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Crutchie and the Top Bunk

I keep seeing posts with people saying stuff like “If Crutchie couldn’t even come to the window, how was he on the top bunk Jack??????”

I dunno about you guys, but I imagine the reason might have something to do with the fact that Snyder is an abusive asshole who enjoys treating kids like crap.

I mean, think about it. Crutchie is practically dragged to the Refuge by his bad leg, where he gets roughed around some more by Snyder who keeps asking for information on the strike. Crutchie, of course, says nothing until Snyder decides to give his interrogation a rest for now. Crutchie is then stripped of any personal belongings and is told that he’ll be escorted to his bunk. He’s practically carried there by Snyder and another boy, he can hardly move after all. They get to the room, and looking around, there aren’t a lot of bunks open. There’s already at least three boys piled into each bed, and most of them don’t look eager to add another into their already crowded sleeping arrangements.

So Snyder decides to be a bit more horrible to the already suffering boy in hopes of making him give up the newsies plans and tells him he’ll be sleeping on one of the top bunks, to keep him “away from the vermin”.

And Crutchie’s face just goes really white as he realizes what’s actually happening, that he’s being punished further, but he doesn’t say anything because god knows Snyder doesn’t like “back talk”. So without a word, he limps over to the bunk and braces himself. Another boy, a bit taller than him, comes by to help. He doesn’t say a word, but he looks at Crutchie like he wishes he could do something. But instead, the boy boosts him up as quickly as he can so as to get it over with.

Crutchie nearly blacks out after he’s hoisted onto the top. His ribs and leg are screaming, his vision is blurry, and he wants to cry because Jack promised he’d never end up in a place as terrible as this and he doesn’t know how long he’s going to last. He hears Snyder over the ringing in his ears sneer something about being back to question him later, and how if anyone decides to take pity on the crippled boy and switch bunks with him they’ll find themselves sleeping in the cellar for a few weeks.

Crutchie sleeps fitfully after that, quick bouts of rest interrupted every time he shifts the wrong way and feels like he’s about to pass out from the pain. A day goes by, and the next evening he finds himself writing to Jack, though he has no idea how he’d even manage to deliver a letter from inside the Refuge. When he finishes, it’s back to trying his best to ignore the emptiness of his stomach and the aches from his wounds.

He cries out when somebody shakes his shoulder a few hours later, but stops when he’s told there’s a Jack Kelly at the window for him. In his excitement, Crutchie makes to climb down off the bunk and immediately regrets it when he suddenly can’t breathe. His vision tunnels, but amidst the pain he does catch a glimpse of a familiar face staring at him, horrified, through the metal bars of the window.

When he can manage to catch his breath and the intense throbbing in his leg dulls to an ache, Crutchie shakily retrieves his letter from the folds of his shirt, handing it off to the boy who’d helped him up during his first night. He watches Jack’s face as he’s told why Crutchie can’t come to the window, and feels a weight lift from his shoulders when the letter is pressed into Jack’s shaking hands. There’s a brief moment where Crutchie thinks Jack is going to read the letter right then and there, but thankfully he doesn’t, tucking it instead into his shirt pocket with care.

They make eye contact from across the room, both wishing they could be just a bit closer to the other. But in the end, there’s nothing either of them can do. Jack mouths “I’ll be back for ya’”, the tear tracks on his face glinting silver in the moonlight, and Crutchie smiles back as convincingly as he can and pretends just for a second that Jack really will be able to rescue him.

Then Jack drops out of sight from the window, and Crutchie breaks.

5

It was sisters first birthday party! (Happy Birthday Milan!) I wanted to be fun but still a grown up and this is what I came up with:

Off the shoulder ribbed top: ASOS Curve
Tutu skirt in blush: Society Plus
Leather Pom tie leg sandals: ASOS (wide fit)

Accessorized with hoop earrings, gold bangles and kept my name plate on. (Made in Brooklyn)

Also wore my LV Neverfull I got for XMas for the first time. (Not pictured, sure I’ll start adding it to more outfits so until next time!)

lookintoyourgalaxyheart  asked:

Okay I have a headcanon that Alex plays the drums/ukulele/both because Drums = punk rock phase Ukulele = badass DEO agent with tiny ukulele? Yes. Plus they'd give her thousands of gay points, I mean, Alex with a bandana on her head, sweating, playing drums? Maggie would spontaneously combust

Maggie knows that Winn can sing. 

She knows that Kara can sing.

Hell, she knows that Alex can sing.

What she doesn’t know?

What she doesn’t know is that Vasquez is wicked on an electric guitar, and that Alex?

Alex is just as intense, just as singularly focused, slamming on a set of drums as she is taking shots at bad guys during the day, as she is fucking Maggie during the night.

So when Winn tells Maggie she absolutely has to show up at the bar on Friday night because who wouldn’t want to see a bunch of secret agents in a band, Maggie expects some cute little duets from Winn and Kara and some dorky, adorable harmonies from her girlfriend.

She doesn’t expect to find Alex with a red bandanna on her head, eyes fixed and focused, ribbed tank top fitted and showing off just the right amount of skin, just the right amount of twitching, corded arm muscles, banging out intricate rhythms behind Winn’s voice, behind Kara’s voice, in tandem with Vasquez’s guitar and Yve’s bass. 

Her jaw hits the floor and she thinks vaguely that she might be in danger of drooling –  she’s a little late to the show, and Alex has already started to sweat, staining the edges of her bandanna, highlighting the contours of her arms just right – and she hears Brian chuckling next to her.

“Not every day you get to see a fine woman like that lose control while keeping perfect control on a drum set, is it, Detective?” he asks, his eyes just as fixed on Alex as hers.

“Would you like to see this fine woman lose control while keeping perfect control on your face, Brian?” Maggie asks, without so much as turning to look at him, and he laughs. Maggie has protected him too many times, gotten him out of too many scrapes, to be intimidated by her tough stance, her dismissive words.

“Enjoy, Detective,” he grins as he heads back to the bar for another drink, and god, for once, she listens to him.

Because she’s forgotten about Kara and she’s forgotten about Winn, and she’ll have to pay attention to them, Vasquez, and Yve later – because everyone will want to know what she thought – but all she can think right now is Alex, Alex, fuck, fuck, fuck me, Alex.

And apparently, Alex is thinking along the same lines. Because when they finish their set with a perfect, sexy as all hell flourish from their drummer – god, god, her woman is a fucking drummer – Alex hops down from the makeshift stage right to Maggie, right to slinging her arm around her, right to a slightly breathless grin, a very breathless kiss.

“What’d you think?” she wants to know, but her eyes tell Maggie that Alex already knows.

“I think I need you to take me home as soon as humanly possible,” Maggie breathes, and Alex grins, because that’s exactly what she’s been planning on doing.

Goth x Fell Goth x Palette Part 2

I finished it Senpai, finally

~10 minutes later~
I heard Palette stir as well as Gothy. I chuckled lowly and wrapped his legs around my lower stomach. He gasped and backed away a bit. Palette heard me and jolted up, not going far because of the ropes.
“W-what the heck?? Fell, what’s going on??”
“I’m so glad you’re awake, now the fun can start~”
I started nipping at his neck, making him let out a startled moan. Palette’s eyes widened at the sound of his precious Gothy. I snickered and walked up to him, untieing the blindfolded and plopping Goth down.
“You’re gonna watch me make a mess out of your little Gothy, got it? Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you join in~”
He had a glare on his face, but I couldn’t help but notice a bump forming at the crotch of his pants. I chuckled and rubbed it a bit, making it as big as it could get. He wasn’t as big as my Palette, with the fucking Viagra he overdoses on, but he was still gonna be big inside Goth, and that’s all that matters. He let out a startled groan, moving his hips a bit. I pulled my hand away and smiled evilly.
“You ready for the show, cause it’s about to start~”
Oh stars I’m getting so turned on by this. I yanked up Goth and bit his collar bone, causing him to let out a surprised moan. I laid him down on to the floor, undoing his robe and my own, showing his bare ribs. Palette let out a failed muffled groaned at the sight of us.
“Yeah, just keep making those sounds. Moan Palette’s name, see how hot and bothered he gets~”
Palette let out a breathy noise of arousal at my words. Goth looked at him and blushed heavily before turning back to me and nodding slightly.
“You naughty boy~”
I sucked on his top ribs, right next to his birthmark.
“Ahhh Palette!”
I flipped him onto his back, gently massaging a certain spot on his back that was extremely sensitive.
“Nnngh, P-palette!”
“Yeah, moan his name just like that~ Don’t you love the way he gets so turned on from you coming undone?”
Goth was panting and letting out breathy moans while trembling a bit. I chuckled and flipped him back on to his stomach. Palette moved his hips roughly, trying to get something stimulation, but failing. I bit my lip from the sight of him. He’ll be basically an animal on Gothy when I untie him! I can’t wait for that part. I wanna hear Goth scream in pleasure. I smiled evilly and grabbed a cord of bullet vibrators, bringing out Originals soul. His eyes widened as I wrapped the wires around his soul, being specific to where I but the vibrators, making them at least graze everything single sensitive spot in his soul. I turned them on and immediately turned the dial to max. His eyes rolled to the top of his eye sockets as he screamed in pleasure. “AHHHH GOD PALETTE!!!!”
Goth was trembling immensely as tears of pleasure ran down his face. Palette looked so desperate to just wreck little Gothy, oh stars I love this~ Goth came through his soul a few seconds later, screaming Palette’s name. I smiled and decided to give Palette at least a bit of stimulation. I plopped Goth down on to his lap and bounced him up and down. Palette groaned loudly, throwing his head back a bit at the long over due pleasure. Goth got the hint a bit and rocked his hips side to side and his pelvis. I pulled him away suddenly, making Palette growl at me slightly. I clicked my tongue at him.
“Now now, you’ll get what you want eventually. Are you just upset you’re not doing this to him? That you not feeling his tight pussy around your cock as you slam into him? I told you, if you’re a good boy you’ll get your reward~”
Goth looked like he recovered from his orgasm, perfect~ I got in between his legs a bit and started fingering his dripping wet cunt. He let out helpless moans as I slipped two, then three fingers into him. I wonder if he’s a squirter, that’ll make Palette go wild, I’m sure~ I quickened my pace and felt him clench around my now four fingers inside of him.
“Yeah, that’s it, cum for me, make Palette go crazy for your pussy~” My words sent him off the edge again, making him cum and spray liquid on to my fingers, some getting on the floor around my hand. He is a squirter, who would’ve thought? I glanced at Palette to make sure he saw it.
“Palette, did you see that, or do you need an encore?~”
“I saw.. lemme just pound into him already~”
I smirked at him and decided.
“Well, you have been a good boy for me, and I’d love to see you at your most animalistic. Sure, do what you will to your little Gothy~”
Palette was fidgeting as I untied him. I stepped out of the way as Palette pounced on to Goth. He squeaked as Palette quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his throbbing dick. I teleported to behind Goth, getting him on his knees in Palette’s lap. I grabbed a dildo, roughly 7-8 inches, and about Palette’s size. I had it put right outside Goth’s ass. Palette slammed into Goth and went at a fast and rough pace. I immediately started thrusting the dildo into his tight ass, jacking myself off in the process. Palette suddenly got an evil grin on his face, and it was aimed at me.
‘Oh shit’
He summoned big slimy tentacles and wrapped them around Goth and my ribs, sensitive spot on his back, and my soul. He slid the dildo out of Goth’s ass and replaced it with a big tentacles, I think it was the biggest one he summoned. It thruster at an inhuman speed with the other one rubbing Goth’s sensitive spot and ribs. He did the same to me, making it extremely difficult to keep my moans hidden. Goth was an absolute mess, he was screaming bloody murder from all the pleasure he was feeling.
“P-PALETTE!! IT’S TOO MUCH, I CAN’T, NGGH, T-TAKE IT!!”
“Well, mmf, too bad, cuz when I’m done with both of you, you both won’t be able to walk for a week!”
Goth was bouncing in Palette’s lap heavily. I’ll admit, I wasn’t in the best of appearances as well. I gave up on hiding my moans and was jacking off as fast as I could. The tentacles made everything so much better~
“Mmm, Gothy you’re so tight, God you feel so good. I can’t wait to feel you squirt on to my cock.”
Goth couldn’t handle the pleasure anymore, it finally becoming too much for him. He came and squirted on to his dick with a scream so loud it left a ringing in my ears. Palette pulled out of him as soon as Goth’s orgasm faded down enough. I caught him before he fell from pure exhaustion. Me and Palette hadn’t come yet, but I was about to. My grip tightened around Goth as Palette’s tentacles made me come hard. “Ahhh!!! Palette!!!”
I slowly stroked myself through my orgasm, making me twitch uncontrollably. Palette grabbed my head and pulled it down, making my mouth face to face with his cock.
“Since you’ve been such a tease to me, how about you be the one who gets the honor of getting me off?”
I smirked naughtily and licked the shaft up to the head slowly, making him let out a low groan.
“Mm, just like that baby. Suck me off like the good little doll you can be~”
I bobbed my head up and down as he was close to cumming already. Palette let out a loud moan as he came inside my mouth and made me swallow. Hey, I wasn’t complaining, at least he tasted sweet. I licked the remains off my face and went to pick up Goth, who was basically passed out. Me and Palette carried him to the couch, well, more like I teleported us, and laid him down. He was trembling in overstimulation, panting heavily. I chuckled and cuddled next to him, both of us leaning on Palette. “Hehehe, how was that for a three way?”
“So good~”
“I loved watching you turn Goth into a mess, I’ll admit that much.”
“Heh, well don’t get used to it, because we ain’t doing this in a long while”
I mumbled as I fell asleep into my afterglow.

fanfic by creepychick420

HOLY FREGEN F- THAT’S JUST TOO DELICOUS ASDFGHJKL *Q*;;;;;;;