#what the hell. where is your gay little assistant.
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Sweet Home Indiana Part 1
Hello! And welcome to this fun little fusion that I came up with here. If anyone can find the post about gay legal troubles after gay marriage was legalized (I think was originally about polyamory divorces) let me know so I can link here, too.
Summary: Eddie is a successful tattoo artist in Seattle and is engaged to be married to Chrissy. Only there is one problem. Well, technically three. You see, back before the Supreme Court ruled that gay marriage was a right and not a privilege Eddie had gotten married in a couple of different states to different people. But now that's it's legal, he's a bigamist and he has to get his exes to divorce him. Which is easy enough for two of the three, not so much for the third. You see the third just isn't just any ex, it's the ex. Steve Harrington. So now he has to go down to Hawkins and try to convince the person he thought he was going to spend his life with to divorce him. Something much easier said then done, especially when Eddie finds himself falling back in love.
EDDIE IS GAY IN THIS BUT THERE ARE REASONS OKAY!
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Eddie’s life was good. Let it be said that it was really good. He knew that. But he had regrets. Didn’t everyone?
He regretted how his band broke up. It wasn’t his fault, but he hadn’t seen the cracks when they had started to show. He hadn’t seen how tired Jeff was getting or how fucked Gareth was. He hadn’t seen that Brian was only phoning it in every night.
So when it all fell apart after a concert in Seattle, he was left holding the pieces of his band and his broken heart. He had gotten a job as a tattoo apprentice and had worked really hard to get his own chair.
He had friends. Good ones. Jeff had stayed in Seattle, too. Gareth had gone into rehab and had moved to a small village in the south of France. Brian had gotten married and moved back to Indiana where he became a teacher and lived a quiet life. The life he had always wanted.
Then there was Chrissy. He loved her so much. They had met when she came into the tattoo parlor to get a tattoo covered. She wanted to cover the name of her ex-boyfriend with a purple violet. Eddie had smiled at her when she asked.
It was some of his best work, if he was honest.
She was a legal assistant that had just gotten her paralegal degree and was trying to get a work visa.
She had come over to the USA from Barbados. A little island country in the Caribbean.
He didn’t know how she could stand living in damp Seattle after being born on sun-soaked shores under glistening palm trees. But Chrissy was adamant that she loved being in Washington where it rained almost all the time.
Eddie was on a mission. One that he had sworn to Chrissy that he would do today.
He walked into the county clerk’s office and applied for a marriage license for him and Chrissy.
“I’m sorry Mr. Munson,” the clerk told him, “but our records show that you have not one, not two but three marriages in three different states.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide.
“What?” He would remember that, surely.
“To a William Hargrove in Hawaii, a Thomas M. Hagan in New York, and Steven J. Harrington in Massachusetts,” the woman said, holding up her reading glasses in front of her face to read off the list.
“But those were only legal in the state they were preformed in, right?” he asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.
The woman shook her head. “Not since the Supreme Court ruled that it was legal for gays to get married. It’s cause a lot of trouble for a lot you people, let me tell you.”
Eddie knocked his knuckle on the counter and licked his lips. “Shit.”
She grimaced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, but before you can get a marriage license in the state of Washington, you’ll have to provide divorce decrees from all three of your exes.”
Eddie pounded on the counter this time with his open palm. “Thanks.”
He walked away and he heard her call out, “Next!”
Shit, shit, shit.
This was going to be hell, he could feel it.
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Chrissy had fast food waiting for him when he got home from work.
“Did you get the license?” she asked, handing him his food and drink.
Eddie buried his head in his hands. “No, because stupid gay marriage legalization made all gay marriages legal, no matter what state you preformed them in.”
“Oh.”
She sat down hard. “So your three marriages suddenly count?”
“Yeah,” Eddie murmured. “I don’t even know where any of them are. Like I assume Steve’s still in Hawkins, because he’d never leave, but the other two? I have no fucking idea.”
She patted him on the shoulder and said, “We’ll find a way. The law firm has investigators on staff for this very reason. It might take a while, but we’ll find them.
Eddie nodded. “I’m sorry.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sat down on his lap. “I’m not. You didn’t know. Otherwise you would have taken care of it when Obergefell v. Hodges went through the Supreme Court.”
Eddie nodded, but he pursed his lips, his hands up around her waist to hold her steady.
“Let’s just eat and I’ll start work on it tomorrow,” she murmured. “Okay?”
“Mmk,” he muttered.
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Three weeks later, Eddie had in hand two of the three annulments. Billy had sent his back with a little note that said, “With pleasure.” Tommy had merely sent his back without comment.
That was a relief. He was no longer bound to either of those two assholes. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him to marry them in the first place.
Well, okay. He did. He was far away from home, lonely and willing to connect with anyone who would fuck him.
He was getting ready to call Chrissy to her the good news when the phone rang under his hand.
Eddie frowned at it for a moment, before he picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Eddie? Eddie Munson?” the familiar voice sounded through the cell phone.
“This is he,” he replied, still confused.
“If you want to divorce me, you asshole,” Steve spat, “then have the fucking courage to tell me to my face.”
“Steve?” Eddie asked, his confusion still there, but for a different reason now. How did he get his number?
“Yeah,” Steve hissed. “Remember me? The man you left for fame and fortune? How is that going, by the way?”
Eddie gritted his teeth. “You know full well we broke up, I know Dustin still talks to you.”
He could hear Steve snap his fingers. “That’s right. You broke up. And until you tell me to my face you want to do the same, you take your annulment and shove it up your ass.”
“Stevie...” Eddie pleaded.
“Don’t ‘Stevie’ me,” Steve growled. “Fuck you.”
And the phone went dead then Eddie turned his phone around to see that yes, Steve had disconnected the call.
“Fuck.”
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Eddie called Chrissy with the news. Two yeses and a ‘fuck you’.
“All right, Ed,” she said. “There is more to this than you’ve been telling me, so you are coming over to my apartment with the annulments you got and you are going to spill. Capeesh?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” she huffed and then hung up.
Looked like today was hang up on Eddie day. He sat down at the table both annulments spread out in front of him and buried his head in his hands.
After a few minutes of allowing himself to break down, he picked up the papers and grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone.
Time to face the music.
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Chrissy opened the door with a scowl, but softened when she saw how miserable Eddie looked.
He handed her the annulments and she put them her bag to take to work so that they could be filed with county clerk.
“Tell me about Steve Harrington.”
So Eddie did.
He told her about how they had bonded over a bunch of kids. Kids Steve had used to babysit, but once they got into high school came under Eddie’s wing as leader and DM of the D&D club called The Hellfire Club. How they had gotten together and when Massachusetts made it legal, him, Steve, Jeff, and Steve’s best friend Robin all drove out to Boston and Steve and he got married in a little court house.
“My Uncle Wayne was pissed he wasn’t there,” Eddie said. “But it was spur of the moment thing. We drove all night and got there that afternoon. We put on little suits and let the judge say his words.”
“That sounds sweet, so what happened?”
He let out a shuddering sigh. “Gareth graduated from high school and we got an offer to record an album in New York.”
“Why didn’t he go with you?” she asked gently.
Eddie rubbed his nose. “Because the kids still had two years left of school. He wanted to be there for them. A couple of them didn’t have good home lives and he wanted to make sure they had someone they could count on. We fought about it. Hard.”
“I’m sorry, cher,” she whispered giving his arm a squeeze.
“God,” Eddie said, his voice cracking. “The things we said to each other. It was bad, Chris.”
“And now he won’t sign the papers?” she asked.
He shook his head. “He told me the only way he’d sign anything is I came back to Hawkins and handed it to him myself.”
Chrissy nodded. “All right,” she said, “here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to get a proper divorce degree written up, making sure it’s worded so he knows you won’t be going after any assets he has and then you are taking a week off of work and going down there and facing him. Because holy fucking hell, Ed, he deserves some kind of closure as do you.”
Eddie let out a heartbreaking sigh. “I don’t know if I can face him, Chris. God, I put everything else before him and broke his heart. He always wanted this big wedding. A beautiful reception where all our friends and loved ones were there. A beautiful grey morning jacket with a proper boutonniere and saying his vows across from the one he loved. And instead he got an empty court house and broken promises from a screw up like me.”
She wrapped her arms around him and let him sob into her shoulder.
“Which is why you need to go down there and give him that closure,” she murmured, “so that he can have all that with someone else. Someone who isn’t afraid.”
Eddie nodded. “Yeah, just let me know when it’s ready and I’ll take one of my vacation weeks to go to Hawkins, Indiana.”
Chrissy winced. “Maybe don’t sound like you’re going to your funeral, yeah?”
Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. As far as he was concerned he was going to a funeral. Maybe not his own, but the death of the first real relationship he ever had and if somehow he made it out alive, he was never going to be the same again.
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Sharing is Caring
Lando Norris x Reader X Oscar Piastri
Genre: Smut
Request: no, this is purely practice and experimental writing
Summary: Lando has always lived by the rule that sharing is caring, this includes his girlfriend… and maybe also himself
Warnings: filthy smut, Lando and Reader are menaces, PinV, dom/sub dynamics, fingers, anal,
Notes: alright listen here, I am a whore for these men and I’m not to proud to admit that. This is experimental because I want to write a scene for my series where the group is three bisexual males a female, but have never attempted majority of what that would entail (more then one partner, actual gay sex and not whatever the hell that thing I wrote with Daniel was). Y’all are not allowed to judge me! My information is coming from Ao3 and I blame that on whatever this spirals into.
Masterlist
The following media is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Minors please do not interact with this post!
You and Lando had been together since he started at McLaren. He was clueless and you were meant to be an assistant or intern or something along those lines. Both of you barely over the cusp of being adults.
You describe is as clueless and horny.
He says it was sexy and necessary.
You’d become fast friends, but then friends turned into benefits after a party one night.
Your were both buzzed but definitely coherent. You knew every part of your mind hand wanted him as he licked stripes up your neck. You knew at as he took off your clothes. And you definitely knew it while you came undone on his tongue.
Your situationship turned into a relationship soon after that. You couldn’t keep your stupid feelings for him tucked away in secret. You slipped when he was cleaning you up after you both went hard one night.
It was messy and you stumbled through your relationship clumsily, but soon you found your footing.
Lando had grown up on a common rule in his house: sharing is caring. Though he hated it then, now it seemed to be his motto.
You’d learned this after he had you tied to the bed posts and sent his saliva down your throat. He’d smirked at you and uttered the phrase.
Lando found it endearing how easily you submitted to him. Your entire job was being told what to do and when to do it so he thought you’d be less into it. He was sorely mistake.
He’d had you drunk on his presence alone. His voice the only thing filling your pretty little head. He got off on the power you gave him over you.
Lando had noticed one thing over his first year in formula 1: everyone treated him like an innocent child.
First it was Carlos. His teammate joked about him being a virgin still and Lando was fuming. He knew he should’ve watched his tongue but he could help himself.
“You could always come see for yourself that I’m not.”
That was the first time you’d invited someone in with you. Carlos lost a bit of his pride that night as his younger teammate and girlfriend practically had their way with him. And when Carlos asked him why he would share their bed with him, he’d only responded with “sharing is caring.”
Lando’s next teammate was older and even more frustrating. Daniel picked on the two of them relentlessly. Lando, being older now, held his tongue. But when he started saying things about you, vile derogatory things, he snapped.
“Say it again and I’ll make you regret it.”
Daniel showed up at their room that night expecting a mediocre threesome at best. What he got was the best damn blowjob of his life from you and Lando making him regret every word he’d said from behind.
Daniel also lost a bit of his pride that day and Lando couldn’t help but smirk every time Daniel shifted uncomfortably during the press conference.
You both teased Daniel that day with the “sharing is caring” line.
Now Lando has a teammate younger then him, and he’s a rookie no less.
Oscar is quieter then his other teammates and a stark contrast to Lando in personality.
It didn’t take long for Lando to catch on to his staring at you. The lovely blush that spread across his cheeks every time you touched his shoulder in a friendly way.
“I like him.” Announced Lando one morning.
“Who are we talking about exactly.”
“Oscar, I genuinely like him.”
You’d brought up the idea of adding a permanent third to your relationship. Both of you very open to the idea, just not with someone who likes to tease you two because your young.
Your not to prideful to admit that you’d both brought up Max as an option at one point.
“He’s very sweet and I think you go well together.” You admitted. “To bad he wouldn’t be into it.”
“What makes you say that.”
“Doesn’t peg me as the type.”
Lando choked on his breakfast. “I could make a dirty joke but I’m not going to.” He thinks for a moment. “I actually know he is because he got drunk one night after a hard race and admitted that he’d fuck us both.”
“Does he remember that?”
“Unfortunately no and I’d rather be the one fucking him anyways.”
“How about a game.” You propose. Lando can see the mischief in your eyes. “First to get him to crack wins.”
“Wins what exactly.”
“You already have me so bragging rights I suppose.”
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It started small. Lando with his hand on Oscar’s knee during briefings, you making sexual comments underneath your breath causing him to choke on his air.
Then it escalated. You were wary that you might be making him uncomfortable, but as lando slips his hand on Oscars thigh, you can see the satisfaction on both their faces.
Ultimately Lando won in the end. The same stupid line he used in everyone coaxing Oscar into your hotel room.
“So we use the traffic light system for safe words just because it’s easy to use and remember.” Lando led Oscar into the room and sat him down on the bed.
He’d already had you in your undergarments and kneeling because since he won this was his prize. Not that you could protest anyways, you’d just make it harder on yourself later if you did.
Oscar was confused for a moment, his eyes raking over your half naked and waiting body while Lando went over some ground rules. “I didn’t realize you guys were into this stuff. Like- where you would need safe words, I guess.”
“Are you okay with that.”
Oscar hesitates for a moment. Unsure of how he should respond. “Can I be honest first?”
“Honesty is better now then us doing something to hurt you later.”
“It’s just that- I’ve done this before, but never with people I actually liked.”
“You like us?” You pipe. Genuine shock shooting across your face.
“It’s not something most people expect of me. Wanting to date more then one person feels weird to talk about I suppose.”
“But it’s not weird because we like you to.” You smile. Grateful that Lando isn’t shoving a gag in your mouth for speaking without permission.
“That being said,” Lando smirks, “how about we show just how much we like you, if you’ll let us?”
“Hopefully I can do the same for you.”
Oscar has suddenly found his confidence and pulls Lando down to his lips. It’s a hungry kiss. Their hands explore each other while your left on the ground. Although waiting obediently, you can’t help but squirm.
Lando pulls away and lands his gaze on you. “Why don’t we show Oscar what the pretty mouth of yours can do.”
You nod your head at him and crawl your way in between Oscar’s legs. Your fingers tugging at his waistband and eyeing him for permission. “I would be sad if you didn’t.” He chuckles. His fingers already finding your hair as you pull off his sweats and boxers in one go.
He’s already very hard and admittedly very pretty. Lando sets himself behind to Aussie and chuckles darkly. “Go ahead love.”
You take the permission and start with just your tongue. Attempting to wet his length before you take him down your throat.
The guttural moan that leaves Oscars lips only encourages you to keep going. You practically shake at you watch Lando strip both himself and the other male of their shirts.
“You can be rough with her, she likes it that way.”
The Aussie takes that as his cue. One hand forms a makeshift ponytail and the other lines himself up with your mouth. You barely get a chance to breathe before Oscar is shoving himself down your throat. You hollow your cheeks as he bucks his hips up with an unrelenting speed.
You hadn’t even noticed you left yourself in a waiting position. Oscar slows for just a moment as he sees the tears roll down your cheeks and the absent placement of your hand on his leg. He pulls your arm up and sets your hand on his thighs. “One tap to keep going, two to stop.”
You tap once and he’s back at slamming himself into your mouth.
Lando’s fingers are running up and down Oscars body, his mouth giving you the praise you so desire. “Good girl, just like that, isn’t she good Oscar?”
“Fuck- yes, so fucking good, your mouth is amazing.”
There isn’t much warning from him verbally, but the twitching in your mouth and sloppy movements tells you everything you need to know. He’s finishing in your mouth seconds later and you take every drop. Not that you had much choice to begin with anyways. Lando drops down to your level. You hold your mouth open for him, as it routine, and let him inspect. “So fucking good. Such a perfect slut for me.”
Oscars catching his breath. His body still twitching. “I think that’s the best blowjob someone had ever given me.” He pants
You smile proudly at your handiwork.
“It’s not the first time someone has said that.” Laughs Lando. He stands up again leaving you planted on the floor.
“They’d be stupid not to.”
You eye Lando expectantly, assuming he’ll want to make use of your mouth next. “Not tonight love, I have other plans.” He helps you up off the floor and lets you stretch your legs before tossing you on the bed. “I think you’ve done so well that you deserve to be rewarded.”
Oscar doesn’t hesitate to let his fingers dance across your body. He’s watching your face and looking for your most sensitive spots.
You haven't let out a single noise, and you're proud of yourself for it. For as much as Lando loved to tease, he had to admit you are really good at doing what you're told.
Lando is quick to remove the rest of your clothes while Oscar makes it his personal mission to make you moan. Something you intend on not doing. At least until your given permission.
With you now being exposed to the hungry eyes of the two males, you can't help but feel a tad overwhelmed.
Though it doesn't last long, though, as two mouths are hungrily sucking and nipping at the most sensitive parts of your breasts. Leaving marks as they go. You bite down so hard on your lip that it bleeds.
Lando can read you like a book. He knows you're focused on behaving and not enjoying the moment. "Moan for us love, tell us how good you're feeling." And with that, you're a whining mess.
Lando detaches himself from you. "You can return the favor if you want Oscar." He's smirking. Lando has always known exactly how to play this game. How to get then exactly where he wants them.
"Mmm think I'd rather take you."
You almost choke at the look the flashes across the Brits face. He's never been in this position before. Sure, he's had the other guys suck him off, but that was on his instruction. This is new territory.
Oscar is crawling over the top of you and sliding himself down Lando. The Brit is still too shocked for words.
He tests the limits, taking a few kitten licks over Lando. Then, makes direct eye contact and slips his mouth over the entirty of Landos dick.
It's weird to watch them. Normally you have a job. Without one you just go back to waiting.
Oscar pulls his mouth off for a moment and looks at you. "You know his body better than me. Why don't you show me where he likes being touched."
Oh this was definitely new territory. You didn't know what to do in this situation. You look at Lando for some sort of idea.
"Guess you get to listen to two people tonight." Then, without hesitation, you let your hands roam freely.
It's funny, you think, that Oscar had moved your hand earlier but now his hands were placed on wither side of the Brit.
To mimic the action he did earlier, you put his hand on Lando's thigh. He looks at you with appreciation and then continues taking apart the Brit underneath him.
You attach your lips and your teeth to places you know he's sensitive. Dragging your tongue from his pec all the way to his ear lobe.
And as his lips landed on yours, Lando was shaking underneath you. Oscar managed to suck him through his entire high, leaving him in an exhausted heap on the bed.
"Hey Lando, I think our girl has been waiting patiently, yeah?"
The was he says our has you trembling. They are both eyeing you now, and you have no idea what to do.
Lando reaches for your frame and pulls you into his lap. His fingers lazily dance over the one place you ache to be touched.
You sigh as he slips a singular finger into you, moving in and out so slow you think you might cry.
Oscar leaves kisses all over your thighs, working his way up to your needy heat. Lightly flicking your clit with his tongue when he reaches the top.
The two boys are steadily picking up the pace. Lando is gradually adding more fingers. The coil is getting closer to snapping.
Your writhing and panting in their hold. Oscar has his arms hooked under your knees to keep you from moving away. Lando's free arm is pressed firmly under your chest. His teeth sucking marks into your neck and collarbone.
"Please." You beg.
"Please what?"
"Please- fuck, can I come?"
"Go ahead, you've been doing so well, your such a good girl."
The coil snaps, and the ecstasy floods every inch of your body. Your body spasms, flailing your limbs in every direction.
The boys hold you firmly in place, determind to ride every second of your high out of you.
You're left panting as you come down. Sweat now glossing over all three of you.
"Wanna keep going?"
You and Lando look at Oscar. His face was completely unfazed. Who know the Aussie could be so insatiable.
"You know, we don't normally do this, but if y/n wants to, I'm okay if you fuck her."
Your mouth drops in shock for the umpteenth time that night. Lando had never let anyone else fuck you and you were okay with it.
Again, new territory.
Oscar looks over at you. His eyes questioning. "Or I'm very willing to take you both at the same time."
Good grief. The stupidly shy bashful Australian boy has the sex drive of an animal in heat.
Normally, it's Lando in charge, but there seems to be a change. He actually likes Oscar. This isn't some attempt at teaching someone a lesson or proving a point. This is a genuine attempt at inviting him in.
You were glad that you got to keep the spot on the bed. More on the edge of the bed now, but still the bed nonetheless.
Oscar is still lapping at your skin like it's a drug. You can feel the marks covering your skin from where he's been sucking at you with his teeth.
Normally, the two of you didn't use lube unless it was an occasion like this. Even then, it wasn't much. Lando thought is would be amazing to use the entire bottle over the three of you. Because apparently, the sweat isn't enough.
Oscar's moans are steadily increasing as Lando continues to work his ass. The Austrian is using you as a human gag to hopefully keep his volume at a reasonable pitch.
Lando likes a stripe onto the back of the Male in front of him. "Do you think you're ready?" He's looking at both of you for confirmation.
It all happens far too quickly for your liking. The fact that all your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. The way the pace was a speed you'd yet to experience (how these boys could snap their hips so fast was beyond you).
Oscar has practically fallen on top of you at this point. Lando is doing his best to keep the Australians full weight off of you. He's not even moving anymore. Lando is moving in and out of him and you by proxy.
It's a weird feeling having the weight of two body's between your hips. Your close and desperately chasing your second high of the night.
Unlucky is the only word that comes to mind as Oscar and Lando reach theirs in sync. The feelings of watching them together are damn near indescribable, and it makes you wish you joined them.
You are also someone who likes to please. This means that faking it seems like the best option.
As you'll soon come to find out, this is far from the a good plan.
Both Oscar and Lando are panting and trying to get resitiated. Both of them eyes you cautiously. Then they look at eachother, then at you, then eachother, until finally they say something.
"Pretty sure I know a fake orgasm when I see one." Comments Oscar.
Lando was unfortunately not able to see you very well, so not only is he glad Oscar was able to read you, but now he's received to know he can see when you're obviously trying to please.
You feel yourself flush and curl your knees over your chest. Guilt? Shame? Lust? All at once? There are too many feelings for your foggy brain right now.
"You should know better, love. Did you think we weren't going to be happy with you?"
You feel yourself slipping into the lovely fuzzy head space and the sound of Lando's almost condescending tone.
"I don't know, Oscar. I think now we need to make sure she can be honest with her body." Lando smirks at the Australian whos still out of breath and supporting himself of the Brit.
Their eyes find yours, and you're met with that hungry look once again. At this point, you've resigned that this night is never going to end, and if you're being perfectly honest, you don't want it too.
"Color?"
"Green."
Then they're pouncing on top of you like they've caught themselves dinner. Hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once.
It's hours later when you're spent. They drew at least five more out of you. All in various different ways.
Now came the most intresting part.
You're a mess lying on the bed. Limbs a twitching pile of mush. Your hair stuck to your skin. Eyes glossed over and head heavy with a thick fog. So deep in your damn head space.
Their mixed words of shame and praise somehow set every one of your nerves alight. You'd been calling both of them a title usually reserved for just Lando, but he hadn't corrected you.
You whine as the pull away. Your body already missing their touch.
"Gotta get you cleaned up, beautiful. Don't want to you to get sick."
A slurred 'yes sir' makes its way out of your mouth. Other words are far too difficult right now.
"Mmm need to know you're here with me."
"I'm here, I think."
Lando is mildly impressed that the two boys managed to put you so deep into the blissful state of mind. His hands stroke your stick thighs as he hums words of praise. Slipping in the occasional gentle kiss to your hand.
Oscar comes back cleaned up first. Still without a shirt, but his sweats are back on. "So aftercare, is there a routine you guys normally have or does it very? Do you want me to go?"
Oscar doesn't miss the frown of your face when he suggests he leaves. "Stay. Please." Again, it's mumbled and slurred, but both boys can tell what you're trying to say.
"No worries, I'm right here." Oscare slides into the bed next to you.
"Wanna stay with her, and I'll clean up? I'll get some rags and things as well. Normally, our third has left without helping me take care of her. Had to take her to the doctor once after Daniel bruised her throat with his hands, and she couldn't talk for a week. So I won't lie, this is new."
"Well I like you both and if you'll have me I'd like to stay around awhile."
There was a knowing look shared between all three of you that even your your state you recognized. Oscar wanted to stay, and you and Lando wanted him to. For more than just the sex.
Lando tossed Oscar a wet rag. To cool damp feeling of the towel felt nice on your skin, making you shower with the sensation.
Lando came back a few minutes later, freshend up, and a hair brush in hand. He slides in behind you and gently threads the comb through your locks.
Eventually, you're able to make it to the bathroom on your own, albeit with shaky legs. Lando gave you one of his shirts to change into with the promise of Oscar bringing some of his clothes for you the next time around.
You're still a little shocked that he wanted a next time.
Carlos had admittedly come back for a few more rounds, but there were never any strings attached. Daniel came back, but that always felt competitive. There was consent and communication involved with both parties but it never felt this... intimate.
The two boys made sure you had water and food, so you didn't feel sick after all the energy you'd exerted. Then you slid into bed between them. Sleep hitting all of you in minutes.
The three of you got away with a hidden relationship for about four months until Lando slipped up in an interview. Your first paddock appearance with the two after that was mildly controversial, but they were quick to shut down invasive reporters and toxic fans.
It was a press conference that Lando finally got to use his signature line.
"Lando, you've recently announced your relationship with your teammate and longtime girlfriend. What sparked this into effect?"
"Well you know what they say, sharing is caring."
You and Oscar can only laugh at the Brit and his stupid catchphrase.
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Can we get some wonderful head-canons for all the papas and how they would support their s/o, assistants, ghouls, and siblings of sin during pride month? Sincerely a gay trans man who is very much a Papa simp💕
Hey, so I decided to just make a small list of general Ministry Pride headcanons - Jez
Pride in the Ministry headcanons
Pride is a very big thing in the Ministry.
I mean, have you seen he Papas? The Ghouls? Come on, there's no homophobia allowed.
Ghouls are absolutely allowed to bully anyone who is a homophobe. In extreme cases, they're allowed to attack.
Ministry was never really big on trafitional gender norms, anyway.
For example, you get to pick if you want to be called a Sister, a Brother or just a Sibling of Sin.
They are also very lenient on what you wear. You can be female aligned and wear male clothes. You can be male aligned and wear female cothes. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want, as long as you pick stuff from the general dress code, you're good.
The ministry actually has a fund for its trans community! They collect money throught the rest of the year and then, once you deal with the paperwork, you will entitled to ask for the Ministry to cover at least a part of your transision journey.
While they're not big on decor in the Ministry in general, Pride is one of the very few exceptions. The decoractions are subtle, but it's very clear.
Siblings of Sin can also get pride-themed rosaries and other accesories.
And the deisgns are either quirky and egdy or actually really incredibly gothic yet subtle.
The Ghouls like to wear little capes with their flags!
Terzo has a seperate set of Pride robes where the usual purple is replaced with the colors of the bisexual flag.
Secondo occasionally wears pride-themed ties or socks. Not underwear, though, he doesn't wear underwear.
He does get his nails painted for the occasion with Terzo, though.
Primo gets his nails painted, too. By Samael and Obyzouth.
He wears small rainbow pins.
The twins are allowed to dye some of their hair if they want. And paint their nails.
Mountain wears rainbow socks! All the ghouls do, but since Mountain rarely wears shoes, it's mostly visible on him.
Cumulus gives Proud Mom Hugs™ to anyone who needs them. Aurora copies her, wanting to do something nice, too.
Swiss and Aether pick that up, but instead of offering hugs, they run up to siblings, twirl them and run away.
They later get Phantom, Cirrus and Sunshine to join.
Rain chases after them and apologizes to everyone as he tries to stop them. Sodo chases after them to beat their asses.
Copia and Terzo spend a lot of time with the children in the Ministry, teaching them about tolerance and how love is love. <3
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A s(h)ockin change
Live was slow for Aron. He had not much to do, besides going to work every day. Working in a cloth store, for sportswear. It was boring since a bigger store opened up just down the street. Few people came to the place and so Aron was sitting there from day to day, waiting for something to do, besides checking all the inventory. Weeks went by and nothing really changed. When one day this guy came through the door.
A big muscular guy with black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a lot taller than Aron.
“Hey, may I ask you something?”, the guy asked and looked at Aron.
Within an instant their eyes locked, Aron began to blush.
“Sure”, he stammered and the guy came closer.
“Looking for some new clothes.”
“Guess you can find something here”, Aron replied and the guy laughed.
“I was hoping to. Can you tell me, where I can find shorts and underwear?”
“Sure, I will bring you there.”
“Don’t trouble yourself”, the guy said.
“No trouble at all. Since this place is packed as hell, I guess I can show you around”, Aron replied and began walking.
Aron felt small and weak compared to the guy behind him. He was always a little bit pudgy, but next to this guy he felt fat. He took him to the isles the guy was looking for.
“Here you go. If you find something that you like but it is not in your size, then just tell me. I am sure we have some bigger clothes left in the backroom.”
“Thanks man. Will do.”
With that the guy began browsing through all the clothes he saw before him. Aron returned to the front desk and watched the guy browsing.
“We got a hot one on our hands here”, Aron’s boss said and came from the backroom.
“What do you mean, sir?”
“The new guy. I can sense some sensation in your lower half. You got good taste, Aron.”
“You know sir, I am not into man.”
“But there is always the one, where we look at it and say. For him I would become gay. So is this guy the special one?”
“No, sir. He is just a costumer, like everyone else.”
“Well if you say so”, Aron’s boss say and went back into the storage of the store.
Aron kept looking at the costumer, who was still browsing through different items. He could not help but wonder why he was still looking at him. Sure he was a big guy, but Aron was into women. Sure women who were more on the masculine site, but still women.
“Sorry, buddy, I need your assistance again”, the guy said looking at Aron.
“Sure. How may I help you?” Aron asked and walked over.
“These are all nice and interesting. But I need them a little bit bigger, then this”, he said and Aron looked at the size of the clothes.
Yeah M or L would not fit this guy. He swore he had put up some bigger sizes. But apparently, he did not.
“Just a moment. Which of these would you like in bigger size?”
The guy pulled a pair of black and white shorts out and handed them to Aron. He took them, went back into the storage and browsed through the products. He found nothing that was a bigger size. How come they only had size M or L or even smaller left? Aron’s boss came by and looked at him.
“Something the matter, boy?”, he asked.
“You see, sir. I am sure I put up these shorts in different sizes. But on display are only M and L sizes. And even here we seem to have nothing more left than these sizes.”
“Strange. I am sure I ordered the right sizes. They must have delivered it wrong. But still. Your hunky costumer wants these bigger?”
“Yes, sir. I am sure he will need XXL or even bigger.”
Aron’s boss scratched his head.
“Give me a moment. I will figure something out.”
With that the guy took the shorts and went deeper into the storage. Aron went back to the costumer to inform him of what was going on.
“Found something?” he asked when he saw Aron.
“My boss is browsing through the storage and I am sure he will find something. In the meantime, do you need anything else?
“Oh, okay. Well I guess I could use some”, the guy said and grabbed a pair of black socks.
They looked pretty comfy and fluffy. The big cat on them showed who made them.
“Okay. Is this your size?”, Aron asked and the guy looked at it.
“Ah shit. This is only size 39-42. I have 47-49” he said and Aron took a look at the guys feet.
Holy cow he was right. His feet looked gigantic. The shoes he was wearing seem to have problems to keep these monsters contained.
“I will look for the right size, right away. Just wait a moment please”, Aron said and went back into the storage.
But much like the shorts, he could not find any other sizes. Then he heard his boss talking to the costumer. Curios he peaked out of the storage. His boss handed the guy the shorts, he was looking for in bigger size. Then he came back to the storage and found Aron peaking the corner.
“Surprised?” he asked.
“Not really. At least you found something sit.”
“Yeah. Let me guess. The socks are too small as well?”
“Sadly, yes.”
“No problem. Come with me.”
Bot guys went over to the costumer, who was in a cabin trying on the shorts.
“Sir, I am here to bring you the socks in the right size, you seeking.
“Aw great”, the guy said and opened the curtain.
He was wearing the new shorts and looked pretty well, Aron had to admit.
“But these are the same size, the guy left with.”
Aron looked at his boss and saw him smiling.
“This will not be a problem, trust me. Just try them.”
With this the costumer just shrugged, took the socks and put them on. They looked riddiculsly small on his feet. Not even really fitting over his heel. He looked at Aron’s boss and wanted to say something, when suddenly Aron felt the urge to drop to his knees. He did and before anyone could react, he was at the costumer’s feet. His fingers touching the feet of the costumer and a strange sensation rushed through Aron’s body. His fingers just melting away into the fabric, becoming on with it. More and more of his body melted away until Aron was the socks of the costumer. His body began to stretch more and now the socks were the right size, for this guy. Aron was confused and could still not understand what had happened to him. The only thing he was aware of right now was the strong smell of sweat from his new owner. Aron felt like he should be freaked out by what just happened. But the smell was too good and he was only a pair of socks, so he could not even freak out.
The costumers blinked a few times, before looking at the store chef.
“These are some good socks. I take them. The shorts are not really as I imagined them. But the socks, damn those are comfy.”
“Sure, sir. I will put the shorts back, after you changed. Just leave them here. I will wait at the register for payment.”
The costumer nodded and closed the curtain. He changed back and went to the front desk. He put Aron on the counter and the former human’s boss sold them.
So Aron’s new life as a pair of socks began. He was used for sports mainly. But from time to time, his owner decided it was better to use him for something more fun. Soaking the fabric his body in his cum.
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Wanna know what type of comedy happens in my fanfic of Dad Gun?
Incorrect quotes
1.
Gun: sometimes I wonder how the hell I ended up here.
Daniel: ACHOO!
Gun: bless you DanDan.
Daniel: thanks dad.
2.
Gun: mind if I get excited for a little bit? Have any of you seen a grown man smile? *Smiles very creepily*
Everyone but goo and Daniel: *visibility shocked and sacred*
Gun: every time I show emotions, it disturbs a lot of you.
3.
Eli: which one of you was gonna tell me that Tea tastes different if you put it into hot water?
Olly: you're putting it in... COLD WATER?!
Jake: ELI. ANSWER THE QUESTION ELI.
Eli: yeah? I thought for like 5 years that people just put it into hot water to speed up the TEA-IFFICATION process, didn't realize there was an actual reason.
Olly: YOU DON'T HAVE THE PATIENCE TO BOIL WATER IN THE MICROWAVE FOR 3 MINUTES!?
Johan: WHY. ARE YOU. BOILING IT. IN THE MICROWAVE.
Olly: DO YOU THINK I HAVE THE PATIENCE TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON A STOVE!?
Johan: it. takes. LESS. THAN A MINUTE.
Olly: BESTIE IS YOUR STOVETOP POWERED UP BY THE F-CKING SUN?!
Johan: HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON A STOVE!?
Olly: LIKE 7 MINUTES!
Samuel: JUST STICK THE MUG ON TOP OF THE STOVE ON MEDIUM HEAT. AND IT BOILS IN LIKE 2 MINUTES, LESS THAN THAT AND YOU USE A SAUCE PAN!
Daniel: *laughing at the drama, somehow he knows how to make tea* YOU'RE PUTTING THE WHOLE MUG ON THE STOVE?! ON MEDIUM HEAT?! ... Your stove is enchanted!
Goo: every single person in this room is a f-cking lunatic.
Gun: DO NONE OF YOU OWN A F-CKING KETTLE?! (Gun an expert Japanese man who loves tea more thsn himself, legit KNOWS how to make tea)
4.
Gun: ... How the hell did I get here.
*the four major crew legit Reeking chaos in his f-cking household*
Daniel: ... I THINK I'm the cause of all this.
5.
Goo: I'm sometimes asked how I'm associated with Gun so often. To the point I just pull out a Marriage certificate, and shut them the hell up.
Olly: hold that sh-t up, you're married to Gun...?
Goo: see what I mean?
6.
Jake: someone told me not to piss off Daniel. What's he gonna do with his short a— kick me in the knee?
Jake: HEY DANNY!
Daniel: oh hey Seonbae what's up-
Jake: *legit pushes Daniel*
Daniel: ...
...
Eli: I'm back- whoa. What the actual f-ck happened here.
Johan: Daniel is beating up Jake, and is kicking his knee and breaking his ankles.
Samuel: what? Why?
Johan: Jake thought Daniel couldn't do sh-t because of Daniel's height.
Olly: Gun would be proud.
7.
Daniel: GUY'S A BOMB IS ON THE TRAIN!
Goo/Jake: OBAMA'S ON THE TRAIN?!
Daniel: NO A BOMB!
Goo: oh good I f-cking hate Obama but I'm not racist or anything.
Jake: I am(joke)
8.
Zack: I'll fight off bad guys and earn money from it! Then I'll become FILTHY RICH HAHAHAH-
Daniel:(you know... It's kind of sad how I'm living most of his life for him...)
9.
Jace: so what's this game about?
Vasco: is about an assistant detective who works as a Gumshoe to help Zack Lee solve a case.
Eli: why Zack Lee?
Vasco: I do not know.
Jace & Daniel: (so it's a fantasy game)
10.
Gun: IM BRINGING. YOU WITH ME. TO GO OUT. SHOPPING. FOR FOOD. *Olly is in trouble but we don't know what trouble*
Olly: I'm not hungry anymore! I have Cupcakes hidden under my bed!*Olly sleeps on the floor in Gun's house, on the floor with Samuel, so where the hell is he hiding his cupcakes.*
11.
Daniel: ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS!
Olly: IF SHE BREATHES. SHE THOOOOOOO-
12.
Jay: ...(in every family there's the older brother, who has problems but won't talk about it.)
Kitae: hi...!
Jay: ... (The girl who's desperate for a boyfriend)
Joy: HELLO!!! HI!!!
Jay: ... (And the gay Mysterious awkward socially isolated member of the family)
Jay: ... (Oh wait that's me.)
13.
Eugene: STOP LEACHING OFF MY MONEY!
Beakgyeol: (you were broke until I came...)
14.
Samuel: ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU CAN BE ANNOYING SOMETIMES!!! sigh... I'll be in the dinning room.
Jake: WAIT!
Daniel: (there they go again...)
Johan: I think they broke up... *Whispering*
15.
Gun: which is fine because you're a thief anyways, first peoples limbs and now a stupid video game.
Dg: ...!?
16.
Random woman working as a hotel register: here you go sir. When you leave please return this back to me.
*room number 96*
Johan: huh. It's almost my favorite number.
17.
Goo: so do you have anything?
Jake: if I had I wouldn't be the one calling you! So sadly I legit have no clue on how to help take down the 1st affiliate.
Goo: no. You must have something.
Jake: haah...??????
Goo: and you're taking it to me. *Has a voice recorder out,*
Jake: what are you saying-
"WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YA DOING TO MY SAMUEL!"
Jake: ... YOU PROMISED TO DELETE THAT!
Goo: *professional blackmailing b-tch*
18.
Crystal: DG! Look at this mess! No wonder you haven't gotten any work done! This place is like a pigs Isle!
19.
Gun: that was some good coffee baby! I'd get another but I'm too damn lazy.
20.
Daniel: I'm going to search what Slay means.
Daniel: *saw the meaning of slay* WUHA, I PROMISE YOU ALL I DO NOT SLAY.
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Duke had tried everything to get a good grade to keep his athletic scholarship. Admittedly, he hadn't done a lot, but in his head he had already convinced himself it was someone else's fault.
He enjoyed the campus life, with the parties and the girls, but he found the lessons boring. If he focussed, he could actually understand the stuff, but who had the time?
One night at a party, where everyone had too much of whatever, he had heard some graduate student talk about a 'hypnotic device' that could rewire a person's brain to believe anything. At the time, it had meant nothing.
Duke looked at the device in his hand. He had liberated it from the college lab, and applied his steady intellect to figure out how it worked.
First off, it was obviously meant to be worn on the head - it had a band and straps that suggested a wrestling helmet or something. Attached to that was a small device that looked like a transistor radio. It had a red button that was labelled 'record' and a green button labelled 'play'.
"So," Duke reasoned, "You record your instructions in the here, then put it on someone's head and press the play button, and they get their instructions rewritten!"
But looking at the cord that connected the two pieces, he wondered how you convinced someone to put it on and sit still while you played with wires and such.
Then, in a flash of inspiration, he realised that you didn't put it on the victim, but rather wore it yourself. Then, when the play button was pushed, the instructions must beam out from the helmet like a ray, as he had seen in many comics and science fiction movies.
Pleased with his powers of deduction, he arranged the helmet on his head, while he thought about what he wanted to do.
His biggest obstacle was that nerd, Oliver, who was the teaching assistant who marked all the papers for the Prof. If he could get him to just give 'A's' all the time, Duke's problems would be solved. Then Duke was stuck - how did he go about that? Just record "You must give Duke and 'A' on every test? Could that backfire?
The best thing would be if the nerd did it voluntarily, like helping Duke cheat. That way, he could keep an eye out for problems, or slip Duke some answers now and then. Hell, Duke had had girlfriends who would do anything for him just to sit at the same table for lunch. If only Oliver was a girl, then he could convince him to help out of lust.
Another flash of inspiration hit him so hard he actually laughed. Everyone suspected the little dude was gay, so why not make him fall madly in love with Duke? Duke didn't have to do anything gay himself, just an occassional smile and Oliver would bend over backwards to see he got the best grades.
So Duke recorded his instructions.
"You will fall madly in love with the man you see in front of you. You will do anything to please him and make him happy. You will do anything he wants, and do everything you possibly can to help him succeed."
Duke didn't want to go too far. He had no idea how much you could record, or how long it would take to work.
The next step was to find an isolated place with no witnesses so he could beam his instructions and then sit back and reap the rewards.
He waited at the back of the faculty offices and was lucky enough to spot Oliver walking out, briefcase under his arm. Duke followed him, feeling conspicuous with the helmet and wires on his head. Oliver turned the corner and Duke was ready with the 'Play' button.
On pressing it, he expected a beam of light or something to flash out and hit the nerd. Instead, he felt his scalp start to tingle, and then a strong wave of dizziness. The helmet was broadcasting outwards, it was blasting into his brain. He tried to raise his arms to pull the device off, but his body seemed to be frozen by the pounding of new information into his head.
It finally stopped, and Duke weakly removed the helmet and dropped it and the recorder to the ground, smashing it in the process.
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Being Benoit Blanc's assistant on a big case headcanons
A/N: Aka being the Watson to Benoit's Sherlock. I'm gonna keep writing headcanons until I have the motivation to write a one-shot. Also x male reader bc Benoit is gay as hell (& I love it)
When you entered Benoit's office for the interview he had to hold back from immediately saying "You're hired." He found himself spacing out a bit, thinking about how adorable you looked when you would ramble about your work history or even just the ride here.
Your first day ended up being the start of a huge case. You thought Benoit was babying you, maybe he was. But he didn't intend to make you feel lesser he got worried with how violent the murder was, so much so that he was afraid you'd get hurt.
When he interviewed each of the family members he had you sit behind him & take notes, making sure to put distance between any possible suspects & you.
The moment the last family member leaves the interview room Benoit turns to you with an excited grin on his face, ready to share theories.
"What do you think about this bunch, Y/N?"
"Hmm, good theory. I didn't think about that one. It's a good thing I have you here, Y/N."
Small note: He loves to say your name, it makes him so happy. Any chance he gets he will use it.
When a fight erupts between the family members he stands in front of you & instinctively grabs your arm/hand.
He ends up ranting to you about being unable to find the "key piece that's missing" & when you lay everything out for him he gets the silly little aha moment.
"Y/N, you did it! Lord, you are so intelligent! How I get so lucky as to work with you?" He yells as he pulls you into a hug, "I'm sorry, I got excited."
"Don't apologize," you pull him right back into a hug & hold him tightly.
You have to point out the dumb clues to him because he is terrible with dumb stuff. It has you absolutely awestruck when he finds some clues though, like solving a puzzle to open a door to a secret room. I swear these things only happen in movies but Benoit manages to find them.
When he pulls a cigar out to smoke, you take it from his mouth & take a breath of smoke. You might not be a smoker but at this rate, you've caught on to him having feelings for you & would kill to see this detective flustered.
Short story, it works.
Long story, he mutters out some southern curses under his breath. He looks up to you as you hand him the cigar back, pink dusting his cheeks & you do your best to repress a smile.
From then on he has a little more pep in his step, constantly telling himself you like him too.
Bonus:
If you do not have a suit Benoit will lend you one of his, you have to look dapper on the job to match your boss.
Bonus points if it's slightly oversized, Benoit would lose his mind.
At that, he's already losing his mind seeing you in his clothes. He has to fight to keep his eyes off you. Whenever your taking notes behind him he finds any opportunity to turn around, look you up & down, & say, "Did you get that, Y/N?" To which, after multiple times you can't help but laugh out of either annoyance or infatuation & breathe out, "Yes, Benoit, I did get that."
If one of the family members or especially suspects takes a jab at you (verbally) he will most definitely go off on them.
A/N: I'm totally going to make a one-shot where the reader gets hurt on the job & Benoit loses his shit!
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Idc he's hot 💛💚
Summary: After months of listening to Rhea and Dom, the reader snaps and leaves Judgement Day. Lucky for her, Jordan is an old friend and more than willing to assist with her new problem.
Raw is about to go on air and Judgement Day is all grouped up backstage.
"I think that Dom and I are gonna start the show." Rhea grins to herself. Dominick hanging off her shoulder.
"Oh, what a surprise!" You mumble under your breath from next to Finn.
Finn nudges you gently on the shoulder, warning you not to start something. But Rhea managed to hear your little comment. "What was that, Y/N?" She asks you with a raised brow.
"Nothing." You reply dryly. "Have fun out there." You fake a smile.
Rhea stares down at you for a moment through her thick false lashes but does not say anything else. She walks off and beckons Dominick to follow her.
Once Rhea and Doninick are gone, Finn turns to you with a stern look on his face. "Really, Y/N?" He scolds you.
"What?" You huff. "I'm right, aren't I?" You defend yourself. "Just because she's a champ doesn't mean she's got to act all high and mighty."
"Just, don't start anything with Rhea, Y/N. Please." Finn begs you.
You roll your eyes at your best friend but give in to his demand and nod. "Yeah yeah." You grumble.
Rhea and Dominick come back through the curtain a few minutes later after both of them managed to stir the pot and get Dom booked for a match. They walk over to you, Finn and Damien grinning at themselves.
"Now that'a how you open a show." Rhea laughs with Dominick.
"Yeah, being bitchy and entitled to the crowd until someone wants to come out and finally shut you up. Real original." You just can't help yourself.
Finn clenches his jaw next to you and rubs his forehead. He knows a fight can't be far out, now.
"What was that?" Rhea glares at you with a hand on her hip.
"Yeah! You can't talk to Mami like that." Dominick steps in.
You roll your eyes and shoot daggers at Dominick. "Fuck, you are so annoying!" You sneer at him. "Are you even capable of doing anything but dickriding Rhea like your life depends on it?!"
"Hey!" Rhea steps in.
"And you! God, I cannot stand you!" You point a finger at her. "We get it! You're every teenage boys and gay girl's fantasy woman! No one cares! Try getting an actual personality and fans that aren't horny teenage boys!" You fume.
The room falls silent as you and Rhea size one another up. Rhea goes to speak up finally, but you stop her. "Don't!" You warn Rhea. "I'm sorry, Finn. I love you, but I can't spend another second pretending to care about those two. I'm out!" You turn sharply on your heel and dismiss yourself.
You storm out of the backstage area fuming to yourself. People duck out of the way as they see you coming down the hall. But one person doesn't budge when you cross his path. Finn's old protege, JD McDonagh. Aka Jordan Devlin.
"Woah, who are you headed out to kill?" Jordan puts a hand out in front of him and stops you from advancing down the hallway.
"I'm not in the mood, Jordan!" You growl.
Jordan chuckles but doesn't budge. "Well, I can see that." He chuckles. "Where's Finn at? Or the rest of your crew?" He asks you.
"Ugh, don't even get me started." You seethe. "If I have to hear about Rhea or that idiot Dominick again I swear I'm gonna lose it." You grit your teeth.
"That so?" Jordan replies. "Hell, say the word, darling. I'll head over and kick some manner into Ol' Dominick's ass right now." He suggests.
You shake your head, finally coming down from your outburst. "If I wanted that idiot's ass kicked, I'd do it myself, Jordan." You insist.
"Fair enough." Jordan nods. "You can always hang out with me tonight, darling. I'd love your company tonight if you're not hanging with Finn and the crew." He offers.
You think for a moment. The idea of hanging out with Jordan again doesn't sound terrible. The two of you used to hang out often back when Finn was still training him.
"I guess hanging out with you might not be so bad." You tease Jordan with a sly smile. "So, what's up? Got any plans for tonight?" You ask him.
"I've got one that you might like, yeah." Jordan nods and slings a casual arm over your shoulder. "I'm sure that you're aware that your bestie Rhea got Dom scheduled for a match tonight?"
You nod and turn your head to face Jordan as the two of you walk. "No, you didn't." You are quick to realize what Jordan is implying.
"Oh, but I did, darlin'." Jordan nods with a mischievous grin.
"No way!" You laugh. "Oh, this is perfect!" You clap your hands together. "I could kiss you right now, Devlin!"
Jordan laughs with you and holds his arms open with an inviting smile. "Lay one on me then, darlin'." He offers.
"I was kidding." You roll your eyes with a playful giggle. "Maybe if you win though." You tease him.
"Against Dominick Mysterio? Easy." Jordan scoffs confidently. "Come on. Let's go score ourselves an easy win for me and some sweet revenge for you."
You and Jordan head down to the curtain. Dominick is already out in the ring with Rhea at his side. And neither of them has any idea what's about to happen to them.
Jordan's music hits and he heads through the curtain. You wait a few seconds so he can get his full entrance done before you head out and shock the crowd.
You lock eyes with Rhea as you make your way to Jordan's side and he slings his arm around you again. She stares daggers at you and you return the look of disdain. Dominick is a little surprised to see you with Jordan. But one whisper from Rhea and he's ready to go.
"Go kick his ass." You offer Jordan a last word of encouragement before he climbs into the ring.
The match begins and you stalk around the ring to where the commentary table is. Rhea sneers at you as you pass her, but you just keep on walking.
"Y/N! This is certainly a surprise." Corey greets you when you walk over to his side of the table. "Tell us, why exactly are you out here with JD Mconagh instead of your Judgement Day colleges?" He asks you.
"I am no longer affiliated in any way with Judgement Day, Corey." You explain with a smile. "I joined Judgement Day when it was a group for people that wanted to be dominant and on top." You add. "Not some rat tag group of wannabes and glorified social media stars."
Rhea turns around when she hears your statement. The two of you stare at one another for a moment before you casually go back to chatting with Corey. You voice your displeasure that Finn won't be joining you. But besides that, you show no remorse for your prompt exit from the group.
Around the end of the match, Rhea takes it upon herself to help Dominick out so he can pull a win. But you are there just in time to stop her.
"Why don't we let mister Latino Heat, handle this himself, Rhea." You stand directly in her path.
"Ha! You think that I'm scared of you?" Rhea laughs.
You stand your ground with a cool smile on your face. "I know you are." You grin at her. "You're scared of me, Rhea because I have the one thing that all those other girls didn't. A partner."
The bell rings again and Rhea's head snaps to the ring just in time to see Jordan's hand being raised. You laugh as she fumes and slip into the ring and over to Jordan's side.
"Nice work, distracting Rhea for me." Jordan grins as you raise his hand in victory.
"My pleasure." You grin at Rhea outside the ring with Dominick. "You won. So lay one on me, ace." You tap your lips gently.
Jordan cracks a larger-than-life grin. "Yes, ma'am." He wastes no time and you find yourself in a dip before Jordan's lips are on yours.
#wrestling#wwe fandom#wwe fanfiction#jordan devlin#jd mcdonagh#the judgement day#rhea ripley#dominick mysterio#monday night raw#finn balor#wwe x reader#x reader
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Hello! Could I please request Hanzo's first time with his s/o? Either a fic or headcanons are fine :) Thank you in advance and have a nice day!
Hanzo S/o's first time (NSFW)
Minors DNI 18+
Hanzo is a cautious man; he always keeps checking with his s/o if they're sure about getting intimate with him
He goes slow, he gives the impression that you're able to back out at any time and he does not want to rush things
He strikes me as a missionary position kind of guy
Hanzo wants to see you, he most definitely wants to feel you
He's slow with the fore play and tries not to overwhelm you
His fingering is on another level entirely considering he's an archer, he knows where to curl those digits.
He'll make you come at least once with foreplay alone before prepping himself to enter you
Hanzo will check with you again just to make sure.
He's nervous as all hell, but he collects himself to make sure you also don't freakout
Don't fret love, I'm here he leaves kisses over your face and holds your hand in his larger one If you want me to stop, just say the word
you shake your head, and motion for him to continue
Hanzo pushes himself into you and while it hurts a little, he's doing what he can to soothe you you're doing so good for me; you feel so good
He really has to hold himself back and pace himself, even when he makes it to the hilt. He waits for you to adjust and tell him to move.
From there Hanzo really goes down on you, cradling your face in one hand and drags the other one down to assist with running across the clit.
This has you spasming and at first, he thought you were in pain, but he waited a little and noticed you were enjoying yourself.
Hanzo picks up the pace and use both hands to plant firmly on the bed and thrust a little harder.
You're doing so well, feels amazing, you're beautiful Hanzo proceeds to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he pounds deep in you
You're getting quite close, and you let him know, he slows but goes down harder which has your toes curling and fingers clawing at his back.
You both come around the same time and he slows down and waits a while before he pulls out of you.
Hanzo doesn't hesitate to tell you how wonderful you held up and how great you were. He's worried he wasn't good enough, but you tell him otherwise.
He'll bring you a glass of water and massage your sore limbs, so you don't feel it too bad the next morning.
After some relaxing after care, he holds you close and together you two fall asleep.
A/N: I kinda don't write NSFW for men, it just feels weird for me as a gay woman, but here I am, hope y'all liked it! Felt kind of wholesome!
Requests: CLOSED
#hanzo shimada#hanzo imagines#hanzo x reader#overwatch imagine#overwatch2#overwatch#overwatch x reader
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Reunited - Eddie Munson x Male! Reader
Male! Reader, wanted to write a fic for my favorite freak of Hawkins High, fluffy shit, tooth rotting almost, takes places while he’s hiding and ya know a murder suspect, onto my gay induced coma because of this man
CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!
It’s been three days since Chrissy died in the living room of the Munson’s trailer. Three days since I had been able to actually talk to and do anything with my boyfriend. Eddie Munson was known as The Freak of Hawkins High, a crazy cultist with a group of misfits to follow him. But that’s not what he was to me, to me he’s compassionate, loving, maybe a little crazy, but he’s my boyfriend.
Of course it wasn’t widely acceptable to be gay, especially not in a small town in Indiana but who give a damn, I’m happy, Eddie’s happy, fuck the rest of them. However, being his boyfriend did leave me in a rather strange situation at the moment. Ed’s was off hiding somewhere, but I was being questioned by the police, tracked down by Jason and his team, and I had four kids constantly calling my name through a walkie for assistance.
All I wanted was to be in my bed with Eddie and a couple movies playing while we both chilled and ate whatever the hell we wanted for as long as we could. But for the time being I had caught a break from everything. The cops had left my place to move onto the next person that might know where Eddie is and I could take a second to breathe. Flopping onto my bed I grabbed one of my pillows and began to scream into it.
“GOD DAMMIT I‘M TIRED OF THIS CRAZY TOWN’S BULLSHIT AND ALL THE PROBLEMS IT CAUSES! FUCKS SAKE!” Finishing my rage screaming I flipped onto my back and hugged the pillow to my chest. “Why can’t things go back to the way they were?” Feeling the tears well up in my eyes I almost let them slip down my cheeks before I heard it.
“(Y/n)! I know you have this walkie turned on so answer me dammit!” And there’s Dustin Henderson beckoning me to ask me more questions.
“What do you want, Henderson, I’m not in the mood.” He must’ve still had his finger on the button because there was some background noise that doesn’t normally come through on an empty channel.
“Good to know I’m not the only one pissed at these circumstances.” That wasn’t Dustin, it was Eddie! But how was he with Dustin if he was hiding somewhere?
“Dustin, either your balls dropped and you got more sarcastic or that was Eddie, so tell me which one it was.” I knew it had to be Ed’s but with how stressed I was lately there was some needed confirmation for me to trust it was really him.
“It was Eddie, that’s what I was going to say, we found him-“ Quickly cutting him off I asked, well, more forced a response out of him.
“Where the fuck are you, address, anything, now Henderson!” I was tired of not seeing my boyfriend, hell I would sprint to wherever he’s at just to hug Eddie.
“Jesus Christ we’re at 2121 Holland Rd.-“
“On my way.” Without even giving him the chance to say anything else I turn the walkie off and run out of the house, snagging my keys on the way out. Popping open the car door I slid in, threw the keys in the ignition and sped out of the driveway. The only benefit about Hawkins being so small is that you know where everywhere is so figuring out where they were at was a piece of cake. And of course the place Eddie holed himself up at was right on Lover’s Lake, I expect nothing less from him to go to places we hang out often.
Making it to the house I parked the car and grabbed my keys before sprinting into the house.
“Baby!! Baby where are you?!?! Eddie!! Please, it's me!” I was desperate at this point, all I wanted was to feel his arms around me and take in his scent. Stepping onto the back porch I sighed, they lied to me, why would they lie to me? Glancing over the lake I noticed a boathouse not far from the place I was in right now, and there he was poking his head out the window, my freak of a boyfriend. The porch wasn’t quite over the lake so I hopped the side and rolled onto the ground running to the boathouse.
Slamming open the door my head turned rapidly on its own scanning every face in front of me before I saw his. The one person I wanted in the whole world, the only one that made me feel special and not like some crazy fairy. In a few broad steps I made it in front of him and wrapped my arms around his torso.
“I missed you so much, I thought you left or died or something stupid, please don’t just hide like that ever again, come to my place you know my windows always open.” My words were barely understandable with the tears in my voice. He clutched onto me, arms wrapping around me just as right as mine.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to go to your place and get you in trouble too.” He tried to explain but we both knew better. I looked into his eyes before speaking.
“We both know that me dating you is more than enough reason to be in trouble with the cops, especially now. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Letting my last few words out I pushed my lips onto Eddie’s with such force he had to step back to make sure he didn’t fall. The kiss would’ve turned heated had the snot nosed kids behind us started gagging.
“How about you two get a room after we finish explaining Vecna and the upside down and the whole hell hole of this situation.” Dustin cut in and ruined our moment, pulling away I turned around in Eddie’s arms to glare at him.
“Then get talking Henderson because I have catch up to do myself.” I felt Eddie’s arms tighten around my middle as he buried his head into my neck, a smile creeped it’s way onto my face as I let Dustin start his explanation. I can’t wait for later.
#eddie munson x male reader#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie munson#stranger things#eddie stranger things#male reader#stranger things fanfiction#male reader fanfic
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What it’s like to date and be in a relationship with the MH guys
Summary: My headcanons on what I think it would be like to be in a relationship with Jay, Alex, Brian, and Tim.
Warnings: I will occasionally bring up the events of the Marble Hornets series with them so be aware of that, but for the most part this is just what I think they are like as your boyfriends. Mentions of death, grief and grieving, being stalked, and holding in trauma
Relationship: romantic
Author’s Snip: I know I said that I would have all the slenderverse guys together but I have a feeling that this is going to be a long one so I’m going to have them have respective posts.
Notes: Jay is canonically gay, this has been confirmed, if you do not identify as male/masc then you can skip his.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!
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Jay
I mentioned in my love language post that your relationship with him would be “low maintenance”
What I mean by that isn’t that it hardly feels like your in a relationship but rather that being in a relationship with him is just easy and simple
You guys’ dates mostly consist of just having movie nights and over all just being in each others company
I did say his love language was quality time after all
He’s not a pda kind of guy
He’ll hold your hand and maybe steal a few loving glances while in public but he’s not all over you, however when in private he will hold you close a little and have the occasional cuddle and kisses
You two are near each other all the time tho
Wherever Jay goes, you go, and vice versa
It’s not like a dependency or that dramatic ass “I CAN’T STAND NOT BEING WITH YOU!” thing
You and him just straight up follow each other around cause why not?
The whole group is used to you being with Jay all the time and welcome it since they think you’re cool
They actually think it’s weird when you aren’t together cause they’ve gotten so used to it
(w/ MH events)
If we wanna add in the events of the MH channel, you are probably right next to him in his pursuit of answers on what happened to Alex and what the hell his going on
Why wouldn’t you? You knew Alex too and saw his change in behaviors and decline before running away. Also, why not support your boyfriend in this weird little escapade?
Once shit gets heavy and you have to deal with two masked stalkers, a faceless monster, and the person you were looking for trying to kill you, Jay feels awful
He brought you into the line of danger
He honestly cares more that you’re in danger rather than the fact that he’s in danger
When he died you were obviously devastated and in shambles
He probably didn’t tell you where he was going because he knew it was dangerous and didn’t want you to get hurt anymore, he wanted you to be safe for once
It was a stupid idea of him to even go there at all, but I guess he loved you enough to keep you safe from something that he felt could be the most dangerous thing of all
Alex
He’s a really sweet guy
Have you seen him pre-MH? He looks like a sweetheart
Not in that “uwu he baby” way but he just looks really sweet
I also hc that his love language is quality time but he actually wants to take you places and actually do stuff rather than just watch movies
I mean, you do watch a lot of movies but it’s not as simple as it would be with Jay
He talks all about his latest projects with you because film is his passion and he wants to be a filmmaker, so he’s gonna talk about it. Listen you him ramble, please. It lets him know that you care about his passions and are supportive of him
He doesn’t want you to constantly be around him, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to be around you, but sometimes he just can’t find an excuse to have you with him all the time
He would like to but, like, honestly, what are you really gonna do on a film set other than play assistant?
And his assistant you are not
He’s probably such dork, he looks like one and always has (/lh)
You have dork for a boyfriend
(w/ the events of MH)
If you were dating while the og Marble Hornets was being filmed then you probably noticed his change pretty early if not first to notice
Your little dates and hangouts get less and less and even when you do, there’s something off about him
At first you think like everyone else and assume that Marble Hornets is putting a lot of stress on him. He’s probably ranted about all the things going wrong on set
But then he gets worse and he just never comes to see you anymore
I’m gonna say that you weren’t infected with operator or showed no signs at all and so he leaves you alone
He probably sent you a break up text basically just saying that somethings have happened and that you guys aren’t going to work out anymore and then just disappears off the face of the planet with not farther explanation
It’s not you, it’s him, he didn’t wanna get you infected and needing to do what he thought was ‘helping’
Jay probably asked you what Alex said to you before he left once he starts the channel but you only tell him what you know
You were pretty much in the dark about what he was seeing and going through
Brian
Boyfriend material, absolute boyfriend material
I don’t wanna pull the golden retriever boyfriend card but...
Look at him
I have no choice
Dude, dude, he loves you
He’s a very affectionate guy and he’s not shy to have some pda
If he wants to hold you and kiss you, he’s gonna hold and kiss you
I hope you like physical affection, because that’s his love language
He also says “I love you” and compliments you all the time
All the damn time
If you are very feeling bad about something or yourself, give him a call or have him come over. All that sadness is gone!
Love is stored in the Brian
Brian is a very friendly guy and gets along with everyone along with being pretty cool, so if anyone is being rude to you, he’ll kindly tell them to knock it off
But if someone is a complete asshole, oh boy, he’s gonna lay it down and tell them to get the fuck out of there with their bullshit attitude
No one is mean to his loved ones, especially his partner
(w/ events of MH)
If I’m correct, in the series, its mentioned that he just went missing and he stayed missing since no one knew he was Hoodie the entire time
When he went missing, you got worried sick
It’s not like him at all to just vanish without saying anything to anyone, especially you
You just hold onto hope that he’ll show back up and everything will be fine
You honestly wouldn’t even ask questions, you would just be happy to have your boyfriend back home safe
He does stalk you a bit as Hoodie, but he never lets you see him
Ever
He also doesn’t “check on you” as often either
He doesn’t want to rope you into the massive mess he’s in and put you in harms way so he just watches you from an even farther distance than he does with Jay and Tim and Alex
He also doesn’t wanna scare you either so he doesn’t do it as much
He just wants to watch over you and make sure you’re safe form all of this
You obviously never get to know whatever happened to him
But I guess it’s lucky of you to live unaware
Tim
He looks so brooding and like he doesn’t want anyone to talk to him
But like, if you look at him when he’s not going through all nine rings of hell and then some, he’s just an awkward and shy person
But in a cute way
Idk but the fact that he’s kinda awkward makes him cute and charming in a way
I’ve mentioned that you’re probably the first serious relationship he’s been in if not his first relationship at all, so he kinda doesn’t really know what to do
Your dates are mostly late night drives around town and maybe going to an occasional hangout stop or go see a movie rather than an actual “proper” date
If you wanna go eat somewhere he’s fine with that but closed spaces with lots of people kinda make him a little nervous, plus he seems like he enjoys more quiet things with you
The quiet lets him and you focus on each other and that makes the date more special to him
He’s a little bit scared to integrate physical affection at first and still occasionally is, but once you let him know that you are open for him the be affectionate like that then he feels comfortable
Pda makes him nervous since he doesn’t like drawing attention to himself very much but he’ll hold your hand
One small form of pda that he’s okay with and actually loves is when you guys are sitting close together and you put your head on his shoulder
He can’t explain why but it just makes him happy
In private, he likes to cuddle with you
He doesn’t really care if he’s big or little spoon
But sometimes when he’s having a rough patch or moment, he prefers to be little spoon but won’t mention it
He very clearly/obviously went through stuff in his past and he has some baggage from it that he can’t let go
Help him with that
You don’t need to be his therapist or anything like that
Just, give him some reassurance that you’re here for him and that he can be vocal about the things he went through and how he feels
(w/ events of MH)
I’m gonna format this that you and him get together after everything that happens
I honestly think that Tim genuinely became a hermit and never made many close connections with anyone other than Jessica
But I guess you found a way
He’s scared, really scared
He’s terrified of passing his disease onto you
He’d obviously never tell you everything about what happened or either doesn’t say anything at all
The most he’ll say is that in his past a lot of the people that he loved and cared about ended up getting hurt because of him
He has such awful survivor’s guilt and is holding in so much
You might not know everything but it means a lot to him that you’re there and there for him
Sometimes when he’s having a rough night, he either calls you asking you to come over or if he can come over
Say yes
You’re the only form of comfort he has outside of therapist’s office
Tell him that he’s okay and that you’re okay
#slenderverse#marble hornets#mh tim#mh brian#mh alex#mh jay#alex kralie#brian thomas#jay merrick#tim wright#marble hornets x reader#slenderverse x reader#mh brian x reader#mh jay x reader#mh tim x reader#mh alex x reader#x reader scenario
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For the NDA dodging AMA :P
Favorite movie to work on?
Least favorite movie to work on?
Ever see something and go "wow this is not going to go the way they think it is going to" and then were right?
Do you go to the theater and watch ones you work on?
Have you ever created something that looked incredibly cool and then never been able to replicate it?
What part of the work do you enjoy the most?
Silliest thing you've ever seen on set?
Do you feel that the work has given you a unique perspective when it comes to watching movies?
Was there anything that was an utter chore when you started out that you've come to enjoy?
What's the dumbest thing you've watched an actor do?
Favorite movie to work on?
Type of movie? Horror.
Movie itself? There was a film about a gay guy that was amazing to work on. The crew was just really tight, and we got everything done well. Only set I’ve ever been on where we wrapped on time every night. The actors were so much fun to work with, and it was just all around a good time.
Least favorite movie to work on?
Type of movie- Anything boring make-up wise. Slice of life. Romcom. Especially gigs with a lot of wig work.
Movie itself- Ugh there was a movie that would have otherwise been fun but there was an oscar winning actress and she thought it gave her the right to be a terror; Screaming at every single crew member she could see, deciding what she wanted to do in scenes with or without the script or director approval.
I was the only crew member she liked, which was somehow worse because I spent the entire time wondering when it was going to end.
On the last day of filming she randomly decided she wasn’t going to get fx makeup. (Ageing. And it was a continuing scene from the day before where she had aging makeup.) Got to go home early and miss what was apparently the overnight from hell by all accounts.
Ever see something and go "wow this is not going to go the way they think it is going to" and then were right?
Oh hell yeah. Several times. It’s luckily usually simple things like asking for a specific effect and trying to explain to them why it isn’t gonna work the way they want. “I want silicone prosthetics.” “I absolutely promise you, you don’t.”
Do you go to the theater and watch ones you work on?
I do sometimes. Sometimes I catch it streaming at home if it’s something I’m not too into. There are two films that were just such a misery to work on that I still haven’t seen, and I feel bad because one was a film directed by a friend of mine, and I just can’t bring myself to watch it.
Have you ever created something that looked incredibly cool and then never been able to replicate it?
Luckily no, I’m pretty good at replicating my results. Though there are a few looks that were just so cool and I’ll never have the excuse to make/do again. There is an alien that took weeks of prep, lifecasts, sculpts, molds, silicone. We used it a single night, a couple hours, and never again. Worth it but~
What part of the work do you enjoy the most?
The reveal. Having someone walk in to see your work and visibly gag. That little involuntary gasp when you see it. I live for that moment.
Silliest thing you've ever seen on set?
Picture us filming on a closed road at the top of a hill in semi-rural farmland. It’s 2am. The supporting actress has a fit and storms off set dramatically. She walks angrily down the hill and into a cornfield where she promptly fucks off in a random direction with no plan.
Director sighs and says “I’ll talk to her.” and follows into the cornfield, making a guess, and heading off in an entirely different direction.
Both of them promptly get lost. There is no cell service. Neither of them have a radio.
We’re all on top of the hill, looking down, watching the stalks shake in the two places both of them have now begun to wander in circles. Cop overseeing the road closure is just like “Uh… should we go help them?” and the assistant director flatly staring after them was like “No. Just let them go.”
They spent like thirty minutes before they found each other and then another half hour finding their way back to the road like a quarter mile down.
That night at 5am when the director insists we’re going into overtime because they didn’t finish the shotlist the Assistant Director told him we’re wrapping on time or she quits. Was a great film to work. (sarcasm)
Do you feel that the work has given you a unique perspective when it comes to watching movies?
For sure. Just thinking about how shots are done. When there is a low tech blood gag, I wonder where the fx artist is hiding in-scene. When a wig is terrible I can guess what happened. When a stunt is done, I think about what goes into doing it.
It also changes my perspective on how much of a performance is the actor vs. the director.
And of course I’m constantly judging everyone’s makeup and prop work, haha.
Every once in a while a film or tv show sucks me in enough I completely miss any of those details and I can just live in the moment.
Was there anything that was an utter chore when you started out that you've come to enjoy?
Painting silicone flesh. 7-9 layers of airbrushed colors go onto a piece of “skin”, like a severed hand, each having to dry and cure in-between sprays. And the layers are somewhat finicky to get right. I’ve come to appreciate the process.
What's the dumbest thing you've watched an actor do?
Excluding corn field? I had an actor who hated “goop on his face”. Which just meant he hated any type of make-up other than powder on his face, and barely was chill with that. (He’d take it, he just didn’t like it.)
Luckily he had great skin and we could get away with just powder. Got through morning 1 makeup, it came out great, and we were like “Awesome. No goop on the face until the scenes we have to do after the car accident.”
Halfway through day 1 he saw a maglite on the top of a basement shelf, decided he wanted to fuck with it, jumped up to knock it down, brought it down right on his face and gave himself a black eye.
Congratulations my man, you get goop on your face every day now.
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Chapter 3: Laughter
Summary: Stan needs tutoring and Pete is just the guy to get forced in to it. However, maybe Stan and Pete have met before under different circumstances.
Word Count: 959
Characters: Stan Marsh | Toolshed, Pete Thelman, XXXXXXX XXXXXXX | Asathoth
Previous: [Encounter] | [Oddity]
A/N: This is actually just for me now… I’m too invested to stop. With any luck this might get off the ground.
Stan groaned. One of the greatest heroes in the city, and he still has to take a bullshit language arts class. Sure he was barely passing, but c’mon. Who actually needs to know how to write and analyse poetry? He sighed and stared out the window at the city skyline. It was pretty, almost dreamlike how the clouds could seem to play between the buildings and the soft blues fought against industrial greys and whites. The few spots of green made a strange little world where industry and nature met and clashed. Industry tore down forests and robbed nature of everything, then nature would crack the sidewalks with roots and grow ivy over buildings. This constant fight to-
“Mr. Marsh! Would you care to tell the class your thoughts on the meaning of the second quatrain?” The teacher’s voice cut through Stan’s daydream.
“Uh..the hell is a quad-train?” Stan said, still a bit disoriented.
The teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Mr. Marsh, if you can’t focus you will not prosper in my class.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Stan shrugged. He didn’t really know what to say, in this situation. He had a few choice words in mind but his mom would kill him for saying them.
The rest of the class seemed to drag on like molasses in an hour-glass. This damn sonnet was painfully boring and it was only worse that some disinterested high-schoolers had to give their thoughts on the deeper meaning. No one knew, no one cared. Eventually like a sweet mercy the bell finally rang and he could leave this child prison and just-
“Mr. Marsh, Mr. Thelman, please report to my desk.” The teacher tapped his pen on the desk as Stan and some goth weirdo walked up to his desk. “Mr. Marsh, your grade is falling in my class. I understand that poetry may not be your forte but you are required to pass to graduate. So, Mr.Marsh, meet your tutor.”
“Tutor?” Stan questioned
“What?! I have to deal with that jockey prep.. and get him to pass?!” The goth kid seemed utterly outraged at the prospect of dealing with a ‘prep’ as he called Stan.
“Mr. Thelman, control yourself. You wouldn't lose your scholarship, would you?” The teacher raised an eyebrow. Even for a shitty teacher, that’s just cruel.
“I- ugh. No.” The kid looked down, his face reading a lot of guilt.
“As I thought. Sessions will be Tuesdays and Thursdays in the library.” The teacher said with no room for argument “One hour, do try to focus, Mr.Marsh.”
“Okay, can I ask Michael to come?” The goth kid asked, slightly pleading.
“Oh, yes I recall him from last year, Mr. Acker. He would certainly be able to help, though he took the AP of my course.” The teacher huffed a short laugh “Yes, Mr. Acker can be of assistance.”
“It’s Tuesday today, do we have to go now?” Stan slightly groaned. He almost knew the response, but he didn’t want to hear it.
With that, the two boys were dismissed to their forcible tutoring session. Stan took the chance to actually size up this weird goth kid. The kid was extremely pale, a little shorter than Stan, and on the scrawny side, but not much. His hair was black and kinda greasy with bright red roots. He wore a frilly grey shirt, a bolo tie with a red gem, black jeans with a tentacle jeans chain, and some purple shoes. He certainly looked goth, that was no mistake, and.. was he wearing eyeliner? This guy has to be gay.
“So.. what’s your name.. Mr.Thelman?” Stan asked, wanting to break the silence a little.
“Why should I tell you?” The kid briefly glanced up from his phone, it seemed he was texting someone.
“Just.. curious. I’m Stan.” He shrugged a little and offered a small smile.
“... Pete.” Pete sighed and continued his texting. He seemed entirely disinterested.
“So, Pete, who are you texting?”
“A friend.”
“Which friend?”
“Michael.”
“Just trying to chat, that’s all. You’re really defensive.”
“I have my reasons.”
Stan proceeded through the tutoring. It was actually more interesting than he thought, cause they mostly taught him how to sound like knows what he’s doing without actually knowing shit. Though, in the back of his mind, he still wondered why Pete was so defensive and short with it. It was kinda eating at him in a weird way and-
As Stan tried to leave for the session he hit his face square into the metal door frame. He heard Pete laugh, which was actually kinda surprising that he was capable of laughter. His laugh was a good one though, it was hearty and kinda filled the room. When he turned back around he saw Michael cover his mouth with his hand and snicker.
“It’s not that funny.”
“Yes the fuck it is.” Pete bent over then, recomposed himself. “See you on Thursday, conformist.”
“You- you know my name!” Stan yelled after them.
It seemed like Stan was just off it today. He went to do patrol on an Omens call and saw Asathoth causing problems at a bank firm. He was doing fine, just fine, when he lost concentration for just a second and got hit in the face with a manual calculator. Asathoth seemed barely able to contain his laughter, as Toolshed struggled to get back up. That thing was the size of a typewriter. It hurts, damn it.
The asshole got away, but it left Stan to notice something, not just about the bullshit he had to live through. A voice changer could mask a lot, sure. However, the way that he kept his composure, the specific hand movements of it.. It was familiar.
#south park#fan fiction#fan fic#south park fanfiction#south park fanfic#the fractured but whole#south park superheros#stan#stan marsh#sp stan marsh#pete thelman#southpark pete#south park goth kids#south park toolshed#sp toolshed#series
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1/2We are at 4x02. He took a 30 minute break to call his ‘girls’ and came back with a ton of gossip. I am now wondering what kind of life he lives back home ngl. ‘Hit play! Lets get this party on the road!’ *starts dancing along to the intro* ‘oh i really fuck with this intro. Itd be better with more Brian and Justin but I’m willing to settle’ ‘SHANDA IS ALIVE! Oh poor baby, you will heal. And i will burn the world down to find those fuckers. Justin being friends with a drag queen makes sense…no offense Justin but that sandwich looks sad as fuck’ ‘THEYRE GOING TO THE FAIRY THING?! I WANNA GO TO!..what center? Is it that gay and lesbian center that supported that homophobe that covered up a gay mans murder? Because if so benny…it will happen again unfortunately.’ (I looked away for two seconds and he grabbed my face and squished it and turned it to the tv* LOOK AT BRIAN AND JUSTIN! Oh shit Brian is turning down jobs. So he’s not going solo? OH WAIT HE IS. Hell yeah THE BEYONCÉ OF THE GROUP!’ The fairy thing is happening ‘….i dont know what i imagined this would be but boy, was i wrong. *looks at me* what would my fairy name be?’ ‘Of course he immediately went to a sex shop. I feel so bad for him but we all gotta start somewhere. He’s gonna hate this though because of the whole noble thing’ ‘OH TED IS FINISHING REHAB! HELL YEAH BABE! You did it and im so happy for you. I love Blake, please dont let this be the last time i see him’ ‘ITS THE FEMALE BLONDIE! She IS SECRET AGENT! She wants to help Brian HAHA I KNEW I LIKED HER! *looks in amazement at Brian* Damn, he really looks good. YEAH BRIAN STEAL THE CLIENTS AND THE ASSISTANT. Okay this will sound weird but I really like his hair. He looks good poor.’ ‘Is the Team Brian shirt my fairy outfit? I need to figure out my name. They did Emmett dirty, he would’ve come up with a way better outfit. DUMPLING? I like it’ The center scene is up and it just showed Cody, please note this is the moment I officially start dying inside ‘HEY! My mom told me you cant whistle indoors cause its bad luck! Who’s he? I DONT LIKE THAT THEY KEEP SHOWING JUSTIN. This better not be this seasons Ethan. I dont like him. Get rid of him. Justin stop being impressed by stupidity..so his plan is to become the attacker?’ ‘Brian being a little shit to Ted.. feels like old times. (Brian does that up/cup thing) *starts pointing to the tv* UP! UP! I KNOW THAT!’ That scene with Ben and Hunter in the gym is on ‘Brian looking out for Hunter. What did i say about my uncle nephew duo?! I hope the boring doesnt rub off on Hunter’ ‘high alone in the woods dressed like a fairy? Emmett might be living my new fantasy. Of course the only friend he finds is some random old dude’ ‘ugh Bald Ad dude, go fuck yourself. BRIAN! go do your thing! Oh shit, thats fucking insane. DAMN BRIAN. I love that he knows the first ad is shit. I like this version of Brian, i fuck with this’ ‘Shanda baby, come on. (Justin says chicken is for lunch) damn. Him telling people off is kinda cool. HEY! Justin was a baby! He was a child! ITS FUCKED UP TO EXPECT HIM TO DO ANYTHING! He was a BABY!’ ‘BLAKEY! I really need him to be happy and healthy forever. I’m so happy for him’ and now the britin scene where Justin is drawing is on ‘Blondie, are you okay? his hand hurt- aw Brian to the rescue. Why does everyone keep forgetting that Brian was also at prom? This whole couple thingy they got going on this season, is *he makes a fist and smacks his chest twice and does like a pouty face(?)* making me emotional. HEY JUSTIN YOU WERENT A COWARD YOU WERE A CHILD! 18! Nobody expects an 18 year old to save the world’ Brian tells Justin how to get even ‘now that is a good advice. Im starting to realize that every advice he has, has something to do with education. Aw Brian is upset because his blondie is upset. SEE?! A COUPLE!’
I am so intrigued by your brother's life back home.
And yes, Justin being friends with a drag queen. I know we don't want to spoil anything about this for Brother but at some point you must tell him that Randy watches drag race.
The Fairy Gathering is real! My friend Jack went and has a fairy name and everything.
Your brother is right! Justin was a baby! He didn't owe anything to anyone after nearly being killed.
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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R.I.P., R.P.
In the late '70s, when I was in high school, I saw a production of Kennedy's Children at the Penn State/Behrend theatre. After the show the playwright, a hippie longhair type in bib overalls named Robert Patrick...
...gave a Q&A about life in New York's Off-Off-Broadway Theatre scene, of which he was a co-founder; he wrote prolifically for Caffe Cino and LaMama and other celebrated venues of the period. Kennedy's Children was his most famous play, premiering in London before opening on Broadway in 1975, where it won a Tony for star Shirley Knight.
I was already something of a theatre geek, but Patrick's talk made a big impression on me about the possibilities for doing theatre outside the mainstream, even though I didn't have the nerve to ask him a single question. A few years later, in the '80s, I was assistant director of another production of Kennedy's Children, and also appeared in it.
Decades after that, in mid-2021, I connected with Robert over Facebook. He was in his '80s and lived in L.A., in poverty, I think, but also in seemingly immense good cheer, still socializing, still walking and photographing his neighborhood, still performing with underground groups...
...and most certainly still writing. He seemed to devote himself mostly to pouring out poetry--witty, urbane, sophisticated, classically learned, allusive, ruefully romantic, gloriously rhymed poetry, posting large amounts of it almost every day. Sometimes he would post five or six poems at once, under the heading "Who Left the Poet On?"
The best of this stuff was, to me, stirringly beautiful, but as far as I know he never submitted it for publication, though I doubt I was the only person who urged him to. He was probably right that his style was too out of fashion for most bigtime rags these days, but I hoped that maybe his illustrious status as both a New York icon and a gay icon might persuade some of the big mags to make an exception and publish some poetry that was actually, you know, good.
In any case, I regularly commented and messaged Robert in the most effusive manner--quite sincerely, mind you; he may have been my favorite living American poet. And then, alas, Sunday I was jolted to learn that he was no longer a living American poet. He had a date for coffee with a friend, and when he didn't show the friend had the police do a welfare check on his apartment. They found that he had died in his sleep, at 85.
I'm more rattled by this passing than I would have expected. I realized that I had, for the last couple of years, nursed the daydream that I would stage Kennedy's Children or one of his other plays here in the Valley somewhere, and bring him out here to soak up some well-earned adulation. Like so many projects I think of, I wish I'd jumped on it a little sooner.
I can't claim that I really knew him, of course, but I spent a long time last night going through the many lengthy online chats I was lucky enough to have with him, discussing everything from the poetry of Catullus to the Oscars. I sent him a few of my own poems, about which he invariably gushed and even kindly posted a couple of them on his own page.
The Thursday before Easter I sent him a poem of mine called "A Prayer for Maundy Thursday," and on April 12 he wrote back to say that he read it ten times and found it "...more frightening with each reading. What a brave poem." I'm choosing to take that as praise; in any case the idea that Robert Patrick saw fit to read anything by me once, let alone ten times, is quite an If My 18 Year Old Self Could See Me Now sort of moment.
He then asked me if I had ever heard the story that Dante's neighbors called him "the man who's been to Hell." I replied that I hadn't heard that, and he asked "Do you think Milton's neighbors whispered about his trip to Eden?" This was his last message to me; I messaged that maybe Milton's neighbors thought that's why he was blind, but he never replied.
R.I.P., and peace and joy eternal on your own travels sir. Thank you for the encouragement, the example and all that abundant, exquisite verse.
#robert patrick playwright#kennedy's children#shirley knight#catullus#dante#john milton#off-off-broadway#caffe cino
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Unwrap My Heart / CHAPTER 1
Rating:
Mature
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Categories:
F/F
M/M
Fandom: Black Sails
Relationships:
Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton
Captain Flint | James McGraw & Eleanor Guthrie
Thomas Hamilton & Max
Miranda Barlow & Thomas Hamilton
Anne Bonny/"Calico" Jack Rackham
Captain Flint | James McGraw & "Calico" Jack Rackham
Anne Bonny & Captain Flint | James McGraw
Eleanor Guthrie/Max
Characters: Captain Flint | James McGraw Thomas Hamilton Max (Black Sails) Eleanor Guthrie Anne Bonny "Calico" Jack Rackham John Silver (Treasure Island) Miranda Barlow Alfred Hamilton
Additional Tags: Christmas Romance Canon Queer Relationship Gay Sex Holidays Books Alternate Universe - Bookstore Coffee Shops Christmas Shopping Christmas Party Christmas Fluff Christmas Tree Christmas Music Christmas Eve Fluff and Angst Angst with a Happy Ending Families of Choice
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While Max scanned the barcodes on the tickets and instructed the audience on where to sit, Thomas wondered where the bloody hell James McGraw could be.
His own British upbringing and accordant posh English accent flared up in moments like this that had him on edge and agitated. He kept his muttered utterances to a minimum so as not to spook those in attendance. It wasn’t easy.
“Please tell me your Thomas Hamilton,” a different British accent implored from behind him.
The dialect sounded coastal. Cornwall, perhaps? Thomas was a little rusty as he hadn’t been home to England in nearly two decades. Not that any of that mattered right now. He spun around to find himself face to face with a dashing ginger man with a neatly trimmed beard, who stood four inches shorter and wore an expectant look on his face. His lips quirked into a smile.
Not that Thomas was looking at his mouth.
He really wasn’t.
“I am,” he replied with a touch of haughtiness to make up for the relief that was flooding his system as he recognized the man before him. “Mr. McGraw, I presume?”
“Yes. Oh!” James McGraw held up one finger to indicate that he needed a second. He turned toward his assistant, a young blonde carrying a large black tote in the crook of her arm. She handed him, what? Thomas couldn't see as the other man’s body blocked his view. Then, James faced him once more with a huge grin cutting across his face as he held up a copy of his latest book, with the back of the cover towards Thomas displaying the author’s portrait. “My ticket. Just so there’s no confusion.”
It should have irked him horribly. He should have found the joke obnoxious, vanity writ large. Instead, Thomas was charmed by the humorous display and smiled warmly, even letting out a small chuckle.
“I thought perhaps you decided not to come,” he told James, whose cool blue eyes widened in horror.
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