#FAN-BLOODY-TASTIC!!

[motorcitygem]

I’m so hot and sick 😅 I can’t do much about the heat because my nana has problems with the cold 🥶🥲 I’m struggling 🤣

#what a bloody dilemma #fan-fucking-tastic #ya girl need help🤣

[yrluvjane]

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13 Years.

13 Years since the day you believed you lost your husband. 13 years since the day your friends died. 13 Years since the day your family was shadowed in darkness and 13 Years since your life crumbled to ash.

If you had told me, 13 years ago, that there was a chance that I could be in my husband's arms once more, I would've kicked you out the bloody window.

But here you wete, sitting on one of the sofa's in 12 Grimmauld Place; a glass of wine in one hand, trying to wrap your mind of what was happening.

You sat in front of the fire place, it was not lit but it was not the fire that attracted your attention. There was a mess of floo powder all over the floor, coating the edges of the fireplace in grey dirt.

You had been staring at the that for the past two or three hours, your stare turning from one of confusion to curiosity, worry, anger, doubt and hope.

It was around 5 days since Dumbledore apparated outside the wards of your house, in hopes to speak with you about an urgent topic. At first you believed something happened to Harry, that he was hurt or attacked but no if only it was about Harry.

No, Dumbledore had wished to inform you he was in contact with your long, lost husband, Sirius. When he said, the teacup that was reaching for your lips fell and shattered on the ground, spilling the hot liquid and staining the carpet.

Dumbledore only flicked his wand twice for the cup to return to its original state and the stain to vanish; continuing as though he spoke of a new recipe he saw in the British Bake Off.

He told you that Sirius was framed by Peter and that he has been hiding all over Europe in the past two years. When Dumbledore mentioned he knew where Sirius was for two years and 'suspected' he was innocent; you had the sudden urge to smash the teapot over your previous Headmaster's head.

And now you sat, staring at dirt and getting yourself drunk; hoping to avoid your husband, who should arrive any moment now. You downed the rest of your glass and leaned over to refill it just as the door opened.

"I'm fine, Molly." You sighed as you watched the red liquid pout out of the bottle.

You are definitely not fine

A voice commented in your head, it's been 13 years! People change, what if he doesn't love me anymore, or doesn't want me around, what if he doesn't want her.

"I'm not Molly." Harry said sheepishly as he fiddled with his fingers. "May I?"

"Sure. Come on in, make yourself comfortable." You invited as you pulled your blanket and draped it over his legs. "Want a sip?" You asked raising your glass once you caught Harry's eyes. "You'll be legal in a few years and merlin knows what type of things you'll be doing this year."

You definitely were not sober.

"Aunt Y/n!" Harry exclaimed as his face reddened the same shade as his house scarf. "Just be safe, cause if you become a father before the age of 24; I will snap your wand."

Harry stared down in embarrassment and cleared his throat. "I wanted to ask if you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm going to see my husbsnd for the first time in thirteen year, where he was framed for murder." You replied in a defensive tone, motioning with your hands and heavily swallowing your alcoholic drink.

"Why does everyone think I'm not fine?! I am wonderful. Fan-freakin-tastic. I am super!"

You turned to face Harry's concerned and shocked face and realised you must've sound like a crazy person.

You took a deep breath and motioned for Harry to lean in. He rested his head at your lap as you brushed your fingers over his hair.

"I'm okay, Haz."

"It's just...this may be a lot to handle. I mean I remember when I found out the truth about Peter. I just feel like you meeting Sirius again is as scary as me meeting my parents or something. I think it's alright to be nervous." Harry replied as he played with a loose thread on his jacket.

"I am not nervous."

That was also a lie but you weren't ready to spill all your drunken emotions over to a 15 year old boy.

Harry gave you a look as if to say "really?"

"Shouldn't you be somewhere with Ron talking about Quidditch and girls?" You teased as Harry scoffed.

"If I talked girls with Ron, I'll be lonely the rest of my life."

You let a laugh bubble out of you, Harry soon joining in.

"Is Elle coming over later?" Harry asked after a moment of silence, his face flushing slightly. You chuckled. "Tomorrow morning." You assured him, knowing he had a liking to your 14 year old daughter.

"Are you going to tell Sirius?"

That was the million dollar question, she had to tell him, he was her father, she was his daughter. It would be wrong of her not to tell him.

But she couldn't help wonder, if Sirius didn’t want a child. He always wished to end the Black line. And they never really spoke about having one and maybe he would be to occupied with being Harry's Godfather.

He just got out of prison it would be insane to just bombard him with two teenagers.

"I have to tell him at some point. Though, i am compelled to the idea of leaving and letting them meet each other tomorrow on their own." She suggested, half-joking.

"I'm sure Sirius would be glad to have a daughter. 12 Years in Azkaban, I think some family company could do him well."

She couldn't believe it, 12 years in Azkaban; a soul-sucking prison, reserved for the worst of the worst. The word itself made a shiver run down your spine.

The day of Sirius's imprisonment flashed right before your eyes as though it was a recent memory.

"No! He didn't do it!" You had shouted, the Aurors ignored as they trashed your house. "Mrs. Black-" An Auror began approaching you but you pushed him with your might.

"HE DIDN'T DO IT!" You shouted, you magic flaring and shattering all the windows, a spray of glass showered the ground. '"Mrs. Black if you don't compose yourself right this instant, i will have no choice but to detain you!" The head Auror yelled at you.

You eyes were streaming with tears, the rain from the outside storm began pouring into the the house. The thunder strikes defeaned your ears as you stared at the middle-aged man with nothing but fury in your eyes.

"Get out." You gritted through clenched teeth, you hands fisted at either side of you. "I beg your pardon?" He scoffed.

"Get out of my house!" You snapped, you could feel your magic crackle in the air. The vases, tables and chairs began to shake, the flamws in the fireplace raged shockingly.

The rest of the Aurors stood in their place, unsure with what to do. "You have no authority to tell me what to do!" The Head Auror shouted at you, his wand raised to level with your throat.

With the anger inside of you boiling and reaching its limit, you yelled at the top of your lungs; a surge of magic rushing out as it exploded all your vases and glassware. The couches, chairs and tables all flying out of their place and hitting against the wall.

A moment of silence rang as the Aurors battled if whether it was safe to put their sheilds down. "Let's go," The Head Auror said as he gathered his team. "We will be back."

And true to his word, he did come back but at that point you were too numbed by the amount of calming draught, they made you ingest.

You shook your head as though it would push the memory back to the end of your mind. "I hope your right."

And no later than an hour, you were sat at one end of the large dining table while Sirius sat all the way on the other end.

And though there were only eight or nine seats (per side) that separated you, it fel as though half of London was in between you.

Your eyes kept roaming over his body, though he smiled, joked, laughed and played, you could tell he was somewhat exhausted.

That moment when when his smile fell, his shoulders sagged and his head bowed down allowing his eyes to rest on you.

You saw his eye slightly widened as though he was noticing for the first time in ages - which was exactly what was happening right now - he placed his glass of drink on the table and gave you a small smile.

The side of his eyes wrinkled at the gesture and you couldn't help but feel the same dropping feeling you got almost twenty years ago when you first fell in love with him.

Harry, who was sat next to him kept blabbing about something, but for the first time tonight Sirius didn’t look as though he was engrossed into the conversation.

Sirius stared at you, head tilted as his eyes scanned every aspect of your face. He couldn't believe it was you after all this time. Your hair was all disheveled and your makeup was slightly smudged but you still looked as beautiful as they you two got married.

Y/n subtly motions her head to the side and gets up from her seat, elegantly slipping out of the room.

"Excuse me, Harry." Sirius said, clearing his throat as he stared at where Y/n left and made his way out the room.

The halls got quieter the more he walked, he didn't have to check the other rooms to guess where Y/n slipped into.

He immediately turned towards the stairs and walked up to the upstairs library. There was only one thing in the world that Y/n liked more than coffee and that was books.

Muggle, magic, dark or light. Y/n could always be found nursing one. He quietly opened the door to it letting the smell of old tomes engulf him.

Y/n sat on an armchair at the far end of the room, looking through a dark, hard-covered grimore.

"Most of those books are cursed y'know." Sirius commented as he softly let the door shut. He took a sip of his drink and walked towards her as she let out a gentle 'Ah'.

"Most dark books are, though said curses can be avoided if opened correctly..." She said as she brushed her fingers down the spine and muttered quietly, the next the book let out a soft click as the locks on the side freed it.

Though nothing she said was processed in Sirius's head, he was still hungover on the part his wife was infront of him and speaking to him.

She turned and faced him with a small smile, "Won't you sit?"

Sirius walked over and took a seat right infront of her. He noted her flushed cheeks and the trembling hands over her lap.

"I'm sorry." Sirius said truly as he stared at his shoes.

"Sorry?" Y/n began as she stared up at him with furrowed brows, "Sirius you didn't do anything wrong."

"I did, I left you. I broke our vows, my most important promises to you." He said, she tried to cut him off but he shook his head.

"This is all my fault, if i didn't tell James to make Peter the secret keeper last minute, him and Lily could still be alive, Harry wouldn't be an orphan, Remus wouldn't suffer the full moon alone, I wouldn’t have been in Azkaban..." He took a deep, shaky breath. "You wouldn't have been alone for 13 years."

He looked up at Y/n his grey eyes meeting her's. "You don't know that, for all we know James and Lily could've died a week later even if Peter didn't betray them."

"And Remus didn't spend his full moons alone, I was with him." She stood up and sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on his knee.

"And I wasn't alone for 13 years, a part of you was with me every moment of them." She said as Sirius stared at the diamond on her ring finger.

A hesitated hand, placed itself over her as his thumb stroked the ring. "After all this time?" He said as he stared at her, "Always."

He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss. "Your not afraid of me." He stated more than questioned.

"Why would you think I was afraid of you?"

"You didn't want to talk to me."

"Sirius, I didn't want to talk to you because..." Y/n stopped and gulped as Sirius leaned back with furrowed brows and faced her. "I didn't think, you'd still want me anymore. 13 years is more enough for someone to fall out of love with their partner."

"You really think i could stop loving you? no matter how many years apart i could never stop loving you. I loved you then, I love you now and I will love you after 30 years when we are old and grey. I loved you since the first day we met and will love you till the day I die and till the day we meet again. 13 years are nothing comparing to my love to you."

#golden trio era #older sirius black #sirius black #sirius black x reader #older sirius black x reader #post azkaban sirius #post azkaban sirius x reader #sirius black angst #sirius orion black #sirius x reader #dad sirius black #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #marauders era #harry potter x reader

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

minific :) hope u like it!! it doesnt have much of canon lore applied, and its Mann Vs Machine. Spy bein a dad when its far too late :(

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The team had been split up when the robots attacked, and Scout and Sniper had gotten stuck together. Not that it was any issue for Scout, though. He figured the Australian wouldn't mind sticking with him for a little while, and so far, he hasn't left. But it's too quiet, even for someone like Sniper, the least talkative member on the team.

"Hey, you think the others are alright?" Scout looks at the marksman.

"Why wouldn't they be? They've better aim when close up than I ever bloody will." Sniper glances at Scout before returning his gaze to the hallway ahead of them. Broken robots lay littered about.

"Someone was here." Sniper frowns. "They must not be far."

"No shit, Sherlock-- is that blood?" Scout frowns, the red stain on the floor catching his attention.

"Yeah. Trail o' it, too..." Sniper frowns. "You follow it. I'll make sure there's no more of the bloody boltheads comin' down the halls."

"Gotcha." Scout quickly begins to follow the trail until he reaches the end of the hallway, where the rough smell of cigarette smoke fills the air.

"Ah. It's you." The voice of Spy says from the dark, and Scout flicks the lights on. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't... this.

Spy's injured badly. There's blood staining his suit in multiple areas, and what appears to be a gunshot wound to his upper body seems to be the main cause.

"Holy crap...!" Scout quickly snaps out of the trance he was in, and opens the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He digs through it, pulling out bandages. Of course he'd forgotten the medkits. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Scout, I am no doctor, but I don't think a simple band aid is going to heal a bullet wound." Spy glares at the runner.

"I'm tryna help you, man! Cut me some slack." Scout scowls, and Spy just sighs.

"Scout. Just... stop. I'm not making it out of this room alive. My leg is broken and I've been shot four times. It's a miracle I'm not already dead." Spy pushes the bandages away, fllicking his burned-out cigarette away with his other hand.

"Well... that's just morbid. I can use comms to get Snipes to find Doc?" Scout reaches for his headpiece, but Spy shakes his head.

"I want you to listen to me, boy. I don't want to be saved. I've accepted that I'm not going to make it out of here. It's better this way."

"Spy--"

"Shut up!" Spy raises his voice to a yell, before letting out a pained sigh, propping himself higher up against the wall. "Just... listen to what I have to say, Jeremy."

Scout's eyes widen slightly. He isn't wearing his dog tags, there's no way Spy could've known.

"How--"

"This will... sound familiar, I hope. I hate repeating myself." Spy lights a second cigarette. Hesitating. "27 years ago, I met a beautiful woman. She was everything I could've wished for... and we were happy together. As Tom Jones would say, I... dropped a 'sex bomb' on her. I was young then, and I ran from the explosion."

It all sounds so familiar. Had Scout heard this before? Where? When...? He can remember someone saying this to him...

Holy. Crap.

"You... You were the Tom Jones that I saw." Scout whispers. Spy just nods.

"I... It is one of my many regrets, leaving you and your mother behind. I was a coward. I suppose I still am, since it would seem I can only admit to this on the edge of death." Speaking is getting more difficult for Spy, and Scout can tell, hesitating before lowering his headpiece.

"Snipes. Find Doc. Hurry."

"Mate-? Wha--" The Australian's cut off as Scout tosses the headpiece aside, and Scout kneels at Spy's side.

"You're my dad. I-- I can't let you just... die here! There's... so much lost time to be made up." Scout starts unravelling the bandage. Maybe it's the shock stopping him from feeling the pain in his leg from a loose nail digging into his knee, maybe it's the sudden adrenaline rush. Doesn't matter. Spy needs to make it out of this alive.

"Jeremy." Spy's voice is calm, with the slightest hint of pain in it. Scout looks up at Spy, who takes his mask off.

He looks just like how Scout's ma had always described him, just... older, with streaks of grey in his styled-back hair and dark circles under his eyes that Scout had never noticed before. But they share the same blue eyes.

"I am proud to see the man you've become. You've made good friends. Your mother did amazing raising you." Spy pulls a photo from his suit pocket, holding it out to Scout. "Here. I kept this when I left. I always have it with me."

It's a photo of 2 year old Scout, with his mother and Spy sitting beside him, watching him open his christmas present: A baseball bat.

Scout looks back at Spy, his vision blurry. Spy smiles at him, whispering something in French that Scout can't understand, and Scout can see the life leave Spy's eyes.

"Dad?" Scout's voice is small, his eyes wide, staring at Spy's motionless body. He tentatively reaches over and shakes Spy's shoulder, but the Frenchman doesn't respond. He's dead. Forcing back a sob, he pulls the corpse into a hug as the sound of footsteps behind him come closer and closer.

Scout never got the chance to learn his father's name.

I AM SOBBING

THIS IS SO GOOD, I LOVE THIS! THIS IS JUST OUGH.

The angst got to me. I'm not gonna lie. This is so amazing, Anon. If you ever start writing these on your blog (or if you already do), please let me know because I will be your number one fan, I swear 💪

Thank you for sending this in. It is very much appreciated. Keep up the good work. You're an amazing writer, and I literally can't compliment you enough!!!

#ask #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #spydad #EVEYONE LOOK AT HOW COOL THIS ANON IS! #MiniFicAnon

[peculiarpatches]

☠✧ 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 » 𝒆.𝒎 ✧☠

6801 words.  Story features famous!Eddie Munson and famous / groupie!reader. Possessive!Eddie. Daddy kink, public sex, breeding kink… I might make this into a yandere!vampire! Eddie but… we'll see.  Part (1) of (5). 

There's not much smut in this story, as this is the beginning of the groupie! series. The song is based off of 'Camp Rock'. LMAOO. If you like this story and wish to see more, do comment, reblog and give it a like! It's much appreciated. (Tips are also appreciated, but not to be expected. Ko-fi is here.)

 With adrenaline pumping through his body, Eddie  shouted into the microphone while strumming a chord on his guitar, the blissful smile never vanishing from his rosy red lips. 

"Good evening, New York! My name is Eddie Munson and I'm very  happy  to be performing here in front of all of your lovely faces. I hope everyone is having a great time, so far! I wish to also give a quick shout out   to the  incredible performers that have taken the stage this evening, too. Why don't we give them a hand!?"

A shout breaks out as plastic glasses and bottles held by tailgaters who are making a day of the performance splash into the air. Eddie should have been alarmed by the overwhelming quantity of people, but he wasn't.

He admired all he saw. Loved the feeling of finally being recognized   for his talent.  He loved having the spotlight on him.

Finally, his dreams were becoming a reality.  Nevertheless, what would one anticipate from this kind of crowd?

Even if Eddie's band - Corroded Coffin - was a total loser fest and sung shitty songs and performed poorly, it wouldn't have mattered to them nor the audience. 

It was a   free event that featured a variety of bands, and even if they were total trash -- which they weren't, thank you very much --  it seriously wouldn't matter because the crowd was too drunk to care and at the end of the night, Eddie and the rest of the group got paid, regardless. It was a win-win. 

The festival they were performing at was a larger version of Coachella, but it also included up-and-coming musicians, like Eddie and his band, in addition to more well-known ones.

They were up-and-coming musicians like all the others, seeking to break out in the industry and experience a taste of the spotlight. Judging by the ecstatic reaction of the crowd when their name was announced,  they were clearly well on their way there.  Corroded Coffin  were a formidable force.

A dozen youngsters shouted out from the front row, just a few feet away, about how much of a fan-fucking-tastic time they were having. That, and 'hurry the fuck on!'  Eddie gave them a wink before strumming his guitar  once again. He nodded over at  Gareth, looking over his shoulder at his bandmate, who took that as a cue to start hitting his drums.

"This song is for everybody who is experiencing a difficult summer, perhaps even dealing with rougher, darker and negative feelings, maybe even a harder life.... Well, I say you have one life to live, so go and live it before the clock runs out, before time stops ticking. This song is a reminder to never, ever, take life too seriously and to always appreciate what it has to offer. The good and the bad... Let's fucking have the time of our lives, alright, everyone!?" 

The crowd responded by roaring, the echo was so loud that Eddie swore glass in the distance just shattered. The following hour seemed to fly by as the crowd and Corroded  Coffin appeared to be having the time of their lives. 

Eddie practically  floated his way toward the back stage when the lights went out.   "Yo! That was incredible." Their third bandmate, Jeff said. 

"I know  right! Undoubtedly, that was our best performance to play yet. Did you all  notice how the crowd went wild when they said our name?" Gareth  enquired while maintaining his sparkling eyes, making it clear that the adrenaline hadn't worn off. 

He then called out to their manager, "Chrissy! Yo, Chrissy!  We're  bloody fuckin' rockstars, dude!  We owned that shit!"  Gareth  couldn't help but be thrilled. He was like a kid in a candy store,  that they all laughed with him, feeling the exact same way.   

"I'll celebrate with y'all  in a sec. I'm just going to get something to drink, I'm parched." Eddie said, handing his guitar over to Chrissy.  "We don't have to leave now though, right?" Jeff  asked. They all looked at Chrissy  who felt her cheeks burn by the number of eyes that was staring at her.

To think that she would have gotten used to this job by now... She rolled her eyes at them, "You guys can stay till the end of the concert. It's not like you have anything lined up for the next two days." She told them, signaling with her hands that they could disperse.

"Sweet! Thanks, Chrissy!"  Jeff said, placing a huge kiss on her cheeks before he ran away. "Hey!" Chrissy laughed as she wiped off where his lips had come in contact with her skin.

"Don't drink too much! 'Cause I am not cleaning it up! And don't do anything you'll regret in the morning!" 

*~*

Every sight and sound reminded Eddie that this was the nicest location on earth as he passed past some people during the concert in an open arena. He hopes that he'll perform here again, expect as a headliner than  an opening performer. 

The arena was alive with activity as music blared from the speakers, electricity swept the room, and unidentified people danced to the beat.

He eventually arrived at the set-up tiny bar,  requesting  a tequila shot from the grumpy-looking bartender.

"Your ID?"  The bartender posed a query while crossing his arms over his chest. Eddie  pointed to the stage and told him, "Really, dude? I was just on stage, performing."

The bartender  was quick to reply  with sarcasm, "And I just performed with Beyonce.... Rules are rules.... dude." 

Eddie sighed and fished inside his back pocket until his fingers brushed over his wallet, bringing it out, Eddie waves   it in front of the bartender. He then showed him that yes, he was legally allowed to drink.

"I'll have my tequila now." The ends of Eddie's lips tugged up into a smirk. The bartender narrowed his eyes at him before he turned around to get him his shot.

Eddie found himself waiting longer than he would have liked for his shot. He was being held up on purpose by the bartender.

"Asshole..." Eddie mumbled to himself before settling down on the bar stool. He turned around while tapping his foot to the current music being played.

He looked around and laughed when he observed a pair making out since they appeared to be capable of openly mauling each other. Eddie screwed his nose at the sight and hoped that it wouldn't be him at the end of the night when he turned to his left and saw a young man throwing up. 

Eddie once more searched the crowd until he stopped. He then looked to his left, then his right before he finally focused his full attention onto the girl.  

 She was... well, she was simply breathtaking, as they often say in corny rom-coms. She donned a form-fitting, tight-looking black dress, matching fishnet undergarments, and glossy, black leather boots.

Eddie saw her as an apple he had been longing to bite into.  He wanted to taste her sweetness, have her juices running down his face as he devoured every last drop..... fuck.    

It had been a little too long since he's last had his cock sucked and  ate someone out..  

  He felt intimidated by the sheer, unadulterated desire that was rattling around in his chest and threatening to make things more difficult than he needed them to be while wearing his charcoal gray slacks. Particularly when he comes to the realization   how tight his jeans were becoming as he stared at her.   

Eddie's thoughts were interrupted when the bartender said, "Here's your shot of tequila." Eddie blinked as though startled out of a fog, "Oh, uhh.... Right, yeah. Thanks, man." He remarked, taking the tequila shot and immediately downing it.

She was still there when he turned to look in the direction he had seen his once-in-a-lifetime girl. Clearly not in his dreams, the waitress next to the bartender giggled as she gestured to the empty glass around his hands.

"Another shot?" The waitress enquired, holding back her smirk. Eddie simply nodded and motioned for the bartender to pour him another  shot with his hands.  The waitress walked away, giggling and blushing, secretly wishing it was her that Eddie was lusting after.

"Why don't you approach her and start a conversation? That way you can  stop salivating all over my counter like a horny dog." The bartender said, his arms once again returning back to his chest, folded out in front of him.

Eddie  turned back to the bartender, almost choking on the drink he had received. 

"What? No." Eddie laughed, claiming that he wasn't drooling over her, at all,  and that she was way out of his league. He didn't realize he had been so overt in his desire for her.

Eddie was earlier glancing in the same general direction as the bartender, who shrugged as well. "Hmm.... true.  She does appear to be far beyond your level." The bartender said in a matter of fact tone.

  Eddie was quite nervous about approaching her, which was ironic because Eddie always felt he was confident. He didn't like how the bartender put it, but.... the man was absolutely correct. 

"Listen, man... You told me that you just performed up there,  right? There are hundreds of people here, so I don't understand the big deal about going up to one female to chat to her,"  the bartender said with a  roll of his eyes. 

"Look, if it's liquid bravery you need, I can help with some of that. Just quit panting here like some dog," the bartender added. 

Eddie paid attention to what the bartender said, taking everything in he said to heart and he was completely correct—all he needed was some liquid courage.

After all, how difficult could it be to approach one girl after having just performed in front of thousands of people? 'I can do this,' he thought as he downed the last of the shot that had been poured for him and stood up from the barstool.

Eddie paused for a brief moment before laughing, the realization hitting him.   'Calm yourself, Eddie. You're not entering a battleground. You'll be fine.'  He reminded himself.

She was alone and engaged in phone conversation when he approached her. He cleared his throat as he ran his fingers through his hair.

They immediately caught eyes as soon as she looked up from her phone.

When she drew his attention,  she grinned so brightly it could have been mistaken for the sun. Eddie's heart actually fluttered. 

There it was. No time for queues. 'Just talk to the attractive woman for fucksakes,' he told himself. Eddie chuckled as he continued to nervously play with his hair, "Seems I've been caught gazing....."

"I'm afraid I'm guilty on that count, too,"  She said, her voice laced with a torch-singer sultriness, her words telling him to keep going. 

There was something about her tone, which was quiet but assured, that made him smirk. "Eddie," he said, holding his palms out in introduction. His was encircled by her hands.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie.   I saw your performance up there and I must say, I now understand what everyone is really screaming about." She said with a playful wink. 

"Milady, I appreciate the compliment, dearly." She laughed as he made a faux bow.

"Actually, I was just telling my friend about how awesome your songs are and how I really like them." Eddie put his hand on his chest, "Wow, I'm honored to have all these comments for myself and my band coming from such a gorgeous girl." 

"However, I would like to put a name to that pretty face of yours." He said. Her face flushes  instantly with warmth at the compliment.

"Oh... well, it's--"

"Sinister Angels! Sinister Angels!" A man with a headphone and paper in his hands yelled out, making them both look at him. She turned back to him, "I have to go," she said, smiling up at him but her eyes told him otherwise. It wasn't like when she had smiled up at him the first time. She had the type of smile that even her eyes smiled along with her, but this time around it wasn't like that.

"But why?" Eddie asked in confusion but she had already turned on her heels and was heading backstage. Despite not knowing her name and not wanting to act like a stalker, Eddie wanted to reach out to her but decided against it. The man sighed in defeat. 

He scowled, his brows furrowed, 'Great, the one time a girl really catches my attention and I didn't get learn her name.' He murmured to himself, shaking his head sadly. 

"Yo, Eddie! Eddie, what's up, man!!?"  Eddie heard Jeff calling from a distance and turned to see him  heading in his direction.

"Where the hell have you been, dude?" Jeff asked while gasping and stooping, his hands resting on his knees. Jeff continued to pant before he added, "Bro, I really need to start using my gym membership, I'm so out of shape." Eddie laughed and gave a playful push on his shoulder, nearly sending the man tumbling down. "Gareth  should really start listening to us,"  Eddie said.

"You pay for shit and don't end up using any of it." Eddie laughed as Gareth came up behind Jeff.

"Which is why I don't bother. The only memberships that matter, however, are the memberships to get into these wicked nightclubs, dude. What have you been up to, anyways, man?" Eddie was ready to speak when Jeff repeated his question, but Gareth  waived his hands in the air to cut him off.

"Forget about that; you're seriously missing out on a lot.  You know what I just saw? It was the coolest thing I had ever seen!  I witnessed a magician perform magic tricks backstage, dude.... Total radical. Anyways, would you like to play a drinking game with us?"  Gareth asked while hurriedly forming his words.

Eddie groaned; he was used to Gareth  being this way, incapable of concentrating on one thing at a time. He often acted like a little child experiencing a sugar rush.

"Yeah, sure, why not? Where is this drinking game occurring, though,  and does Chrissy even know about this?" questioned Eddie with an arched brow, because he was fully aware of their manager's unwillingness to even approve such an event. 

Gareth  merely grinned apologetically and said, "What Chrissy doesn't know wouldn't hurt her, dude." He didn't say another word before turning to head in the direction of the gathering spot for the drinking game. 

When they arrived,  Jack and     Chris,  the last remaining members of their band, were already seated at a table with a few other young people, some of whom were more girls than guys. Eddie greeted a few people who seemed familiar and took a seat on the other side of the room. 

"You okay, dude?"  Jeff asked, a hint of concern coating his words.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Eddie replied. 

"I don't know, I guess it's probably because you appear to have had your favorite candy stolen?"  Jeff asked with a slight snort. Eddie didn't know that his expression had turned sour on his little walk to this place. 

"I'm fine, it's probably just from the shot of tequila I drank, you know..." 

"Bro, I've seen you drink before, and quite the contrary, you always seem so delighted when you're shoving alcohol down your throat. Even if it's the most disgusting thing you've ever had, you still drink it. And somehow, you never get sick either. So, what is it? What's really bothering you?"

Eddie shrugged and ignored all the questions that were thrown at him. "Whatever man, let's just play this ridiculous drinking game." All the lights in the arena went out just as they were about to deliver the cups, and then the stage light and the entire arena lit up at once. 

"What the hell! Who are those people?" Gareth pondered. "Forget about that; I'm more upset that we didn't even consider making such an entrance!" Jeff said with a slight pout as he focused intently on the stage.  The band that was playing was now in the spotlight and what Eddie saw nearly caused him to fall over. 

"What the fuck..." He muttered under his breath, "Good evening, New York. We're the Sinister Angels." The sultry voice spoke into the mic. The entire crowd burst out into fits of excitement again. Eddie on the other hand felt his jaw drop. 

"Dude, I know she's hot but you would probably have to pick up your jaw from the floor at this rate that you're staring at her."  Eddie didn't pay attention to what Jeff had just said.

He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing for the second time this evening. It was the stunning woman from before; she was the band's lead singer. 

 She shared the same attire as the other girls there: a form-fitting black dress with angel wings perched on her shoulder.

"Holy shit...  Do you think it's possible I can wed one of them?" Gareth  claimed that they were all attracted by what they saw, and that when they began singing, it appeared as though they were all under hypnosis.

Jeff, in an amazement, muttered: "These girls are really fantastic, like A-level good," he said with his gaze fixed on the stage like the other guys.

"Where have you been all my life?!" Gareth shouted, turning a few heads in their direction. They all stayed until the very end to watch their performance, and when the Sinister Angels finished, they received a standing ovation.

"I'll be right back, you guys."  Getting up from his chair, Eddie made his way backstage to see if he could locate the less mysterious girl. He had to give the stunning woman's face a name because there was no way he was leaving this spot without seeing her one final time or without speaking to her. 

"Excuse me, coming through. Sorry," He murmured a string of apologizes as he zig-zagged through the crowd.  The backstage was crowded, but he was able to see her (H/C) hair and the outfit she had been flaunting on stage, the plastic feathery wings swooshing around with each stride she took.   

Her identity was unknown to him, and she was moving in the opposite direction, getting further and further away.

"Sinister Angels' lead vocalist!" He screamed once more, this time louder, making a few angry bystanders glance in his direction.  Hearing her title called, the girl turned around, an instant smile blossoming across her face.   

Eddie almost leapt for joy when he saw that he finally got her attention and she stopped walking.   

She had then turned her head for a second, speaking to three other girls that he assumed were her bandmates.  They were dressed the same so he sort of put two and two together. 

He really didn't pay any attention to the others on stage, as his sole focus was mainly on her.

Eddie finally jogged up towards her, chuckling as he pushed his hair back and away from his eyes.

"Hey, so you're a musician too... How come you didn't mention it?" He asked.  She smiled at him, laughing softly as she then shrugged her shoulders. 

"We never really got the chance to get to that part of the conversation." She replied. 

"Okay, okay... fair enough. Before we continue with this conversation, however, I really do need to put a name to that pretty face of yours. I can't keep calling you the 'Lead Singer of Sinister Angels'." He joked.    The smile grew bigger as she laughed a little louder this time as she nodded.

"Yeah, I guess you can't.  My name is (Y/N)." She finally said, introducing herself.   

 "(Y/N)." Eddie echoed, loving the way her name rolled so smoothly from his lips. 

"Well, (Y/N) it's a pleasure. You and your  band absolutely fucking aced that shit up there. Your entrance, too? It was really fantastic, absolutely phenomenal." He gushed.

"Thank you; our manager actually came up with that. He advised making a big entrance." Her voice was upbeat and joyful as she spoke.

"Well, it turns out that your manager wasn't mistaken—you definitely caught everyone's attention." As he spoke, he never dared look away from her gaze, not wanting to break apart the connection they were building. Surely, she felt it too, didn't she...? 

The entire arena was filled with music.  Having just performed and then watched (Y/N)'s performance too, his ears were still ringing loudly and he couldn't truly focus on what all was being said. He wanted her to know he had her full attention.

"I realize this is strange, but would you like to dance with me? We can go somewhere else? Maybe, a little more reserved and quiet?"

 For what seemed like an eternity to Eddie, there was a beat of stillness. (Y/N) appeared to be thinking about what he had asked her. She then developed this determined look in her eyes.

"Let's do that, sure. After all, summer is here. We must let go and lose our minds, right?"  (Y/N) gave him a wink before swaying her hips as she moved by him.

Either she purposely pushed herself against him as she moved or it was completely by accident... Nonetheless, his breath hitched and he drew in a deep, shaky breath.

(Y/N) threw her hair over her shoulder and turned to face Eddie, "You coming or what?" She pondered, giving him a sultry smirk. Eddie  was just staring, gawking at her.    "Fuck, yeah." He grinned.

*~*

They were still within easy walking distance of the party and close enough to still hear the music in the parking lot, which looked like a fine location to be alone themselves since there weren't many people around.

 (Y/N) wasn't normally one to engage in flings or anything similar, so she didn't expect her night to go as planned. But as soon as she set eyes on Eddie, she knew she had to have him. Even if it was for a night... Although, she did hope something more blossomed over time. 

 "C'mon, let's dance," As Eddie approached from behind her, she pulled on his hand to encourage him to dance. 

(Y/N) danced while keeping her eyes closed and leaning against Eddie's chest. She moved involuntarily in response to the music, moving her hips and reaching out to touch Eddie's neck, wrapping her arms around him. 

(Y/N) cherished the physical release that dancing provided. Her head was supported by Eddie's broad, huge chest, and his strong arms landed on her hips. Their bodies were in unison as he followed her step for step.

(Y/N) had a thrill as she felt him pressing every inch of him against her. Although he was tall, he moved with ease, and his grip on her hips began to restrain her motion by forcing her body to perform what he desired.

While breathing him in and attempting to drown at the time, never wanting to let go of this moment, (Y/N) settled into the beat and eventually found herself lost in not only Eddie's touch but the rhythm of the music that played in the distance.  

Eddie touched (Y/N)'s arms possessively as (Y/N) lowered her hand to them. His hands were large and powerful, his forearms were covered with hair, and when he moved, his muscles rippled.

She wondered how it'd feel if he wrapped his hand around her throat while his other hand goes down on her, softly pushing his fingers in & out of her wet, soaking cunt.

She gasps suddenly, coming back into reality from her naughty daydreams  due to Eddie pressing up against her as he lined his pelvis up against hers, placing his hardening cock against the back of her ass. 

At least she wasn't the only one who was thinking dirty thoughts..

(Y/N) shivered as Eddie leaned forward, his cheek brushing against her face and stubble rubbing against her flesh. He kept adding more and more flames to the fire that was already burning in her body, never letting it go out.

The deep timbre of Eddie's voice rumbled from his chest to hers as he murmured, "You're stunning, babe," He said, warm breath tickling her skin. She flushed with heat, trying to respond without coming off too flustered. 

 "Thank you...I appreciate it,"  (Y/N) said. "You're not so bad yourself," She giggled.  Eddie placed a light kiss on her neck after running his nose down her cheek, the faintest smile on his face at the compliment she gave him. 

When he inhaled deeply, breathing in the lovely scent that was a mixture of strawberries & cigarettes,  his hands went slowly up up her waist to rest just beneath her breast. 

He caressed (Y/N)'s with gentle, ghostly gestures made with the tips of his fingertips, causing goosebumps to emerge on her skin. 

(Y/N)'s breathing quickened,  her pussy began to flush and the sensation of moisture soaks into her thong. 

Fuck... she was wet. She could even feel her arousal dripping down her legs. 

When Eddie abruptly turned her around, (Y/N) opened her eyes and craned her neck to look into his deep, dark brown eyes. 

(Y/N) grinned up at him while attempting to maintain her composure and avoid appearing foolish.

"I must say, you're not a bad dancer. You sing well and dance well, too..."   Eddie grinned back at her and made a joke about how he was "full of many surprises."    Her hands were then taken and placed on his shoulders. He then pulled her close while bending his knees so that they were lined up chest to chest. He resumed dancing as one of his thighs slid between her legs.

(Y/N) felt very vulnerable, but that was exactly what she wanted, wasn't it? Intimacy. He pushed her forward with his thighs. 

When her breast touched his chest, her nipples tingled, and (Y/N)'s hands slid up and down his shoulders, feeling his sculpted muscles. She had too many sensations at once. 

She was on sensory overload.   Suddenly, they both felt hypnotized as his gaze locked onto her (e/c) eyes.  Her body was on fire from Eddie's piercing look. His lower lip biting caused (Y/N)'s gaze to flit to that movement.

As she saw his lips arc into a seductive grin, (Y/N) felt her face and the rest of her body flush with heat.  Oblivious to the other, the both of them felt as though their bodies were live wires since the chemistry between them was so obvious and strong.

"The van is open; would you like to come in?"  (Y/N) questioned as she fixed her eyes carefully on Eddie's, perhaps signaling to him what she wanted.

"Don't you think we'll get caught?" Eddie enquired merely for the sake of clarification. He was equally prepared and willing to follow through on her requests.

"Live a bit, Munson," she laughs before she pulled him into the open van that was behind them. At the back of the van, there was a long seat full of cushions and blankets.

(Y/N) pushed him back and stood in front of him because she didn't want to waste any more time. She needed to be fucked then and there.

For a moment, Eddie appeared puzzled. Almost drunk-like. He hadn't even had her pussy yet and he was pussy drunk. 

(Y/N) sat on Eddie's lap with her legs crossed and her dress up just over her thighs, not high enough for Eddie to view, however. 

(Y/N) reaches for Eddie's hands and places them on her thighs, just above her dress, as he fixes his gaze on her. His bottom was still tugged between his teeth and his eyes were full of desire and want.

His eyes almost appeared completely black. He was hungry and was dying to devour that pussy of hers. He wanted to make her scream until she lost her voice. Wanted to fuck her so hard and so deep, she'd be limping for  a few days... Fucking hell... Eddie just wanted to have her, to be inside of her and feel her tight cunt squeezing his cock. 

 "Anybody could literally come in here right now and find us..."

"This was your idea," Eddie said jokingly.    "Besides, I think they'd find this performance even more spectacular. Your pretty, pink pussy on full display, legs sprawled in the air while a fat and girthy cock is drilling into you.... I bet people would pay to see that. Bet you and I would even win an award. We'd be rich, making a sex-tape, you and I." 

(Y/N) couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips as she shuddered at his words.  She pauses for a moment, trying to see what words were as dirty as his that'll get him going, get him harder than he has been. 

 "Fuck, you're nasty, Munson. You going to fuck me like I'm some kind of nasty bitch, huh? You think I'm some slut, too, huh? That I'd enjoy being watched by other people, have others watching my pussy getting stretched out and fucked by the lead singer of Corroded Coffin? If so, you'd be right..." She hummed, a smirk instantly blossoming across her face as Eddie groaned, his hands digging into her hips as she talked dirty to him.

His hands grab her ass, causing her to squeak in surprise.  Eddie pushed her closer to him again and kissed her, hard and hungry.  (Y/N)'s body melted into Eddie's and she felt him harden between her legs.

His hand traveled up her body and into her hair, giving her a slight tug.  His mouth traveled from hers, down her neck, and onto her shoulder. Her breath quickened and she felt herself grinding on him.

She has never been so desperate for someone before...  (Y/N) wanted to feel him everywhere.. But first she wanted his mouth on her breast, so she pushed his face closer to her cleavage.    As soon as Eddie realized what she wanted, he pushed her dress down.

"No bra?" He asked, more to himself than to her. "It's just a hassle, now get on with it." Was (Y/N)'s only reply. She moaned as he softly touched her left breast and squeezed it.

He bent  down and gave her left breast a powerful suck, instantly latching his mouth around her areolar before fully placing her boob into his mouth. 

  "That feels nice, fuck..."  (Y/N) sighed, fluttering her eyelids closed as she allowed herself to drown in the ultimate pleasure that was his warm, wet mouth.

Eddie's hand was now on her thigh, running up the top of her thigh and through her dress.

(Y/N) made an audible moan as he caressed her thigh, loud enough for anybody nearby to hear.

Eddie approached her pussy, slowly sneaking up  and he smirked mischievously as he softly brushed his fingers against the outside of her clothed cunt, making her gasp at the sudden touch.

It was as if she had been electrocuted. Her body was on fire, the heat hadn't stopped forming and blazing through her. 

  (Y/N) raised herself just enough for Eddie to grab her panties, in response, he slightly lowered them, pulling them down the best he could. 

(Y/N) got up from his lap, climbed onto the van's seat, took off her drenched underwear, and spread her legs apart.  This time, Eddie had a good look at her pussy. Her thighs and pussy glistened in the light because she was so drenched. 

"All of this for me, sweetheart? Why, I'm honored."  She scoffed and gave him the bird. He instantly began to explore and touch her with his hand,  however, quickly going back to business.

Softly, he thumbs  her hardening clit and runs her juices over herself.  He then placed her wetness into his mouth, sucking on his fingers. Eddie groans in reply at how sweet she tasted.  

Eddie then  grabbed her thighs and prodded them with his tongue. Here and there, he'd nibble and bite down onto her skin. 

Gently, Eddie's kissing her inner thighs up until his tongue reached her opening and he shoved inside of her. 

(Y/N) chewed her lip in an effort to maintain as much silence as possible. While his fingers then slid in, his tongue discovered her clit and he sucked harshly, tongue lapping up her cunt like a dog drinking water after a hot summer's day. 

Eddie's fingers gave up on her exploration. She was pulled down into his lap after he opened his pants and exposed his cock. 

Even the smallest drop of precum was  leaking from the crown of his cock.  Without any hesitation whatsoever, Eddie shoved her down, placing her on his cock while snarling about how good of a girl she is and how good she's about to be fucked. 

He was like a rapid animal, as soon as she was fully settled on top of him, he moved her hair aside and bit into her neck, making her scream with delight and pain. 

"You're so fucking tight, (Y/N). Fuck! I can't wait to pump you full of my cum."  (Y/N) has never felt pleasure like this before, has never been more wet in her entire life: Even when swimming and being in a pool of water, she's never been wet the way she was now.

She would've laughed at her own joke had Eddie not hit a certain part of her that made her screaming with ecstasy.  She rolled her eyes in the back of her head as her fingers claw down his back, surely making his skin bleed due to her long nails.   

"Fuck, that's it, baby. You like it when I talk dirty to you? Well, guess what, sweetheart; You're my good little breeding bitch from here on out.  You wanna be my bitch, baby? Be my good cockwhore? Be a good cumslut for Daddy and take every last drop he gives you? Fucking hell, (Y/N)... Can't wait to bust a load into that tight fucking cunt..."

Eddie's so close, she can feel it. His cock is twitching and his thrusts -- along with her own -- are sloppy and there's sweat rolling down both of their skins like rain had just been pouring down on top of them.   

The windows to the van were all fogged up, and those who were outside could clearly tell what they were doing. If not by how foggy the windows were but because of how loud (Y/N)'s moaning was.

  "You going to cum for me, bitch? Hmm...? Going to make a mess all over me? All over yourself? Go on, do it. I wanna see you cum. Wanna feel your pussy clenching around me as you let loose."

"I-I'm... fuck, Eddie..." She can't. She wants this feeling to never, ever, go away. It's too good. Too damn good but she can't hold back anymore.

With her nails deep into his back, her eyes practically in the back of her head, she lets out almost an ear-piercing, glass-shattering scream as she comes undone. 

"There we go. That's a good whore. That's what I'm talking about. Fuuuck.... here I go, baby. Want me to fill you up, don't you?"

(Y/N) nodded, though her head felt heavy and she was still coming down from her own high. 

"Yeah, o'course you do. You're Daddy's good cumslut, want every last fuckin' drop, oh fuck-- I'm coming," He chants before he, himself, rolls his head as he reaches his peak.  Just at the feeling of his cum inside of her, makes (Y/N) mewl like a kitten. 

It's a good thing she's on the pill....

 Easing herself off of him, (Y/N) goes to put her panties back on. She then sat down next to Eddie who was breathing heavily, as if he had just run an entire marathon. 

"Shit! That was wonderful.... Believe it or not, I've have never done something that before..."  She admitted.  Eddie heaved a little and added, "Well, I'm glad to be the first." He pushed (Y/N)'s hair behind her ear before leaning in for a kiss. They were, sadly,  taken aback by a buzz. They separated while  Eddie was quick to give an apology. 

"Let me just quickly retrieve that — that's my phone." He said, though it was rather obvious what it was.

He took his ringing phone in his hand before clicking down onto the answer button.

Without even examining the caller's I.D., he responded sternly, "What?" he barked. 

"Where the hell are you, Eddie?! We need to load up the trunk with all of our equipment but you have the car keys" The call was echoed by Chrissy.

"Oh my God. I completely forgot about that, just give me a few minutes and I'll be on my way, alright?" 

Eddie turned his head to face (Y/N), giving her an apologetic smile. "(Y/N), I'll be back right away... Alright? I just need to give the keys back to the band so they can load up the van."  His slacks were quickly pulled back as he explained what the phone call was about. 

"Don't worry, Munson. I'll be here."  (Y/N) informed him while giving him a brief kiss on the lips. 

Where Eddie had last seen his bandmates, in the parking lot, they were no longer there. 

He took out his phone, quickly dialing Jeff's number. "Hey, dude, where are you guys?"

He could hardly make out what Jeff was saying because of  the music that was still going on. Eddie wanted nothing more than to return to (Y/N). He didn't have time for this nonsense. He made his way back to the parking lot to call Jeff once more, but this time, he didn't pick up.

'Where the fuck could these people be?' Eddie thought to himself. 

Eddie decided to take a chance and check where they parked their car, after all, they said that they needed the key to the van. But, the problem was that it would take him a good ten minutes to get to where they parked their car and he had already wasted enough time as it is.

He then decided to run. Eddie couldn't believe that he was running just after he had the most amazing sex of his life.   It was rather ironic, considering it did feel as if he had ran a marathon and here he was... basically doing exactly that. 

When he did locate them, he groaned  as he jogged up towards them. "Why the hell didn't you answer when I called those last few times?" He questioned them, a little irritated. 

 He could see that Jeff was trying to hold Gareth up. It seemed like Gareth had a little too much fun with that drinking game they were supposed to play. 

"Where were you?" asked Chrissy, her eyes narrowing into slits at Eddie.

Eddie cleared his throat, for obvious reasons... he wasn't going to inform Chrissy of where his actual whereabouts were. "Oh, you know.. A little of this, a little of that..." He shrugged his shoulders. He rubbed the back of his head as he spoke.

Chrissy's gaze was burning a hole into his head but he wasn't going to give in and admit what he was really doing. It was nobody's business expect his own.    Eddie then brought the keys out of his pocket and threw them to Chrissy.  Surprisingly, she caught them.

"Right, well, here they are." He grinned.  

"I gotta run now, see you guys later." He told them, running in the other direction.

"Hey!  What the hell!? Where are you going now?" Chrissy asked, clearly annoyed by his behavior. 

"Dude, we need to leave now. We don't want Gareth puking his guts out in the van,"  Jeff said, his tone matching Chrissy's. 

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I just need to get something from someone ASAP." Eddie hollered as he gave them a quick wave before running towards where (Y/N) was located at. 

"Hey, sorry I'm-" Eddie began but he soon realized that he was talking to an empty van. An empty parking lot, no less. He had taken almost thirty minutes to do what he wanted to do and he told her ten minutes. 

"Great! Just fucking great. Fan-fucking-tastic..." He cursed.  He didn't even get a chance to get her number and he didn't know where he would start looking for her in this entire crowd.

'At least I have her name and the name of her band.... I'll find you, (Y/N). I just gotta find you...' He murmured.  What started as a sweet night turned sour quite quickly..  No matter what, though, Eddie Munson was determined to find (Y/N), the lead singer of 'Sinister Angels'. 

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How would Clef,Bright,Glass and Gears would react if the child!reader is just immune to anomalous effects or reality bending, heck let's even go with the amnestics. But also somehow able to make sentient scps somehow tolerate or get along with them to not kill them? Reader is a little shit and uses it to fuck with everyone or give people heart attacks and also has no sense of danger.

LMAO here's your request !

Also very sorry for the time you've haf to wait for this !! I've just had writers block while I've been preparing for art fight lolol

(As always Bright/Shaw replaced by Ambrose)

••Ambrose••

-Alright so Ambrose was assigned to you out of no where, she had been working with 049 at the time (more like slacking off though) when they got a new file put on their desk.

- 'SCP [chosen number], this SCP has the ability to remain immune towards many different SCP effects, the child also seems to be able to bend reality'

-at first Ambrose thought it was a mistake cause like?? Why would they put her on a team to work with some reality bending child? No one thought they'd try to make the kid turn the walls into candy? Or 343 forbid if Ambrose asked the kid to make another santa so there'd be twice as many presents.

-Hell the first day he went to work with the group she could feel the eyes of everyone on them.

-Eventually the group shrunk though, less and less people on the team till eventually it was just Ambrose. And for once Ambrose took their job seriously, he didn't know why really but she just enjoyed spending time with you and wanted to continue to do so

-you reminded him of TJ by a lot, maybe it was her missing TJ or maybe it was them liking how you looked up to him. After all you two always did pranks together and somehow always got away with it, or well at least you did. Somehow the 05 would find out Ambrose was at least involved.

-she laughs whenever you mess with someone, and you can't ever really spook Ambrose. Very rare occasions though you startle them and she has a good laugh afterwards

-and of course whenever he has their crazy ideas (cough cough making an entire super hero team, fight club etc) you're always involved since you never play fair.

-You and Ambrose get along fan-fucking-tastically as Ambrose would put it, hell pretty sure it she could they'd adopt you already.

••Clef••

-So Clef, oh boy.

-Clef had (similar to Ambrose) been assigned to you out of no where. Coming back with a bloody ukulele after beating the [REDACTED INFORMATION] he found a file on his desk with your number on it.

-he had already heard of you and wasn't exactly over the moon to be dealing with another reality bender, in fact he already had a distaste for you.

-that's right sadly Mr ukulele doesn't like you and probably never will. He hates 239 and he hates you to.

-A week into him becoming your lead researcher and he already went to the 05 asking for your termination or to find someway to terminate you.

-Which of fucking course they denied every time he asked.

-He gets annoyed by you easily especially with you being the little shit that you are, he also deep down fears you, fears what you could do, so sadly you two never get along.

••Glass••

-Dr Glass had been assigned to you out of no where, he was a little shocked he had been assigned to an SCP that had feelings, a mind, etc. The foundation had after all tore him a new one for getting attached to the last sentient SCP he was assigned to.

-And just like the other sentient SCPs he had been assigned to in the past, he grew attached and felt awful for you. You were just a child who didn't ask to he what you were, you were just a child who should be going to school making friends growing up with parents. But instead you're stuck in a containment cell never able to see the light and watching strangers poke and prod at your abilities.

-He always snuck in stuff for you that he thought you'd like, chocolate, little toys, and some crayons with paper. He'd always get reprimanded by the others but he didn't seem to care, in his head he was doing a good thing.

-He didn't mind you being a little shit, he felt bad and thought it was your way of expressing yourself. Expressing the pain you were probably going through. You were probably scared and knew this behavior as the only way to show it.

-He always tried to stand up for you, every mistake you made, every time you escaped containment. But the 05 eventually began to listen less and less until finally you had a new lead researcher and Dr. Glass was once again not trusted around sentient scps.

••Gears••

-Finally Gears. Not much to say with him, He's a numb old man with 0 emotions towards really anything.

-Anything you do whether big or small he just kinda blinks at, if you were to take his clipboard and break it he wouldn't even bat an eye. If you were to hug him not even a small smile would crack.

-He does his job, he doesn't form an attachment or anything to you. He treats you like every other SCP, a job to be done. A task to be checked off.

-He does speak highly about your abilities to being immune to a majority of other SCPs and even suggested some tests to be done on you.

-He's not afraid of your destructive behavior either, if you start being a little shit he just calls the MTF and lets them deal with you.

-no relationship formed between y'all, He's completely neutral with you.

Hope you enjoyed! And sorry for the late response to this!!

Have a lovely day!

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanfiction #scp x reader #dr bright #scp dr bright #scp dr ambrose x reader #scp dr ambrose #scp dr clef #scp dr glass #scp dr gears #scp dr clef x reader #scp dr glass x reader #scp dr gears x reader

[datdaveytho]

a-soft-fluffy-nerd got terminated

So Tumblr apparently just decided to hate me

I have no idea why

But ten fucking years of blogging on a-soft-fluffy-nerd just got deleted without any warning in the middle of me just blogging normally

That's fantastic

And now I have to refollow everyone I've gotten to be friends with

Fan-bloody-tastic

[idabbleincrazy]

brief snippet ask game! Spangel always ^^ (splitting up for your convenience - i want almost all of them, i'm trying okay) 🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

Post-Coital

(Rated M for implied sex, 191 words)

Christ, he was becoming exactly what he always accused Angel of being. A poof. A full-on Nancy. But, fuck it. He couldn't help it, and there was no point trying to change how he felt now.

These were the moments he loved the most. Sure, the sex leading up to them was great; wild, passionate, bloody brilliant. Fan-fucking-tastic in the most literal sense. But, even the sex couldn't compare to how he felt after.

When they collapsed onto the bed, sated, wrapped in each other's arms, hands caressing skin softly, bringing themselves down from the flying high of their unbridled lovemaking. The way they turned towards each other as one, unthinking, their mouths seeking each other out.

The completeness he felt, as lips pressed gently together, tongues stroked languidly, one against the other, unhurried by the fervor that had fueled them just moments before. Dammit, he felt safe. He felt loved. Cherished. Wanted, needed.

He didn't know how a kiss could convey so much, but he felt it every time. Could hear it in his head, like a thought, I love you, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, ever again.

Managed to keep this one brief 😅

All Things Spike: @leatafandom

#spangel #snippet #asks

[springleggedstarro]

Starro ends up waking up earlier than he would've liked to- mostly because of the sunlight beaming through a crack in his curtains and into.... all of his eyes.

He groans realizing he's still abstracted... not as bad as before though, at least. His legs are starting to roughly resemble coils, and some of the eyes have closed more. One of his stars have even turned back to normal, pulsing a dim blue light, and what used to be his mouth has sealed away and disappeared.

Pushing himself off the ground, the first thing he sees is Conny's box and a tiny bit of her hair sticking out.... he's almost tempted to approach, but a sharp pain in his lower left leg stops him. Right.... broken leg. Fun.

Everything hurts- not even just from abstracting, his neck is more than certainly bruised from hitting it, and the floor did absolutely nothing for his back.

He wonders if Conny slept comfortably in her box.

...... that feels like a stupid question, she probably did.... he thinks, sitting up fully and stretching. Ow.

He's still shocked that Conny decided to stay..... actually no, he's more shocked it wasn't Gangle.

His heart quickens as soon as she crosses his mind. Every time this happened before, it was always her. And it was going to be her again, until Conny came by.... and something about this time felt different. But Gangle was still trying to get in, trying to help him..... she wanted to help him.

Guilt starts to bubble up in Starro's mind. Why does he feel so bad about this..? Why does he feel bad that it wasn't Gangle this time? She doesn't hate him, right? No, definitely not. Gangle isn't resentful or jealous, she'd.... probably just be happy he's okay.

As the damned girl starts to (once again) consume his thoughts, Starro can't figure out if it's easing his stress or adding to it. He wants to find her, wants to reassure her, wants her there-

An uncomfortable tickle catches in his throat, forcing him to start coughing. It's a sort of cough he's never had before, but God it's uncomfortable. As if something thin, light, but large is trapped in his throat.

Finally, as a silvery-tasting fluid fills his mouth, he manages to dislodge the foreign object and spit it into his hand.

It's a bloody rose petal.

...... did you do this?! He asks the voice in his head. Knowing her, he wouldn't be surprised if she was the cause of yet another physical issue. She sounds equally shocked as she answers though.

Wha- no! This actually isn't me, I dunno what it is!

..... fan-FUCKING-tastic. Starro opens his window a tiny bit, dropping the petal and spitting out the rest of the blood in his mouth before closing it, wiping his face and hands on the inside of his (thankfully blackout) curtains. He really could use some water right now.... but like hell is he gonna go out and get some.

He's not going ANYWHERE until this abstraction thing goes away.

#starsprings #theabstractperformer #????? #hanahaki #cw blood

[maesterchill]

Wippety Snip

I was tagged by the very talented trifecta @tackytigerfic @wolfpants and @lettersbyelise to share a wip snip. Thank you for the tag, friends! And you can check out their fantastic snips here, here and here, respectively.

So, this snippet is from a WIP that's half posted and I'm trying hard to get all finished before I post the rest. I started posting in back in 2019 for @wireless-festive-minifest and I posted a chapter every month or two until about Jan 2021 where I finally succumbed to all the other pretty squirrels competing for my attention and semi-abandoned it. But I'm committed to finishing it now, by hook or by crook, and have two new chapters drafted and hope to write about four more after that. And then... post the thing.

Background here is that Lucius Malfoy has initiated a Pureblood Giftgiving loop with Harry Potter based on the 12 Days of Christmas, and there is a sorta curse attached where Harry is obliged to marry Draco at the end of it unless he can make Lucius a better offer. If that makes no sense to you, I completely empathise.

Sunday morning rolled around as it usually did, with a stripe of sunlight coming through the curtains and across my bedspread (those curtains never bloody closed properly) inviting me to begin my day. I got up and pulled the curtains open, and dazzling light flooded the room, painting the colours of the room anew—the gorgeous burgundies and golds that reminded me of Hogwarts—and I felt a little of those golden rays soak into my skin.

It looked to be a picture perfect day out there. Despite the whole mess with Malfoy, perhaps I could do as he did, have a relaxing day, cook a tasty breakfast, maybe even have a bath—if it was good enough for Malfoy, it was good enough for me. I was pretty sure I still had a bottle of Matey bubble bath in the bathroom cabinet. 

What was the point of stressing? Hermione was busy writing up a geniusly devious letter for Lucius, and Malfoy had implied that he’d go along with the plan of somehow getting his dad to read it aloud, so really, there was little point in tormenting myself about the whole thing. I ignored the little voice in the back of my head trying to goad me into thinking about Malfoy expertly fucking me the day before and then casting me aside not two minutes after we were done, and instead pulled on some cosy pyjamas and thought about making myself some eggs and bacon. And maybe some fried tomatoes and a bit of black pudding. And, gods, some hot buttered toast on the side and a strong cup of tea. 

However, I was halfway down the stairs—and still salivating at the thoughts of my upcoming breakfast—when an almighty drone arose, along with what sounded like several dying cats.

I opened the front door and there was a man standing right on the doorstep playing a bloody bagpipe. In the centre of London, on a Sunday morning. My neighbours would be livid. Never mind my neighbours, I was livid! 

"What the fuck, mate?" I roared over the din. 

He stopped playing—if you could call it that; his piping appeared to be the long-lost missing link between music and noise—for long enough to shout "Gift for Mr Potter from Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Esquire," and he produced an envelope from within his rather large and tasselled sporran.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

And so to the tagging. Loads have been tagged already, but I'm not going to check who -- just tag some folks I know are working on stuff and I am pure nosy and want to read some of it. So @kbrick @lqtraintracks @aibidil @cavendishbutterfly @the-sinking-ship @the-starryknight @skeptiquewrites @gnarf @oknowkiss @sweet-s0rr0w you're all tagged!

#wip snip #drarry #drarry fic #maesterchill writes

[shadowmonkstone]

Now hopefully everything you just heard has happened like it should and I’m now talking to The Old Man. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell your real name here just in case those wankers from the Flaming Fist find this first.

Anyway, listen. You know that gig I took in Baldur’s Gate? It turned to seven shades of shite, and by seven shades of shite I mean a bloody Mind Flayer tadpole in my brain. By some miracle I haven’t sprouted tentacles yet so hopefully I have some time to un-fuck myself - but I’m not holding out hope.

The buggers zapped me onto their giant floating squid, trapped me in a pod and dropped the ‘effin tadpole right into my bloody eyeball. If that wasn’t bad enough, the squid was being attacked by an army of red dragons and devil-men because of course it sodding was. In the chaos the pod I’m in breaks open and I’m free.

Then before I know it there’s someone else broken free too. Absolute lunatic she was, but she had a big, fuck-off sword and the attitude to match. What’s really fucked up is our minds connected thanks to us both having tadpoles. It’s the same way I’m able to use this stone. Whatever is going on in my brain is letting me do stuff with it I can’t explain and I’ll be honest with you, I don’t want to be able to explain either.

Guess what? Before I know it there’s another woman trapped in a pod, but she’s a half-elf too and yeah, before you say anything I know I can’t help myself. But she’s just like me and I’m telling you, when you’re half and half you’re not welcome in either whole. So of course I bloody well helped her.

That didn’t go down well with the sword wielding lunatic but shit happens, beggars can’t be choosers when you’re all fighting for your lives.

Speaking of, ended up finding our way to where they…sail? Is that even the right word? The squid and one of the Mind Flayers there literally spoke to my brain and told me how to navigate the bastard thing.

So, naturally, I ended up crashing it.

And that’s where I am, on a bloody beach somewhere I don’t know, talking to a stone I half-inched from a wizard in Baldur’s Gate.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 rp #bg3 act 1 #lae’zel #shadowheart

[not-in-public]

I didn't know I'd have so many feelings about this, but here we go.

Kit Connor's announcement regarding his sexuality has sickened me. Worse still was that the pressure he felt under to do so came from individuals claiming to be pro-queer.

I cannot stress this enough: I fail to see how this kind of behaviour can ever be seen as pro-queer? How can forcing an individual to publicly share a personal part of themselves *ever* be something other than a witch hunt?

My sexuality has always been ambiguous. I'm happy without a definite label and I've happily navigated life without "coming out" to those nearest and dearest to me.

Am I comfortable discussing sexuality around those same people? Absolutely. Have they ever pressured me to explain my sexuality? Of course not.

Not a single human on this good green earth is required to define a personal aspect of themselves for another human being.

Let's drop the discord around queerbaiting. Hell, I'd be happy to drop the discord around coming out. Let humans love the humans they want. Let them fancy the humans they want.

We now live in a society where my happily self-certified heterosexual husband can walk down the street and swoon over another man. Does he need to explore, define, announce his sexuality beyond this? I dearly hope not. Long may his eye boggling of other men continue.

This is why requiring labels on someone's sexuality is damaging. It places artificial boundaries on those we can and cannot feel attraction to.

However, I entirely understand and support others' desire to adopt and embrace those labels. If defining your sexuality brings peace, that is fan-bloody-tastic as far as I'm concerned.

Life does not and will never occur in black and white. Let's live in those beautiful shades of grey.

Shame on anyone who believes otherwise. I hope you are proud of yourself for forcing someone still in adolescence to publicly announce what it took me nearly double that time to feel comfortable enough to accept in myself.

Finally, please don't confuse my sentiments above for a lack of understanding regarding queerphobia, homophobia, biphobia or any such hate crime. Today's world is a far cry from perfect. We still have a long way to go before every human feels loved and accepted for who they are. However, I think it's time to embrace how far we've come.

#heartstopper #kit connor #bisexual #gay #lesbian #heterosexual #queer representation #let people be people #pansexual #aroace

[yrluvjane]

ƦƠԼԼƖƝƓ ƬӇЄ ƊƖƇЄ ƛƝƊ ƑԼƖƤƤƖƝƓ ƬӇЄ ƤƛƓЄ (Part 1)

13 Years.

13 Years since the day you believed you lost your husband. 13 years since the day your friends died. 13 Years since the day your family was shadowed in darkness and 13 Years since your life crumbled to ash.

If you had told me, 13 years ago, that there was a chance that I could be in my husband's arms once more, I would've kicked you out the bloody window.

But here you wete, sitting on one of the sofa's in 12 Grimmauld Place; a glass of wine in one hand, trying to wrap your mind of what was happening.

You sat in front of the fire place, it was not lit but it was not the fire that attracted your attention. There was a mess of floo powder all over the floor, coating the edges of the fireplace in grey dirt.

You had been staring at the that for the past two or three hours, your stare turning from one of confusion to curiosity, worry, anger, doubt and hope.

It was around 5 days since Dumbledore apparated outside the wards of your house, in hopes to speak with you about an urgent topic. At first you believed something happened to Harry, that he was hurt or attacked but no if only it was about Harry.

No, Dumbledore had wished to inform you he was in contact with your long, lost husband, Sirius. When he said, the teacup that was reaching for your lips fell and shattered on the ground, spilling the hot liquid and staining the carpet.

Dumbledore only flicked his wand twice for the cup to return to its original state and the stain to vanish; continuing as though he spoke of a new recipe he saw in the British Bake Off.

He told you that Sirius was framed by Peter and that he has been hiding all over Europe in the past two years. When Dumbledore mentioned he knew where Sirius was for two years and 'suspected' he was innocent; you had the sudden urge to smash the teapot over your previous Headmaster's head.

And now you sat, staring at dirt and getting yourself drunk; hoping to avoid your husband, who should arrive any moment now. You downed the rest of your glass and leaned over to refill it just as the door opened.

"I'm fine, Molly." You sighed as you watched the red liquid pout out of the bottle.

You are definitely not fine

A voice commented in your head, it's been 13 years! People change, what if he doesn't love me anymore, or doesn't want me around, what if he doesn't want her.

"I'm not Molly." Harry said sheepishly as he fiddled with his fingers. "May I?"

"Sure. Come on in, make yourself comfortable." You invited as you pulled your blanket and draped it over his legs. "Want a sip?" You asked raising your glass once you caught Harry's eyes. "You'll be legal in a few years and merlin knows what type of things you'll be doing this year."

You definitely were not sober.

"Aunt Y/n!" Harry exclaimed as his face reddened the same shade as his house scarf. "Just be safe, cause if you become a father before the age of 24; I will snap your wand."

Harry stared down in embarrassment and cleared his throat. "I wanted to ask if you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm going to see my husbsnd for the first time in thirteen year, where he was framed for murder." You replied in a defensive tone, motioning with your hands and heavily swallowing your alcoholic drink.

"Why does everyone think I'm not fine?! I am wonderful. Fan-freakin-tastic. I am super!"

You turned to face Harry's concerned and shocked face and realised you must've sound like a crazy person.

You took a deep breath and motioned for Harry to lean in. He rested his head at your lap as you brushed your fingers over his hair.

"I'm okay, Haz."

"It's just...this may be a lot to handle. I mean I remember when I found out the truth about Peter. I just feel like you meeting Sirius again is as scary as me meeting my parents or something. I think it's alright to be nervous." Harry replied as he played with a loose thread on his jacket.

"I am not nervous."

That was also a lie but you weren't ready to spill all your drunken emotions over to a 15 year old boy.

Harry gave you a look as if to say "really?"

"Shouldn't you be somewhere with Ron talking about Quidditch and girls?" You teased as Harry scoffed.

"If I talked girls with Ron, I'll be lonely the rest of my life."

You let a laugh bubble out of you, Harry soon joining in.

"Is Elle coming over later?" Harry asked after a moment of silence, his face flushing slightly. You chuckled. "Tomorrow morning." You assured him, knowing he had a liking to your 14 year old daughter.

"Are you going to tell Sirius?"

That was the million dollar question, she had to tell him, he was her father, she was his daughter. It would be wrong of her not to tell him.

But she couldn't help wonder, if Sirius didn’t want a child. He always wished to end the Black line. And they never really spoke about having one and maybe he would be to occupied with being Harry's Godfather.

He just got out of prison it would be insane to just bombard him with two teenagers.

"I have to tell him at some point. Though, i am compelled to the idea of leaving and letting them meet each other tomorrow on their own." She suggested, half-joking.

"I'm sure Sirius would be glad to have a daughter. 12 Years in Azkaban, I think some family company could do him well."

She couldn't believe it, 12 years in Azkaban; a soul-sucking prison, reserved for the worst of the worst. The word itself made a shiver run down your spine.

The day of Sirius's imprisonment flashed right before your eyes as though it was a recent memory.

"No! He didn't do it!" You had shouted, the Aurors ignored as they trashed your house. "Mrs. Black-" An Auror began approaching you but you pushed him with your might.

"HE DIDN'T DO IT!" You shouted, you magic flaring and shattering all the windows, a spray of glass showered the ground. '"Mrs. Black if you don't compose yourself right this instant, i will have no choice but to detain you!" The head Auror yelled at you.

You eyes were streaming with tears, the rain from the outside storm began pouring into the the house. The thunder strikes defeaned your ears as you stared at the middle-aged man with nothing but fury in your eyes.

"Get out." You gritted through clenched teeth, you hands fisted at either side of you. "I beg your pardon?" He scoffed.

"Get out of my house!" You snapped, you could feel your magic crackle in the air. The vases, tables and chairs began to shake, the flamws in the fireplace raged shockingly.

The rest of the Aurors stood in their place, unsure with what to do. "You have no authority to tell me what to do!" The Head Auror shouted at you, his wand raised to level with your throat.

With the anger inside of you boiling and reaching its limit, you yelled at the top of your lungs; a surge of magic rushing out as it exploded all your vases and glassware. The couches, chairs and tables all flying out of their place and hitting against the wall.

A moment of silence rang as the Aurors battled if whether it was safe to put their sheilds down. "Let's go," The Head Auror said as he gathered his team. "We will be back."

And true to his word, he did come back but at that point you were too numbed by the amount of calming draught, they made you ingest.

You shook your head as though it would push the memory back to the end of your mind. "I hope your right."

And no later than an hour, you were sat at one end of the large dining table while Sirius sat all the way on the other end.

And though there were only eight or nine seats (per side) that separated you, it fel as though half of London was in between you.

Your eyes kept roaming over his body, though he smiled, joked, laughed and played, you could tell he was somewhat exhausted.

That moment when when his smile fell, his shoulders sagged and his head bowed down allowing his eyes to rest on you.

You saw his eye slightly widened as though he was noticing for the first time in ages - which was exactly what was happening right now - he placed his glass of drink on the table and gave you a small smile.

The side of his eyes wrinkled at the gesture and you couldn't help but feel the same dropping feeling you got almost twenty years ago when you first fell in love with him.

Harry, who was sat next to him kept blabbing about something, but for the first time tonight Sirius didn’t look as though he was engrossed into the conversation.

Sirius stared at you, head tilted as his eyes scanned every aspect of your face. He couldn't believe it was you after all this time. Your hair was all disheveled and your makeup was slightly smudged but you still looked as beautiful as they you two got married.

Y/n subtly motions her head to the side and gets up from her seat, elegantly slipping out of the room.

"Excuse me, Harry." Sirius said, clearing his throat as he stared at where Y/n left and made his way out the room.

The halls got quieter the more he walked, he didn't have to check the other rooms to guess where Y/n slipped into.

He immediately turned towards the stairs and walked up to the upstairs library. There was only one thing in the world that Y/n liked more than coffee and that was books.

Muggle, magic, dark or light. Y/n could always be found nursing one. He quietly opened the door to it letting the smell of old tomes engulf him.

Y/n sat on an armchair at the far end of the room, looking through a dark, hard-covered grimore.

"Most of those books are cursed y'know." Sirius commented as he softly let the door shut. He took a sip of his drink and walked towards her as she let out a gentle 'Ah'.

"Most dark books are, though said curses can be avoided if opened correctly..." She said as she brushed her fingers down the spine and muttered quietly, the next the book let out a soft click as the locks on the side freed it.

Though nothing she said was processed in Sirius's head, he was still hungover on the part his wife was infront of him and speaking to him.

She turned and faced him with a small smile, "Won't you sit?"

Sirius walked over and took a seat right infront of her. He noted her flushed cheeks and the trembling hands over her lap.

"I'm sorry." Sirius said truly as he stared at his shoes.

"Sorry?" Y/n began as she stared up at him with furrowed brows, "Sirius you didn't do anything wrong."

"I did, I left you. I broke our vows, my most important promises to you." He said, she tried to cut him off but he shook his head.

"This is all my fault, if i didn't tell James to make Peter the secret keeper last minute, him and Lily could still be alive, Harry wouldn't be an orphan, Remus wouldn't suffer the full moon alone, I wouldn’t have been in Azkaban..." He took a deep, shaky breath. "You wouldn't have been alone for 13 years."

He looked up at Y/n his grey eyes meeting her's. "You don't know that, for all we know James and Lily could've died a week later even if Peter didn't betray them."

"And Remus didn't spend his full moons alone, I was with him." She stood up and sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on his knee.

"And I wasn't alone for 13 years, a part of you was with me every moment of them." She said as Sirius stared at the diamond on her ring finger.

A hesitated hand, placed itself over her as his thumb stroked the ring. "After all this time?" He said as he stared at her, "Always."

(IT FIT SO WELL, I'M SORRY!)

He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss. "Your not afraid of me." He stated more than questioned.

"Why would you think I was afraid of you?"

"You didn't want to talk to me."

"Sirius, I didn't want to talk to you because..." Y/n stopped and gulped as Sirius leaned back with furrowed brows and faced her. "I didn't think, you'd still want me anymore. 13 years is more enough for someone to fall out of love with their partner."

"You really think i could stop loving you? no matter how many years apart i could never stop loving you. I loved you then, I love you now and I will love you after 30 years when we are old and grey. I loved you since the first day we met and will love you till the day I die and till the day we meet again. 13 years are nothing comparing to my love to you."

#golden trio era #older sirius black #sirius black #sirius black x reader #older sirius black x reader #post azkaban sirius #post azkaban sirius x reader #sirius black angst #sirius orion black #sirius x reader #dad sirius black #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n

[moonlightmile12]

"After Mick Taylor came along, and they got a little bluesier - just straight-up blues rock and roll - it was fan-bloody-tastic. I used to like to watch the tracks come together, because they would literally write in the studio. So you would be able to see the whole procession of ideas that led to the finished song.

"I could sit and listen to Mick Taylor all night. He would never make a mistake and every take would be different. And he'd make you cry. It really was good. He was a little bit hard to get in touch with as a person. He was a very private man, didn't put out much. But I loved listening to him play night after night after night. It was not boring. Whereas working with Eric or Jeff or Pagey or even Hendrix you could get really bored. They're not on all the time, you know.

I really think Mick Taylor had a big influence on the direction the band took. Who knows? After Brian left, and they started working with Jimmy Miller, and they did 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' and 'Street Fighting Man', obviously it got very much more rock and roll. Then Mick Taylor comes along and it really sort of put the icing on the cake. They went in that fantastic direction because they could start jamming again. They hadn't been jamming for a long time."

Andy Johns

#andy johns #mick taylor

[wishful-soda]

Oh. My. God. I can't believe it's been, what, 3 weeks since the chapter came out and I am only just writing this now??? So I guess there's no real need for a spoiler warning, but uhhh here it is, I guess. I'm about to dissect the fuck outta this chapter, so here we go!

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What I wouldn't give to hear Daniel try and impersonate Charles in that situation; hasty, rushed, making absolutely no sense but trying his hardest not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation 😂

You'd have thought that with the fake-dating sitch, they would have covered the allergies and finicky details that a boyfriend should/would know...guess not. 🤦‍♀️ Any reason you chose to give her a cherry allergy?

DANIEL. ACCEPT 👏 THE FACT 👏 THAT 👏 CHARLES 👏 IS DOING 👏 YOU A FAVOUR. 👏 MY GOD, MAN.

Mr. Italian-Australian wombo-combo out here literally trying to foil their plan... talk about self-sabotaging behaviour.

Max...dear old pal, Max...could you have exclaimed the reader's hickey aNY LOUDER?! This man is about as subtle as a brick through a window.

DANIEL STOP BEING IN PUBLIC WHEN YOU MENTION PENETRATING THE READER, FIRST YOU OH-SO-DELICATELY SHOWCASE YOUR POST-FINGERBANGING FINGERS TO CHARLES AND SUCK THEM LIKE A GODDAMN LOLLIPOP AND THEN YOU'RE LIKE "Just remember I get to be inside her 😃" Ms. Soda, this man is so beautiful yet so cocky and I mean, it's hot but jeez...so many emotions.

My heart when Max is like "you haven't even looked at another woman" and he's teetering over the edge of finding out because Daniel is so close to spilling the beans on the whole goddamn project every five minutes 📈📈📈📈📈

Look, now I'll admit that for the majority of these chapters, I'm filled with this unbridled frustration because of their situation and the fact that neither of them can see the love that they have for each other, but my heart fucking MELTED so many times. When the reader was up on stage and he was just in awe about her laugh and how happy she was and the fact he called it a gift??? MY. GODDAMN. HEART. CAN'T. HANDLE. IT. It's so cute!! Or when the reader put her hand on his chest and was so genuinely worried about his mom not liking her anymore??? But that could be my own mommy issues coming through lmao. It's just so wholesome and sweet and real, you know?

"You're harder to hate than you think you are" MS. SODA WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY FEELS. DO YOU WANT ME TO DISSOLVE INTO A PUDDLE OF FLUFF ON THE FLOOR?? CAUSE I'LL DO IT!

Omg I was dying at the fact that he knew that she saved the photo 😆

"YoU tOLd Me To keEp iT iN mY pAnTs" it's so something I could imagine daniel saying with his good ol' cheeky grin cause he knows he's being annoying by being facetious.

Even outside of the story, I am not Christian Horner's biggest fan, and I think you covered the term "stick it to him" perfect by having them fuck in his office, just oh so perfect. *chef's kiss* 🤌

I cannot begin to express how much I live and breathe for the soft moments that they have after being intimate. Like last chapter (I think it was last chapter) when they're in the bathroom and he interlocks his hands with hers, and at the end here when they're just talking and he's like 'I've broken down your first level of defense' but she knows he's broken down so much more than that. SO GOOD!

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I think that about sums it up for this total MASTERPIECE of a chapter you have so graciously provided us with. As always, a fan-bloody-tastic job, Ms. Soda and I thank you kindly for your services to fuelling my simping. Love you so much!!

-💜

Oh man, it really has been 3 weeks, holy shit I need to get the next chapter up. 😅

Listen, I would also kill to hear Dan do that impression because we all know how horrible he is at speaking French and he legit has a line named after a word in French 😂

I know, I know, I like to think that they spent a lot of time prepping for the fake dating sitch and this allergy just fell through the cracks? The reason for the cherry allergy is kind of self subservient...I am allergic to cherries 😬

Self sabotaging? Who? Dan? He would never right? 😂 ohhhh our beautiful stupid sweet boy. Also cackling at wombo-combo.

Okay I totally heard Max yelling that crazy loud in my head when I was writing it, because you're absolutely right, he is as subtle as a brick through a window, that's the perfection description.

Hear me out, hear me out; the cocky as fuck attitude...who else could pull it off but Daniel right? Show me another man who can be as cocky and full of himself and at the same time be hot as hell...you can't it's not possible. So I apologize for playing it up but I also feel like it just has to be done y'know?

I'm dying at "the whole goddamn project", the way you word things, I stg I love it so much, please be my bestie. It literally slays me.

I just really love seeing the reader through Daniel's eyes because I feel like he's finally moving past the denial and realizing he digs her and she's not there yet, she still thinks she's all tough and shit 🙄 So we get to see some mushyness that we wouldn't really see from her. Also I am also obsessed with her caring about Grace's opinion too, I just am.

I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE YOU DISSOLVE INTO A PUDDLE BUT I'M FLATTERED THAT MY WRITING GAVE YOU FEELS. I feel like these aren't going to jump into it with 'I love you' or even 'I like you.' they're just not able to be that honest with themselves right. so I thought it was a cute way to show some feelings in a way that felt true to them.

I thought him saying that was SO Daniel too!! Like such a lame painful joke but one he'd snicker at and be so stupidly proud of. He thrives on being annoying to reader.

We all know it's what Christian deserves right, both in the story and IRL. Someone get on that IRL. (call Max!)

I also live and breath their soft moments 😭😭😭 they're like my favorite thing to write because I really feel like that's when they're both at their most open and vulnerable and they can be a little bit real with each other. I also like the idea of the hand holding and other little things like that being a huge showing of affection/love that they're subconsciously doing without even realizing they're giving themselves away.

Thank you SO much bby!! I always love to hear you thoughts and love to just hear from you in general, it's always so lovely to talk to you 🥰😘 I'm so glad you loved the chapter and I hope you're doing wonderful 😘😘😘

#💜 anon

[divorcedcaejose]

3 and 15 for the ask game!

3. Fave anime opening?

Bloody Stream! Ughhhh it's soooo good! The art direction is fan-fucking-tastic! the song is a banger and have you ever read the lyrics??? many many thoughts on those alone

15. Top 3 side characters?

Polnareff, Avdol, Caesar (my best friends forever <3)

#ask game

[mnkngt]

Marc had done it again. Fan-bloody-tastic. He wakes up in the middle of a town, somewhat larger than the one before, but still on the smaller side. It’s quite lovely, Steven admits, but the only issue is, he has absolutely zero clue of where he is. So he walks further into town, less apprehensive than before and actually takes the time to look around. Seems nice enough. He’s stopped to watch a herd of sheep cross the road, when suddenly @brynhildrtm​ steps in front of him. Steven blinks himself out of the trance. “ Oh, wonderful. Um... could you erm... tell me where I am? I’m a... traveler. ”

#interactions. // #whatever he did before is completely up to u babe #my lil vegan boy loves watching animals