so you will your body and your mind to work together and prioritize here. As the cold water hits the burn, you hiss and Steve apologizes.

‘No, please, it’s what you’re supposed to do.’ ‘So much for the pie tips and tricks, tough girl.’ He smiles at you a little mockingly. ‘I never said anything about kitchen accidents. You got nothing on me Mugsy.’ ‘Alright-’ Before he can really get going, Robin clears her throat loudly in the kitchen door, standing with crossed arms. ‘You guys okay in here?’ ‘Yeah!’ You say, pulling your hand away from Steve as gently as you can. ‘Yeah, just burned my hand. Nothing life threatening. But I will need someone else to put the pie in the oven for me after all.’ ‘I got-’ ‘I can do it.’ ‘Really, Robin? So, I’ll have to take care of two burns?’ Steve says, turning around with his hands on his hips. ‘Oh, calm your tits mom, I can put a pie in the oven on my own you-’ ‘Both of you can shut up, I’ll put it in.’ Nancy says as she pops in and comes directly towards you and looks at your hand with a concerned look. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Guys, it’s just a sheet that was a little too hot. I’ll live.’ Nancy nods but you know that she can see that you’re still shaking. She moves to the oven and Steve takes the opening to make his way back towards you. ‘Do you have some ice? You should put some ice on it for the night.’ ‘Hey, Steven!’ Robin calls out a little too loudly and a little too sharply. And you make a mental note to send her a gift basket because now that the panic and the pain are subsiding, you really don’t want to feel his breath on your cheeks and his fingers moving your wrist so carefully, like you’re made of glass. ‘Would you be a darling and help me open a bottle of wine.’ ‘You’re a big girl, you can open a bottle of wine on your own.’ He quips back. ‘Oh, now I can do things on my own?’ ‘It’s a bottle of wine not a piping hot oven, Buckley, there is a difference.’ They continue arguing but you can’t make it out anymore under the sound of running water and Nancy and your laughter. ‘They are literal children.’ ‘It’s cute, really. I always wanted siblings.’ You confide in her. How can you not? Her blue eyes have this shade to them. A shade that sees right through you. A shade that tells you there’s no use in lying. Or hiding for that matter. ‘Are you sure, you’re okay?’ She asks, quiet, sincere. ‘Yeah, I’ll be fine. Had much worse.’ You smile at her and she doesn’t push. You’re thankful.

You almost can’t believe it but the rest of the dinner goes by without any more accidents. You guys come close when Robin wants to cut into the pie but Steve takes the knife out of her hand. Everyone wanted to help clean up but you swatted them away, insisting that you were the host and it was fine. You pack a box of leftovers for Argyle and he’s out the door. Nancy and Jonathan are the next, thanking you and even Jonathan shooting you a smile that tells you, he really did enjoy himself. By the time you close the door behind Steve and Robin, you almost forgot about the phone call. Almost. Not even a minute passes when there’s a knock at your door again. You huff out a laugh. ‘I told you, dude, that’s all the cookies I have, there’s- oh, Steve.’ You’re stopped in your tracks. ‘I- did you leave something here?’ ‘Yeah, I,uh, can you check if my wallet is on the counter, for me?’ ‘Sure, come in, I’ll be just a sec.’ You check but there’s no wallet. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t find it! Are you sure it’s not in the car, or-’ When you arrive back he’s leaning over the small dresser next to the door.

‘Oh, shoot! You know what?’ He says, feigning a realization. ‘It was in my back pocket. So forgetful sometimes. Night, tough girl!’ You’re a little confused but that doesn’t keep you from quipping back. ‘That nickname’s gonna stick, isn’t it?’ ‘Depends. Maybe I’ll think of something better.’ He says with a wink and turns on his heels.

After locking the door you glance down to the dresser. There’s a note on the block of Post-its you have there.

I’m very used to spending nights on my own in an empty house. If something spooky happens again or you need some ‘tips and tricks’ just give me a call.

There’s nobody there to see but you still feel like you have to hide your smile by trying to bite into your lower lip as you study his number.

Fucking hell. You really should’ve finished those goddamn buttons.

#steve harrington fic #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington slowburn #robin buckley #robin stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #nancy wheeler #nancy stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan stranger things #argyle stranger things #we'll see about that #WSAT #WSAT fic

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bloodgulchblog · 3 months

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Okay. Alright. Here we fucking go again.

S2E4.

I already have one spoiler I'm completely unsurprised by, let's make it more.

I survive the LAST TIME ON HALO and my increasing desire to not be doing this right now, and am rewarded with one of this show's only endearing qualities: Vannak's ongoing animal guy personality trait. He gets to feed the pigeons for 2 seconds before the explosions start.

Cut to Perez and Jimmy Rings running through the streets while Perez yells about having to get back to her family and Jimmy yells about how they're gone, Perez! (Also sorry I'm going back to calling him Jimmy Rings because I hate having to distinguish him from actual Chief and might as well do it in the most ridiculous way possible.)

Then we immediately jump to Soren and Halsey in the funbox.

Did you know that one of my least favorite things TV shows do is cliffhanger on a situation that could've been interesting, then ~subvert your expectations~ by making it completely uninteresting and resolving nothing?

Yeah.

Gold star, no notes.

Then the power goes out.

Soren just kinda leaves because the security system's off. Bye!!!

Meanwhile again, Perez is very upset for obvious reasons and has a disagreement with Jimmy about what they should be doing. Jimmy wants to go back to FLEETCOM, while Perez wants to start warning everyone to evacuate RIGHT NOW.

Perez this isn't gonna work I'm sorry.

Anyway.

Suddenly Stealth Elite.

Sorry it's so hard to get caps of these guys, I think the sfx people don't want you to look at 'em too close.

On the bright side, Halsey leaving with Soren shows they do have a chance of unlocking the comedy duo power I believed in.

Back again.

They're really trying to speedrun some shit here.

Like, this is so close to being in character (even though it isn't quite) but the problem is that they want to have this character say so much shit when the guy they have been trying so badly to emulate doesn't open up and it feels unearned/not worked up to. The problem with trying to crack open a character like the actual Master Chief is that it requires a ton of space and focus on doing that, and this project is so full of subplots and has scrapped so much of its own first season that it has even LESS time to develop enough rapport for me to not feel like I'm being hit over the head. Like I get it, I write insane shit with Chief trying to figure out how to communicate with people after he's decided he might be okay with it, but this just doesn't work for me.

This could work, but it kinda came in from the factory pre-bungled.

Anyway.

Jimmy Rings walking around this random building they're escaping through while holding a fucking axe he found is so funny to me.

Speaking of the axe, it's apparently an antique!!! And this random building is a shop belonging to a British lady and, suddenly, we are going full WWII stiff-upper-lip blitz speech.

Fuck, hold on, I need another post for full effect-

#s2 liveblogging #halo tv spoilers #paramount halo negative

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hamofjustice · 14 days

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Julinemo Week, Day 3: Study Session

(This could probably be better but this week is an exercise in just posting without being a perfectionist and I wanna go to bed, so)

The late afternoon breeze streaming through Nemona's window kept her room smelling as fresh and alive as a new adventure, as she and her favorite guest did something quite a bit less exciting: reviewing their Battle Studies homework.

Nemona was on her bed, leaving just enough space for her napping Pawmot, while Juliana and her Gardevoir were down on the plush green rug she'd picked out for Nemona the previous week (which Nemona insisted on paying for). The Battle Frontier Channel was on the big TV as familiar background noise, though Gardevoir at least seemed more interested in looking up at that than the open books.

"Uhhh… question nine… 'Which kind of Terrain protects from ailments instead of powering up attacks?'" Juliana read out.

"Oh, um… Misty Terrain! I was just thinking about that one. It might help you remember that one's different 'cause it's not called Fairy Terrain."

"Oh yeah, huh. Good point."

"It's not teeechnically correct to say it's the only one that does that, 'cause, like, Electric Terrain keeps you awake, and Misty Terrain does power up Terrain Pulse and Misty Explosion, but… I think you can safely ignore those since there's no 'none of the above' options… right?"

"Uh… nope, there's not. Wow, Mona… you know more than these books do, huh? Hehehe…"

"Heh. Nah, they're probably just tryin' to keep it simple. I've never used Misty Explosion in my life!"

"Oh. Well, I appreciate trying to keep it simple, 'cause some of these things have so many arbitrary little details to remember…"

"I know, right? I guess it's not like anybody sat down and designed 'em all elegantly like a video game, though." Nemona pointed out, before starting to tap her pencil eraser to her chin and then her temple as she looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder if Misty Explosion might be decent BECAUSE no one expects it…"

"Maybe? Mmm, I dunno…"

"I've actually gotta figure that out soon. When you get into Advanced Battle Studies like me, you'll have to--"

"IF I get into Advan--"

"WHENNN you get in, 'cause you're smart and cool and attr-- attentive, and a Champion like me, and have me helping youuu…" Nemona insisted, briefly pointing her eraser down at Juliana as if it were a threat. Pawmot kept sleeping, fully accustomed to its Trainer's volume. "… You've gotta make theme teams for all these field conditions! It's kinda fun, but… I dunno how good some of these would be. They start ya off easy with Rain, but… hmm…"

"Oh, is that what you're working on up there?"

"Eh, sorta. I've got the Psychic Terrain one for this week figured out ahead of schedule, so I'm getting started on the Misty Terrain one now."

"So you could just… not be doing homework right now, if you wanted?" Juliana prodded.

"I mean… I guess, but then I'd probably just be bored and houndin' you to go out with me. Uh, f-for battles and stuff."

"Mmm. Yeah, probably. Well… thanks for matching my pace, then."

"Always."

"Hehe… "

They both smiled at each other for a bit before getting back to work. Each of them sighed happily and gave their partner Pokemon some petting. But eventually…

"Uh… I'll be right back. Gotta use the bathroom." Juliana quietly announced.

"Mmmkay. Be my guest."

Nemona looked up from the page and gazed off into space as Juliana stepped out, but then…

"Hey, Gardevoir." she whispered.

"Devoira…?" Juliana's companion answered sleepily, turning its head up to Nemona.

"Can you… show me how Juliana feels about me?"

"Garde." the Embrace Pokemon said with a nod. It rolled its neck a bit before scooting a bit closer and reaching out to Nemona with its green hand.

"Ooh, are we gonna do a mind meld? Heh…"

Almost as soon as she took its hand, Nemona's eyes shut and brows shot up like she'd once again misread a teaspoon of Spicy Herba Mystica as a tablespoon. After a few moments, however, she seemed to become accustomed to whatever had been put in front of her mind's eye. Her expression became one of curious awe, then wholesome warmth, then giddy delight as she wiggled her feet happily behind her. She opened her eyes back up as the emotional transmission ended, needing a moment to refocus on reality. "Oh… oh man… th-thanks bud. I, uh… huh…"

"De gara, devoira."

Juliana came back into the room to find Nemona blushing and giggling, and immediately looked down at herself to try and find a reason for it, to no avail.

"Hehehehe… Hey, I think I might be moving down to the floor with you, actually." Nemona decided, picking up her book.

#julinemo #juliana pokemon #nemona pokemon #nemona #julinemoweek #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #nemonaposting #hamfiction #julinemoweek2024

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dullahandyke · 1 month

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yippee yippee yippee yippee eimear con haul!!!!

Hi. It was my birthday recently and I'm bad to shop for so instead of gifts I got money to spend at Kaizokucon. So here's a haul. Under the cut bcos I couldnt fit it nicely in one picture and I wanna ramble

ok we're gonna take it one picture at a time ^_^ the ID in the alt text explains what everything is if u just wanna see what i got without the rambling sure to come with it. links in rambling r to the artists of the fan stuff where i can find em ^_^ only one of them is a direct link to the product tho bcos some ppls shops r down and some ppl dont have all their stuff online. lemons_arent_green youre a real one

Ok the flat stuff!!! black rock shooter poster bcos i already have a figure but i liek her... badass anime girl ily.... was so so sure i saw a reigen keychain but when i went to go get one there weren't any so i got this sticker sheet instead :3 SPEAKING OF KEYCHAINS!!! yippee yippee kaguya i love you youre my special little tiempsy. yue you are a gay anime boy with a cool design. tomoyo ive always felt a kinship with you and its because im a desperate dyke. monokuma is here ig 🙄 i put him on my carabiner and hes fun to stim with. i am not immune to the sdr2 fanboying. also full disclosure ive not watched naruto (its in the spreadsheet) i just thought funko pop sasuke keychain was really really funny. my son who stares into my soul. comparatively i dont have as much to say on the badges!! luka luka fever for real girlie ily. the bandori ones were blind bags and i got himari on my first try <3<3<3<3<3<3 sorry eve i kind of dont care. 🙁 the dr girlies i kinda picked at random based on who i've been vibing w lately.

THE POKEMON DIORAMA!!!! its soooo cool, staff were setting up the trade hall so i was in there all day friday and this shop was one of the first to set up their stands and i was literally staring at it all day... so fucking awesome. the rings n the necklace r from the same shop look at them... im fucking obsessed w the catgirl necklace. literally look at her. i dont thiiink shes supposed to be a specific character but she might be. oh well. cat girl ily. aaaand the arisa stand is actually a little clip for papers n stuff!! she was also a blind box but specifically for popipa so i was gonna b happy w whoever <3

MIIIIKUUUUUU MY PRINCESS MY EVERYTHING!!!!! she was calling to me she beckoned..... shes actually rlly big irl shes the biggest figure i have, replacing my kokoro one... shes the one where i audibly said 'it was my birthday i can buy things' bcos figures spencey... she wasnt too bad actually i just like bitching. 6 euro axel for scale

BOOKS 💥💥💥 i was reading nana a while back and i dropped it but i gotta pick it up again... rlly pretty and awesome... aaaand the summer hikaru died!!! kay if youre seeing this then know you posting abt it convinced me <3 i originally got it bcos i was on door duty in a quiet area and didnt wanna spend my time draining battery life on my phone but after i bought it i realised that that was literally a terrible idea so <3 we'll get around to them soon

FINALLLYYYYYY TSHIRTS!!! the top yellow one was my staff t-shirt, it has 'staff' on the back i was wearing it all weekend and yippee i love it.... emotional bond.... and if this is a safe space can i just say. if kaito was a woman? would. next up FAYE FUCKIN VALENTINEEEE!!! do u remember that post i made going thru all the sellers that were gonna b at the con that started like 'i hate shounen fans. name a woman'? well this is the seller i was talking about but all was forgiven in the name of FAYE ! GODDAMN ! VALENTINE ! ugh i love you girlie. and the last t-shirt was given out free to staff after the closing ceremony!! it was the tenth anniversary of kaizokucon so we got this awesomes design yay.... wore it to classes today hoping somebody would comment on it and nobody did 😌and in the middle i got CLOW CARRRDS BITCHES!!!!!! i saw them and immediately all thought left my fucking brain. i needed them. so important. the seller also recognised the axel in my fanny pack yippee!!!! a few people recognised him over the weekend actually and i was always like yes!! the him

anyway. yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! con con con con con :)

#id just in alt text bcos my rambling p functionally describes it

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billthedrake · 2 years

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DECLAN'S VAIL WEEKEND

(I wrote this with a big assist from @aestheticsupremacy. Real people are mentioned, but it's completely a fictional story.)

"Make yourself comfortable, Declan," the 48-year-old said as he turned on the lights of the modestly sized but well-appointed mountain home.

Declan Miles had a good sense this guy was well-off, but as he looked around the place it was clear this two-bedroom Vail pad was crazy expensive. A part of him had hesitated when USC, as part of their hard-press courtship of the Boise State defensive end, had put the player in touch with one of their alums just as the 2018 season ended.

"We call em our Trojan ambassadors," Coach Helton explained over FaceTime. "We figured you might want to hear about what USC is all about from someone outside the team."

The D-line jock might not be the brightest kid in the classroom, but he had a good idea this was USC's way of skirting some NCAA rules. He half objected when Mr. Fuller invited him for this weekend in Vail, but the man just brushed off his concerns. "It's my own place, so I'm not paying anything for it. It's all kosher, Declan," he assured the young man.

Declan knew better, and at the very least there was the cost of the flights, but as he looked out the big plate glass window over the town and mountains and snow, he didn't care. Every bit of awkwardness of accepting Mr. Fuller's invitation disappeared in his awe at the view.

He felt a hand clasp his meaty shoulder. Craig Fuller wasn't as big as Declan's 245 pounds, but the man was a fit ex-water polo player and an inch taller than the jock's 6'3".

"That's the view that sold me on the place," he said, giving Declan's trap a gentle squeeze before relinquishing the grip. "You ski?"

The player looked at the man, who was almost movie-star handsome and had some gray mixing in with the dirty blond hair kept corporate-exec medium-short. "No, Mr. Fuller," he replied. Even if he was from Idaho, he was from the foothills and his family wasn't the sort to ski in the winter. "But I've snowboarded with my buddies some."

The man smiled. "Please, Declan, it's 'Craig.' I get enough 'Mr. Fuller' in the boardroom." The man stepped back but didn't take his eyes off the athlete as he casually undid the buttons of his button-down shirt. Declan could see the matching silvery-blond fur on the man's pecs as he untucked the tails. "We can hit the slopes first thing tomorrow... in the meantime, whaddya say we fire up the hot tub? I swear there's nothing better than that hot water in the cool mountain air."

Declan dumbly nodded. It had been a long flight, and a soak in the hot tub did sound nice. Besides, it was clear Mr Fuller - Craig - wanted to show off his luxury retreat.

The exec gave the jock a sly wink and went to pick up Declan's bag. "Here, I'll show you to your room," he said. "Make yourself at home while I get the tub going."

Declan followed. He didn't want to be under the spell of this rich guy, but he had to admit the guest bedroom was nicer than any place he'd been. Simple but luxurious. Craig set the bag down on a cushioned bench and turned to the jock with a friendly, paternal face.

"I sometimes take a quick rinse in the shower before getting in the tub," the man said, a statement that was clearly a request. "You should have everything you need," he nodded down to fluffy towels folded on the mid-century modern desk.

As Craig went off to get everything ready, Declan hit the shower. The warm water did feel great after a long day, and he looked forward even more to the hot tub. But when he got out he nervously realized he didn't pack swim trunks or anything. He figured the mesh football practice shorts he packed would do, so back in the guest room he slipped them on over his creamy-white naked, beefy bod.

The jock took a second to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror. He had some post-season heft around his midsection but otherwise was solid with what the last few years of bulking had done to his 19-year-old frame. Boulder sized shoulders, strong round pecs framed by his thin gold necklace, powerful legs.... Declan didn't like to be conceited but he was entering his prime as a player and he knew why USC wasn't the only school gunning for him ever since he put his name on the transfer portal for the 2019 season.

He took a minute to call home: "Yeah, Dad, it's great here... nah, he's just a regular dude, though a little richer than most guys.... he says he's gonna arrange for some ski lessons if I want... no, sir, just the bunny slopes, definitely don't want an injury... no, I know Dad... all right, good night, sir."

After he hung up, Declan realized his parents were suspicious about the whole set up. Declan knew he should be, too, but his instinct told him it was gonna be a blast of a weekend. Maybe if he made it to the pros he'd have lots of high-flying experiences like this. But for now, he just relished being out of Idaho, away from Boise and his remote, tiny hometown.

The jock slipped on his flip flops and padded down the hall and to the back balcony, where Craig stood, a towel wrapped around his waist, dipping his hand in the water to check the temperature. The man's body was fit and muscular. Not beefy like Declans but in-shape and almost sculpted, with just a hint of love-handles clinging to the abdomen. And along the belly and forearms, more of that blond fur to match his chest hair.

"Hey," Craig grinned as he looked up. "It's ready. Might seem too hot at first but with the cool air outside you can always sit on the ledge if it gets too much." And like that, the man dropped his towel and stepped on the step to climb in.

It hadn't occurred to Declan they'd be nude in the tub, but it was just the two guys and he figured there was no reason to be shy. Mr. Fuller sure wasn't... his genitals hanging heavy from the blond bush, whose hairiness formed a contrast with a mostly smooth meaty round ass a shade paler than his light California tan.

Declan slipped down his shorts and got an ego boost from Craig's approving glance at the size and heft of his soft dong, just before the jock sank into the bubbles.

"Fuck, that's nice," Declan sighed. Then he looked at Craig. "Sorry for the language, sir."

Craig chuckled. "I said make yourself at home, Declan. I meant it." His blue eyes twinkled and in the dim light Declan could make out the slight wrinkles and pores that made the man's youthful handsomeness look closer to his age. "And fuck, it is nice," the man added playfully.

Declan laughed. They made some small talk before Craig cleared the air.

"Listen, son, I'm not gonna give you the whole song-and-dance about why you should come to USC. I figure you have a half dozen coaches already doing that. This weekend's about relaxing and having fun... if that sounds OK to you."

Declan nodded. "Oh yeah. Definitely more fun than the foothills I'm used to," the jock said as he spread out wide in the water, his necklace hangin a little taut over the broad smooth chest.

Craig grinned and for the first time Declan picked up on the distinct vibe. He was used to the attention he would get from mothers at the football association events, not to mention sorority girls at Boise State. But Mr. Fuller was looking at him with the same knowing intensity, only a more masculine version. Declan couldn't help it. He started chubbing up beneath the bubbles.

"I like to get up here without the wife and kids sometimes," Craig said. And with impeccable timing the man's ankle brushed against Declan's calf. A quick nudge, plausible in its deniability. but it made the jock's prick firm up to complete erection.

Declan blushed, his pale cheeks growing pink, but that could have been the hot water, too.

"You treat all the jocks like this, bud?" he asked in a teasing manner, taking the liberty to address Craig as a friend and equal.

"Just the real talent, son," Craig assured him.

The defensive footballer was getting real turned on from the intimacy of being in the hot tub with this man, and the heavier eye contact. His eyes took in Craig's handsomeness and the strong knotted arms and shoulders and the way that chest fur was matted down from the water. Declan couldn't recall ever meeting a water polo player, or ex-water polo player but he decided then and there it was his favorite type.

The man's toe brushed against his calf again, and this type Declan pressed back, openly rubbing the man's shin with his leg. That brought a big smile to the alum's face. And now the guy's toe was traveling up Declan's meaty leg, sending shock waves to his young hard cock.

The jock had a few experiences with men under his belt but they'd been fumbling, secretive encounters. This... this was something else. Open, flirty, playful. It turned Declan on and thrilled him. His eyes locked on Craig's as he spread his legs wide and let the man's foot trace the inside of his lightly hairy thigh.

"Oh fuck," the defensive end let out, his cock rock hard beneath the water.

Craig's smile had gone replaced with a more determined, lusty look. "You like this, son?" he asked. A little concern to give Declan an out if he wanted, in case he was pushing too far.

Declan nodded, "God yeah," he chuckled nervously, then felt the man's toe nudge his heavy ballsac then trace up the base of his hard stalk.

The man's voice was smooth and mellow now, a sexy masculine tenor. "Come on, Declan. Sit up on the ledge... let me take care of this for you."

Declan was putting two and two together and realizing what this weekend was all about. Sexual bribery if Declan was into that sort of thing. Turns out, he was A-OK with it. The young football bull hoisted himself out of the water, drops slipping down his beef before the cool air made his nipples firm up. As he sat on the ledge, his legs spread to showcase the prime 8.5 inch teen dong, thick as a Red Bull can. It hung heavy over the water, his low hangers bouncing just about the ripple of the hot tub.

Craig's eyes went wide at seeing the jock's endowment, but he reacted with understatement. "That's a beaut, son," he said, gliding through the bubbling water to edge toward the sexy-shy Bull. With an excited gaze, the man reached out to wrap his fingers around the girth. Barely able to take his eyes off that massive prick, he looked up. "Just tell me how you like it, buddy... if you want me to go faster, or slower," he said. And like that, the water polo dad took the round head between his lips.

Declan let out a low moan when Craig sucked the mushroom head into his mouth. "Fuck, that's it... yes..." he breathed out, holding steady as dick leaked a heavy stream of precum, right as the daddy hollowed out his cheeks and sucked down.

The jock was in awe. This wasn't some co-ed blowjob, this was years of honed skill at work. And that knowledge fed Declan's primal ego.

"Nice and easy, daddy..." he said before stopping nervously, wondering if he'd gone too far.

Craig sensed his hesitation and pulled off, feeling that rigid fullness in his fingers. "It's OK, stud... you can go there if you want. It's your big weekend, buddy." And like that he resumed sucking, taking even a couple more inches with each mouth stroke.

"Fuck yes, Dad," Declan grunted, succumbing to the incest fantasy. "Work my hard son cock... Work for it, sir."

He was realizing the Trojans had sent a grade-A daddy stud with some pro skills. Particularly once Craig shifted the angle some and those remaining fat inches sank right in, to lodge in that tight DILF throat.

Declan's eyes went wide and his big chest puffed in excitement. No one had ever deep throated his monster dong. Not even close. And here was this corporate exec making a show of his sword-swallowing ability. That visual was almost as hot as the constriction of the man's gullet clenching against his girth.

Declan couldn't help it. Instinctively, his hand clamped down on the back of Craig's head and he thrust repeatedly, feeling the throat work around the shaft. "Fuck YES, that's it, man. All the way down, Dad... so fucking good for your jock."

Craig has to admit it was on the cusp of too much dong to take. This fucker was FAT and hard as well as long. And it was being force fed, in a not-gentle manner. Shy, sweet Declan had somehow taken back stage to this natural jock aggression. Tears streamed down Craig's cheeks as he strained to open his jaw and fight the gag reflex. But he knew his mission and knew he was lucky to get a weekend with a jock hung like this.

Pretty soon, the middle-aged stud got in a zone and a groove with the face fuck. He started enjoying that stuffed feeling in his throat, even, when Declan pulled his cock out fully, letting it pop out of the daddy's mouth. Declan grinned down at the DILF, and used a fat thumb to wipe away the tears. "Not too much for you, bud?" A little bashful now, but flushed and clearly loving it.

Craig looked up and caught his breath before flashing the Bull a game smile. "Your special weekend, son... tell your Dad how you wanna run the play." The man leaned in with a lewd swipe of the tongue along the heavy shaft. "I can take it, buddy."

While Craig fisted the oversized shaft, Declan smirked even wider now and pushed two fingers into the man's mouth, testing the give of his lips and the way Craig's tongue worked around the calloused fingers. "You're gonna be so good to me, aren't you, Dad?"

Craig got a glint in his eye and nodded. As Declan's fingers pull out he teased. "Just want you to give USC your due consideration, stud," he winked.

"Is that right?" Declan grinned. The jock could almost imagine the "Sex for Play Scandal Rocks USC" headline, given the rules Craig was breaking for the both of them. But it was just the two of them, in the privacy of this mountain cabin, and it turned him on that this 6'4" ex-jock was fucking his to use. For the weekend probably. At least for right now. With a surge of horniness, he angled his steely erection down and pushed past the man's wet eager lips.

He heard Craig's hungry grunt. Then a soft choke as that throat got used to Declan's size once more. The jock's thick fingers massaged the short blond-silver hair on the sides of Craig's head as he pumped in and out, working back to the full deep throating the two had achieved early. As worked up as the jock was, he was cautious at first, watching the alum to make sure he was OK, that Craig actually could take it.

Then something clicked in the older man and it was open sesame. And Declan was fucking on the perfect combo of tight wetness and openness. It all felt so good. Incredible even, and the defensive-line jock just wanted more of those sensations. Holding on tighter he fucked Craig's face faster, deep pumps of that 8.5 inch dong that made his heavy nuts slap against Craig's chin.

The man moaned, but the strong hands massaging Declan's thighs told the jock they were moans of sexual excitement. The jock's hips pumped faster, his glutes clenching in time. He was cumming now, hard.

"Holy shit!" he cried, leaning his head back and shoving all the way in as his balls felt like they were turning inside out to unload his heavy jock wad, delivering it right to Craig Fuller's belly.

He rode that nut and savored it. He'd NEVER had an orgasm that intense, and half it was the psychological dimension of the hard changing sex. But after taking a couple seconds to enjoy the aftershocks, his fingers massaging Craig's hair softly, he realized the poor man probably needed some air and a well-deserved break.

Quickly, but not too quickly, he extracted his spent dick, feeling the slurp of Craig's mouth as the man sucked down the excess saliva, and with it some cum dribbles from the tip of Declan's stalk.

"Fuck son," Craig said as he caught his breath. "I think you needed that."

You have no idea, Declan almost answered. But instead he sank down into the water again and kissed the hunky, handsome man. It was his first kiss with another man, and it felt right. The move surprised Craig, for sure, but he quickly melted into it, feeling Declan's signature approach of soft and overly eager. It worked for the dad, no doubt.

"No way am I gonna be able to get in a hot tub without throwing hard," Declan joked as they broke their kiss.

Craig had a thrilled expression on his face, like he was the newbie 19-year-old and Declan was the old pro at dude sex. Reaching down he wrapped his hand around that Bull cock, feeling it still rock hard. "You think you got another in you tonight, kiddo."

Declan was now taking the opportunity to feel up his host's hunky, fit body. "Damn, Craig... you have no idea."

****

It wasn't too early when Craig Fuller slipped out from the sheets, but it was winter dark out. He could hear Declan softly sleeping in the queen bed as Craig padded softly toward the master bathroom to rinse off the previous night's sex.

God, that Miles kid could fuck, the married man thought with a shudder as he relived the previous evening in his head. He'd met jocks not interested in sex with other men. And he'd met young studs who could be coaxed into getting some no-recip head. Craig had even occasionally hit the jackpot with a real player in the bedroom, often a water-polo prospect who loved man-on-man sex.

But he'd never encountered anyone quite like Declan... a shy newbie who was so game for everything. The corporate exec had walked the defensive end through giving his first rim job and fucking his first ass. The kid was a natural, feeding off the excitement and the casual roleplay and getting off when Craig teasingly called Declan his Young Bull.

Craig now stepped under the shower spray and soaped up. Reaching back between his smooth buns, he felt the tender, raw hole that was now stretched more than a little. He'd actually almost backed down when he first saw Declan's huge wang, but now he was glad he rose to the challenge. After the discomfort and struggle, that girth had powered Craig Fuller to two toe-curling cums last night. And in the process Declan had shot a couple of football-jock-sized loads up his guts.

As his fingers massaged soap around the pucker, some of that semen spilled out and landed with loud plops onto the shower tile.

"Jesus," Craig gasped, feeling impressed and more than a little slutty. Maybe Declan would want to stay inside all day rather than go skiing. "You're out of control, old boy," he laughed out loud, to no one but himself. Giving one final rinse he turned off the shower and stepped out into an oversized fluffy towel.

He was quiet as he could be as he turned out the bathroom light and stepped back into the master bedroom. Craig slipped on some briefs and made his way out, leaving the door ajar behind him. He fired up the coffee maker and picked his phone off the counter. A voicemail from his wife awaited, but he'd return that later. And a couple of texts from Clay Helton wondering how it was going.

"Pretty good Coach," he typed. "Let's just say if he signs some guys are gonna be VERY happy with his stats."

He set down the phone with a grin and padded back to the bedroom. Peeking in, he saw Declan stir with the morning dawn that seemed amplified by the snow cover outside.

"Hey," the jock greeted in his deep morning voice.

"Hey," Craig said. "Not sure if you drink coffee or how you take it," he offered.

"Cream, no sugar," the stud grunted, not fully awake.

"Coming right up, buddy."

When he returned with two mugs, Declan was sitting up in bed, his magnificent, strong chest on full display, unconcerned with the cooler air in the cabin. "You're the best, man," he said, with the chipperness of the previous evening now returning.

He took the mug from Craig and tossed out a compliment. "God you're so fucking hot. I almost thought last night was a dream."

"I take it you're OK with everything that happened," the man said, half flirting but also cautiously checking in. If Declan freaked out the next morning, he wouldn't be the first prospect to do so.

The jock took a sip of coffee then slid down the covers to show off that massive tool, rigid and lying against his lightly hairy belly. Like last night, those fat testicles dangled beneath the fat stalk.

"What do you think?" he laughed.

Craig lay in a position to match Declan's, only his full body was on top of the sheets. "I think it's insane you're hard like that after last night."

The defensive end shrugged. "Always wake up with morning wood."

"Can I help with that?" Craig grinned.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy," the athlete grunted, kicking down the sheets and spreading his meaty legs.

The business dad set down his mug and leaned over to start licking that amazing cock. Impossibly it seemed even bigger than the night before and just as rigid.

"Fuckin' A, buddy... suck that big Bull dick," Declan growled, tossing back the sex talk Craig had used on him the night before. "Jesus, you're a hot fucking cocksucker."

Even with the dom talk, there was a playfulness to Declan's love of sex that excited Craig. He worked more of those fat inches deeper into his throat, working up and down with clear skill.

"Aw... FUCK!" Declan hissed and his fingers now ran through the cocksucker's hair. Not face fucking like last night but savoring the man's ability. Letting Daddy do the work. He could feel his nuts twitch as Craig bobbed up and down all eight and a half girthy inches. If he kept that up, Declan would cum and son.

Craig was so into his efforts and his deep throating success that he at first didn't realize the signal to pull off. But now Declan was lifting his head off his lap. That beautiful dong was rock hard and covered in spit, inches away from his face and shining in the morning light. Craig would say Declan was like a porn star, but at that moment he was more. A young God of a Bull. Horny and in need.

"We didn't do doggy last night," the jock said simply. Round one had been missionary, the second one had Craig riding Declan cowboy.

Craig looked up. The Idaho stud was so cute, almost angelic with his bed head and his big body. "Just go easy, buddy," the man said. "Please."

"You got it," the jock hissed. He'd watched a lot of porn before and loved the primal nature of a man fucking another man from behind. He wanted to try that with Craig. Excitedly, he watched the ex-water polo player position his tall hunky body on all fours, and the position made the surprisingly smooth ass cheeks seem more impressively strong and round. Declan got behind and crouched down.

"Aw yeah, eat my ass, buddy..." Craig sighed as he felt Declan's tongue root around. It was like the hesitation of last night was gone, as the jock munched hole like a starved man. "Make your Dad want it..."

Declan slapped both round buns at the same time and started tongue fucking Craig's relaxed pucker. In all the rim job lasted maybe five minuted, but to both men it felt like an exquisite stopping of time.

Until the executive felt the cool air on his wet pucker and then a rough application of lube by Declan's thick callouses fingers. The application was without finesse, but Craig was horny now and enjoyed the rough probing, almost jabs, before the digits withdrew and he felt that huge blunt instrument press against his entrance.

"Coming in, Dad," Declan announced. "Slow.... there you go... open up, buddy..." The entry stung for sure, but after the initial breach, the penetration went far easier than the previous ones for Craig. The jock's hands were now massaging along the older man's back as more thick meat pressed in, up until a tight spot four inches in. "Come on, Fuller... I fucked you twice last night... you can do this bud..."

Craig bit his lip and willed himself to relax. It didn't work, the more he thought about it the more his bowels clenched and tried to repel the oversized invader.

Until they didn't. Somehow, suddenly, the man's ass flowered open for Declan, who sank balls deep.

"Oh fuck, man, that's hot," the jock enthused as he took a second to feel the sensations of bottoming out. "I love fucking you, Dad..."

The first thrusts were gentle and slow, even if Declan's grip on Craig's waist was firm, to the point of being tight. See sawing that shaft in and out, and gently pressing against the man's prostate in the process.

"Fuck me, son," Craig urged in response. "Show me what you got."

Declan puffed his chest out and felt the strength of the sex hormones pump through his arms. "Careful what you wish for, sir." He pulled out and jabbed in with a hard thrust.

"Fuck yeah," Craig growled in attempt to keep the sensations on the pleasurable side of the dividing line. Then came another shove. "Fuck me you goddamn Bull," he said, excited he was taking this massive cock.

That was all Declan needed. He threw his whole body into fucking Craig Fuller. Ass, legs, arms, core... everything to give deep rhythmic strokes in and out of the man's guts. He was living out the hottest porn fuck he'd ever watched and then some. And once Craig bucked his ass back, even a little, it was all the jock needed to go wild. Kicking apart the DILF's legs, he nailed the middle aged hunk flat to the mattress and just FUCKED.

The last night he'd tried to follow Craig's lead and had been eager to get the older man off, too. Now, he was gonna cum and every thought in his head had vanished next to that pure animal need. The two men were bouncing up and down on the mattress, Declan was nailing him so hard.

Then the jock felt himself orgasm, the tightness of Craig's ass now a little slicker with his seed. He slowed his thrusts but still rode out his cum. Then he collapsed, satisfied on the man's sinewed back.

"Tell me you liked that, too," the jock finally asked with concern as his 245 pounds of football beef rolled off Craig's tall body, the sticky slick dong slipping out from between those daddy buns. Casually, affectionally Declan ran his hand up the man's hamstrings and over the smooth melon-shaped ass cheek.

Craig nodded as he twisted his upper body so he could face his jock fucker. "God help me I did." He looked down at the sheets and realized he hadn't in fact cum yet. But he'd been so close, before Declan nearly fucked him unconscious. "I guess you like it a little rough, huh, buddy?"

Declan scooted his big bulk up to sit against the headboard again. His dick not going down completely, he relished the way this man twice his age looked lovingly at it. "Yeah, I guess I do. Don't get the chance to go wild like that normally." He got a sheepish look that had an impish quality just behind. "And you said I was calling the plays this weekend," he reminded Craig.

***

Declan returned to Boise drained. He hadn't even been able to come with that last blowjob before Craig drove him to the Vail airport, but neither men cared. It was the attempt that thrilled them both.

"Feel free to drop me a line, stud... anytime," Craig had instructed him with a pat on the leg as he dropped him off.

The defensive end was on cloud nine the whole flight back. Imagining his future playing career at USC come 2019, imagining what he'd look like in a red and gold Trojan uniform, looking forward to the warm California weather. Anticipating hooking up with Craig Fuller again. Declan would contact Clay Helton on Monday and sign the papers.

Only as the plane taxied and Declan turned on his phone there was a voicemail from a number he didn't recognize.

"Declan! This is Coach Cristobal from Oregon. We're really impressed with what you have to offer and would love to talk more. I have some business down in Hawaii next week and was wondering if you wanted to join me. You know, talk about Oregon Football and if it would be a good fit for you. Anyway, give me a call back when you get this message." The Coach then left his number. "Hope to hear from you buddy."

Declan grinned and leaned back in the roomy business class seat. As he spread his legs, he felt that meat firm up in his jeans.

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foggymud · 1 year

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WELCOME TO "Raw Ingredients" ep.1!! the game show where we take ur fav cookie. And dive deep too figure out what swims beneath the calm waters of the lotus paradise

today we have the newest adition to oven break, thats right the one the only the cutie!POND DINO!! or pondy for short!

So where to start? Lets see....well for one pondy isn't what they seam,there not a gummy dinosour like the ones we've seen before! They are actualy inspierd by the forget-me-not [or fmn if i ever refer to it again] flower! The name was changed in traslación for what ive heard leading too pond dino to be what we know them as!

Pond dino is also one of the few cookies with the slit eye design! While not exclusive to dragons this trait is ussualy shared among them excluding lychee [wich May play into there potencialy sucubus inspierd design, next ri might be on em ectualy]

wich further reinforces there relevance to the dragon story! And longan there self says that pondy is the only foil to there plan,more on that laiter.[side note: not all slit eye or slit like eye cookies are in the image showned]

Another thing worth of note is pondy's shape and body design, as a New born baby dino it makes sense there small stubby and chubby,but a weird thing is that they where born with not only super long "hair" that seams too twist rather then sway as well as a flower that-

APARANTLY IS EATHER SENTIENT OR APART OF THEM???? Wich all of this leads me too belive this is all apart of there boddy, meaning pondy has 6 limbs [huh kinda make sense why there with lotus now] one set of back and front flippers + the hair flippers.

and finnaly in terms of the design we have pondys color palet! Its quite simple being made out of the face tone, primeraly 2 to 3 shades of blue, some cream yellows for the eyes,flower,and tummy, as well as white for extra detail and purple for the eyes,2th layer of the flower and.....segmentación on the chest?? Im not gonna try to understand why a nonbinary they/its new born lizard that already looks quite femenet needed boob segmentación on there upper body so lets just move on.

As ive not seen the hold story i won't be able to talk much about the lore but looks like there isn't much to cover? They where born from an egg that showed up in a place where "ancient magic once held sway" if i had to guess the lotus palace or the lotus lake its self as it did have quite the amount of magical things besides lotus there self, such as lesser dragons wich while not new as we've seen them all over the place, the little elfs that worked for lotus alongside the hydrangean cookies, and that time longan sent there despicable me looking eye balls there so yeah theres a lot of magic.

And if you remember i did say i was gonna talk about longans "the only foil to my plan" line earlier so lets start with this final segment!, i belive what this line refers to is that there atempts at destroying cookie kind might not be that eficient if life [aka pond] can still emerge from it, they sunk an entierd palace and possibly flooded a hold island and jet a cookie was borned from this destrucción, longan seams to know what this implies as while still a baby pond thretends there hold plan just by existing somhow, maybe will see somthing simmilar to pond in the future, eather other babys from the ananas and pitaya islands [maybe lychee as well idk how bad there island is as the longan break out starts deep below the surface], some kind of figure or presence in history, or maybe a New legend? Who knows!

Side note below if you wanna read

Hi thanks too anyone who reads this far into the post! Even thru my crazy theories and endless rambles y bad grammer, i hope it was understandable to some degree. If you have anything that i may have forgot, got wrong, and even wanna add or share what you think on anything regarding this post feal free to inform me!. Anyways hope this was a ok post at best as i hope to do more like this in the future as it was tons of fun for me even if im not trully sure on how to takle this

#cookie run #longan dragon cookie #lychee dragon cookie #lotus dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #snake fruit cookie #pond dino cookie #raw ingredients

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ingo-ingoing-ingone · 2 years

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Submas Song Sunday

on TrainGuy Tuesday kinda vibe

Yup lmao I’m Back At It, this time @fourphoenixfeathers Fusion AU edition! :D

Submas Song Sunday, aka where I take a song from my playlist and kinda just talk about how I think it fits the subway bros (or just one of em!)

I might include references to fanfic, or explain an animatic I can think up to the song, or just talk about it!

DISCLAIMER: Nothing on this playlist is intended to portray anything aside from familial relationships. I am NOT looking at backstories of songs, who they were written for, or songwriter’s intent. I go STRICTLY off lyrics and how I interpret them!

You may find a link to the playlist in my pinned post! If you have a song you want me to talk about, send it in :)

Song: Home by Cavetown

So it’s no great secret that I’ve been writing a lot about Ei, the fusion of Ingo and Emmet. In that AU he gets pretty badly hurt, go read both my fic Two-Headed and Phoenix’s series Cobwebs if you want more Ei lore!

Mainly writing this out for her bc I can’t get ideas out my brain right now.

Often, I am upset that I cannot fall in love, but I guess This avoids the stress of falling out of it

We begin after Ei gets injured, when he sees that his four armed, four eyed form that he’s stuck in due to distortion nonsense is seeding some distrust among certain elders in the Pearl Clan. They had never even liked him to begin with; he finds this somewhat distressing, especially now when he’s so vulnerable.

But he can’t help but wonder if perhaps their reaction would’ve been worse if they had liked him. Would it be seen as a betrayal?

Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here

And then he is alone. E is alone and he’s worried about I... Is he getting sick of E controlling everything but unable to do anything about it because I is so injured...?

I also see this a bit as injured Ei with Akari; he tried to downplay how serious things are at first, but he still needs to get her home.

I'll cut my hair to make you stare I'll hide my chest And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

I don’t take these lines too literally, but Ei tried to hide his extra eyes and arms for as long as he could to remain safe. There are definitely some who would attack him on sight for looking like that.

He meets the banished Akari in that form as well, and swears he’ll get them both home and keep her safe.

But then, post stab, now he hides his scar.

Turn off your porcelain face I can't really think right now and this place Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane

The lack of his second heart makes Ei pale, much paler than normal, and things overwhelm him easier. At some moments, more often than before, it’s all just too much and the brain fog closes in. Remembering is hard. Existing is hard.

Are you dead?

E often tries to speak to I. As time passes, the responses get less and less frequent until they stop. E wonders, then, if I is well and truly gone from within him.

Sometimes I think I'm dead 'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

And Ei slowly begins to realize that he... Is more or less a dead man walking. It’s only a matter of time.

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

He doesn’t want to die, but especially not yet. Not when he’s not home. Not when Akari needs him.

My eyes went dark I don't know where My pupils are

Ei’s eyes glow, whether that is two or four. But then... The eyes that belong to I no longer glow after a while. They just remain, half open, unresponsive. He can’t really see out of them any more.

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.

E promises I they will BOTH make it home.

Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place

When Ei first showed up, he still was remarkably different from everyone around him. The man is 8 feet tall. He came from nowhere, speaks a strange language, and did not immediately find friends in the Pearl Clan or Hisui in general.

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

Irida vouched for him, though.

Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

He’s got amnesia. He doesn’t know who he was, or who he will be.

But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open–

But, despite the hardships, Ei is living in the moment. To the delight of E, the stars are brighter and the sky more beautiful than he had ever seen before.

Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate

But now. Ei is hurt. Ei looks monstrous, wanting nothing more than to hide and not show or acknowledge his extra parts. He is not good with words any more; that was I’s specialty. Explanations do not come easy.

His mind is in a different place

Well, half of it is.

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

Even now, Irida sticks up for him when suspicious and curious clan members make him uncomfortable.

Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

He now knows he’s probably two people. Will he remain two people if one fades away? Will he still be Ei?

But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open arms

While stargazing was more E’s thing than I’s, Ei still does it. He hopes that his wonder will filter its way down to his subdued half and bring him some comfort.

Time is Slowly Tracing his face

As the days and weeks go on, he gets weaker. His existence cannot be sustained like this.

But strangely he feels at home in this place.

But with everyone he has caring about him and rooting for him and on his side, at the very least. E and I are not alone.

#submas song sunday #pla era #submas angst #submas #submas fusion au #ei #ingo #emmet #there we go lol #this will only make sense to a select few but screw it i want to post it anyways #some spoilers for my fic in here but only a couple :D

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