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onlyonetifosi · 1 year

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First Podium, Family Celebration

-> it has been a good weekend for the Leclerc family and specially the little Leclerc sibling

As the sun rose over the Bahrain International Circuit, the tension in the air was palpable. It was the start of the 2023 F2 season, and for one young driver, this race meant everything. And what's more exciting is that you will be racing alongside your twin brother, Arthur Leclerc. He is older than you by 16 minutes, but you both share the same passion for racing. You were signed by Prema, while Arthur was with Dams.

As you arrived at the circuit for the first race of the season, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You were competing against some of the best drivers in the world, and you wanted to prove yourself. But at the same time, you were also excited to be racing alongside your brother. As you headed out for the first practice session, you quickly got into the rhythm of things. You felt comfortable in the car, and you were setting some decent lap times.

As the weekend progressed, you started to gain more confidence, and by the time qualifying came around, you were ready to go all out. Qualifying was intense, and you were fighting hard for a good grid position. You managed to put in a solid lap and ended up qualifying in P4. Arthur, on the other hand, was a bit further back in P7.

As you approached your car, you saw Ollie Bearman, your teammate and former crush, grinning at you. "Good luck out there," he said, giving you a pat on the back. "You've got this."

You smiled back at him, feeling grateful for the support. It was then that you heard a voice behind you. "Hey there, ma puce" Arthur said, using the nickname he had given you when you were kids.

You turned around to see your brother standing there, looking just as nervous as you felt. "Hey Turo," you replied, using the nickname you had given him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good," Arthur said, grinning. "But not as good as you're going to feel when you get up on that podium."

You laughed, feeling your nerves start to dissipate. "Thanks, Arty. That means a lot coming from you. You are going to be there too"

With a final grin, Arthur wished you luck and made his way back to the Dams team garage. You watched him go, feeling a sense of pride and affection welling up inside you. Despite the playful rivalry between you, you knew that Arthur was always there for you when it mattered.

The race itself was a blur of speed and adrenaline. You pushed your car to the limit, trying to stay ahead of the pack and secure that coveted podium spot. When the checkered flag finally came down, you felt a surge of triumph as you crossed the finish line in second place.

Race day arrived, and you were feeling pumped. You knew that you had a good chance of getting a podium, and you were determined to make it happen. As the lights went out, you got off to a good start, and you were immediately fighting for positions. Arthur had a fantastic start and quickly made his way up the field. He was pushing hard and was soon battling for the lead. You were a bit further back, but you were also making progress.

As the race progressed, Arthur was leading the way, and you were right behind him in P2. You could see him pushing hard, and you knew that he wanted to win. You also knew that you had a chance of getting your first podium, and you were determined not to let it slip away. With a few laps to go, Arthur made a bold move and took the lead. You were right behind him, and you could see that he was driving at his absolute limit. You were also pushing hard, and you knew that you had to make a move soon if you wanted to win.

The Leclerc family was all present at the race, including your mother, Pascal, and your other brothers, Lorenzo and Charles.

In the end, Arthur held on to take the win, and you crossed the line in P2, securing your first podium finish in F2. As you pulled into Park Fermé, you could see your brothers, Charles and Lorenzo, waiting for you. They were both beaming with pride, and you could see how happy they were for you and Arthur. As you stepped out of your car, you ran towards your brothers, and you all hugged each other tightly. You were all cheering, and you could feel the love and support that your family had for you.

Arthur was already there, claiming that he had won the race and that he deserved all the attention. You playfully punched him in the arm, laughing, and started fighting for your family's attention. Turo was the first one to hug you, congratulating you on your achievement. He was genuinely proud of you, but he couldn't resist teasing you.

"I won the race!" he teased. "You're just second place!"

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. "I beat you in qualifying yesterday, so I'm still ahead of you," you retorted.

"I knew you could do it" he said, opening your and his visor to look at your eyes.

"Thank you Tur Tur" you said with your helmets together, as he was leaned down to be at your height.

Your maman stepped in then, pulling you both into a tight hug. "I am so proud of both of mes enfants" she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Your father would be so proud of you too."

You all stood there for a moment, basking in the warmth of your family's love and support. It was a moment you would never forget.

"Hey, Carla!" you called out, waving to her. "Come over here and celebrate with us!"

Carla came over and hugged you tightly, congratulating you on your amazing performance. You had always been close to her, and she was like a sister to you.

As you continued to celebrate with your family, Arthur pulled you aside and whispered, "I know about you and Ollie, you know."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him in surprise. You had been crushing on Ollie for months, but you had never told anyone about your feelings, not even Arthur.

"How did you know?" you asked him.

"I could just tell," he said, shrugging. "Besides, it's not like you're very subtle about it."

You blushed, feeling embarrassed, but also relieved that your secret was out in the open.

"And what do you think?" you asked him hesitantly.

Arthur grinned mischievously. "I think it's about time you told him how you feel."

You smiled, feeling emboldened by his words.

As you stood on the podium, tears of joy streaming down your face, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion.

And so, later that night, after the race was over and the crowds had dispersed, you found Ollie waiting for you in the paddock.

You took a deep breath and walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey," he replied, looking at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath and blurted out, "I really like you, Ollie. I've liked you for a long time now, and I just wanted to tell you that."

Ollie looked at you, his eyes shining with emotion. "I like you too," he said, before leaning in and kissing you.

As you pulled away from him, you heard a loud whoop from behind you. And then, as you turned back to your family, you saw Arthur and his girlfriend Carla standing there, watching you with amused expressions on their faces, as Arthur started yelling, "I knew it!" Your mother and brothers scolded him for his little discretion, and Pascal even pulled his ear in jest. However, you all started laughing, and the moment was captured in a photo that would forever be cherished.

"Would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked.

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "Yes, I would," you said.

As the F2 season progressed, you and Ollie continued to grow closer, with Arthur teasing you both every step of the way. Despite the teasing, you knew that Arthur was genuinely happy for you and your success.

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bloodynereid · 2 months

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Correspondence

part 2 of Those Sunlit Kisses ! read part 1 here, part 3 here & part 4 here

pairing: robert 'rosie' rosenthal x oc (lucy everett)

tw: mentions of war, bomb bunkers, love letters, general fluff, mentions of kissing

description: the love letters between a young couple eager to see each other again.

a/n: whooo part 2!! this part was always in the works ever since i wrote part 1 and even if it's wayyy shorter than the first one i'm still proud of it. ALSO i would strongly recommend you read part 1 before starting this or else you will probably understand nothing that is going on. i hope you enjoy and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

My dearest Rosie,

I realized you didn’t get my address the moment your train was pulling out of the station, and so I hope this letter reaches you safe and sound. I already miss you more than I thought was possible. What have you done to me, Rosie?

The sun is setting and that Artie Shaw record you love is playing and my thoughts are just filled with you. I finished packing a few minutes ago, I’m all ready to leave for London in the morning. And I seem to already be regretting my decision to leave this place. I feel such apprehension towards my job and my life there.

One small consolation is that you, my dear, will be closer to me. I eagerly await your response and remember you will always have a place in my heart. I love you.

Yours,

Lucy XXXXX

My darling Lucy,

You cannot imagine the joy that went through my body when I received your letter. Oh my dear how I miss you so. I want to go back to those days on the beach.

The summer sun here is almost stifling, it makes the oil pungent and the heat seems to be strangling me. I am currently hiding away in my bunk, trying to read your letter in peace but Croz keeps sending me these glances. It’s like he knows I’m writing to you and not my Ma, but that might be because of the stupid grin that appears on my face whenever I think of you. You are also plaguing me in every way.

I imagine that you are in London now, just hours away from me… I could easily just hop on a train and go see your beautiful face again. Or maybe you can come here soon. Just say the word, my love.

Tell me all about work and your new article! I searched for your paper this morning and imagine my surprise to find your name inscribed there in neat ink. They just published that article you were telling me about a week ago. It was truly incredible, darling.

I can hear Crosby calling, so with lingering thoughts of you I sign off.

All my love,

Rosie XXXXX

P.S. - Crosby says hi!

Dear Major Rosenthal,

Well isn’t that an official way to start my letter to you. Don’t worry you’re still my Rosie ♥. I’m sorry the heat is horrid over there, if it makes you feel any better I have to sleep with all my windows open because I feel like I’m about to collapse whenever a new gust of heat hits me.

It is dreadfully late to be writing to you but I am too excited to wait until tomorrow. It was wonderful to get your letter as well, my dear. You have been on my mind a lot today, what’s new about that?

I was sitting on my little kitchen table while the sun was starting to rise and it felt like your arms were around me once more. Maybe I am becoming delirious with my yearning for you or it may just be the heat, but oh I miss you so much, my darling.

I do not know when your next mission is but know you’re in my thoughts and be sure to come back to me.

I am so very glad you read my article, and enjoyed it. I am also grateful you didn’t sing my praises too much, I truly do hate compliments as you know. My next assignment is very exciting. I feel like an actual journalist for once! I’ll be getting to do some field work and interviews so I’m very much hoping that this signifies some kind of turning point.

I wish I could go visit you and see that beautiful plane you were telling me about. When do you have leave again? Or maybe I’ll just take some time off to see you one weekend. Let us meet soon, my darling. Thoughts of seeing you again have me going all giddy inside.

Tell Crosby I say hello! I’m glad you have someone there for you, my darling, when I can’t be. I hope I can meet him soon! I sign off with a kiss and will now go to sleep, awaiting dreams filled with you.

Only yours,

Lucy XXXXX

Dearest love,

Hello my darling. It truly feels like an eternity since we last saw each other, that house by the beach seems so far away. If you’re becoming delirious with thoughts of me then I’m inclined to say that I’m feeling the same way about you. I have just gotten back from a mission and foregoing any details, it did not go well.

However, I did seem to feel your presence surrounding me while I was up there. Maybe it was because I was so close to death a few too many times and you steered me away from the edge. It was as if you were next to me and whispering sweet things in my ear.

Oh I am so proud of you, my dear. And I will now sing more praises about you because you deserve them and more. I will be eagerly awaiting your article and I hope you aren’t overworking yourself.

My next leave is in about two weeks and then I have a few sparse weekend passes. Things are amping up over here… I can’t say much more but it’s going to be an important day. I would love it if you came up here but only if it works for you. I am sure I can find some halfway decent jazz clubs in London, so don’t worry yourself too much about that. I just want to see you again.

Crosby read the last part of your last letter and now has been harassing me to meet you. Apparently I look like a love sick idiot while reading your letters and I do have to admit that’s probably true.

I cannot wait for your next letter, sweetheart. I hope you slept well and know you have been in my dreams since the first night we met.

Always and forever,

Your Rosie XXXX

My dear Rosie,

I am beyond glad and grateful that you are safe, at least for now. This may be short as I’m in one of the bomb shelters at the moment and there is limited light, but I wanted to reply to you as soon as possible.

I am sure that I can get some time off to see you in the next few weeks. I finished my article and it’s currently being revised, which is exciting. Would next weekend work for you? I could come down there and you can show me around the town, I’ll need to find some place to stay but other than that I am beyond ready to see you.

Do tell Crosby to stop harassing you since I will most likely be there soon to meet him. And do let him know that he is welcome to come to London with you at any time as I have a spare room which I’m sure you wouldn’t be using if you ever came to visit. I love you and I miss you.

Eternally yours,

Lucy XXXXX

Darling Lucy,

I hope you’re alright and this letter finds you safely. Next weekend would be perfect, Crosby somehow made arrangements so you have a place close to the base to stay at! He seems more excited to finally meet you than I thought was possible. Of course, I am beyond happy to finally see you again.

It has been a long few weeks without getting to see your face, my dear. I don’t know if I could survive another month without kissing you and running my hands through your hair. I go up again in a few hours and wanted to write this before I left. You should know that the note you gave me before I left on that Sunday afternoon has become my good luck charm. It sits in the pocket of my jacket as of this moment.

Maybe sometime soon I can go to London and drag Croz along with me. And that bed sounds more inviting than my bunk…

I love you my darling, and I cannot wait to see you.

Sending you all my love,

Rosie XXXX

BOARDING TRAIN. ON MY WAY. SEE YOU SOON. LOVE. LUCY.

part 3

so... little notes about this part: i actually wrote all of the letters except the last one by hand in one of my notebooks before transcribing them and changing a few details. i just felt like it would make them more real idk, if anyone wants to see pictures just like lmk haha.

a few other details of the letters: i have a book of like a collection of letters from wwi and i used some of those as a reference point. i also looked up a bunch of stuff which was actually a really nice self indulgent research project.

crosby was always meant to make an appearance but i ended up toning it down from the original plan.

next part will be the reunion fic and then there's going to be a time jump which will be fun. i'm really just playing with the timeline at this point don't think too hard about it.

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cherrycola27 · 2 years

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Take Me to Bed,

Love Me Forever

Paring: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign Artemis)

Warnings: Language, Mentions of past trauma, ejection, almost dying. Angsty, Fluff, and Smut. Minors DNI. 18+

A/N: Yall this piece was a rollercoaster of emotions to write, it is easily one of the best things I have written and something I am very proud oof. I seriously hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please like/comment/ reblog so others can enjoy it too.

You enter your house much later than you usually do. Your husband had been home hours before you pacing the floor. Work had been hell today to say the least.

There had been an accident and you had to eject. You had to stay in the infirmary until you had been cleared to leave. Maverick had made him go home, telling him there was nothing he could do for you there but to be ready for you when you walk through the door that evening. You would need him then more than anything.

You toed off your boots by the door and unzipped your flight suit. You tied the arms of it around your waist and made your way to the kitchen clad only in it and a black sports bra. When you turned on the lights you jumped. He was sitting there at the breakfast nook clutching a glass of water.

"Rooster you scared me half to death." You tell him trying to regain control of your breathing.

"I didn't scare you any worse than you scared me today Artie" He replied standing up to pull you close to his chest. Your nose crinkled at the nickname he had given you. During the first weeks you had known Rooster back when you were younger he had shortened your call sign from 'Artemis' to 'Artie' and it had stuck.

"I'm fine Bradley. I promise." You tell him as he looks deeply into your eyes. "I could have lost you today Y/N" He whispers as he kisses your hair line. You burrow your head into his chest and breath in his scent. He was right, you could have died today, this morning when you had kissed him on the tarmac before you climbed into your F-18 could have been the last. But it wasn't. And you were thankful for that.

He tips your face up by your chin. His eyes are so full of love for you. His fingers trace over your features. "What are you doing?" You ask him. "Making sure I have it all memorized. Just in case." He replies before slanting his lips over yours.

His kisses are slow, he languidly moved his lips against yours. You expected them to be full of heat, passion, desperation, but they aren't. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, not like you had almost died hours earlier.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he scoops you up and sets you on the kitchen counter. You both stay that way for a long while. Content to kiss each other and let your hands graze over one another. When the need for oxygen becomes too much your pull back and rest your forehead against his.

"Rooster." You breathe out. "Yes baby." He replies.

"Take me to bed." You whisper against his lips

"Absolutely" He mummbles before kissing you again as he lifts you off the counter to take you to the bedroom.

Your legs wrap around his torso as he seems to glide through the house with you in his arms. You press kissed to his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his throat, and to your favorite place, that sensitive spot behind his left ear that always makes him shutter.

He opens the door to your shared sleeping space and pushes you up against the wall, firmly holding you in place. The evidence of his desire presses into your core, you both hiss at the contact.

His hands palm your breasts through you sports bra as you tug at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and lifts his arms long enough for you to remove it from him. His dog tags clang together as they fall against his chest.

His nimble fingers find the zipper of your bra and slide it down. He slips the straps off your shoulders and tosses the garment to the side.

"Rooster!" You gasp as his warm, wet mouth encircles one of the sensitive buds. His hand finds the other and rolls it between his thumb and index finger.

His tongue flicks and licks your breast as he groans against your flesh. He pulls his mouth away with a pop and you moan in protests until he repeats his action on the other. You are still high from the adrenaline and his mouth and hands feel perfect against you. You feel your core clench around nothing and you swear if he keeps this up for just a few more minutes you are going to fall apart before he even gets you naked and touches you where you want him most.

You can't stop the breathy moans that leave your mouth as he worships your chest. He licks, sucks, pulls, and tugs. Your hands are tightly fisting his sandy curls holding him to you. His hips buck into your center and he groans at the contact, and that does it for you. "Rooster..." you moan out grinding yourself against him as the first high of the night washes over you.

He pulls back from you to study your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are hazy while you try to control your erratic breathing.

"Did you just?" He asks, his eyes wide at the realization. You shake your head as you are still coming down. "You've never finished just from me touching your breasts." He remarks with an almost cocky grin. "What can I say? Still high on adrenaline from earlier I guess." You tell him.

He drops a hand between the two of you and runs it up your center. You jerk at the touch. "So sensitive." He murmers against your ear. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to take good care of you."

He peels you away from the wall and sets you down on the bed. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down to his feet and quickly steps out of them. All that remains are his too tight black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Your hands shoot forward ready to free him and take him in your mouth but he gently pushes them away. "As much as I love it when you do that honey, I'm not the one who almost died today. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good." He states before kneeling infront of you.

He helps you out of your flight suit and slips your panties off and now you are bare before him. He grabs your ankle and trails feather-light kisses from it to the top of your thigh before switching to the other. You sit there in awe of him, watching how careful he is with you, how loving he his. You think back to earlier today and how scared he must have been. Worried if he would ever see you again, ever kiss you again, ever make love to you again. You can't help it but tears burn in your eyes and slip down your cheeks.

Rooster looks up and sees them. He sits beside you on the bed and pulls you close to him. He uses his thumbs to wipe them from your face. "Y/N it's okay, I'm right here, you are right here." You coos trying to calm you down.

"You must have been so scared." You choke out. "I must have been scared?" He asks you confused "You are the one that ejected today. If anyone should have been scared it should have been you Artie."

"Bradley, I know you. You were terrified. I heard it into your voice as you told me you loved me before I punched out." You tell him. "I um..." he didn't know how to respond. "I was scared. You're right." He confesses after a beat of silence. "I was afraid of the worst, and I just wanted you to hear it one more time just in case." He admits. Now he is the one on the verge of crying.

You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. "Well, you can't get rid of me that easily Bradshaw." You joke tapping his nose. "God I love you so much woman." He responds kissing your forehead.

"Well then Rooster your big stud, why don't you show me how much then?" You ask moving to straddle his lap.

He doesn't respond with his words. Instead he cards his finger through your hair and pulls you flush against him. He loves the feeling of your skin on his. He loves feeling your heat beating in your chest, yet another reminder that you are real, that you are there, that you are alive .

His lips kiss your face, your neck, the underside of your jaw. "Oh Bradley." You whimper as he sucks the delicate flesh of your neck into his mouth. He is normally careful not to leave anything that would be visible in a uniform or flight suit behind but he can't help himself today. He needs this, needs to remind himself that you cheated death today and that you really are in his arms.

You grind your bare slit over his clothed cock. Rooster is rock hard underneath you but doesn't seem to care about himself. He only cares about your pleasure and how good he can make you feel.

You are still sensitive from the first time he made you finish, but you want, no, need, more from him.

"Roos, please, I need more." You moan out. He turns and places you in the middle of the bed. He stops and looks at you. You look ethereal laying there, hair fanned out on the pillows, your skin flushed red is a stark contrast to the light grey sheets, you chest rising and falling causing a subtle bounce of your breast while your dog tags are nestled between them. He stares at you almost as if he is taking a picture. Committing this image of you so drunk on him to memory.

"Rooster." You breath out. Calling him back from the place he had been. He would never tell you this but you could see it in his eyes, just behind the hunger and the lust, you knew the first thing he thought of when you went down over the water was his father and how he never got to tell him good bye or how the last this his father ever heard wasn't Carole telling him she loved him.

"I love you" you spoke just above a whisper. "I know" He called back before sliding between your legs. You spread them a little wider to make room for his broad shoulders. Her peppered your thighs with kisses again, stopping every so often to suck marks into them that would be there for days to come.

Bradley's breath was hot over your core. He slipped his right arm around your thigh and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

He ran two fingers from his left hand along your slit, gathering your wetness. "So wet baby, so fucking wet." He sighed as he circled your clit. "All for you honey, only for you." You replied as your hips jerked at the contact.

He slipped his ring and middle fingers inside you. Your previous orgasm had left you so slick they slid in past the knuckle easily. He curled them deep inside of you. Bringing the pads of his fingers to the spot only he could reach. You felt the harsh cold metal of his wedding band against your burning flesh. His rhythm was slow at first. Painfully slow, curling his thick digits deep inside you with long slow strokes. You tried to grind yourself down on him but his other arm held you firmly in place. His silent way of telling you that you were going to take what he was giving you.

"More, please more." You gasped out. He was happy to obliged you, but only slightly. His fingers sped up just a bit and he curled his wrist to push them even deeper into you. You sighed as the friction built.

Your hands fisted the sheets and you thrashed your head wildly. "Please baby I need..." you could finish your thought. You brain was turning to much.

"Come one princess tell me what you need. I'll give you anything you ask for." You drew out the last words. "I need your mouth please Rooster... I need it so bad." You almost begged, almost.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied to you before sucking your clit into his mouth. "Ahhh yes, just like that baby" you cried out while he toyed with the swollen bundle of nerves. Your hand left his grip on the sheets. One hand lost itself in his now wild curls while the other gripped his bicep.

You whined as he licked a broad stripe across your clit before circling his tongue around it. You could feel him smirk along your folds. Once, in an orgasm induced post high conversation you asked him how he was so good with it. His answer? "I spell my name"

"You spell Rooster with your tongue?" You asked back not believing him. "No, my full name, Bradley Alexander Bradshaw." He tells you back. "Why?" You ask still confused. "Because if I write my name on it, everyone will know its mine." You had laughed at him for that, but it was true. You belonged to Bradley and he belonged to you.

You could feel the coil winding up inside you once again. His fingers kept their pace but his tongue and lips became faster, more erratic. You could feel the figure eights being draw over the nub as he alternated between that and sucking on it.

You were close and he could tell, your walls gripped his fingers, pulled them back in every time he tried to withdraw them. Rooster looked up to see you. You were a writhing moaning mess above him. Head thrown back, eyes closed, the knuckles gripping his hair white, your fingernails biting into his bicep sure to leave marks but he didn't care.

He harshly sucked you clit back into his mouth causing your eyes to fly open. You looked down to find him peering up at you. You locked gazes with him and saw the hint of not quite a smile but not quite a smirk form at the corners of his eyes before he winked at you causing the flood gates to open. You screamed his name and ground down on his face as he worked you through your second orgasm. This one was much more powerful than the one you had earlier.

He thrusted his fingers into until you came down. Your grip on his hair and arm released as you took in slow, shaky breaths.

Bradley kisses his way up your body. "Such a good girl for me, always so beautiful when you cum like that." He praises you before claiming your lips. You can taste yourself on him, but you don't care. You are addicted to him and the way he makes you feel, you can't get enough.

"Need you inside of me, need your cock so bad." You breath out. "Anything for you honey, anything." He told you and you knew he meant it. Bradley Bradshaw would give you the world on a sliver platter if you asked for it or die trying. If you asked him, the sun rose and set in your eyes and you were the one who hung the moon and stars. He loved you more than anything on this earth. Maverick had often said that Rooster loved you the way Goose loved Carole, madly, deeply, and all consuming.

You thanked your lucky stars every single day that he chose you for his forever.

He lined his head up with your entrance, sliding the tip of it through your soaked folds before pushing all the way in to the hilt. The groan that left Roosters throat came from deep in his chest and was downright pornographic.

He stilled once fully inside you. "So tight Y/N, always so fucking tight" He praised as your legs circled his hips and your hands clung to his shoulders pulling him even closer to you.

Rooster kissed you passionately before slowly withdrawing almost all the way and pushing back in to you. He had an iron grip on your hips to ground himself, terrified that if he didn't hold onto you, you would fly away.

His pace was slow, something you didn't do very often; but it was what you had both needed, a chance to pause time, to remind each other that you would love the other forever.

His cock was impossibly thick as he drove it into you. Each thrust brought him deeper inside you as the fat head stroked your g-spot and his pubic bone grazed your clit each time he pushed into you.

"So good. Feel s'good" you cried out as your nails dug into his shoulder blades. He body was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth right now.

Every thrust felt amazing, the grunts and moans coming from him went straight to your core, soaking it even more. You could hear his manhood moving through your slick. The pants and groans leaving your lips stirring him on.

He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you which caused you to throw your head back. You neck strained and exposed itself to him which let him seal his lips over your pulse point "Yesyesyesyes" you babbles out as he drove into that sensitive spot over and over again.

You clawed at his back needing to ground yourself, to keep yourself from falling apart completely. But another deep thrust caused you to drop them to the sheets and ball them up in your fist.

Rooster could feel how close you were and how close he was. Your cunt gripped him so tightly he had to focus to not finish before you. Yes he was aware that you had already came twice but he couldn't finish without feeling you clench around him.

His right hand let go of your hip as he brought his fingers back to your clit. He tapped and circled the bundle driving you futher to your finish. The action overwhelmed you. "S'too much... I can't... can't" you babbled out as he pushed your towards oversitmulatuon.

His left hand came to yours and grabbed it from its place in the sheets. He threaded his fingers through yours and pinned them both above your head. He ran his thumb over your wedding rings.

"Look at me Y/N" He commanded. You opened your eyes to find his golden orbs burning into your face.

"Want to see your beautiful face when you cum." Rooster told you as he picked up the place. His thrusts and fingers becoming sloppy. "Don't think I can again." You told him

"Yes you can babe, I know you can. Come on Y/N, cum for me, give me everything you have." He encouraged you before pushing your joined hands further into the mattress.

Suddenly everything you were holding in became too much. Everything felt too good, you couldn't hold back anymore, and with a cry of his name you came harder than you ever had before around your husband's cock.

You screamed his name has he continued to move inside you and work you through your orgasm. The grip of your walls on him felt amazing as he came deep inside you, coating your walls with his white hot release.

He continued to thrust until you were both throughly spent.

Rooster collapsed on top of you, careful to put his weight on his forearms as to not crush you. He kissed you once more before rolling onto his side and pulling you with him. You both whined at the loss of contact as he pulled out of you. He wrapped both of you up in your duvet. Your body trembled against him from the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm of your life.

He held you close to him, breathing in your essence.

"Y/N, promise me something" Rooster said after a long while, breaking the silence.

"What?" You hummed in response.

"Promise that you'll love me forever." He asked you.

"Bradley Bradshaw, as long as you promise me the same, I swear I will love you forever."

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thesixenthusiast · 1 year

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ruby – eddie roundtree

part two (part one, part three, part four)

pairing: eddie rountree x fem!oc (may change to x reader) warnings: drinking/drugs (billy/daisy's addictions) word count: 1.5k author's note: please bear with me in this, if there's a few time mix ups just with the order of things, please do let me know but i'm trying to find an equal balance between the book and show and it's a little difficult lol

BILLY DUNNE: At one of our gigs we were talking to Rod Reyes, he gave us some pointers, told us what to do and what not to do, and then he told us to go west. We were all out of school by then and decided maybe it was the best option for us.

ROD REYES (tour manager, The Six): The band had the look they needed, Billy was a natural born rockstar, the long hair, the deep voice, that deadpan look when he doesn’t get his way. Juliet had the rockstar look down, she had this long hair, big hair too, and dark makeup that she never really learned how to use properly. The girls wanted to be her and the guys wanted to sleep with her. And her voice.. she had this raspy voice that she never seemed to tire out. I told Billy, I told him, get her out from behind you, get her out of singing back up, sing a song or two with her, mix things up, people’ll get bored of just hearing you. Most importantly, I told them to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh.

GRAHAM DUNNE: The six of us decided to move out to L.A..

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The Six settled into life in Los Angeles, renting a house in the hills of Topanga Canyon. They prepared to begin recording their debut album. Teddy, along with a team of technicians, including lead engineer Artie Snyder, set up shop at Sound City Studios, a recording studio in Van Nuys, California.

The band, Camila alongside, started getting their name out there. They played gigs at clubs and bars, doing near-anything to make a name for themselves on the Sunset Strip. Not too long after, they decided to record an album.

“I feel fully content with my decision to not take your bedroom, Warren,” Juliet hummed in response to Warren’s bragging over having the only bedroom with a bathroom, “Very few people would consider a stray toilet in the corner of your room to be a bathroom, I am proudly not one of those people.” Eddie waltzed into the kitchen, where the group was situated getting ready for the day.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started, taking a seat next to Juliet, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, “We need a new name, The Dunne Brothers isn’t cutting it for us.”

“Thank you!” Karen yelled, propping herself up against the counter to face the rest of the group.

“I agree, but let’s be realistic,” Juliet reasoned, “you’re never going to get six people to agree on a name.” She leaned against Warren’s shoulder, who was contributing little to the conversation due to how stoned he was.

“We could take the easy way out,” Graham piped in, “The Six.”

“The Six,” Warren hummed, nodding blissfully at the suggestion.

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JULIET OPAL: The Six. [Smiles] Warren admitted later that he only liked it because it sounded similar to “The Sex,” I don’t think that was a big part of it for anyone else.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Julie really liked the name, that was a big part of it for me.

GRAHAM DUNNE: We finished the album, we were going on tour, we needed a real name, it felt right. Plus it was kinda my idea. [Smiles]

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Karen and Juliet were draped across the living room carpet, attempting to escape the California heat as the fan that was weakly shackled to the ceiling rotated above them. The girls were taken out of their silent daze with a yelling and laughter radiating from the porch as the rest of the group made their way inside mumbling something about a wedding.

The girls sat up, exhaustion dissipating from their bodies when Camila announced that she was pregnant and her and Billy were getting married that night. They jumped up, Juliet hoisting Karen up from the rug and her sleep deprivation-ridden state, and ran over to congratulate the couple, pulling Camila away from the group and to her closet to pick out her dress.

Later that afternoon, Juliet stood in the dimly-lit backyard, and strung pieces of aluminum foil through the various trees and rosemary bushes speckled across the yard. Eddie crept up behind her, grabbing her wrist, which ultimately led to her dropping the wad of foil into the grass, and spinning her around to face him.

“Eddie!” She looked down at her spilt decorations with a lackluster expression, though a grin was pulling on the corners of her mouth, Eddie made sure not to miss that.

“No, eyes up here,” he lifted up her chin with his other hand and smiled at her, grabbing her other hand and intertwining their fingers as he started to dance with her, “I need practice for tonight, don’t want to make a fool of myself on the dance floor. What time is the minister getting here?”

“I’d hardly call it a dance floor, it’s the same bed of grass you passed out on last week and Warren puked on yesterday,” he laughed, spinning her and then pulling her closer as they continued to dance, “He’s supposed to be here in 40 minutes, but it’s L.A., no one is ever on time, it’s anyone’s guess.”

“Well,” he licked his lips and cleared his throat before continuing to speak, “then you have plenty of time to finish decorating once we’re finished.”

“Nuh uh, I need to help get Camila ready too, pre-wedding jitters. You’ll understand someday,” she leaned her face in closer to his before whispering, “that poor woman.”

“You wound me, Julie, you really do. But alas, a woman’s job is never done,” he stopped moving and let go of her hands, “I’ll finish up here, make her feel real pretty.” He smiled, she quickly ducked down and scooped up the mass of foil and handed it to him, before scurrying inside.

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INTERVIEWER: What can you tell me about that night?

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [Smiles]

JULIET OPAL: Oh, I don’t know. What’s the maturity rating on this?

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“Smile for me,” Warren teased, positioning himself for the perfect shot of Camila and Billy, “I need a nice big smile, Billy, knock off the frown, it’s the happiest day of your life!”

“Your lens cap is on!” Camila leaned forward, pulling it off and tossing it to Juliet, who caught it with one hand and handed it to Warren, who stuffed it inside of his pocket and immediately returned to trying to get the couple to pose.

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WARREN ROJAS: Mescaline is a powerful drug.

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Juliet laughed as she watched the numerous failed attempts at photographing the wedding and muttered something about how maybe Warren should stick to music, before she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around and was greeted with Eddie smiling at her, his hand extended towards her.

“May I have this dance?” He smirked, raising one eyebrow at her.

“Oh, of course,” she took his hand, tilting her head to the side and smiling, “if not all of your practice will have been for nothing.”

He pulled her away and the two of them found a position only a few dozen feet away from the rest of the group, who was still struggling to take photos. They danced, her head resting on his right shoulder and his hands around her waist, before one of them got the courage to break the comfortable silence.

“I can’t believe they’re gonna be parents,” she marveled, “I still feel like I’m new here and my biggest concern is trying to make him like me. When did we stop being little asshole kids who bummed garages off our parents for practicing space?”

“I’d like to think when we left Pittsburgh, but I think we still are,” she laughed, leaning her head into him.

“Do you think you’ll ever be like that?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “I mean like, ready to settle down? If we get to where we want to be, if we’re as big as we came out here hoping to be, is it even in the cards for us?”

“I think it’ll be tricky, but it always is, whether you’re leaving for a 30 city tour the morning after you get married, or if you just don’t know if you can do it with the kid staying in one piece.”

“I guess so,” she got quiet, swaying to the humming of the music until Eddie eventually decided it was time to rejoin everyone else.

The next morning, Juliet loaded her bag into the van, crawling into the passenger seat next to Eddie behind the wheel. After finalizing her spot, she climbed out and walked over to Camila, throwing her arms around her and leaning into her ear.

“Don’t be a stranger,” she looked at the tears welling up in her eyes before continuing to speak, “I’ll watch out for him for you. Call me if you need anything, I’m serious. I’ll drive back to California from Boston to bring you orange juice if you run out, I’m here.”

Camila hugged her back and Juliet shielded her from the group as she wiped the tears from her eyes, then she climbed back into the van, a stoic expression taking over her face. Eddie noticed and placed his hand over hers on the console, bringing her attention to his face. He nodded and gave her a weak lipped smile. As the group piled into the car, the energy lightened and Eddie let out a “alright, let’s get out of here,” before pulling onto the road.

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JULIET OPAL: And then we were off.

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embodyingchaos · 8 months

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Hello again!!!can I do an ask for the episode when sebastion throws the slushie in blaines face and the reader just attacks him? (Sebastion deserved a beating for that ong) or could you write about when coach bieste first showed up and when everyone was avoiding her the reader does their best to talk to her(bieste also deserved better, shue and sue were jerks)??? THANK YOU

❥ hiii! so glad to see you on my asks again! i shall write the first option! i apologise that this is late and short and the ending is so abrupt 〒▽〒

definitely deserved pairing: glee x gn!reader genre: platonic, angst warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader word count: 1.5k

walking through the library on a monday morning was the usual routine for y/n, rummaging through books for research and song ideas. just as they took a book off a shelf, they were jump-scared by the face of a beaming rachel berry.

“holy shit, rachel. you can’t just do that to a person.” y/n scolded, placing a hand above their chest, trying to calm down their rapidly beating heart. “sorry, was wondering what you were up to. needed something to get my mind off… something.” rachel said suspiciously, looking like there was something heavy on her mind as she walked around the bookcase towards them. y/n noticed the tension but decided not to pry. “i’m just looking through some things.” the two of them made their way to the seating area, joining quinn and tina who were having a conversation.

“hey, guys.” y/n greeted, taking a seat beside the blonde. the two only smiled and waved.

y/n went through their books as the other three had their conversation before blaine came strutting into the library, singing a michael jackson classic, ‘wanna be startin’ somethin’’ alongside kurt, mercedes, santana and brittany. the four joined immediately, used to this at this point.

they all regrouped at the choir room soon enough and discussed about the first michael jackson number they’d do for the weak, planning out costumes based on some of mj’s iconic outfits.

after the rehearsal, a small part of the glee club met up after school the next day. “okay, favourite michael jackson memory. go!” blaine tells them and they all smiled. “when i was one, my mom showed me a vhs tape of his motown special, and when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history, i uttered my first words - ‘hot damn.’.” y/n grinned at the thought of a baby artie saying those words, finding it totally believable.

“i owe the king of pop a deep debt of gratitude. he’s the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket long before one kurt hummel made it iconic.” kurt boasted, “i have to be honest. i never really got him.” rachel’s words immediately caused everyone’s faces to morph into disbelief. “no way.” “and we are no longer on speaking terms.” y/n and artie share a look.

rachel quickly defends herself, saying she believed he is an amazing performer but she never really got what he was about. though these reasons did not calm them down, y/n could understand where she was coming from.

“okay, but just since you guys are so jazzed about him, i think it’s a good idea for regionals-” “that might not be the best idea.” a new voice entered the discussion and it was a voice they all dreaded. “hey, blaine. hello, everyone else.” sebastian smythe, a member of the dalton academy warblers and basically kurt’s arch nemesis. “does he live here or something? seriously, you are always here.” kurt asked incredulously, flabbergasted at the fact he showed up out of nowhere. y/n snorted before taking a sip of their drink.

artie ignored the two of them, “why don’t you think that’s a good idea?” “because we’re doing mj for regionals.” at sebastian’s words, y/n sighed into their cup before sinking further into the leather armchair they were on. “you see, warblers drew first position, so as soon as i heard what your plan was, i changed our set list accordingly.” he explained with a smug expression on his face, y/n really wanted to punch him.

“i’m sorry, how did you hear?” rachel asked, fully upset. “blaine told me this morning.” y/n’s head turned to look at blaine who only rolled his eyes at the boy, “i just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it.” at this point, the whole group was staring at him with an accusing look.

blaine avoids their gazes, “i may have mentioned it.” “how often do you talk?” kurt’s question makes sebastian fake chuckle. “oh my god! hey, kurt! i didn’t recognise you. you are wearing boy clothes for once!” santana had enough after that. “alright, twink, i think it’s time that i show you a little lima heights hospitality.” this made y/n throw their head back against the chair in exasperation, “unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” sebastian’s comeback only makes them feel worst. y/n tuned him out as he talked even more, wanting nothing more but for him to leave and go away.

when he did, they sighed. “thank god. i thought he’d never shut up and leave. he’s like those never-ending interactive voice responses you get on automated telephone systems. he never shuts up.” y/n groaned, sitting up straight again. “we need to do something about michael.” kurt announced and they all nodded, agreeing to discuss what to do the next day.

the next day came faster than it could. everyone piled into the choir room and were complaining about the whole incident when puck suddenly spoke up about his suspicions over how blaine was still somehow a warbler. “come on, blaine’s with us. he’d never intentionally hurt our chances at winning regionals.” y/n defended, walking into the room with their sling bag, taking a seat beside blaine.

blaine gives them a grateful smile, “either way, he’s on notice as far as i’m concerned.” “we should all be on notice.” finn interrupted his best friend, trying to reason with them. “i mean, next to vocal adrenaline, the warblers are the best glee club in the state and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship, so we should stop complaining about the warblers and figure out how to beat them.” finn told everyone, being the voice of reason as usual.

“i couldn’t have said it better myself, finn.” mr. schue commented, walking into the room. “i’m less worried about our set list right now, and more interested in getting us in the right mind-set to crush those guys. which is why our lesson for the week is…” with a marker, he wrote down on the whiteboard ‘wwmjd’. “what would michael jackson do?” “he’d fight back. he’d say regionals is ours. mj is ours, and if they want it, they can pry it from our sequin-gloved hand.” y/n grinned at finn and nodded along, “mhm. straight up. in 1983, mtv said they wouldn’t air his ‘billie jean’ video, what’d he do? he fought back, they aired it and the thriller album sold an additional ten million copies.” artie added and y/n only stared at him, “you’re like a michael jackson encyclopaedia.” they commented quietly, the boy held a hand to his chest. “why, thank you.” he gratefully said.

blaine smirked, “i know what michael would do. i think he would take it to the streets.” at his words, the whole room filled with excited mutters. y/n kept quiet, though. they couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong with this, terribly wrong.

after the glee club dispersed, they tried to chase blaine down before he got too far away. “blaine, are you sure this is a good idea?” they asked as the two of them walked to the entrance of the school. “i’m sure it’ll be all good. we’ll show them that they’re gonna regret taking michael from us, and then we’re going to get him back.” the former warbler said excitedly before heading out the door. “god, i hope so.” y/n whispered to themselves, clutching their bag tightly.

the day of the showdown arrives quicker than they expected. they’d all agreed to wear matching leather jackets, after kurt’s persistent determination, to have some unity. it was the new directions against the warblers after all.

at the sound of santana’s snap, the rest of the group came out and they started their jackson-off. truth be told, having a dance and sing-off in an empty parking lot was a very 60s thing to do but y/n had no complaints. their only complaint was that the more the song progressed and the closer they got to the ending, they’d seen one of the warblers grab a paper bag.

y/n’s eyes widened when they realise that sebastian was going to slushee kurt. “kurt!” they yelled but blaine had thrown himself in front of the boy, getting the liquid assault instead.

blaine yelled out in agony at the impact, falling to the ground as he pressed his palms against his eyes. everyone froze but y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. “you fucking asshole!” they clenched their fist tightly and laid a hard punch against sebastian’s face, making him stumble back towards his group members. “y/n.” finn warned them, placing a hand on their shoulder to calm them down so they don’t rip their rival into shreds.

the warblers soon fled the scene with guilty looks on their faces as they helped sebastian stabilise himself and walked off. the new directions could see that his lip was bruised and his cheek was swollen when he passed by. it was easy for any of them to say, he’s definitely deserved that punch in a while.

#glee masterlist #glee x reader #glee x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #blaine x reader #blaine anderson #blaine anderson x reader #blaine anderson x reader platonic #reader insert #sebastian smythe #angst #violence #assault #darren criss #grant gustin #platonic

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 7 months

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The Spider-band (with lots of OCs!)

3 season 2 TV movie show in my head of Hobie, Gwen , Diane , Ansi , Artie (another Hobie) , and Percy in a Spider-band, going on their first world tour.

They're called Wicked Webs

They live on a tour bus, with Hobie's Daredevil, Riri, and Kamala tagging along as well as Angel, who does sound tech, Mariah and Pavi being their charismatic manager and stage manager.

The show is somewhat about their music and shows but it's mainly a It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia style comedy - about the shenanigans the band gets into during off time.

The bus breaking down in the middle of nowhere and they end up at the weirdddestt pub - they're sure they're about to get super murdered but somehow Ansi makes friends with the biker gang????

Hobie loses his guitar and it's the whole gang retracing his steps in the middle of snow-struck Fargo and Hobie can't understand anyone's accents.

A rotten egg gets stuck in the tour bus vent and they spend three hours trying to web it out.

Stuff like that.

Sacha and Tomoka are the wardrobe managers and Diane's variant Annie is the snappy make-up artist.

Asa is their recording manager who lives in New London with his kids, looking after the band when they're back legs of the tour, managing them recording songs in the studio, giving statements, setting up concerts etc.

And the whole thing is shot like a behind-the-scenes documentary.

They're a legit band about to go Platinum, they do talk shows and interviews and photoshoots that somehow always goes wrong because that band is a walking disaster but their music is ICONIC

They get in major trouble because they literally WRECKED the set during a Rolling Stones shoot with their mayhem

Umm. That. In my head. A lot of it. Lol

We are Wicked Webs and we're here to make you hate the government and break shit and stuff!!!! 1 2 3 4-

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OC's mentioned:

Mines:

Disco-Spider Diane, Hobie's Variant Artie Brown, Diane's Variant Annie, Hobie's Mary-Jane Mariah

Others:

@spidey-bie Ansi, @autisticarach Asa, @thewolfsoul Percy, @onmyownside1 Angel, and @mothmothmothmothmothmoth Sacha & Tomoka

I think that's everyone lol

#I'm dead serious about this #like I have a playlist of songs they 'wrote'#SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD OR I GOT ANYTHING WRONG #spiderman #atsv #spider man #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #spidersonas #spidersona #the OCs

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edensbuttercups · 2 years

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A little help - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: you're an artist, and Eddie comes to you in hopes you can help him design and make a t-shirt for his Hellfire group, and of course you accept. (Set before the events of season 4)

A/N: To be fully honest, I had forgotten about this. I wrote this last July (I think?) in my phone's notes during a trip, and forgot about it until last night. I did have a part 2 in mind, potentially, but I just wanted to put this out there first, give some love to the good old Eddie ♡

As always, comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

Words: 2k

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You bolted upwards as the two hands crashed down in front of you, the loud sound startling not only you but everyone else that was sitting in your vicinity, earning a snicker from them when they noticed who had caused such commotion.

Eddie the freak Munson.

Or, as you called him, Eddie. You had been friends for years, you fitting in no clique in particular, him slowly building his own. You got along with everyone, enough to be liked, but not enough to be considered their friend, and you enjoyed hanging out with the Hellfire club, sometimes with the cheer squad, depending on who was around and how nice they were, and other times the arty group. You loved art. Both drawing and painting, making it and looking at it, and they always were a reliable group to spend time with to get immersed in it. “I need a favor from you.”

You looked up at him, still wide eyed from the shock. “Oh, excuse me, sweetheart, did you get scared?” he asked with a smirk, swinging his leg around the free chair and slumping down, head resting on his hands as he awaited an answer. “I could murder you, Munson.” “But you would never.” “I wouldn’t, no. What can I do for you?” His smile widened as he moved back, grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket. “So, you’re an artist.” “Big word.” “No, it isn’t. Now, I was thinking of making Hellfire t-shirts. I’ve gathered around a good group, and we meet often, and every other group has something, and t-shirts are easy enough to make, right?” “Kinda, yeah. As long as we have a t-shirt, all that’s needed is paint for textiles and an iron, and that’s good.” “And that’s where you come in.” You cocked your eyebrow up at that, leaning closer yourself, curious to hear the rest. “I need you to design them and, maybe, to make them? If it’s not a hassle.” He finished speaking and quickly added a I can help you as he glanced down, opening the paper up so he could show you his ideas. A skull with horns had been drawn quickly, as well as some dices and a sword. He had put some effort in this, but you could tell that he was good at drawing. “This is my idea. It has to be rearranged but-“ “I’d love to help you with this. Thanks for thinking of me to help you out.” It hadn’t occurred to you that someone might want your help for something artistic, but it made you feel so appreciated, and you couldn’t help but smile at his doodles. You grabbed a pencil from you bag and a piece of paper, quickly sketching his skull, but changing it up slightly. “Maybe if this is red, it would look cool? Or do you prefer all black and white?” “No, no, red… red sounds amazing.” “Great. And how about we also write the club name… here.” You pointed to the top of the paper, leaving the centered skull in the middle and adding the writing above it, in two neat rows. “Perfect.” You kept adding more and more, tweaking it and perfecting it until you were satisfied. You heard the bell ring and ignored it, opting to stay with him and draw, even when he protested and asked you to go ahead into class. He didn’t want you to fail after all. He didn’t care too much about his grades, finally happy that he was building something were he belonged. It took him a while, but he now had something that was his, and he felt special. You on the other hand were doing well enough that missing one or two lessons wouldn’t be a problem, especially considering that the last hours of the day were the few lessons you had already done all your assignments for, passing them with flying colors. Missing today would not be an issue.

When the cafeteria crowded again after school, you both moved away to his special place in the woods, enjoying the quiet and finally sitting down in the open air, the chilly autumn air running through the trees around you. “So I think this design would work, right?” You pulled up the paper, showing him the final result. “It looks… beautiful.” He wasn’t looking at the drawing, but at you. His eyes quickly fell to the paper after his words had left his mouth, leaving him fumbling. “I mean it’s… perfect. Great. I… I couldn’t have pictured anything better than this.” You laughed as he stood, shaking the awkwardness away like a dog would with water and stood proudly in front of the table, lowering his body in a bow. “How can I thank you, m’lady?” You groaned, laughing and you took a stand too, moving to grab his shoulders and pulling him up. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were soft, and you hated seeing him like this. Or better, you loved it, and that’s why you hated it.

You furrowed your brows, thinking back to the first time you had met.

He had just started the Hellfire Club and had gotten permission to decorate the drama room for it, so he went all out. He used an old throne from the room, and bought everything he needed for their first campaign. It took him many trips to bring everything he needed from point A to point B, and you crashed into him right in between those two points on his fourth trip back. A few dices slipped on the floor, as well as posters and some dark cloths, and you couldn’t help but mutter a quiet sorry before meeting his eyes. You had heard of him, the freak, but never understood why he had gained that nickname. He was extravagant, and loud, but he always stopped to help people if they needed it, and his smile was just so sweet, even when it dripped poison.

Standing you picked up as much as you could before offering him a hand up, realizing that he was, after all, still on the floor. “I’m so sorry. I was going so fast and I didn’t notice you.” “Nothing new there. No one ever does.” he muttered, running his hands down his clothes, pretending to clear some dust off, just for theatrical effect. “I… I’m sorry. Here.” You opened his palm and placed the dices in it while you still clung to the cloths. “Which room are we bringing everything?” He looked at you with the widest eyes you had ever seen. You were willing to help him? To be seen with him? He had noticed you and he noticed how you sometimes hung with the cheerleaders, and you spending time with him seemed like the easiest way to ruin your small little group you fit in. “So?” “You don’t have to help.” “But I want to.” He muttered an answer, trailing behind you as you entered the half decorated room and stopped in his tracks mere inches before crashing into you once more, noticing at the last moment that you had stopped. “This looks great! Did you decorate?” “Yep.” “For what club?” “D&D.” “I think I’ve heard of it. Is it that… role game? With like, a person that decides where the story goes and stuff?” “A Dungeon Master, yeah.” “Who’s the Dungeon Master then? You?” “Yep.” He wasn’t very talkative, was he? He seemed hesitant to let you in, and you knew it was probably because of his status among the other students. But you also happened to be stubborn, and you wouldn’t leave until you got a good sentence out of him or until he stated he wanted you to leave, whatever came first. “And are you taking new members?” “Like who? You?” He had slippered past you, throwing some things on the table before crashing on the throne, looking annoyed as he waited for your answer. “Yes.” “I don’t think I want girls to join.” “Why, are you afraid, Munson?” You knew his name, and that surprised him. Why would you know his name? “I saw the way you are with your friends, whom I assume are part of the club, and it seems like you have fun. So I might be a girl and I might no barely anything about this game-“ “D&D” he corrected, rolling his eyes. “D&D.” You repeated, “but I’m willing to learn, and I think that should at least count enough for you to not treat me like you currently are.” His eyes went from you, to the ceiling, the the table and to you again. He didn’t trust you, not yet, but you had a point. “One game. Tomorrow night.” You smiled triumphantly, nodding your head as you turned, bowing quickly before leaving to get back to your after-school activities, although now your interest was mostly focused on something else.

You remember fidgeting for the whole day, waiting for the game, only to play it and feel defeated. You were new to it and had to get a hang of it, but you also were new to the group and struggles to fit with them. Eddie, even if hesitant, kept checking up on you silently, sending you quick looks and explaining everything as clearly as he could, knowing how overwhelming the game could be. When everyone left you stayed behind with the excuse of tidying up, meeting Eddie’s stare while you shuffled behind the chair to pick up some items that had been scattered on the floor. “So?” He asked, getting his cocky front back. He moved so he was lying on the chair, his face upside down as he looked at you, but you could see how his eyes held a genuine curiosity. “I like it a lot, but…” “It’s a lot.” “Yeah. But… you guys also already have a group. It’s maybe harder to-“ “They’re good guys.” He defended, sitting up when you moved back to the table, sitting on it. “I know.” You both spent some time there. You talked, you fixed the room, you left. He gave you a lift home and told you that if you ever felt like it, the club was open for you too. He was surprised the next day when you waltzed over at their table, saying a quick hello to everyone before heading to class. The image was comical, a bunch of them just looking at you wide eyed while he stood composed, yet just as confused as them. And from them on? From then on you were friends, and nothing would change that feeling in his chest when you were around. He felt proud of you, he guessed, or maybe of simply having you near him, being kind and funny and there. Yeah, definitely proud.

“If knowing how to thank you takes so much thought, I can contact you in one to three business days, no stress!” His voice pulled you back from your thoughts and from staring at his pretty, pretty face, your hands still clinging to his shoulders. You officially wanted to disappear. “I-… sorry. I zoned out.” “I saw that, sweetheart.” He smiled so kindly and warmly at you, and you asked yourself, for the millionth time, how anyone could call him a freak. How they could judge him so easily when he was the softest person that you knew. “Need a lift home? I’ll buy some t-shirts and maybe tomorrow we can start copying the design? Or, whenever your free clearly, it doesn’t have to be-“ “Tomorrow works fine. Thank you Eddie.” Maybe you had blurted out the confirmation too quickly, eager to spend more time with him, but it always felt so simple, so right. “Thank me? Why me?” “For taking me in consideration for this. For spending time with me and” you moved your finger up, gently tapping your finger on his chest “for giving me an excuse to skip class.” He laughed, taking a bow in front of you. “Oh, any day, sweetheart.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things season 4

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Damn that was one heavy episode of Dead Friend Forever. And once again, this director leaves us with an ambiguous ending.

Did they survive or not?

New really was the biggest psycho ever, the way he set up the murders and my heart broke for Tee and White. When they flashbacked to the scene were White said, "But I've done nothing".

Some very good foreshadowing.

R.I.P White, they did you dirty your only crime was falling in love.

But Fuaiz, you are two for two not getting your man and happy ending. Now to go back a re-watch Don't Touch My Gang.

Hmm.... who is objectively more smexy? Tee or Arty.

#Dead Friend Forever #Don't Touch My Gang #Fuaiz Thanawat

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gritsandbrits · 9 months

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Rewrite vs. Canon: Shrek Forever After

You're in luck cuz this is the sequel to my Third rewrite! 😁😁

We begin four years after the third movie. Artie is now Crown Prince and making good on his promise of helping outcasts while Rhodanthe is studying to become Lady of the Lake. Lately however things have become stressful...

The cast celebrates the triplets 4th birthday party at the Poison Apple.During the party Shrek still does the roar, not because he's forced to, but as his way of teaching his kids their cultural customs. One of the triplets wonders if there are more ogres besides their parents. Shrek sadly replies that except for Fiona, he hasn't met another one in a long time. Fiona is also saddened that their family may be the only ogres left, but reassures them that they still have their friends and everyone else as family.

Meanwhile Rho is running late to gets her present finished - a book of ogres that she made using old manuscripts. During a private lunch date with Artie, Rho asks if he is coming to the party which he replies no. He claims is too busy, but when Rho presses, he snaps and says he doesn't want to be around ogres. Rho protests saying the same ogres helped him and that they're also his family. They argue a bit before Rho storms off to get ready alone.

Artie remains behind, upset because the lunch date was set up to ask her for her hand in marriage. Harold overheard the argument and talks with Artie. He admits he's been feeling a lot stressed than usual lately and that it's been 10 years since his father abandoned him at boarding school. Harold replies that even though Artie's grief is valid, what's not valid is lashing out at his true family. Realizing his actions Artie decides to resolve things but is called to the royal court.

Rhodanthe hitches a ride with Gwynn & Charming: the latter forced to come or else Gwynn gets Doris to babysit him. During the ride Rho vents out her issues. Gwynn and Charming gives out romantic advice that Rho doesn't find useful. They make it to the party, Fiona asks where Artie is and Rho snarky replies he has work. She presents her book to the kids. While they gush over the gift Rho and Fiona have a little sidechat; Rho admits he doesn't want to come because he thinks he's too good for them. Fiona is hurt by this and says he'll talk to him, but Rho needs to keep a good face as they're meant to celebrate.

Artie is visited by a mysterious guest who reveals himself to be Rumplestiltskin. Rumple says he has a debt to pay and reveals Artie's dad, Uther. Artie immediately sends the guards to arrest them but suddenly, Rumple casts a spell....

Shrek wakes up back in his old swamp without Fiona or the kids. Panicking, he sets out to find them. But when he goes to the village he is chased out. Then he gets pursued by a mysterious black knight and captured by the witches. He learns that Rumple made a deal with Uther to become king before Fiona's curse was broken, to cash in on a previously failed deal between him and Fiona's parents.

Meanwhile Gwynn, who is actually a witch this time, gets fed up with Rumple and Uther's jerkassery and decides to quit. She frees Shrek along with Donkey (her only friend). She believes that they need magic rivaling Rumple's to undo the spell.

They meet the Resistance made up of ogres, fairytale creatures, mages and human sympathizers. Their leaders are: Fiona, who still has her curse; Puss, who wants to avenge Kitty Softpaws; Rho is also there as their healer; she was taken in by the ogres after Merlin was killed trying to protect her. Shrek is happy to find other ogres and vows to protect them and restore the timeline.

Over time Fiona loses her cynicism partly due to shrek's kindness, and feelings of deja vu. But there'd atill the matter of the black knight. After a particularly brutal fight Shrek manages to take off his helmet, revealing to be none other than Artie. Years of bullying drove him to the home of his half sister Morgana le Fay. Artie studied under her but when the promise of gaining his father's respect and vengeance on his bullies grew too much, he sold her out and offered his services as an ogreslayer. He also goes by Mordred (in his own words it sounds like "more dread")

Now with "More Dread" as a hostage, the rebels continue their journey. Rho tries to open up to him but he's too bitter to listen. It's not until Rho saves him that the ice starts to break. It helps Fiona reveals that she and Artie are cousins and he also has beef with Uther. Upon realizing the scope of Uther's actions, and what he did based on his obsession with respect, Artie agrees to help.

Back at Uther's place Charming is a puppet king in a loveless marriage to Rapunzel. He goes with the witches to capture the ogres and bring them to the castle, but the rest of the rebels escape. Rumple offers a wish to anyone and Rho decides to go while Shrek pretends to be her hostage. Rumple is about to grant her wish but Uther recognizes her and calls out the the ruse. The witches almost hurt her until Artie steps up to protect her. Meanwhile Gwynn and the rest of the rebels storm the palace; during a brief battle with the witches, Gwynn saves Charming and he instantly falls for her. He decides to help her just to find a reason to escape his control freak of a dad, and they help the rebels.

The other ogres free Fiona, but then Uther reveals his trump card: Dragon. While the ogres and witches team up to stop Dragon. Artie and Rho double duels Uther and Rumple; Artie manages to knock out Uther but is knocked out by a cheap shot from Rumple. Angered Rho unleashes a burst of pure blue magic overpowering the twerp and silencing the battlefield.

The ogres and rebels restrain Dragon. Rho goes over to Artie. They exchange apologies but just as Artie about to take hus last breath Rho's true love restores him. Not only that her full power manages to undo Rumple's spell.

Now back at the party Rho is shaken up by a impromptu splash of water from Doris. She says the party is still going on and Rho believes it's all a dream. She goes inside and continues to have fun. Just then Artie arrives and after saying sorry to Shrek and Fiona, he reveals he has made the Swamp an official safe haven for everyone. It turns out more ogres have started to live publicly After hearing Shrek and Fiona's story. Artie has brought some over to celebrate with them, to Rho's surprise the same ogres that were part of the Resistance. As a last touch he and Rhodanthe make up for their past disagreement before Artie gets down on one knee and proposes to her. ...Rho tearfully accepts it and kisses him. The triplets are ecstatic to see more ogres AND having a new cousin.

Everyone cheers and parties well into the night, humans ogres and fairytale critters now united as one.

And the post ending scene has Uther back in jail with a new cell mate...Rumple. According to Merlin, Turns out Rho's magic was so strong it undid Rumple's spell AND removed his ability to make deals completely. Even Rumple has to admit he's impressed and begins to talk while a defeated Uther can only seethe...

And there you have it that is my rewrite of Shrek 4!

#gb asks #shrek #shrek the third rewrite #shrek forever after #shrek the third #shrek oc #oc x canon #forgot to add but it's revealed that ogres do have some innate magical abilities to varying degrees; why shrek was able to retain his memor #basically this movie is a Passing of the Torch; shrek&fiona arcs are pretty much done

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Okay so I am now caught up with the new Black Butler chapters

NOW ONTO THE THOUGHTS WITH SPOILERS UNDERCUT!

BABY GOT A GUN!

Hmmm...kay Artie maybe you're a bit-

GOD DAMNIT-

...Okay so me and @cartyrs recently have a talk of the vibe of the manga rn (see here and here for the actual talk) in which we both kind of agree the whole Undertaker setting up a orphanage that sacrifices children for blood donations for Doll (in which I ask WHY KILL THE CHILDREN AND NOT DO WHAT ANA DID AND GET THE DONATIONS VIA MEDICAL SHIT-) while building the kids up to be like OCiel, Sebastian, the other servants, and maybe Doll is a bit weird and doesn't fully make sense, but seeing the final face shown panel of Artie is straight Sebastian!

. . . Artie-

He's uhhhhhh....he's kind of freaking me out-

I red this again to figure out what it could be cause it's not just a Sebastian vibe anymore, it's something else, and with a next page that struck me with a thought-

Why does he look kind of like Peter to me?? I know I can't base it purely cause he's a youthful blonde Victorian child, but even his dialog is weirdly Petercore just while Peter was "kids are brats" Artie's more "adults are mean", now obviously I'll be nuts to try and dare theorize he's actually a BD of Peter cause 1) he would have a scar where he was shot unless like Wendy the bullet was to the side and not back to front as I assume based off his corpse-

and 2) Doll would've recognize him for certain or at least be weird around him supposed deja-vu

... No-

Yana you can't-

YOU CAN NOT-

WELP HERE ARE THE TEARS HOLY SHIT-

Now I won't be first to mention how Finny thinking of when OCiel matched with how he's feeling right now, but the fact that Theo, this orphanage's literal Ciel, telling him to run has to be SO conflicting for our baby...

Well, I mean it'll be sad but at least 208 wouldn't be worst-

. . . OKAY

FIRST OFF, I was spoiled of some scenes already, thank my friend for that!

Second, when this picture showed up, my brain decided to ruin me more by playing this-

WHICH DOESN'T FUCKING HELP-

Anyway, back to the review of 208, a weird feeling in my chest of tears, happiness, anxiety, and theorizing-

The parrels Snake even points out of Doll and OCiel when it shows the parrels of Doll and Finny crying over the idea of losing Snake-

The hand reaching out to him by people who saved him-

MY HEART!

. . . I'm sorry wha-

Ooooooh, okay, I was about to whip out my knowledge of animal DNA vs Human DNA and how at sad as it sounds we can't have werewolf babies and question everything-

I mean Dagger's not wrong, I mean he literally named Sebastian based off what he wears and OCiel just off how adorable his smile is, unless someone else named him and he took credit

Also on that thought how he named Doll makes it so much cuter/sadder since he described aka in his eyes she's really is as precious

Also I can't tell is Dagger is saving other abused kids from this circus/freak show, is packing up the ones who tagged along, or if Snake unknowingly witnessed one of their kidnappings-

YOU CAN'T SPRING THAT SHIT UP ON ME YANA-

Kind of interesting they don't have beef, which according to some weird test is the most favorable meat out of the ones out there. Like I get they don't have cattle since they roam and I assumed beef is expensive back in the day, but a part of me kind of hopes it's like a Soma situation back in Weston where they don't have beef due to someone's religion, though then there's pork-

JUMBO!

My boy didn't speak much at all throughout the arc so this is excited as shit!

AAAAWWWWWWWWEEEEE~!

S-So... Jumbo...named the Snakes...?

Hey, Jumbo simpers, come back so I can bless you with him naming your kid-

Okay this is by far my new favorite picture of all of them together! Doll chilling in her dress- A honestly super cute wholesome pic of Beats- Peter giving off that trustworthy older bro vibes- Wendy giving off that one cool Aunt who lets you eat ice cream before breakfast and lets you sip her wine if you behave enough and takes you to Disneyland a weekend just to see you excited and scared on roads vibes-

Though now I have a few questions of this scene seems to show everyone knew Doll and her habit of dressing up to chill with others in comfy clothes (which in same bitch) and which i wonder: Did no one fucking care she was in the bath and trying to strip OCiel back then?? Dagger and Jumbo were in there, I get why they would be chill with their baby sister in there but why didn't they step in-

Unless my joke was true-

My final thoughts. . .

I AM NOT OKAY!

I am taking a lil nap, watch some Black Butler Season 2 cause for some reason unless it's Alois' abuse and death I don't cry, so there-

I have a lemon mint tea brewing-

Hopefully Doll does not die cause I might not return from that, not as a shipper but as it'll be silly bringing her back then killing her off AGAIN!

LET HER HELP FINNY ESCAPE, LET HER HAVE A BIT OF A CRISIS BEFORE EITHER HER OR SNAKE OR SNAKE'S SNAKES STOP HER FROM DOING ANYTHING EXTREME, LET HER RUN INTO OCIEL AGAIN, LET ME HAVE A SCENE OF OCIEL SHOCKED SEEING HER, LET ME SEE HIM WATCH HER WALK UP, LET HER PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, LET ME HAVE THAT!

#black butler #black butler spoilers #finnian #black butler finny #black butler doll #black butler artie #black butler theo #black butler mabel #black butler oliver #black butler snake #black butler joker #black butler jumbo #black butler chapter 207 #black butler chapter 208 #not me crying #Spotify

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