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skyebounded · 2 years

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eenie meenie miney mo

gif credit: @madmaxmayfleld

.main masterlist. .stranger things masterlist.

premise: He's your friend, nothing more, but that doesn't mean that you can’t have some fun…right?

Warnings: it’s just smut if I am being honest. fingering, oral (f&M receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk (kinda), swearing, and lets be honest there is probably more.

WC: 10.2k of pure smut.

A/N: This bad boy took me way longer than it should have. special thanks to my favs @23victoria and @ccosmic-illusion for their help and motivation, and to @anothernightsky for absolutely loving the idea and nursing it with me (even if she demands a series out of it)

If you had to choose, you know exactly what you would do. Billy, well he was hot, like extremely hot, exuding the very energy that he knew what he was doing, and knew how to do it well. If given the chance, you would undoubtedly sleep with him. Yes, you would loathe yourself after the fact, but at least it would be worth it. Other than that, he wasn’t the one for you. He was an arrogant asshole with a nice ass, but a pretty one at that.

Eddie, well Eddie was one of your closest friends, your best friend if you will. Not to say that you didn’t find him attractive, but that didn’t mean anything. You had never really thought about him that way, simply because you had never really seen him that way, not fully. Eddie was the kind of guy that you only ever really hung out with, watched movies, and that sorta thing, he was good fun, he just wasn’t the fun that you wanted. You wanted the one and only, Steve Harrington.

You’d had the biggest crush on King Steve since, well since forever. How could you not, he was by far the hottest guy at school, he had perfect hair, not to mention dreamy eyes, a great ass (not as good as Billy’s but still pretty good), a gorgeous smile, the list could go on and on forever. He was all-around perfect. The only problem was you were nowhere on his radar, far from actually.

You were not the kind of girl that Steve went for. You were no Nancy Wheeler. Not popular, not a cheerleader, not some ditsy girl who threw herself at him any chance they got. Nope, you were the polar opposite. You were like Eddie. A nerd, or freak if you will, and perhaps that’s why you were such close friends. You had so much in common.

None of it stopped you, however. Despite knowing that he would never actually choose you if it came to it, it didn’t deter you from dreaming about it every…waking… minute. In fact, it was all you thought about. Steve Harrington owned your mind, your thoughts, hell if he wanted he could own your entire being. He was all you had wanted for as long as you could remember.

“Okay but did you see him in those jeans today, like oh my god is he trying to kill me?” you exclaim, as you prop yourself up onto the table, leaning back on your hands. “Oh and not to mention the fact that he actually laughed at my jokes today. Like really laughed,” you continue, eyes wide as you explain, “I couldn’t help it, I made a joke about Mrs. Higgins today, and he heard it, and laughed. He even turned around and said ‘that was a good one’! Like Eddie, do you know what this means?”

“Of course, he laughed, you’re funny,” he states.

He was too busy cleaning up from the campaign from the evening to expand on his response any further. He was collecting all the miniatures, and character sheets that had been tossed to the floor in excitement when the battle had been won. You know that you could have been helping, but your mind was so far from the chore, that you couldn’t be bothered.

“Well yeah, I’m funny..But see he’s never laughed at any of my jokes before, so like what’s changed?” You ask rhetorically, letting the question fade. Eddie just hums along in response. You're not sure if he had tuned you out or not, but you didn’t really care.

“I’ve seen him talking to Anna Wilkinson lately, you know her right?” you ask, and he doesn’t respond.

“She’s in my chem class, total idiot, but hey she's got nice tits I guess,” you continue. You look down, grabbing your boobs and giving them a squeeze, missing the way that Eddie watches you with a raised brow.

“I mean if that's all he wants..I mean mine are pretty good..right?” You look up at Eddie, who now had both brows raised, and a slight smile on his face.

“Are you asking me if you have nice tits, y/n?”

You pretend to think on it, your head bobbing around, humming whilst you do.

“Yeah, that's exactly what I’m doing, Eddie,” you respond, the sarcasm laced in your tone. He just stares at you for a moment, the smile growing on his face.

“Let me get a better look,” he jokes, but you hop off the table and make your way over to him, your hands still cupping your chest.

“Well?” his eyes drift down from your face, slowly making it towards your chest, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he meets it.

“Oh definitely, best I’ve ever seen, by far. Annie, Abby, whatever the fuck her name is doesn't even stand a chance,” he says with a wink, and you can't help but blush at his comment.

“Thanks,” you giggle.

Eddie purses his lips and gives a curt nod, before going back to cleaning up. You’re silent for a moment, watching the way he bends over to grab the discarded pieces from the floor. Standing up and using his shirt as a means to hold everything.

“Do you think he’d fuck me?” you blurt, not entirely sure where the question came from. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it, but something had triggered the topic.

“Why wouldn’t he?” he asks, turning to look at you.

“I don’t know, part of me feels like I’m not fuckable, you know?” you say with a shrug.

He chuckles, making his way over to the table, releasing his shirt and all the contents in it clattering onto the linoleum surface.

“Trust me, you’re fuckable,” he remarks as if it was a stupid question, which it was to him. He steals a quick glance at you as you sit yourself back up on the table, his eyes roving over you before he stops himself, knowing that he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, especially not so obviously. “Extremely fuckable,” he mutters, more so for himself, but you still catch it, and a small wave of heat rushes through you, as you subconsciously squeeze your legs together. You don’t say anything, not sure what you would even say, instead you let the conversation die.

“Do you plan on helping me at all or…?” He looks at you, brow raised. You look around only spotting a few other scattered items.

“No, it looks like you’ve got it handled,” you joke, letting a grin take to your lips. Eddie just hums, his lips pressed together as he nods. You could see the smile he was trying to hide. Jumping down off the table, you collect the rest of the things from the ground, using your shirt the same way Eddie had. Bringing them over to him and dropping them onto the table.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah..” you couldn’t help but study him as he organized the loose papers, pushing them into his worn binder.

“So…would you?” You ask, your voice holding a sense of anticipation to it.

Eddie’s pointless organizational task halts, his famous brow shooting up in amusement. He cocks his head slightly, just enough for him to get a good look at you.

“Would I what?”

He had an inkling of what you were referring to, given the topic of the evening, but he wanted to hear you say it. Looking at him, you were tempted to just come up with something random to say and avoid the topic as a whole, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“You know…” you say, your tone sounding a little more whiny than intended. Eddie fully turns to you now, a smirk plastered to his oddly kissable lips. He was waiting for you to ask him, wondering if you would actually say it. You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what the response would be.

“Would you, you know…?” you ask sheepishly, gesturing to the length of your body.

It doesn’t help when you spot his tongue brush across his lower lip, a sure sign that he was enjoying this. It always was. The sudden feeling of embarrassment creeping up on you, heating your cheeks. You were certain he could see it, because his smirk only got bigger. Eddie chuckles, knowing that you weren’t going to go into any more detail than that, so he figured he would just humor you. His teeth cheekily sinking into his lower lip as he shamelessly checks you out, his eyes drinking in all of you.

“Let me get this straight. You, Y/n want to know if I, Eddie, your best friend who just so happens to be a guy, emphasis on that part, would…if given the chance, fuck you?” he asks in a matter of fact tone.

“Yes?” you lilt.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, waiting to see if you would say anything more on the topic, while he debated on what answer he should give you. The slightest upturn to his lips on one side makes you feel nervous.

“Absolutely, don’t even have to think about it.” he replies, flashing a quick smile. He stands there, staring at you for a moment longer before he's back to doing whatever he was doing earlier. It would have been an understatement to say that you were stunned. Suddenly feeling that familiar blush creep into your features once more. You had never thought about Eddie in such a circumstance, but hearing what he had to say made you all that much more curious. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, but it wasn’t something you thought about, other than that one time.

“I would fuck you, you know..just-“ you remark. You don’t know what came over you, why you felt the need to tell him that, but you couldn’t help it. He doesn’t look up at you, or even in your direction. He just chuckles.

“I know,” he says, stealing another glance at you, but this time you were looking at him with a deadpan look. “And I am very flattered.” he adds. The air is silent for a minute before you break it once more.

“Have you ever thought about..?” you start, watching as his brows shoot up as he fights back the amused look on his face. Of course he had, perhaps almost every other night, as much as he hated to admit it, it was a common re-occurrence for him.

“Thought about what?” he prods.

Panic sets in, and you decide it's better to not ask what you were thinking. Quickly finding the hem of your shirt of greater interest.

��“Nothing, never mind, it-it was stupid.” You quickly pull your gaze from him, but he does nothing of the sort, eyes still glued to you as the fascination sets in, that he doesn’t even bother to stop himself.

“Eddie, do you ever things about what it would be like to fuck each other, no strings attached…No never…You? He jokes, saying the last bit sarcastically, clearly lying. He had totally thought about it. He’s not sure if he meant to say that as loud as he did, but there was no taking it back now, so instead, he turned back to the table, now resting his hands against it, as he silently berated himself, rapidly tapping his index finger against the surface, hanging his head low.

Shocked that he had said exactly what you had been thinking, you turned to him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“That..wha-what you said.” you say, pointing your finger at him for emphasis. “That’s what I was going to ask.”

You watch as his tongue darts out just past his lips. Resting there as he processes it, slowly bringing himself to look at you. Nothing is said at first, nothing but the same awkward air settling between you. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at him, waiting for either one of you to say something, anything.

Sitting in silence, you watch as Eddie’s beautifully dark orbs rove over your figure, taking note of the way your hellfire shirt sits perfectly on your frame, or the way your jeans hug your thighs. He knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, admiring you so sinfully, but since you’ve mentioned it, it's all he can think about.

His eyes meet yours and suddenly you become hyper aware of the very fact that you were so close to him and yet not close enough. It was your turn to shamelessly take in Eddie. Eddie was attractive, you had always thought so, but the thing that always seemed to stop you was the fact that you had only ever seen him as a friend. Someone you could hangout with, without the pressure to do anything more than just hangout, except now, now it was on your mind. Wondering what his lips tasted like, or what he would feel like underneath you or even on top of you. The way his lips would feel against your skin, the way his hands would feel gripping you tightly, or even no! Stop!

“I mean, not like I’ve fantasized about it or anything, but.um...” he says, pulling you out of your shameful series of thoughts. Your eyes snap to his, your face flushing as you wait for him to finish the topic, wondering what he was going to say next. Your brows shoot up expectantly, wondering why your clothes suddenly feel tighter and scratchier against your skin.

“What If,” he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek as he mulls over what to say. Eddie’s not quite sure if he should finish his train of thought, expose himself and the very thing he had been dreaming about since, well since forever. Growing wary of the silence, you take to speaking your mind.

“What if we hooked up? Like right now? I mean just to see what it’s like..could be fun,” you suggest, completely stunned at where it came from. The growing grin on Eddie’s face was indication enough that he was all for the idea, but that didn’t stop him from giving his two cents.

“Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean our whole dynamic changes then..”

you could have been mistaken, but it almost sounded like he was eager to do it despite the consequences. You couldn’t lie, the thought of the consequences hadn’t even crossed your mind, and even after he mentioned it, you couldn’t even bring yourself to consider them either.

“Nah it will be totally fine, nothing has to change right? I mean it’s just an experiment of sorts. It’s for fun.” You say, reassuring yourself more so than him, you think, giving an awkward shrug in the process. He gives you one last look of skepticism, before he moves over to you, practically gliding across the space, your eyes trained on his every movement.

“Exactly..” he mutters, and you find gaze glued to his lush lips.

“Should we go somewhere or?” You comment, looking around at the empty theatre department. It was late, inching closer to the ten o’clock frame, so the chances of someone coming in was slim, but there was still a possibility.

“Nah, we’ll be fine here, unless you want to,” he shrugs. Shaking your head, Eddie takes that as a sign to proceed. Moving closer to you once more, you instinctively move your legs apart, just enough for him to stand comfortably between.

“You’re sure right? Because if you’re not, just tell me.”

Not even for a minute do you consider the possibility of calling it off, telling him that you made a mistake and that it’s a bad idea. No, you were far too eager to know just how fun this could actually be, and unbeknownst to you, so was Eddie.

“Yeah I’m sure, are you?” Brow raised, a challenged look in your eye. Eddie just chuckles like you had asked your second stupidest question of the night.

“Extremely.”

A wave of heat rushes through you, mixed with the shivers that trail down your spine at his blunt comment. You had always known him to be as such, blunt, but for once it had some type of effect on you.

Eddie’s calloused hands find you jean clad thighs, slow to inch their way up further, as he takes his final steps closer, face inches from yours. Its only then that you consider that maybe their should be some type of rules, some semblance of boundaries, as dumb as it sounded.

“Maybe we shouldn’t kiss,” you speak softly, you can't help but feel the slightest bit of disappointment at your own suggestion, considering the fact that his lips looked absolutely delicious at this very moment. Pillow soft and begging to be kissed, but yet something about it felt too personal, too intimate. Eddie felt the slightest pang of hurt at the comment, but he shakes it.

“Way to suck the fun out of it,” he sighs, hoping that you would change your mind. “You do know that friends kiss all the time, right?…besides, I can see how much you want to kiss me..” He suggests, his eyes trailing down to your lips as he licks his involuntarily. Even if he was joking, he was still correct, you did want to kiss him, desperately to feel his lips against yours.

“You wish, Munson. I’ll tell you what you can kiss me, just not on the lips.”

A look of utter intrigue takes over his features, as he thinks of all the other places that he could kiss you. To him, you were ultimately giving him permission to kiss ever single fucking inch of your body without problem, and though he would love to kiss you like normal people do, he can’t help but feel some type of way knowing that he could kiss anywhere else.

He holds his hands up in surrender with a frown, accepting that you aren’t going to change your mind, at least not without a little more persuasion.

“Fine you win, everywhere but your lips it is,” he says, “Any other fun things that you want to take from me?”

Heat creeps to your face, as you suddenly find it hard to look at him. His hands find your thighs once more, this time slightly higher than they were. You couldn’t think of anything, or perhaps you just didn’t want to find anything else, so you just shake your head.

“Excellent.”

“So..what do we do?” you ask, your gaze straying from his. Eddie cocks his head, not sure what you fully meant by the question.

“Y/n, If I have to explain to you how to have sex, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing thing.” He shrugs, an amused frown on his lips. You scoff, rolling your eyes at his comment.

“You’re so funny, but that's not what I meant asshat, I meant how do we start this?” you huff. Eddie just chuckles.

“Do you trust me?”

It was your turn to find his question incredibly stupid, considering you were about to give yourself to him.

“That’s a stupid question, Eddie. Besides we both know that I only trust you as far as I can through you, and I can’t even pick you up.”

He nods along, “Touche, okay then just relax and I will get us started, yeah?” His finger finds your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly so that he can meet your eyes, his brown orbs boring into you with a sense of anticipation. He gives you a quick wink, and lets go of your face, his hands coming down to the hem of your Hellfire shirt, the very one that was currently driving him mad.

He was so thankful that you couldn’t see or even feel the semi-hard on that he was already sporting just beneath his jeans, because if you could... Slowly inching his hands underneath your shirt, you take over, pulling it from your form and tossing it to the floor.

Eddie stares at you, clearly in some type of trance as his eyes rove over the curvature of your breasts held tightly by your little sheer red bra, the perfect contrast to your skin. His lack of words was starting to worry you as he just stood there, staring at you so plainly.

“Damn, you're pretty,” he mumbles, looking like a child in a candy store, completely unable to pull his eyes away from you. He blinks a couple of times before he's somehow managed to pull himself together. Quick to resume his actions, his hand finding your jaw, guiding it so that more of your neck is exposed to him. His other hand falls to rest on the table, fingers hanging off the edge as they rhythmically tap against the side. Eddie presses a soft innocent kiss just below your ear, letting his lips and teeth glide over the curve of your neck ever so gently. His breath hot against your skin, mixed with the sharp pang of his teeth just over your pulse point was making your head foggy, and your legs weak.

Eddie doesn't miss the way your nails do their best to sink into the wood of the table as he begins to lightly suck on your skin, assuredly leaving marks. If there was any part of you that was thinking logically, which there wasn’t, you might have told him to cut it out, but you couldn’t deny just how wonderful it felt to have his lips on your skin.

His hand falls from your jaw, instantly finding your hip gripping it tightly as if it was his only anchor to reality, the slightest bit of sting from coldness from his rings against the burning contrast of your skin. Nipping at your neck, smoothing over the purple welts with his tongue. You let your mouth hang open as a moan leaves your lips. Goosebumps lining your skin with every touch, every little graze from his teeth, or from the way his breath fans across your heated skin. It felt strange to have your body reacting the way it was, considering the nature of everything, but it felt good.

Placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, as he lowers himself just enough to kiss the soft skin on the tops of your breasts. Nipples hardening as a sense of avidity consumes you. You watch closely, hungrily, as his tongue darts out, tracing your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, flicking his tongue over the hardening bud, as his eyes drift up to yours, catching your heated gaze, as he bites down on it, sending you into a fit.

A groan from the back of your throat is ripped from you, as you gaze into his lustful brown eyes, the subtlest smirk on his lips, currently wrapped around your precious nipple.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

Eddie’s hand slides down to your ass, gripping it tightly as he suddenly pulls you forward on the table and into him. It's now that you can feel him pressing into your clothed core. You feel your walls clench at the slightest bit of pressure to your cunt. You needed him, needed some type of friction from him, and at this point, anything would do. Slowly rocking your hips against his, listening to the way he groans against your skin, and reveling in the way that it goes straight to your core. Eddie slowly begins to push you back against the table, leaving wet kisses down your sternum, his hand grazing the side of your body just right.

You let your eyes fall shut when your head hits the table, your back arches as something sharp digs into your spine.

“Oww!”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, slightly peeved at that stop if Eddie’s actions, your lips already in a downturn.

“What? What's wrong?” Eddie asks, his brows knitted together and eyes narrowed as he scans over your face.

“This table is not it, Eddie, there is shit all over it,” you remark, pouting slightly, your bottom lip jutting out.

He takes a quick glance behind you, picking up the culprit that had undoubtedly caused the problem. Humming as he examines the figurine.

“Hmm, I see…” he pauses, aimlessly scanning the room, “Okay give me a second, I have an idea.”

Reluctantly he pulls away from you, giving you a once over with a smirk before he's disappeared behind one of the stage curtains. Faint sounds of him shuffling around are the only indication that he was still there. You had no idea what he was up to, but you hoped that whatever it was, he would do it quickly, because you were getting impatient. You didn’t want for whatever haze of ‘fucking your best friend for fun, and there is totally nothing weird about it at all,’ to wear off and for you to come to your senses.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” you call out. When he doesn't answer, you hop down off the table in search of him, disappearing behind the same curtain. Your eyes widen as you see what he was doing, making a makeshift pallet on the floor with blankets and pillows from different prop sets.

“And Voila.”

You stare at him blankly, your brows slowly knitting together the longer you look at him.

“What the hell is this?” you chuckle.

“Listen, If you don't want this, I guarantee someone else will,” he remarks, gesturing to his body and the pallet with a cheesy grin.

“Oh I’m sure they would,” you joke, looking back down to the makeshift pallet. If things were different, you might have considered his gesture a romantic one but as of right now, it was a simple solution to a problem.

“Alright, milady, lay down!”

“Oh my god, you're such a dork,” You say, missing the little bow he gives you as you move past him. lowering yourself to lie down, using your elbows to prop yourself up as you look up at him.

The air holds a thickness to it as you both stare at each other expectantly, waiting for something to be said or done. Eddie moves forward, falling to his knees in front of you, his eyes trained on yours. Placing a few kisses on your sternum, moving down as he sucks, kisses and licks at your skin.

“Eddie,” you moan, gathering all of his attention.

“Yes?” he asks coolly, despite actually freaking out on the inside.

Looking him up and down quickly, you sigh, “This is hardly fair, you’re still fully clothed.”

You watch as the corner of his lips tug upwards, and a cheeky grin takes over, the slight alone making your core throb.

“If you wanted me to take my clothes off, you should have just asked, darling.”

You watch in awe as his tongue glides over his teeth, his hands finding the bottom of his hellfire shirt, and pulling it off in a fluid motion. You’d seen Eddie like this countless times, shirtless, hell you had even seen him in nothing but boxers before, and each time you took a moment to look him over, to just admire him, but this time felt different. This time you couldn’t peel your eyes from him, you wanted to see every inch, wanted to trace your finger over every tattoo, let your tongue glide across his skin even. You let yourself indulge, admiring his lean frame and the few tattoos that lined his skin for a few moments, curious if you would ever get to experience this again.

He begins to crawl up the length of your body, using his arms to cage you, as he just barely hovers above you. The familiar chain and guitar pick dangling just before your eyes as a silent taunt, convincing you to grab it. Heartbeat hastening as you take in the scent of him, the musk with the subtle sweet elements, as he comes to a stop, face inches from yours. His sights set on your lips, wondering if he could get away with stealing a single

kiss, or if it would end up in you hitting him and being mad, risking all of this to come to an end. Wetting your lips, you nearly forget about the one rule set in place, thinking that maybe, just maybe it would be alright, that you could do it, and things wouldn’t end badly, but the thought is cut short when you feel the clasps on your bra break free.

Eyes wide as you stare at him, wondering how you didn’t notice his hand now placed on your back.

“Would you look at that..” he starts, brows raised in a sense of amusement, pulling the straps away from your arms as he pulls the thin fabric from your body. Looking down at you, shamelessly taking in the sight, he pulls his lips into a thin line.

“Yep I was right, you have the best tits, Anna Wilkinson never stood a chance,” he says, pulling his gaze back to yours. Rolling your eyes, you give him a playful shove.

“You are so goddamn cringy…just shut up and fuck me already,” you say with a smile, chuckling at the way his eyes widen.

“Well, aren't you romantic?”

Eddie’s index finger comes up to the top of your forehead, pushing your head back as a means to tell you to lay back down. Rolling your eyes you oblige, chuckling softly to yourself.

“One of us has to be, and from the looks of it, it has to be me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Bringing himself to hover back over you. Moving down your body slightly, taking one of your breasts in the palm of his hand, palming it all while listening to that little gasp that leaves you at the contact.

“Eddie?” you whine.

“Y/n…?” he retorts, mockingly.

“Hurry up..” you demand.

Eddie, brings your perky nipple between his index finger and his thumb, looking up at you, pushing his lip out to mock you.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you manners? Usually when you want something, you say that pretty little word, you know the one…it starts with a ‘p’..” he says, grinning wildly.

You scowl back, not wanting to give him that satisfaction, but when he squeezes your nipple, you cry out a please, one to which he chuckles at.

“See that wasn’t so hard, now was it, baby?”

He leans down, running his tongue over the bud, before he sucks it into his mouth with a soft moan, using his other hand to palm at your other breast, kneading it, taking in every sound that leaves your lips. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding against his to gain some friction against your aching cunt. Eddie groans loudly, pulling his mouth from you as he looks up at you like you had just done something unspeakable to him. It was almost like a switch had flipped in him.

His fingers move to your pants, quick to undo the button of your jeans. He grabs your ankle, pulling the lace from your shoes as he pulls them off and tosses it behind him, moving to the next one.

“Thanks”

Eddie jerks your pants down your body, and tosses them to the ground.

“Anytime.”

He lowers himself so that his lips hover just barely over your navel, eyes glued to yours as his tongue darts out across your skin, letting it turn to open mouth kisses down your body.

“I’m going to be honest, I want to eat you out.” he states plainly, his fingers toying with the thin cotton fabric of your panties, waiting for any objections to leave you at his request.

“Well, then do it, Eddie,” you say, pushing your legs further apart, indicating that you wanted him to proceed. “I'm not stopping you.”

Eddie bites down on his lower lips, biting back the shit eating grin that was taking over his lips.

“Oh trust me, nothing is stopping me other than these obnoxiously cute panties you’ve got on here, I just wanted to tell you.”

He says, giving a brow wiggle to emphasize his point. Looping his fingers around the band on your panties, pulling them down your legs to expose your cunt. A wide grin expands across Eddie’s lips, running his tongue over them as he looks down at you.

“I know I said it already, but you are so fucking pretty…Can I-” “Have at it big boy.” you chuckle at the way his eyes sat open wide and his mouth slightly agape. If you didn’t know any better you might have thought that he had been wanting this, waiting for a lifetime just to see you like this. He doesn't hesitate to touch you, running his fingers through your folds ever so sweetly, circling your entrance. Your eyes screw shut when you feel one of his fingers sink into you, curling it to brush that spot that drove you wild. He watches in awe as he slowly works it in and out of you. Taking note of the way your breathing changes when he moves his finger a certain way, or the way that your walls clench around his finger when he curls it.

He pulls his finger from you, positioning himself between your legs looking up at you with an eager smile.

Feeling your face flush, you turn your head slightly, pulling your gaze from him slightly embarrassed to be watching him do such an intimate thing to you.

Eddie slaps your thighs, demanding that you look at him as he rises slightly from his position. Eyes darting towards him in surprise, as he gives you a look of challenge.

“If im doing this,” he starts, his voice now low and gruff. He holds up two of his fingers, gesturing back and forth for your eyes to stay on him. You didn’t even realize it until it was too late, but a whimper escaped you at his blatant demand, the way he so casually told you that he wanted you to watch him devour you. He gives you that look of ‘do you understand’ and you are relieved when the subtle nod of your head is enough for him. He holds those fingers up close to his mouth, spreading them slightly before he sticks his tongue out between them with a wink. A crude gesture.

He’s back down between your legs, slinging them over his broad shoulders, kissing, licking, nipping at your thighs as he makes his way up to your cunt, licking a strip from hole to clit, with the flick of his tongue. Your legs tense as the sensation, but quickly relax as he continues.

His tongue darts inside of you, watching your brows crease with a grin on his face. He never thought he would get to see you this way, even though he’d been thinking about it for years, but here you were, actually laid out in front of him, completely at his mercy and he loved it.

One hand flying to tangle in his precious dark locks, the very ones that no one was allowed to touch, except you on a few rare occasions, one of those being now, whilst your other finds the blanket that you were currently situated on, gripping at it tightly when he switches to sucking harshly on your clit.

Low groans leave Eddie every time to tug on his hair, urging him closer to your needy cunt. His hips rut against the pallet hoping to relieve some of the ache to no avail. He needed you, but not before he finished devouring you.

“Shit you taste good.” he hums.

With each greedy swipe of his tongue your legs begin to tremble, slowly starting to close around his head, your hips starting to rise to meet him. His right hand snaking around your waist to pull you back down and keep you there.

His left hand dragging up your inner thigh, his ring clad fingers teasing your entrance before he slips a digit in, noting the way your mouth falls open and a moan seeps out, drawing in his attention. God, he hated that you took away the one thing he had been wanting to do for ages, especially when that very mouth was making such sinful sounds, even more so because he was causing them. There were plenty of things he wanted to do to your pretty little mouth, but right now the only thing he could focus on was kissing them, and it drove him crazy.

“Does that feel good?” he smiles, watching as your eyes fall shut.

With a few pumps of his finger, he quickly adds another, curling them perfectly inside you. You kick your head back while letting out a loud moan at the added sensation.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

He chuckles lightly, watching you squirm. “Didn’t I say eyes on me?” he goads, “Because I will stop.”

Your eyes shoot open, darting down at his smug face. “There’s a good girl.” he coos, clearly satisfied with the way things were going.

The mixture of his precious mouth sucking, and licking at your clit in a perfect pattern and the movements of his fingers, soon has your vision blurring and legs clenching around his head, as your orgasm hits you. You clamp your eyes shut, as you call out his name into the open air, reeling as your body jolts with each wave of pleasure that he was giving you.

Eddie doesn’t stop, he watches eagerly as you writhe and come completely undone, his tongue still slowly toying with your cunt.

“Eds,” you whine out, hoping that he would get the hint.

With one final flick of his tongue he pulls away from you, a wolfish grin on his glistening lips. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sticking them in his mouth as he cleans them off, before pulling them back out with a pop. Watching you carefully as you catch your breath. Your eyes widen as you watch him, completely speechless at his actions, opening your mouth to say something only to be cut off by him.

“Did you really think I was going to pass on that opportunity?” He asks brows raised.

Clamping your mouth shut you look away, heat filling your cheeks.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes dart back to him, concern filling your features, and Eddie has to bite back the smile.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Well I am now missing a ring, and I’m 98.7% sure that it’s stuck inside your cunt.” He states, an amused look on his face. Panic starts to set in as your hand darts down to the apex of your thighs.

“Are you fucking serious, Edward?!” You pause, your face contorted, as you stare at him, taking in the shit eating grin growing on his glossed lips.

“No im fucking kidding,” he chuckles, holding up his hand and the so called missing ring, as he slides it back into place. “Could you imagine,” he adds, wiping his brow as if to say ‘disaster averted.’ You’re up on your knees in front of him instantly, about ready to hit him for his foolery.

“That was not fucking funny!” You exclaim, to which Eddie rolls his eyes plainly.

“Eh, that’s debatable, but it’s neither here nor there so let’s just move on, shall we.”

God you hated him, thinking that such an action would be considered funny. As the panic starts to die down, you can still feel the sense of desire still weighing heavy on you. Finding some of your confidence, you lean closer to him, your hands resting on his belt as you unfasten it and look up at him.

“Woah, you can't look at me like that,” he remarks, feeling his pants grow slightly tighter at the sight of you.

“Like what?” You feign innocence.

“Like that, you’ve got the ‘please let me suck you off look,’ and it’s doing things to me.”

You feel your pussy clench, the thought of him in your mouth was one that you weren’t opposed to in the slightest.

“And what If I wanted too?” you ask sheepishly, batting your lashes at him as you tug his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Come on sweetheart, you’re killing me here,” he sighs, feeling his heart banging against his chest like it wanted to break free. You were in fact, slowly by slowly, killing him. Making him unbelievably hard with each and everything that you did, and he hated it, well as much as he could. You loop your fingers around the band of his boxers, waiting for the go ahead, before you proceed, pulling down his boxers to let his cock free.

It scared you the way your body instantly reacted to him, to the sight of him alone. It was a lie to say that you weren’t eager to know just how good he would feel inside you, stretching you out perfectly, and all for him nonetheless, your legs feeling sticky hot.

Swallowing hard to take a minute to admire him, hard, perfectly curved, and leaking drops of precum down the shaft, that you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting. Your eyes meet his quickly before you take him into your awaiting palm, leaning forward to lick up the mess, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him onto your mouth with a moan.

“Fuck baby,” he moans. It was a soft and earthy moan, delicate and yet gruff at the same time, music to your ears, and you hated to admit, but you could listen to it forever. Your tongue glides over the prominent vein as you licked at the entirety of him. He stares down at you in awe, like he had never seen anything prettier in his entire life, and truth be told, he would argue that he hadn’t. As you take him further into your mouth, gagging slightly, as he slowly thrust his hips forward with a deep groan.

“mmm, s-shit… s-sweetheart… s’fucking, fuck.”

He could feel himself nearing the edge, especially when you started to use your hand to work the rest of him, or the way spit began to dribble down the sides of your face. He wasn’t going to last, and he was going to be damned if he was going to spend it in your mouth before he got the chance to feel your precious little cunt wrapped around him.

With nothing but sheer willpower he eases you off of him, looking down at you with a pout on his face. He runs his thumbs across the sides of your mouth, wiping away the spit.

“You keep doing that and I am not going to last at all, and I fucking hate that because that felt so damn good, but we agreed that we were going to fuck, so,” he explains, raising his brow.

“Shame, I was having fun.”

Eddie gives a breathy chuckle, as he pushes you to lie on your back, lowering himself with you the entire way. Kicking off his shoes and the rest of his clothes, it’s finally dawned on you that you were both now fully exposed, and there was no going back now.

“So..”

“So…” you respond, finding it hard to meet his gaze.

Eddie clears his throat, biting at the inside of his cheek. “Is this how you want to do it, position wise I mean, because I am not opposed, I just want to kno-”

“No I like this, it's a good solid position you know.” you shrug, blush creeping to your cheeks. “Or I mean, I could…I could ride you if you want that too?”

You felt utterly stupid even suggesting it, but the way his eyes light up has heat pooling in your belly.

“Yeah? Yeah that sounds good too.”

Eddie felt like a damn child at Christmas with the way you wanted to ride him. God he was in heaven. He does his best to keep his cool, acting like it didn’t really matter to him in the slightest, but he wasn’t as good at it as he originally thought. His dark eyes were wide, longing almost, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Well then, let’s try that.”

“Alright then, let's do this, sweetheart,” he says with a click of his tongue. He looks down momentarily, his smile fading and his brows knitting together.

“Fuck, um I don’t have a condom..”

You roll your eyes, “I have some condoms in my backpack,” you say, pointing to your bag leaning against the table. It caught you by surprise, the fact that he didn’t at least have one on him. Not that you thought about it a lot but you would have Eddie pegged as someone who would never leave the house without one. You would like to say you knew all about his sexual exploits, but it dawned on you that there could have been plenty of encounters that he had failed to mention, so the thought of him without the necessary ‘tools’ to fuck someone seemed strange.

“Why don’t you have one? I thought you were fucking girls all the time?” You ask, watching as Eddie pulls himself up from the ground and hurries over to your bag, pulling it open to search through the pockets.

He looks back at you, amusement written on his face.

“Yeah, um that’s why I’m out, dummy.” Flipping through the bag he sighs, “Where the fuck are they?”

“Back zipper, behind my textbooks.” you call back, “Well, it might just be me, but you should probably replenish your stash.”

He opens the zipper, letting his mouth fall open at the sight.

“Why would I need to do that when you’ve got enough for both of us right here. There’s no fucking reason I should need to have any of my own, but that’s besides the point. What.the.fuck. Are you doing, that you need this many condoms..in your backpack?” he asks, holding up a handful, dropping a few.

“What?! A girl has to be prepared,” you argue, “never know when I’m going to need them, you know, and thank god I had some.” You say, brow raised as if to emphasize a point.

He shakes his head in disbelief, brows knitted together, and eyes narrowed on you.

“You do realize you don’t need condoms to mind-fuck someone, right y/n?”

He throws them back in your bag, keeping a hold of one of them as he makes his way back over to you, falling to his knees as he slowly shakes his head.

“I mean thank god, Steve can’t get you pregnant now, you know with all the fucking you guys do…in your head…”

“Ha ha, very funny, Munson.”

Biting at your lower lip as you impatiently watch him roll the condom on.

“I’m just saying, better safe than sorry,” he shrugs, giving a little pout of his lips. Rolling your eyes, you prop yourself up on your knees, pushing him down on his back. Swinging your leg over his midsection, you line yourself up, his cock nudging your still sensitive clit, and you hiss at the contact.

“Yeah well.. anyway, ready?” You weren’t entirely sure if you were but there was only one way to find out. Eddie’s greedy hands find your waist as he pulls you down, his tip just barely inside you.

“Yeah, you?”

You nod your head, letting yourself sink down onto his length, grabbing onto his arm as you focus on the way he is stretching you out, filling you up deliciously.

“Damn, you’re tight.” he says through gritted teeth. Your head falls back and your lips fall open, soft whines leaving your lips as you work your hips to better take him.

“No, y-you're just s-so big.”

Eddie’s head falls back with a soft thump and you’re not sure if it was because of what you said or something entirely different. “Y/n..” it’s like a reverent lullaby the way he says your name. “You are killing me.”

As he bottoms out inside of you, you both still, almost too scared to move, too afraid for it all to come to an end. Looking down at him, your best friend, hair a tangled mess around his head and face, pupils blown, neck perfectly on display adorned by that damned necklace, and his lips. Lips that had just spoken your name ever so sweetly. You knew that everything was going to have to change, maybe not for the worst and maybe not for the better, but definitely change. There was no going back now and nothing could change it.

It was involuntary, the way you clench around his cock, watching as his eyes fall shut for a brief moment. You don’t know what was happening to you, the way your pulse quickened at the sound of his soft, beautiful moan, or the way that a strange sensation, one that you could almost, almost, describe as butterflies filled you. It meant nothing, because why would it? Why should it mean anything?

You hadn't even realized that he was staring back at you, watching intently on the way your chest was heaving, the way your breast moved with each rise and fall of your chest. Letting his eyes drift the length of your body, stealing a glance at where you were so perfectly connected, as he lets out a shuttered sigh of relief.

He notices the part of your lips, pink and still slightly swollen, as you breathe softly. He had never wanted anything more than to kiss you, feel your tongue collide with his, it was nothing shy of torture.

His eyes drift up to yours, the glazed over looks piques his interest, and he’s forced to wonder just what that pretty little mind of yours was thinking. He squeezes your thighs, pulling you from the haze, and your eyes meet him, locking as you feel the embarrassment fill you.

“We gonna do this?” He says softly.

“Yeah of course, I was just adjusting.” You chuckle, giving him a wink. Before you have any more time to think about anything else you start to move, finding a suitable rhythm to have both of you moaning. His fingers press harder into the flesh of your hips as your ass comes down against his lap, as you keenly bounce on his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, “you’re taking me so well.”

Why? Why did he have to say that? You whine, feeling that familiar heat building inside you once more. Eddie meets your thrusts with ones of his own, each one bringing pleasure and pain as he begins to hit every deep spot inside you, ones you had never managed to do yourself.

“S-shit Munson,” you cry out, your head lulling back on your shoulders, as he drives into you. Part of you just wanted to let go, let him fuck you senseless. To just lie back and enjoy it all, and strangely enough he sensed it. “Eddie, give me more, p-please.”

Eddie groans knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” With one fluid motion he had your back pressed firmly against the pallet, your hands falling above your head, and he can’t help but admire the way you look.

Eddie grabs your ankles, slinging them over his shoulders providing him a whole new angle to fuck you. Deeper and harder. The stretch of him, stings, burns even causing your vision to start to blur. Fuck it was perfect, well almost.

“Better?” He finds it hard to speak, his pace quickening as he drills into you, relishing in the delicious pull you were giving him, your walls clinging to him like a vice.

“Oh f-fuck Eddie, yes..yes..” it had never felt so right to say his name in such a manner, and it scared part of you to your core. He watches in awe at the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and the way your arms tangle lazily around each other, your teeth coming out to sink into your bottom lip and your eyes fall closed.

The poor boy had almost thought that he had finally died and had gone to heaven, but he knew it wasn’t, because if it was, he would have his tongue shoved so far down your throat at this point. Truth be told, he was going to be damned if he didn’t get to kiss you at least once at some point.

“Fuck you look so goddamn pretty, so perfect” he didn’t want you to catch the last part but you did, you heard all of it. Eddie, nearing his climax, snakes his hand down to your clit, thumb massaging tight circles into it, ones that make your body squirm, ones that match the pace of his thrusts. You can feel your sweet release burning deep in your stomach, while your head begins to spin. The drawl of his cock, moving in a sweet yet simple pace, and the tempo that he was keeping with the pad of his thumb, was rendering you completely drunk.

“Mmmm fuck…..baby…” Eddie groans, lowering himself down to you, the familiar chain dangling in your face. His lips were so close to yours, his labored breaths fanning across your face, his eyes meeting yours. You hadn’t noticed it until then, and perhaps it hadn’t always been there, but in this exact moment, his eyes held a deep sense of adoration in them, like he was looking at something that meant the world to him. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and before you can process, his lips are pressed against yours. Shocked, your eyes widen, and your breath hitches. Nothing was working, your body had gone numb as you felt your release take over. Every part of your body sets a flame, as your back bows off the pallet and your eyes fall shut.

Your cunt spasms around him as his own release gives, his hips stuttering with each thrust. Your name tumbling from his lips against yours. Somewhere deep inside of you surfaced, taking control as you reach up and grab the guitar pick that was dangling in front of you, and use it to close the gap between you and Eddie. Crashing your lips against his in a heated and messy kiss. The one simple rule, now a distant memory.

Eddie’s hips halt as he stills inside you, bringing his arm around to rest under your back as he deepens the kiss. He didn’t care if the kiss was a result of your shared highs, and would most likely last only a second more before you both pulled away and would pretend that it didn’t happen. You on the other hand, had no idea what possessed you to kiss him back, especially like you did. At some point in the night you had lost all sense of logic and reason. You would argue that some ulterior force hijacked you, making you think that whatever this was, was the right choice.

You pull away from him, still too stunned to say anything, and from the looks of it, so was he. Pupils blown, and a look of surprise on his face. The room is silent except for the sounds of the pair of you fighting to catch your breaths. Both of you are far too afraid to make any sudden movements, as you fight to meet each other’s gaze. It felt like a lifetime had passed by the time Eddie pulled out of you, discarding the spent condom, and plopping down beside you.

Staring up at all the stage lights wondering who was going to speak first and cut the tension, and you felt relieved and nervous all at the same time when you heard Eddie’s mouth open.

“Well that was..” he says, clearing his throat. He fights the urge to look over at your still figure, as you do the same.

“Yeah…yeah it was..” you croak, your voice broken.

The silence settles again, and you can’t help but wonder what was going on in the beautiful head of his, not that you knew even what was going on in your. Neither of you had ever been at more of a loss for words than you were right now. This was a first.

“So how’s Rebecca?” You ask, unsure of why you thought that this was the topic that most definitely needed to be brought up at this moment.

Eddie bursts out into laughter as his hand flies up to wipe over his face.

“Really!? Now? This is the conversation you want to have now of all times?” He chuckles, finally looking over at you to see that you were already looking at him with wide eyes. You giggle, feeling slightly embarrassed but relieved that the tension had been cute.

“Well believe it or not Eddie, I have never been in this position before, so I’m not really sure whats good in the state of post best friend fucking conversations?” you huff a laugh, rolling your eyes as he gives you a suggestive look.

“Well we both know you're lying when you say you’ve never been in that position before..”

Grabbing the pillow beside you, you swing it at his head, laughing when you hear the muffled sounds of a grunt.

“Ha ha ha.” you say sarcastically.

“Rebecca is great by the way, thanks for asking.” He says with a wolfish grin, “I don’t really think it's going anywhere though but who knows. I mean we’re not really out of the ‘hey can I buy some weed off of you?’ ‘Sure thing’ ‘you’re so cool Eddie’ phase just yet, but things seem to be turning around, maybe sooner or later I’ll find some courage to actually talk to her, but I seriously doubt it.” he jokes, to which you roll your eyes.

“Well if it means anything, I don’t like her, so.” you smile back.

“Oh, well then in that case, I am just going to have to forget about her it seems, you know since you don’t like her.” he deadpans, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.

“Good, I’m glad you get it.” You let your gaze linger on him a moment more, letting it drift down the length of his body, biting at the inside of your cheek.

“Getting a good look?” he asks, watching as the blush creeps to your cheeks.

“Oh shut up.” you retort.

You locate your clothes quickly, and slip into them, aware that his eyes are trained on you every step of the way.

“Getting a good look?” you mock, turning to see him blatantly staring.

“Yeah well it's not everyday you get to see your best friend naked, so I figured that I would commit it to memory, you know, just in case.”

Eddie looks at you, the familiar glint of mischief behind his eyes. Grabbing his clothes you toss them at him, your hands falling to your hips.

“Mhm, just in case of what, Eddie?”

Eddie drags on his clothes, standing up to tower over you, fixing his belt while he looks down at you, eyes narrowed with that mischievous glint.

“Just in case, you die but your face gets horribly disfigured and they come to me needing to ID you, but all that's left is your body, and then I can tell them ‘yep officer, that's her alright, I’d know those tits anywhere, they’re better than Anne Wilkinson’s.’”

You shake your head, biting at your lower lip to hide the laugh that was begging to escape.

“So you see, I’m just looking out for you, baby.” He winks. He begins to pick up the blankets that you were just using, unable to stop yourself from admiring the expanse of his back currently covered by his denim vest, or the curve of his ass, as he bends over. Stop!

Your stomach flutters, and you swallow hard, clearing your throat as you make your way back to the table, picking up your backpack, and plopping it down on the table, grabbing out a few spare condoms. Eddie makes his way over to you with a smile, as you hold out your hand for him.

“Here.”

Eddie holds out his own hand, skepticism on his face, as he waits for you to reveal yours.

“What are you giving me?”

You drop a handful of condoms into his awaiting palm, with a smile of your own.

“Wouldn’t want you to be unprepared for any other sexual voyages you encounter now would we. It’s like what you always say, better safe than sorry.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder, beaming at him as you make your way to the door, leaning against the frame.

“Now will you please take me home? I need to shower.” you quip, folding your arms over your chest.

Eddie flashes you the cheesiest smile, sliding the condoms into his pocket.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

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I didn’t plan things this way, but it turns out it’s Mental Health Weekend in my stand-up comedy watching. By which I mean the three stand-up hours I downloaded to watch this weekend happened to all tackle that subject, in wildly different ways. Which isn’t that massive a coincidence, I guess, as a lot of stand-up hours do this. But these ones really find three quite different and specific takes on the subject.

Dan Rath – I’m Not Doing Well, Folks (2023)

Do you like Sam Campbell? Well, meet his weird Australian friend! Seriously, I’ve also heard the show Greg Larsen was doing last year, and I’m increasingly convinced that Sam Campbell is the normal one among his people in Australia.

I’d heard Dan Rath’s pervious show, Cockroach Party, which was released as one of the ABC comedy podcasts. I liked it, but I think I kind of listened to it at the wrong time, while on break at work. Listening to this one while at home doing nothing makes me think his shows deserve more attention, because there were a lot of jokes that I would not have caught if I’d been less careful. Anyway, for whatever reason, Cockroach Party made me like him, but I’m Not Doing Well Folks (which was his 2023 show and was just released on YouTube) has made me think he’s brilliant and has moved far higher on the list of people I’d love to see live.

I laughed out loud so many times when watching this, hard and uncontrollably in the way that you usually don’t when just watching something on your own in your room. The whole show was constant and quick and ever-changing so you never really settle down and stop laughing so much.

There were only a few topics that he stays with for a significant period of time, one of which is mental illness, so that’s why I said this was on theme. It’s very much not “let me be confessional and vulnerable about the dramatic mental illness I’ve suffered” (not that there’s anything wrong with that, the other two shows I watched today were that and they were also great). It is jokes about autism, in what would be a case of “Oh, you can’t say that” if he weren’t autistic. At least, I think he’s autistic. He repeatedly says he’s autistic, and the vast majority of what he says during this show is clearly not true, but if there’s one claim in this whole show I don’t find it hard to believe, it’s Dan Rath being autistic.

It's not storytelling comedy, it’s definitely not sketch or anything like that, there are a few one-liners but most bits are longer than that, it’s not not character comedy but not the way Anna Mann is a character. The way Joe Wilkinson is a character. It’s a really, really funny character. His stuff about serial killers made me nearly cry with laughter. It had a few little bits that I recognized from Cockroach Party, but most of it was new, and I thought nearly every single bit was good. His disarming way of saying something offhandedly and then immediately moving on got me every time.

I’m going to have “I don’t give a fuck if the robots take over. I’m autistic, they’ll hire me as an interpreter,” stuck in my head for a while.

Lulu Popplewell – Actually, Actually (2023)

I have to admit: I mainly watched this show because I fucking hate Love, Actually. I didn’t see that movie until last year, which I guess was too late in life to watch it. Too late in my life, and too late in history, as a lot of the shit that apparently “seemed okay at the time” really no longer seemed okay by then. Though I’m pretty sure I’d have thought this even if I saw it when it came out. I turned 13 in 2003, and I spent a fair bit of 2003 telling people that various things on TV were sexist, and getting told to stop being oversensitive, and then as an adult I read these articles that say “Wow, I can’t believe all the blatant sexism and homophobia in the sitcom Friends that no one noticed at the time!” Well I noticed! But no one listened!

I didn’t watch Love, Actually in 2003. I watched it in 2023, because my mother talked me into it. It’s been a running thread between my mother and I since about 2003 that she always wanted a daughter to do things like watch romcoms with, and when I was 13 I’d just say no and it would turn into big fights, but as an adult, I try to occasionally be more flexible. And sometimes they’re good! Sometimes I learn that my knee-jerk hatred for all the feminine-coded things that were forced upon me in my youth is misplaced, and these things can be fun. I’d thought Love, Actually might be like that. Not really my sort of movie, but if I agree to suspend my disbelief and buy into the world of romcom tropes, then it can be fun.

Love, Actually was not fun. Love, Actually was pure shit from start to finish, no matter how much I tried to remind myself that you’re supposed to relax about the less believable bits. There is a certain level of romanticization of workplace sexual harassment that I’m willing to overlook for the sake of trying to enjoy a romcom with my mother, and this movie was many times over that limit. I was truly amazed by the large number of different types of terrible people they managed to fit into one movie. I’d heard people say before that “You know, when you really think about it, that story in Love, Actually isn’t even really romantic, it’s creepy and mean that he tries to steal his best friend’s wife.” As though that’s that biggest problem! As though attempted infidelity is even worth commenting on, when it’s next to severe sexual harassment by literally the most powerful job in the land! Or that other workplace harassment where a guy follows his non-English-speaking employee to a different country? And then Alan Rickman is just walking around cheating on his wife in the background. I think Martin Freeman was all right, oddly.

I don’t mind a movie about terrible people, but portray it that way! Give us a movie about creepy horrible people getting away with it all the time. Not a movie where we’re apparently supposed to hope things work out well for some of them. Honestly, I’m shocked that this got by even by 2003 standards.

Anyway. I know Paul Sinha’s done a show talking shit about that movie, and I wish he’d recorded that because I’d love to see Paul Sinha apply his brand of intellectualism to taking that apart. But this week I saw that NextUp has up a show that Lulu Popplewell streamed from Edinburgh in 2023. She played one of the children in Love, Actually, and is now an adult. From the description, I got the impression that a lot of the show would be her taking down Love, Actually. I watched the show because I wanted to see that.

So you can imagine my surprise when it was in fact a show about mental illness and addiction, and the Love, Actually thing was just a little bit of structure around which she tied it. Luckily, it was quite a good show about mental illness and addiction, so I don’t blame her for clearly using the eye-catching fact that she was a child actor in a very famous movie to sell it in her blurb. That got me to watch, and I liked what it turned out to actually be. And there was some talking shit about Love, Actually.

She talked about a bunch of things I find interesting, the way addiction can be an underlying personality trait and if you’re addicted to one thing you’ll probably keep getting addicted to other things, and addictions to “obvious” things like alcohol can be deeply interconnected with gambling or shopping or video games or disordered eating. I said at the beginning of this post that comedians talking about mental health is hardly rare, which it isn’t, but she definitely covers some of the “harder stuff” than what you normally hear, or than what most people experience (in as much as most people experience some amount of mental health difficulty). She talks openly, but while acknowledging the awkwardness that can come with that kind of openness, about psychosis and addiction and rehab. In addition to a specific perspective she has on how misogyny affects women in the public eye.

And she makes jokes. That seems worth pointing out, it did make me laugh. It started a bit slow; for the first fifteen or so minutes I was thinking this might be one of those shows where she says interesting things but doesn’t make me laugh much. But the more she established herself within the show, the better her jokes got, and by the end she made me laugh out loud several times. I thought the second half of this show was definitely stronger than the first, but none of it was bad. Her persona went very fast from “privileged child star” to “absolute mess” (as it so often goes with child stars), though she keeps reminding us that she’s in recovery now and is in a place to talk about it with some perspective.

I enjoyed this one, and like I said, I did get some of the complaining about Love, Actually that I’d hoped for. I’m glad I watched it.

Richard Gadd – Monkey See Monkey Do (2016)

I was reminded of this show’s existence by the fact that his new TV show Baby Reindeer has just come out, which I haven’t seen but would look to watch at some point, it looks very interesting. That reminded me that last year I had a quest to see or hear every Perrier Award-winning show for which I could find a recording. I’d never seen the Richard Gadd one that won in 2016, so I looked it up, and found that it did get filmed for those Soho Theatre sessions. I added that to my collection. In case anyone wants to keep score with me, my folder with (audio or video) recordings of Perrier Award-winning shows now has the winners from: 1999, 2003, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2013, 2016, 2017 (x2), 2018, 2019, 2022, and 2023. If anyone knows of others that have been recorded, please let me know.

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect with this show. I’d read that it was pretty conceptual, and I’d read that it was about trauma, but I hadn’t expected just how much of both those things it would be, until I watched it. It was a lot of both those things. It wasn’t stand-up with a couple of props in it – it was a story told via recorded audio and video and a man in a thematically relevant costume who runs on a treadmill for most of the show, which is a very physically impressive feat, aside from anything else. And it wasn’t just a show that gets into trauma – it was 47 minutes of trauma. And I thought it was great.

I hesitate a bit to say too much about it, partly because it feels weird to “rate” something so personal (even though all comedy is subjective and “rating” it is always kind of bullshit). Partly because I don’t watch a lot of comedy that gets to this level of “conceptual”, so I don’t feel confident in my ability to know good stuff from bad stuff when I see it (though I’m not the only person who thought this one was very good, they gave it an award and everything). And partly because I found a lot of it so impactful that if anyone is considering watching it, I don’t want to spoil too much (though it’s a show from 2016, I don’t think spoilers are a large issue).

He got into a bunch of interesting stuff in this show, about masculinity and sexual assault and mental illness, presenting in what I found a very immediate and hard-hitting way. Especially the sounds and whatever else he was doing to bring to live his descriptions of anxiety.

It often annoys me when comedians comment on how an audience “isn’t sure if they’re allowed to laugh” at something they’ve said – because often, the comedian is overestimating their own edginess, what they’ve said wasn’t “too uncomfortable” to laugh at, it just wasn’t that great. In this Richard Gadd show, he never said “I can see the audience trying to decide whether they’re allowed to laugh right now”, but there were multiple points when I could tell the audience were trying to decide whether they were allowed to laugh at that funny bit. Or maybe I’m just projecting, because that’s what I was doing.

This very much was one of those shows people make jokes about because they’re a bit overdone and can be painfully embarrassing if not done well – a comedy show that lets itself have significant portions that aren’t funny, they’re a person telling us very honestly and intensely about something harrowing. But I do like those shows when they’re good, and this one was, and about something important. And some of it was definitely funny. I would like to watch his new TV show at some point.

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So I read and watched some things about the Tangled tv series and it’s such a mess.

There’s magic everywhere in this series when the only magic in the movie was in that flower. I guess they realized that it would get boring fast and added more interesting lore into the series. There also steampunk stuff in it which is really weird because there was none of that in the movie. There wasn’t even a gun in the movie but there’s robots in the series?

They added in some black characters in it so they don’t look as white as the movie. I’m also sure they ripped off sinbad again and gave Flynn a friend that reminded me of cal.

They also ripped off of frozen as well. We have sister issues plot lines like the queen has one and rapunzel has one with cass. Rapunzel struggles with being a queen and is anxious about it like Elsa was( when she was super perfect at everything in the movie). She even copied Anna in being a funny sleeper and not being a morning person. There also was a special where a snow storm threatened the kingdom just like with frozen! Stans whine that frozen ripped off this movie like Elsa having a similar hair part to rapunzel (lol) or that Anna is a rapunzel clone (when rapunzel was already a Ariel clone) when this show clearly rips off frozen. I guess they wanted that frozen popularity.

Mandy still can’t voice act for shit. It’s so funny how she hasn’t improved in the role since she started it and it sounds like she did this for the money. For example, That scene when rapunzel was yelling out and crying when pascal sacrificed himself was so painful. I heard more emotion from a girl who drop her own phone. it’s embarrassing because you can see that she’s out of her league when the got great singers in the mix with the guy who voiced that 14 years old and cass. It also says a lot that the song that got an award for this show had a great singer (cass I think it was) and not any of the songs Mandy sings.

The series made three king look like even more of a dick than he already was in the movie and made gothel look less of a dumbass than she did in the movies. The reason why she never moved the flower from the spot was because of some rock spikes would grow everywhere for some reason and it can cause harm to people who live in the area. But the king didn't care about this at all and took the flower knowing the things it would cause. He also kept the original flower and said that anyone who steals it like he did would be a criminal. So he’s a thief who stole a flower and used all its power for his own selfish purposes (when it could have help anyone in the kingdom with a similar or even worse case than him) and didn’t care that it would cause harm to not only his own kingdom but the world.

The 14 year old kid (who is super popular because I’ve seen his design everywhere) in the show was made out to be the bad guy because his dad got caught into that rock thingy and he just wants to issue to go away because it can hurt anyone. Rapunzel also kicked him out into a snowstorm (or someone in the castle did and she did nothing to stop it) and didn’t give a fuck about him for two episodes. He was low key right about everything going by the wiki.

I would say that the king was an abusive piece of shit because how he treated rapunzel but I already said something about that in an another post! I still can’t believe he locked her up in a fucking tower and the show pulled the “he loves and cares about you! So the abuse is ok” crap!

I do have to say that the music in the show was way better than it was in the movie. It seems like no one was holding Alan back and they got someone who could actually write good lyrics unlike that guy from the movie. The song ready as I’ll ever be (it was every where at one point and I had no idea it was from this show) was so much better than the trash ass songs they had in the movie.

The art is a mix between lolirock and a storybook. I like it better than the movie’s but it’s not the best. I also liked rapunzel’s hair better here than in the movie since it didn’t look like plastic.

#mine #lala trashes tangled

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 6

Hannibal sits in on a regular conversation between y/n and her family. Y/n insists it could have gone worse.

⚠️Bigass trigger warning⚠️: Verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, blood, mention of alcohol abuse and suicide

Anna lived her life believing that she was the main character, constantly denying personhood to everyone around her. She was the romantic hero, and everyone else existed to forward her plot.

This metaphor was imperfect, however, because in all the books you'd read, the main character must overcome some kind of challenge. Nobody ever said no to Anna. Nobody ever criticized Anna. Nobody but you. So you were pigeonholed into the role of antagonist for it. You had to give her credit; growing up on the receiving end of her and Theresa's torture was a compelling villain origin story.

It was obvious that she only wanted you at her wedding to present her with an obstacle. Heaven forbid her story progress without some semblance of petty drama out of her control. She'd cornered you into a painful catch-22; you wanted vengeance, but you couldn't give her the satisfaction of having her special day ruined. What was your play? Ruin it just a little? Walk away?

These thoughts passed through your mind as you sat through the boring ceremony. You wanted to lean over and whisper everything to Hannibal, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts. The vows seemed to drag on forever. Liam's English accent grated on your ears and you wished that he would just shut the hell up.

The ceremony concluded and you hoped to skip out on the reception with a purse full of mini cannolis, but fate had other plans. In a last-minute reach for some kind of scene, the blushing bride waved you over to the head table.

"[F/N]!" Anna shouted, with a big smile across her face. "Come on!"

You fought the urge to feel endeared by this. She looked too happy to be harmful. Your guard was all the way up as you and Hannibal approached the table.

Hannibal pulled a seat out for you while you studied Anna's expression. She fixed her doe eyes on Hannibal. You knew from experience that Anna had the same powerlust as grandma and Theresa. She was just better at keeping a lid on it.

"[F/N], you remember Liam?" Anna said, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Yeah." You nodded, scooting your chair up. "Nice to see you again, Liam."

"Good to see you again, too [F/N]."

"Liam is from Birmingham." She bragged, her smile somehow growing wider.

"Alabama?" You piped up before taking a drink from your water glass.

Every time you were forced to interact with Liam, she reminded you that the man with the strong and unmistakable English accent, was in fact from England. And every time, you slipped in the Alabama comment. It was never not funny.

"Liam, Anna," you said. "This is my fiance, Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

"Many congratulations to you two." Hannibal offered.

"Dr. Lecter, thank you so much for coming." Anna returned. "And thank you for taking such good care of our precious [F/N]. I hope she's not giving you too much trouble. She was quite a handful growing up, but we made it work."

"Don't flatter yourself, you're only four years older than me." You hide your passive-aggressive jab beneath a smile. "You can't take credit for a job you didn't do."

Grandma always thought Anna's protective, borderline maternal behavior towards you was adorable. Of course, it disgusted you. You were little more than an accessory to her. A baby doll she could simulate motherhood with. But, in fairness to her, that was all you were to the adult in the house too. Monkey see, monkey do.

"So have you two set a date yet?" Grandma interrupted your thoughts, just trying to keep the tension down.

"Goodness, no." Hannibal answered. "Ours is a long-term engagement."

"Yeah." You added. "Not until I finish school."

"Well, it's not my fault you aren't expected to graduate on time." Grandma said into her wine.

You tightened your grip on your water glass. "Well, changing your major halfway through will do that."

"I'm just saying," Grandma continued. Whenever she was 'just saying' anything, you knew she was raring to stir things up. "If you had just stayed the engineering track, you wouldn't have to keep Hannibal waiting."

"Well!" Anna cut in, offended that the attention was off her for more than a minute. "Liam and I waited until after college."

"Yes, Anna," Grandma said dismissively, before turning back to you. "Y'know, Dr. Lecter here could probably tell you that psychologically speaking, women are more likely to drop out of college and become strippers when they change their majors?"

Now it was Hannibal's turn to down his entire glass of wine. "Ms. [L/N], where did you get that information?"

"Oh, it was an article I found on Facebook." Grandma answered. "I'll have [F/N] send you a link."

"Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal cleared his throat. "Are you familiar with the concept of misinformation?"

"Of course." She looked offended at the implication that she could possibly not know something.

"See, social media websites like Facebook are inundated with misinformation campaigns." Hannibal explained. "Your claim is not rooted in any psychological fact."

"Yeah, also," You cut in. You scanned the area for escape routes if your attempt to change the subject went awry. "There's a wonderful documentary about how Facebook misinformation campaigns targeted rural counties in England leading up to the Brexit vote."

"Oh, we have a funny story about Brexit." Anna interrupted, taking the bait, hook line and sinker.

Before she could recount the same boring anecdote about being at some regional chain restaurant when the vote was cast, Theresa and her husband joined the table.

"Sorry we're late," Theresa sat down. "Damage control is a twenty-four hour job. What were we talking about?"

"Misinformation." Liam said.

"Perfect timing." You muttered.

"Finally, all three of my girls are together again." Grandma threw her head back and rejoiced. "When was the last time we all got together? Just us four girls, huh?"

"Remember the day before prom, we all went out go get manicures?" Anna reminisced. "And we took pictures of us all dressed up?"

"Oh I remember." You scanned the area for any alcohol to ingest.

"Oh, this is so funny." Grandma laughed hysterically. "Dr. Lecter, did you hear this story? [F/N] went to the prom with a boy who had all along been using her to get close to Theresa! They got together that night! Dated for two whole years after that."

"I've heard an iteration of it." He said, looking over his shoulder. He flagged down a waiter who was holding a bottle of champagne. "Leave the bottle, please."

"Don't drink too much, [F/N]." Anna scolded. "Save some alcohol for the rest of us."

You made sure to maintain eye contact with her as you filled your flute to capacity. "Grandma's paying, isn't she?"

"Anna, baby," Grandma said, rubbing her temples. "It's fine. Let [F/N] drink herself silly. It's a party, right?"

"Wow," Theresa sneered. You knew exactly what she was going to say next. "Like mother, like daughter."

Everyone at the table had enough decorum to recognize that Theresa went too far. You crushed the champagne flute in your grip, letting shards of glass dig into your skin. You glared at Theresa, blood oozing from your palm and dripping onto the white tablecloth.

Wordlessly, Hannibal removed the offending glass from your hand and swaddled the affected area in a napkin. He put pressure on the cut, letting the blood absorb into the cloth.

"Is this the famed '[L/N] woman telepathy'?" Liam whispered to Anna.

"No, [F/N] is just mad because her mother was a drunk who killed herself." Anna thought she was being inconspicuous.

"This has been fun." You stand up from the table. "Really. Great way to spend a Saturday."

"[F/N], sit down..." Grandma ordered, sounding exhausted. "You know Theresa didn't mean that."

"No." You said, each syllable out of her mouth pushing you a step closer to your breaking point. "Y'know what? No. I don't have to put up with this anymore. Anna, congratulations. I hope you and Liam have many long years together."

You turned around to exit as quietly as you could, Hannibal at your side. Your grandmother, who somehow hadn't hit her daily allotted dose of confrontation, wouldn't have it.

"Dr. Lecter, tell [F/N] she's being unreasonable." Grandma pleaded.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise. In his long-spanning career, he'd never once met a person as tone-deaf as Beatrice [L/N]. He kept his quiet composure as he slowly approached the table.

"Beatrice," he said, beckoning her to lean in. He whispered something into her ear that left her stunned and quaking.

You could hear your grandmother's hysterical sobs growing softer as Hannibal hurried you out.

"Keep pressure on that cut, love." He instructed, talking over the increasingly loud shouts of agony from the head table. "You'll need a few stitches."

Once you were far enough from the venue, you had to ask. "What on earth did you say to her?"

"Nothing that you don't already know." He answered, facing forward.

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #hannibal nbc #hannibal x you #tw blood #tw emotional manipulation #cult girl

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - ALEC & RAFE

“All good?” Alec knocked on the door.

He sounded calm - but only because he tried his best not to sound as excited as felt. He had been waiting for this day for quite a long time and he couldn’t believe it was all happening.

There was no response from the other side so Alec knocked again. No response. Maybe Rafe had overslept. Alec did notice that the light in the room hadn't gone out till early morning.

“Alright, I am coming in,” Alec said and gently pushed the door open.

He saw his son sitting on the bed, still in his purple pyjamas, hugging his knees to his chest. He kept his eyes to the floor and avoided Alec’s worried gaze. Alec didn't know what was wrong but he wished Magnus was here - he would know how to deal with this.

His way of dealing with it would of course to make an ill timed joke. Maybe Alec should try that.

“I know your bapa taught you that being fashionably late is cool,” Alec said with a grin. “But you can't be late to your own rune ceremony, buddy.”

Rafe looked up with an incredulous look on his face, he seemed a little exasperated. Alright maybe Alec wasn't the funny dad. So he tried to use his own tactics.

He knelt down in front his son and scanned Rafe’s face. “I know it is a little scary to get your first rune, but it doesn't hurt as much as you think, I promise. You are a shadowhunter. You will get used to it.”

Rafe looked away.

“What if I didn't want to be a shadowhunter?”

Something in Alec’s heart stopped or broke or burst into a million pieces. He wasn't sure and it didn't matter. He wasn't concerned by the heart inside his body. He was concerned about the little heart in front of him.

“Rafael,” Alec said softly. “What's wrong?”

The boy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I am not just any shadowhunter, am I?”

Alec cocked his head in confusion.

“I am not just any shadowhunter,” Rafael repeated. “I am a Lightwood.”

Alec couldn’t help but smile a little at that and put his hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “Yes. Yes, you are. You’re a Lightwood.”

Rafael pushed it away. “But I am not, aren't I?”

“What do you mean?” Alec asked, genuinely confused.

“I am both a Lightwood and I am not,” Rafael explained frustratedly.

“Rafe, wha-”

“I am the son of the Consul, a hero of the Dark War and the founder of the Shadowhunter Downworlder Alliance,” Rafael said as if he was reciting a practiced speech.

Alec would have blushed in any other situation but right now he was only worried. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Rafe shook his head. “You did everything right and I...I am just worried that I won't.”

“Rafael,” Alec sighed. “You are not me. You don't have to do what I did or do.”

“But it isn't just about you,” Rafael bit his lip. “It’s all of you. Every single one. Aunt Izzy is one of the best fighters in the world. Abuelo was the freaking inquisitor and Uncle Jace...Well, he is Uncle Jace.”

Alec didn't know what to do. In this head, he heard Magnus’s voice when he spoke to Max when their blueberry got too stressed during their magic lessons.

“Smell the flowers and blow the candles,” Magnus would tell their son.

Alec took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

“Do you want me to tell you that you are going to be great just like all of us?” Alec asked, even though he knew the answer.

“No, I don't want you do that,” Rafael said stubbornly. “Because I know I won't be.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because I am not a Lightwood, dad,” Rafael almost shouted. “Not really. I am just..I am just some boy you found in the streets. So whatever genes that make you the rest of you amazing and awesome and cool and perfect - it’s not gonna work for me.”

Alec stared at his son then. Rafael's body was hunched as if he was protecting himself from everything the world was going through at him after today.

It wasn't easy being a shadowhunter - and it definitely wasn't easy being a Lightwood.

Rafael looked at him in the eye then, his lips wobbling a little. “I am scared I won't be good enough.”

He looked at those tiny little shoulders and realized the amount of pressure that sat on them. Alec had once been worried about not being able to fill the shoes of his ancestors - of not being able to bring his parents glory. He had been terrified of not being good enough to bear his family name. The Lightwood name.

Now his son was feeling the very same. Alec wondered whether all shadowhunters felt this way at one point or another.

“Listen,” Alec said gently. “Izzy is the best at what she does because she trains every single day. Not because she is a Lightwood. Yes, my dad was the inquisitor but he wasn't perfect. Lightwoods make mistakes too. And regardless of whether he is a Lightwood or a Herondale or Wayland, Uncle Jace is Uncle Jace not because he was born to be that person but because he choose to be. And I...I might be the Consul but I was a scared little boy for a long time too.”

Rafael still looked unconvinced and frustrated and stubborn.

“I am not going to say your last name doesn't matter. It does and it always will. We are treated differently than others because of our last name. We have been given chances and opportunities because of our last name.”

“Your tutor,” Raphael said weakly. “He was punished worse...”

Magnus and Alec had decided long ago that it was imperative for their children to know their history - all of it and from all sides.

“He got the worst of it and my parents didn't - because they are Lightwoods,” Alec admitted.

Alec looked at his son and spoke in a tone that Magnus often called his ‘Consul voice’.

“It is an honour to be a Lightwood. Our name has power and privilege,” Alec told his son. “But it is also a responsibility.”

Rafael nodded meekly. “I am responsible to uphold our family name?” his son asked in a quiet tone.

“No,” Alec said. “You are responsible to use this power and privilege to help those who don't have it.”

Rafael looked up then.

“You are not wrong to be afraid, Rafe. You are a smart kid and you are right. People will see you differently and hold you accountable to higher standards. I know it's not fair. Sometimes it can be difficult. People will always expect you to be a certain way because of your last name or your gender or your race or so many other things...But you need to be true to yourself. That’s what it means to be a Lightwood.”

Rafael sat up straight, listening intently now.

“Your mandate as a shadowhunter is to defend what is good and protect what is innocent,” Alec said firmly. “But your mandate as a Lightwood is to fight for yourself.”

“Like you did?” Rafe asked, his lips curving, just a little.

“And like so many others before,” Alec smiled. “Some day soon, your bapa will tell you about other Lightwoods who fought for themselves - Christopher and Anna and Thomas and so many others.”

Rafael actually smiled then - he always liked listening to his bapa’s stories.

“If you don't want to be a shadowhunter, then we will not force you,” Alec said seriously now. “All we want is for you to be happy. To be yourself.”

“I do want to be a shadowhunter,” Rafael confessed in a whisper. “I am just...scared. I am scared that I won't be good enough. I am scared that people will think I am not good enough.”

“As was I, Rafe,” Alec said softly, rubbing his son’s cheek. “I sometimes still feel like I am not good enough. When you feel that way, just give your best shot and remember that it is more than enough. It doesn't matter what other people think or say. That’s one more Lightwood trait for you. We don't let other people tell us who we are. We decide it for ourselves.”

“But I do care about what you think," Rafael said in a small voice. "Do you think I'm gonna be a good shadowhunter?”

“100%," Alec said without hesitation.

“How do you know?” Rafe asked skeptically.

“Because you are not even a shadowhunter yet and you are already trying to figure out how to be a good one,” Alec laughed. “A good fighter is always prepared. You are going to be just fine.”

“Because my last name is Lightwood?” Rafael teased.

“Because your last name is Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrected with a grin. “Now I know there aren't many Banes and I myself know only one. But he is the best man I know.”

“He is the best I man I know too,” Rafe grinned. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Alec grinned back.

“Okay then,” Rafael hopped off the bed and walked towards his closet - which was larger than Alec’s own. “Let’s get dressed for my big day.”

“I am afraid my amazing, awesome, cool and perfect Lightwood genes are not going to be very helpful here,” Alec ruffled his son’s hair.

Rafael giggled as he excitedly picked a red shirt from his closet. Alec looked at his son and walked back and knelt down again.

“I just want you to remember one thing,” Alec stared into his son’s eyes. “You were never just some boy found in the streets. I knew you were mine the moment I saw you. I knew you were my baby even then.”

“I know, dad,” Rafael replied shyly.

“No matter what anyone says, you are a Lightwood and you will always be my son.”

Rafael put his arms around his neck and hugged Alec tightly. “I know. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Alec kissed the top of his head and walked back to the door. “Now hurry up and get dressed. Your Consul commands it.”

“Boludo,” he heard his son chuckle and Alec couldn't help but chuckle himself.

#this is an edited repost but I AM LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR #alec lightwood #rafael lightwood bane #dani writes stuff #lightwood bane family #lightwood banes week #malec month

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I know the caravan is a racist stereotype but I also think a lot about that Artemy and andrey conversation where andrey insists that Artemy should definitely remember the panic around the caravan since he was a child in Gorkhon at the time and everyone else who was remembers it vividly but Artemy insists he’s never even heard of them

yeah that's... such an odd Thing honestly but it's another "town-on-gorkhon weird and subjective".

with anna ngl... aside from the "now why the hell is the plot of verdi's rigoletto in my horror game all of a sudden?" on day five of daniil's route... this might be like. "self-recognition through the fictional other" but my main assessment is "yeah untreated ocd will do that to ya".

sidenote but "this is just rigoletto but with a plague" is... one of the very few theories that i have about pathologic that i will thoroughly go to bat for because for one thing it's kind of funny. but also it really does bring out how infuriating a lot of the writing around pathologic is. like, yeah, this is a perfect example of Everything Wrong With Pathologic.

basically the story of rigoletto (or at least the portion that got really obviously borrowed by pathologic, which considering how heavily pathologic leans on theatrical tropes and the popularity of opera in russia, i don't think is a mistake), or at least the bits relevant to the willow mellow plotline, is:

rigoletto is a jester in the court of the duke of mantua who has some sort of disability or physical difference. he's usually portrayed by an able bodied performer (:/) but he's explicitly written as being disabled. this is important.

the duke is a complete cock, basically. he's a misogynist and philanderer who rig doesn't so much imitate as try to appease for his safety.

rigoletto also has a daughter, whose name is gilda (which means sacrifice). she does not know what rigoletto does for a job.

some things happen. the most important of these are: rigoletto gets cursed by an old man and is incapable of laughing it off. then he meets an assassin who asks him if he needs any assassinating done.

then, the duke's courtiers abduct gilda. she thinks she's in love with the duke.

rigoletto gets his assassin friend to kill the duke. assassin friend agrees, and then goes back to his... weird house, which is also a pub (you see where i'm going here), which he shares with his sister.

assassin's sister falls in love with the duke. she tells her brother "please don't kill him he's so pretty :(", and eventually manages to haggle him down from "what do you think i am, some kind of murderer?" (this is literally what he sings) to "fine, if somebody else knocks on the door by midnight we'll bump them off instead."

obviously, rigoletto's daughter is the person who gets bumped off. he only finds out after the assassin guy has left.

like, it was extremely weird playing daniil's route of pathologic classic hd and constantly thinking "this seems... familiar." but also the main issue here is... rigoletto is basically saying that marginalised people get constantly mistreated and it's genuinely very sensitive and caring towards rigoletto and the assassin. the duke is explicitly portrayed as a terrible person.

anyway i don't know where i was going with that but i do have opinions.

#ask #ollie considers #what is your song o?#opera tag #rigoletto #pathologic #i do like anna angel though #for the above reason of 'self recognition through the fictional other'#completely different Type of ocd to her but i still have it

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wickedwitchoftheemidwest · 3 years

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Happy New Year, everybody! I know that Literally no one cares or will read this, but I have to rate and talk about what I’ve read this year and this is my page, so deal with it.

2020 may have been a dumpster fire of a year, but I did read so me pretty good books. I didn’t get to read as many books as I wanted (like always), but that’s life. If you couldn’t tell, I do have a preference for romance novels, and these selections are very... 🌈 and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Here we go:

- Lies we Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley (4/10)

- I think I could write a dissertation about why I have a problem with this book, but I think I can just stop with “a white lady writing an interracial queer romance in the 1960s where the lead white character is literally a racist” should about cover it. Absolutely disappointed.

- Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (10/10)

- Oh my god does Casey McQuiston know how to write a book. Classic enemies to lovers, my favorite trope. This is my comfort novel that I use as a form of escapism, and probably the reason I didn’t read many new books, as I reread it about five times. It’s my comfort novel, and I come back to it every time I need to feel happy. I’ve made three of my friends read this book, and I recommend it to everyone

- These Witches Don’t Burn by Isabel Sterling (8/10)

- It’s sapphic, it has witches, and it’s adorable; what more could you possibly want? The ending left me wanting more. I was finally able to buy the sequel and I can’t wait to get into it.

- Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan (7/10)

- I think this book is sort of a classic when it comes to gay YA. This was a pretty good book, but it took me awhile to get into it.

- Her Royal Highness by Rachel Hawkins (9/10)

- What did I say about enemies to lovers? HRH was regarded as sapphic Red, White, and Royal Blue, which I think is all you need to know to be interested. This book and short, sweet, and to the point. It’s an easy read (I read it twice, both times in one day). I think there could’ve been some more character building, but it’s so adorable I literally do not care. When I say I want more cute gay romcoms, they should use HRH as the blueprint.

- It’s Not Like It’s a Secret by Misa Sugiura (7/10)

- A cute, interracial sapphic love story where no white people are involved (the main character is Japanese American and her love interest is Mexican American). This coming of age story deals with acceptance, cultural differences, racism, and coming out. I think some of the points it was trying to delve into were too much on the nose at some times, but I really enjoyed this book.

- The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue and The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee (9/10)

- A fun romp set some time in the 1700s with a chaotic bi as the main lead? Count me in! I read this whole series this year, including the novella (the gentleman’s guide to getting lucky), and I loved every second of it. It’s an adventure series with some romance sprinkled in (a hella slow burn, but definitely worth it). The whole series has gay, bi, lesbian, and ace aro representation, and I was in love the entire time.

- You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson (8/10)

- The black sapphic book I needed. Liz Lighty decides she wants to leave her hometown and go to college, but after losing the financial aid she was counting on, she remembers the scholarship that prom queen gets every year, and decides to run. Sprinkle in a cute love story, and I’m hooked.

- The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (10/10)

- I... cannot put into words how this book made me feel. When I finished TSOA, I cried all night trying to recover. Beautifully written, and I still can’t get over Achilles and Patroclus. One of my favorite books this year.

- Sorry Not Sorry by Naya Rivera

- After Naya’s tragic passing in July, I struggled to find her autobiography anywhere. However, I was finally able to get my hands on it, and am so glad that I did. Naya Rivera was just as genuinely funny and carefree as her previous costars have said, and I wish the world could’ve gotten more of her.

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- Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst (9/10)

- Sapphic love story about a princess who has been betrothed to a prince from a nearby country her whole life who instead falls in love with his sister. The main character, Denna, also possesses magical powers, which is forbidden in their land. One of my favorite things about this book is that it’s set in medieval times, but no one cares about queer relationships. The only problem with Denna falling in love with the princess is that she’s betrothed to her brother and nothing else. I recently bought the sequel to this book as well, and I’m excited to read it

- The After Series (books 1-2) by Anna Todd (-400/10)

- I was curious about this series because of how terrible the movies are, and needed to read them myself. I apologize to myself every day that I every even wasted my time on these two books. If I ever see Anna Todd, it’s on sight immediately. Not only is the writing terrible, but the romanticization of abusive relationships is absolutely unacceptable. I think I could take less issue with these books if the author wrote them as a “what to look for in men you should never date” rule book, but it isn’t. I could actually write an essay on why these books are more harmful than entertaining and how I genuinely think this series should have never been published. Also, Harry Styles did not deserve this.

I also discovered WEBTOON this year, and here are some of my favorites that I have read:

- Always Human by creator walkingnorth, a finished WLW story which was absolutely beautiful to look at and delightful to read.

- Lore Olympus by creator Rachel Smythe. I don’t think you can find too many people who haven’t heard of this story, but it’s a retelling of the Hades and Persephone mythology, and I adore it.

- Novae by creators KaixJu. A historical, queer and paranormal romance about a necromancer who falls for an astronomer.

- My Lady Artemisia by creator rimarza. This WEBTOON is a little bit newer with fewer episodes, about a knight tasked with guarding the princess, which starts to prove difficult once she starts to gain feelings for the princess, and an impending threat might cause her to past to come to the surface.

Of course, I’ve also spent a lot of my time on A03. I know I’ve read more, but here are the ones I bookmarked and have come back to this year:

- kiss me (if you mean it) by nerdybutpunk

- Carry On fanfic, short but sweet, absolute fluff

- Camp Llwynywermod by bleedingballroomfloor

- Red, White, and Royal Blue AUwhere Henry and Alex are camp counselors. It’s so good and I find myself waiting every wed and sat for the updates.

I read more this year than I have in a long time, and I enjoyed it most of the time. My goal for 2021 is to read at least two books a month and to expand my horizons to something that isn’t YA and isn’t romance. Also to find Anna Todd and tell her off. Hopefully we can accomplish some of that.

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The beach case

Find chapter 7 in AO3.

Chapter 7

She was tremendously small, and, every time our arms accidentally collided while we washed and dried the dishes after eating, I had the feeling that I would push her against some wall, yet she only looked up and gave me the brightest of the smiles.

“Your cell is ringing.”

“Uh?”

“Your phone! Can't you hear it?!”

No, I hadn't heard it. My whole brain was being belonging to that smile for a while.

“Ah! I’m coming!”

I quickly dried my hands and ran to pick up my cell phone without even looking who was calling.

“Hello?”

“Kristoff! You've been slow! Did I catch you at a bad time?”

I didn't like a bit what the mischievous tone of her voice seemed to imply.

“Sam! No, I was just washing the dishes.”

Anna continued drying as if she hadn't heard anything, but it didn't go unnoticed how she slowed down as put all her senses into learning about the ongoing conversation. Inevitably, a silly grin crossed my face.

“What’s up? Is it a work issue?”

“Kinda. I'd like to have a little chat with you this afternoon. It's okay with you at four in my office?”

“I guess I can make an opening, yeah. Why? It is something serious?”

“I'll only say one thing: I've spoken with Cecilia.”

“What?! Why?!”

“You know she adores me as much as I adore her.”

“Hey, Sam…”

“Nope. I have no time right now. We'll talk later. Ciaooooo.”

‘Cecilia, I’m gonna kill you.’

“Everything okay?” Anna asked turning to me when she heard me drop the phone on the table with perhaps a little less care than recommended.

“I dunno. Sam’s talked to Cecilia and wants to talk to me this afternoon.”

Anna's face paled slightly.

“But… did you get to talk to her about whether all this is…?”

“Not yet.”

“I see…”

“Sorry. I don't know if I haven’t put you in trouble”.

“No! Nor in the least. If I have problems I will have looked for them myself. If I hadn't accepted, you wouldn't be here.”

“I'll try to make sure none of this affects you, okay?”

“Hey, whatever the consequences are, they'll be up to both of us.”

No matter how noble her words were, I wasn’t willing to risk her job for lodging. I preferred to sleep on the beach. But... if it was just a lodging matter… why did the idea of leaving make me feel a knot in my stomach? Anyway, there was no use thinking about it anymore. In the afternoon, I would discover the truth.

Somewhat uneasy about what was to come, I hurried to get ready for the meeting and arrived a little early. A time that, of course, I had to spend waiting at her door because Samantha is never free.

“Hey, boss. You don't look well,” Olaf said friendly clapping on my back with a smile that made me tense even more. “Were you sleep-deprived last night?”

‘I knew it. Maybe his lips are sealed, but, in the meantime, he is going to make sure to torture us as much as he can.’

“Do not worry, Olaf. I had an excellent night.”

Maybe I didn't choose the best words.

“I bet you did.”

A brief laugh later, Olaf continued on his way and Samantha's door opened to let out a woman who smiled politely at me and gave way.

“Hey, Sam. What is this all about?”

“Easy, blondie. Take a seat.”

I took a deep breath and sat down as I was told.

“I'm sorry. I didn't intend to speak to you like that.”

“So… are you in love?”

“What?”

“The redhead. Anna, right? Your sister has seen it quite clearly; she says that you have a huge crush on her; that you are her puppy.”

“Puppy?”

“Yeah, I don't know what correspondence to a story she wrote for the magazine.”

“Oh… so that was it.”

“So, you admit it?”

“I'm not in love, okay? She just… seems to me a very capable and intelligent woman, funny, attentive, sweet, weird to an unimaginable point, cheerful, optimistic… And gorgeous.”

“Wow… It is more serious than I thought.”

“It is not serious. It is nothing. There is nothing between us. She is only allowing me to live in her apartment while I find something else.”

“Are you looking for something else?”

“Uh… well… I've been really busy lately, you know.”

“Sure…”

So that's how things were, huh?

“Well,” she said taking a sip of the coffee that always kept her ongoing the whole day. “I suppose it is my duty to inform you that company policy does not prohibit extra-work relationships between colleagues of the same rank, buuuut…”

“But I am her superior.”

“Exactly. A relationship between superior and subordinate could lead to special treatment that cannot be consented to.”

“But I wouldn’t…!”

“I know. I know you. You are a great professional and you wouldn't get carried away that way. However, the rules are what they are.”

“Got it.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Obviously, leave her house and get away from her. I'm not willing to make her lose her job: she loves it.”

“That's just what I wanted to hear.”

“Oh, yeah? Good for you.”

“Knowing that… I have no choice but to tell you that I really enjoyed talking with your little sister about the hot bricklayer that you have as a roommate. Too bad he's not a sweet young lady instead, don't you think?”

“Sam?”

“I can turn a blind eye, but be very careful with Yelena. She wouldn't let a beautiful love story jeopardize her magazine.”

“Sam, I…”

“And, now, get out of here! Don't you see I'm busy?”

“You are the best friend ever.”

I gave Samantha a quick hug and turned to the door, ready to leave her with her busy schedule.

“You know she likes you, don't you?”

“At least, I think she doesn't dislike me.”

“I knew it… You’ve always been sooo slow… Cecilia told me the face she had when she saw her and how she left hurt. You didn't even notice, did you? Little angel...”

“She… You think so?”

“Get out of my sight at once, moron!”

I dodged the paper ball that Sam threw straight at my face and left her office with a strange feeling of vulnerability and determination mixed within me.

By the time I got home that afternoon, Anna was on the couch in a huge hoodie, eating popcorn, and watching Wall-E. Hearing me come in, she paused the movie, looked at me with an uncertain smile, and patted the sofa inviting me to sit next to her. I obeyed and gave her a resigned smile.

“So I really am your pet, aren't I?”

“What? What was that?”

“It was nothing. I've already talked to Sam.”

“And?”

“As you well supposed, any extra-work relationship is prohibited between employees of different ranks.”

The popcorn that was waiting in her hand to be eaten, fell on the couch accompanied by a tear.

“Anna?”

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry! Don't worry about me! It's just that I got sensitive with the movie, you know?”

I nodded not wanting to uncover her poor lie.

“And… what do you plan to do, then?” she asked fixing those huge beautiful blue eyes into mine.

“Well…”

I stared into that look without quite believing what I was about to say.

“If…, and only if, you agree with that… I think the time has come for me to break some rule.”

#collaborated project #kristanna #fanfic #anna #kristoff #frozen #disney #with @annaofthenorthernlights #frozen modern au #roll with it #the beach case

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Yall I'm so mad. I had this all typed out and posted it but it posted weird and only had like half and so I went to fix it and it deleted so I had to do it all over again. 😭

Okay so OTP thing for Thomastair:

They absolutely hate fighting because it freaks them out so much. Thomas has never heard his parents or aunts and uncles fighting so he grew up assuming that meant bad things and Alastair hates it because his only relationship is was with Charles and that was so toxic so he's always afraid they'll break up after every little fight. Because of all that they give it a night to chill out and talk it out the next day so they don't have to stress about it for very long.

They love going and seeing le Voyage dans la Luna. They also love going to Paris for reasons. Every anniversary they go to Paris and spend three days there. It's both of their favorite time of the year (not that they would say it to each other).

I feel like Thomas would be most likely to be prom king but I feel like they would both be nominated. I feel like Alastair in a normal high school setting would have ALL the girls after him. I feel like he wouldn't want to be prom king though so he pulls out and Thomas wins because everyone loves him because he's such a sweetheart.

Thomas cannot cook to save his life. Sophie, Gideon, and his sisters have all tried to teach him but he cannot do it. He tried to make dinner for Alastair once just as a nice surprise kind of thing and he managed to set three small fires and get two second degree burns by the time Alastair got home to stop him. They had dinner with Cordelia instead.

I think Thomas is a really funny person and I find Alastair's sarcasm funny but I feel like Alastair when he tries to be funny is not at all. So I think he would crack up over his own jokes. (What are the strongest days? Saturday and Sunday, the rest are week(weak)days.)

They have patrol on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday so when they get home they have dinner (Alastair cooks) they always eat late dinner because neither of them can eat early. After dinner they get ready for bed and then get in bed and Thomas puts his head in Alastair's lap and Alastair runs a hand through his hair while reading a persian book to Thomas. (They can't sleep without this part)

They don't really watch movies because they both prefer books but they both love watching le Voyage dans la Luna. They both get that butterfly feeling they got the first time they watched it together and are both still amazed by the movie.

Thomas occasionally accidentally calls Alastair dude because he's used to hanging out with James, Matthew, and Christopher so it just slips sometimes. Whenever he does Alastair gives him the unamused one eyebrow raised 'really?' look.

Alastair loves animals and he grew up with a horse at Cirenworth so when he and Thomas are able to they get a horse and Alastair names it cheval which Thomas finds dumb because its literally horse it French but let's it slide because it makes Alastair happy.

I think Thomas made the first move because he had told Alastair not to come near him and so Alastair is respectful of that even though all he wants to do is be with Thomas. So eventually one day Alastair is walking past him stiffly and goes "Lightwood" quietly and then he's being pulled into a closet and Thomas is like "I can't do this anymore." and just kisses him

Innocent Thomas started the prank war because he was tired of being passive aggressive to Alastair after a fight and decided to prank him with the help of James. It started between Alastair and Thomas but eventually spread until it was them, James, Matthew, Cordelia, Lucie, Jesse, Anna, and Ariadne. They were all too scared to bring Christopher into the prank war because they were scared he'd get all scientist and blow them up.

Neither of them get too jealous but Alastair definitely gets more jealous because Thomas is a handsome, tall, highly eligible bachelor and is constantly being approached by women and most of the time he politely declines but sometimes he is oblivious and doesn't realize they're flirting and Alastair gets all pouty and jealous and is like sorry bitch he's TAKEN

Thomas wants kids so bad. He grew up with two sister and two amazing parents and just really wants kids. Alastair on the other hand doesn't because he grew up with an awful father and is terrified he'd be a terrible father too. He's scared he'd ruin their kids but keeps it to himself and simply says no until Thomas is like come on Alastair please just talk to me. And so Alastair finally tells him why and Thomas is like "Love, you would make such a great father. You already care about them so much and you may not know what to so but you know what not to. No one knows what to do when they start Alastair thats part of the journey." And so Alastair is finally like yeah okay yes.

They would name their daughter Barbara Sona after Thomas' dead sister and Alastair's mom who is braver than anyone will ever know. If they had a boy they would name him Oliver Cyrus and call him Ollie.

Thomas loves dressing up and handing out candy. Its one of his favorite times of the year. Alastair on the other hand would much rather put a bowl out and cuddle with Thomas watching horror movies. Thomas always drags him out and makes them wear corresponding costumes. Alastair starts the night annoyed but always ends up having a blast.

#alastair x thomas #thomas and alastair #thomas x alastair #thomas lightwood #thomastair #alastair carstairs #tlh #the last hours #headcanons

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creativenicocorner · 3 years

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I think the main reason I’m sharing this, outside of having very little self control, is because I’m tired of staring at it dlfkgjdlg I’ll get out of this writing slump you’ll see!

In the meantime stare away haha

A Terpsichore ch16 sneak peek! //

Better a lynching now than yesterday, he thought calmly.

The changeling wasn’t too surprised of his circumstances, his vision might be upside-down, but, in a morbid sort of inevitable way, everything was back to how it should be.

Human doctors on with their marvelous lives.

Trolls lashing frustrations without much critical thinking skills or thought.

Changelings-

He blacked out. Ever so briefly.

Distantly Walter Strickler felt as though he were laying on a couch. His head in Barbara’s lap. He realized he was smiling up at her, watching her as she relayed a joke.

Something funny Anna had mentioned to Barbara over their last coffee date. Strickler tuned in, in time for Barbara to excitedly say, “And then Anna said ‘so we met over a cadaver - it was liver at first sight’!” and started to laugh and laugh and laugh.

It was music to Strickler’s ringing ears.

At least until he popped back to consciousness with his ears still ringing. The scenery had changed, he was now deeper into Trollmarket. He remembered some of the stalls that Blinky mentioned when he first brought him to the Stronghold.

The fate of being a changeling piñata was all that seemed to await Strickler now. Or so he idly thought as more and more trolls clustered to his honorary pummeling parade - which by now he was feeling rather lackluster about. Sure earlier his heart was pumping to his ears with adrenaline. Feeling like one of those mothers that could lift full cars in order to save their child - which was himself in this scenario - he used to deeply want to save himself. But that go to fight or flight impulse was shot down faster than a migration of mallards during duck season.

It was a surreal experience to watch as more trolls joined the original three. Remarkable how trolls didn’t seem to take much convincing. He contemplated how many of them were truly like minded over their thoughts of his right to exist, or just tagging along out of morbid curiosity. Regardless it was like watching a forrest fire spread.

Every so often Strickler would try to call out, “Jim! Trollhunter!” but didn’t quite put enough heart in it to be heard over the growing cajoling to the others of Trollmarket to join the growing mob. Using the damage sustained by their previous scuffle in the Stronghold as added reasoning to their march.

The trolls wondered aloud how best to go about teaching this changeling a lesson.

Strickler wondered what Nomura would have said to him, at the sight of such a spectacle. And then he remembered she was as good as dead in the Darklands.

Strickler wondered what Otto would say, imagined his golden toothed smile, the chill in his pale blue eyes, and then remembered his betrayal. That Strickler was as good as dead to Otto.

Then, oddly, Strickler found himself wondering what Barbara would say, or how she would treat his wounds.

He found himself imagining they’d be in a quiet space. A living room, either his or hers, he didn’t care. As long as they were together, as long as it was quiet. With a soft breeze blowing through a half opened window. With fresh spring air that wasn’t unbearably full of pollen. The soft sound of gauze being unwrapped. An ever so tender, “Oh Walt.”

But then he remembered she’d never want to see him again, actively looked forward to not remembering him no less. And whatever level of looking after she’d do - would be from civic duty, and a cold ER room.

The thought was merely a fruitless fantasy.

His face grazed against a television pile, jostling, scraping him so blood would leak past his hairline. Strickler felt deserving of the sting.

A good thing about no longer being bound to the binding spell was that he didn’t have to worry Barbara feeling what he would feel. He didn’t have to take care of himself as intently. Though he had already thought about that already - didn’t he? Not that he was confident that he was going to walk away from this. His odds were, not something he wanted to think about.

Soon he wasn’t thinking about anything. He blacked out again.

While unconscious he was imagining a pond. The idea of which folded before him like a pop up book. The pond was full of floating flowers, primarily forget-me-nots, also known as a scorpion grass.

In the pond was a scorpion, who had a flower stuck through its stinger, and was on the back of a most beautiful frog.

“Oh dear.” Went Strickler, “This will end poorly.”

“Must it?” went another voice that was remarkably like his own.

“Of course.” Strickler eyed the stinger. “It is inevitable. Expected even. It’s all in character.”

“That’s a lot of metaphorical pressure to put on a scorpion. It’s only doing its best.”

“But it’ll sting her!” A pause. “The frog I mean.”

“Will it?”

“That’s just how the story goes.” said Strickler, resignation rich in his voice.

“The story isn’t over yet. And besides who says it is the same story?”

“Well isn’t it obvious?”

“No. That’s why I’m asking.” A pause. “What if the story changes? What if just this once, the scorpion didn’t sting the frog?”

“But it’s in its nature. This won’t change.”

“I thought nature was all about change.”

“Yes, well.” Strickler searched for a way to still feel sorry for himself. He didn’t want to feel assured, be given belief of the option to become better. He wanted to sulk in his misery. “Some things stay fixed. There’s no helping this.”

“Some things adapt.” Another pause, this time it was longer. “Did you know there are poisonous frogs out there far deadlier than a scorpion? What if the frog was just as venomous as the scorpion? What if, right now, that scorpion is so far gone just from being on the frog’s back?”

“This isn’t helping. Besides I’m not projecting on the frog. I’m projecting on the scorpion.” Strickler hated how petulant he sounded. He just wanted to be alone.

“Anyways. Scorpion or frog, takes adaptability to become like that, and to grow out of that.”

Strickler made a non-comital sound. He couldn’t stop worrying about that stinger. Besides this voice was clearly not getting the program that now was the time to be miserable. Misery left very little room for optimism. In fact it hurt. Like an ingrown hair.

“Well, enjoy feeling like a villain then.”

“I don’t feel like one, I am one.”

The voice didn’t respond, but Strickler felt confident it was shrugging at him.

He didn’t like that.

That’s when Strickler came back to consciousness again.

They, the trolls, were debating over getting a gaggle-tack or not, wondering if maybe they could hit him between changing. Strickler debated over his feelings on whether he would have preferred to die by the hands of Bular or Gunmar more.

And while the trolls displayed their misguided understanding of changeling physiology with..

“Maybe when we rip his stomach open stones will drop out.”

“Why do you suppose that?” “Well…aren’t they inside out? There was a toy that I found once in the sewers it was, uh, reversible. Wouldn’t that explain where the troll side goes when they look like this? And vise versa?”

Strickler wanted to laugh, but decided against it.

Instead he contemplated over the sheer irony of spending a lifetime being fearful of perishing under the supposed brilliant leadership of Gunmar, only to be beat up and dissected by some gaggle of buffoons.

All that hard work. All that build up of pride. Only to meet an end unsanctimoniously by idiots.

Payback for my own pretentiousness, he gathered.

Now he really wanted to laugh. Something hollow and cold. And Strickler started to, until something (a fist or another blasted video appliance - he wasn’t sure) crashed against his appendix and knocked the air out of him.

It made Strickler think of Barbara, flirting with coffee and appendectomies. Maybe it was the blood rushing to his head - but Strickler welcomed being under Barbara’s knife. If anyone were to dissect him he wouldn’t mind it being her.

It was then that Strickler noticed Krax’s face staring up at him from the crowd. There was a contorted expression on his face that Strickler found hard to read. Immensely so upside down. Was it fear? Was it anger? The foreboding gaze of seeing a potential future should Krax’s identity be found out. Was Krax contemplating rescuing him?

That’d be idiotic, thought Strickler, fondly. Though considering how they left their last conversation Strickler highly doubted it.

He’s probably more worried I’d rat him out. Strickler frowned at the thought.

Thus, with a reasonable amount of changeling honor, Strickler shook his head with a look that Strickler hoped would convey ‘don’t do anything stupid. I won’t expose you. Don’t expose yourself, not for me.’

Strickler wasn’t sure if Krax got the message. He wasn’t sure if the look on Krax’s face was something that resembled sadness. But he did catch Krax lowering his head, and walking away from the crowd.

Strickler smiled at that.

Thank you so much for reading! ♡(´⌣`ʃƪ)

#Trollhunters #Tales of Arcadia #Walter Strickler #Stricklander #Stricklake #Knife Family #ToA Trollhunters #Ch16 #Nico Writes #Dr Barbara Lake

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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hey hey hey 📝

Hey you 🥰 Let me tell you straight away there's more than one because I'm a sucker for your fics and I will absolutely read all the one I haven't read yet because I just know they're good. I just know it. Same, my absolute favorite is in blue! 💙

@murdertoothpick

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young volcanoes

Of course I love this one, Fives' fic AND Fall Out Boy?? I knew you would come up with something awesome but this... This is absolutely wonderful.

I just love the delight, the comfort in knowing that the war is over, and there will be no more fight to the death for the clones. For these men who will finally do something else than die; they will finally live.

It's not until Echo nudged him that Fives sees you approach the ramp with quick feet, colliding into him with a force so strong that he stumbles back a little, and yet, it's the most grounded he's felt in a long time.

Again, I screamed a very real scream when I read that. It's sad; but also beautiful, to be the one person that grounds him and offers him enough comfort and care and that feeling of safety-

'Don't ever let me go,' you press into him, and the way he squeezes you just a little tighter makes you melt.

It does make me melt. I am a puddle. This quote alone cured my anxiety. No but; for real; I just love these silent moments. I am very vocal about my emotions and feelings for the people I care about; but sometimes words aren't enough, or argent quite right so we turn to these silent exchanges - a look, a pression, a touch - something to let you know it's okay. I love that.

Fives meets Jesse with a proud grin, his hold on you relenting except for the one arm he keeps around your waist. 'Not tonight vod,' he breathes, meeting your eyes as you turn to face his brother, 'I'm going home.'

And Fives' words repeat softly in your head. He's going home. […]

That home is wherever the other is. It is the one thing that perseveres beyond the war. It is the one constant Fives' has ever had the choice to have, the one thing you'd never give up for anything.

This. This is it.

Being someone's home is so personal and meaningful. The trust, the care, the feeling of safety- everything that comes with the fact that you are someone's home.

And for it to be a constant in a life and a galaxy where everything keeps changing?? It's the same energy as Ari's fic It's been a long, long time.

It's comforting, and it gives me hope. This is the essence of Star Wars - hope - and you depicted it so perfectly.

I am honestly amazed and in love with this fic. (And Fives.)

at least, percentage wise

This one was a bit painful but also tender; let me explain.

'Hunter sold me as a droid today.'

He continues, 'I know he doesn't think of me like that but...it was hard enough being treated as a clone and now...I don't know what I even am.'

This. Is very painful.

I absutely love Echo, right. I adore him, he's awesome and handsome and kind and funny and he's Echo.

Yet he doesn't know that. He doesn't know who he is anymore- "what" he is.

What. That's so painfully sad. Like I said clones are already caught in this sort of identity crisis because what are they? Clones? Soldiers? Men? Brothers? Humans?

And now. Now Echo isn't even sure he fits the last category anymore. And it honestly pains me when people call him "android" or "droid man" because he already feels so self-conscious about this. And yes- he has prosthetics and robotics implants- but never should he be considered less of a human because of them. He's still Echo. He's still human.

He changed, but he's still Echo.

His next words are whispered, afraid of receiving an answer. 'Tell me you'd love me more if I weren't...' the words catch in his throat, 'this.'

And this is the moment where I tear up because.

This.

I can hear it. I can hear the pain and the fear in his voice and it honestly breaks. My heart.

How deeply rooted is his self-consciousness? How deep does the self-hatred run for him to think so little of himself??

I hate it here it just makes me so angry and sad for him.

My handsome boy deserves BETTER.

'You handsome man,' you jest, blessing him with a short kiss on the lips. 'You ready to sleep now?.'

I love this because I always call Echo "my handsome boy" or "handsome boy" and that's 1. Because he IS handsome like have you seen the man?? And 2. Because I believe if he hears it all the time he will slowly but surely believe it. He will accept that he's handsome and maybe feel less self- conscious about his body and himself...

I just need him to feel loved and beautiful because he is.

And I mean... Soft. Domestic. "You ready to sleep now?" is something you tell to someone in such a casual yet caring way and I am absolutely here for it.

This fic is just- I would react the same way reader did. It's so obvious to me he's absolutely trustworthy and nice and smart and handsome- he's filled with qualities and so many reasons to love him and care for him.

I mean- Echo. He alone is a valid argument.

Anyway, this fic just has me feeling much love for Echo and you made me fall for him again;;

push and pull

'Tsk, why won't you do what I say?'

I read that in his voice every. Single. Time. That's just- so him. 100% pure Crosshair content here.

And "the little umbrella" thing? Tech's remark on the food?

These little funny moments are so soft and a nice contrast to the sometimes sad undertone of the fic! I love that!

'I...like being close to you.'

'It's hard enough letting you in. I don't want my brothers thinking I've gone...soft.'

This. This is also very Crosshair. He's not very vocal, and to see him struggle a bit to confess what's really going on and feel awkward and embarrassed about it is just-

Great. In a sweet way. And the way you write him so well, so accurately-

Yes. 100% yes.

somewhere only we know

Alright. This fic right here is, I believe, the first one I read from you. At least it marked me enough for me to remember it as the first one.

Anna. This fic right here is. You made me cry. You had me crying while reading it because it's just.

The song alone is already- you know, very bittersweet and nostalgic in a way; and you managed to write something so perfect it's- it's not the fic matching the song. It's the song matching the fic.

I read it again to write this review - with the song on loop obviously - and I got tears again. It's just that powerful.

But your anxiety melts away as he gives you a slight smile, offering his hand to you, 'You'll have to lead the way.' […] He would always trust you, he has never felt otherwise.

I can't even explain how meaningful that it. It means so much to him, and he knows; and you do too. There's a level of trust and intimacy here.

'Just...hold me.'

Don't ask me why, but reader saying this is low-key making me emotional.

'Do you want this?', he murmurs, […].

You take an agonisingly long time to reply, your eyes flit between his, searching for any sign of hesitation, or regret. But you don't find any, as much as Crosshair is good at hiding his emotions behind an impassive and collected facade, you see the silent plea in his eyes, a longing for more.

Tears. Very real tears. The care and respect and trust and love this question alone holds. It's just. So delicate and soft, I just-

And then-

'Are you sure?' he whispers, so close to you, basking in this intimacy.

Girl if you wanted to make me cry you just had to say it, right? Like, don't mind me I'm a sucker for this; being so intimate and respectful of your partner that's like- everything.

Honestly that's what everyone deserves.

He lets out a light laugh, it's beautiful, reverberating deep in your heart, a sound so rare that you try hard to commit it—and the way he looks—to memory.

I promise you...

The candlelight surrounds your face in a halo-like glow like you were sent from heaven. It's a blessing.

...you hold my heart. This is poetry. This is art. This is comforting and lovely. And I am tearing up once again.

Your next words are meek, whispered, hidden away from the outside world, but you bare your soul to him anyways.

You almost don't hear it, but the way the words vibrate against your skin as he spills himself inside you makes it impossible for them not to be heard.

You wrote the words; but honestly I didn't even needed to read them to cry. It's just so vulnerable. They are both in a situation were they are literally and metaphorically naked, and there's nothing else but them - everything else fades away without them noticing and it's just.

Them.

And they allow themselves to be so vulnerable, finally, after all the build-up and the obstacles of the war and the downfall of the galaxy and the chip. After loosing each other and finding their way back to each other.

And finally allowing themselves to be so vulerable, so exposed to each other-

Brb gotta cry some more.

He takes one of your hands in his, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. 'Just getting you a cloth Cya'rika.'

Your mouth opens in an Oh, and you gingerly nod at him. 'Okay, sorry,' you give him the most beautiful smiles he's ever seen, and there's a part of him that has changed its mind about leaving you even for a second.

I can't even. Explain. How sweet this is. No words can express what I'm feeling as I read this. The comfort. The reassuring tone. The f**king Mando'a nickname.

Your arms open pathetically when he lets go of you, an invite for him to join you under the covers. But he looks at you in pure adoration, a sight that's so peaceful, so domestic, that he finds himself letting his mind wander, imagining that this temporary room was a home, a place where he could spend the rest of his days with you, away from war and the empire.

My heart is aching. A lot. It's so peaceful yet so tragic in a way, but they don't see that. Again, it's just them; this moment of intimacy, of domestic life where nothing else matter but what they are sharing right now.

Somewhere only we know.

alone together

This fic is awesome. I love the dynamic between reader and Crosshair, there's this very obvious alchemy between them and you manage to write about it with limited dialogue and amazing descriptions. I am absolutely in awe.

Also- Confident Reader? Love that! Especially in a Crosshair fic! And it's great because we also see a glimpse of Crosshair having self-esteem issues, so there's a sort of shift where for once Crosshair doesn't have the "upper hand" and reader isn't all shy and flustered you know (though I absolutely love these kind of fics too!)

But yeah- their dynamic was really interesting!

heartbeat

Another Crosshair fic because I love him and you really write him so well and in-character.

'I like...hearing your heartbeat.'

This little hesitation is everything. And it's so... So personal and delicate.

Someone's heartbeat. That's life pulsing through their body. That's very symbolic too; we usually link strong feelings like love and care to the heart, and to lay there with someone and enjoy listening to that life pulsing-

Yeah I'm getting soft again

'I'm not moving,' he grumbles, pressing himself further into you and sighing in relief.

This is so lovely; him holding on tighter because he doesn't want to move, because he feels good here and that's the best way he found to let you know...

I just love your takes on Soft!Crosshair, you really know what you're writing about.

hands meet

I tried to draw Hunter. With the sunglasses and the shirt and him trying to be cool.

I shall do that drawing again because it's absolutely HILARIOUS and I just adore this fic because it's so light-hearted and sweet and funny!

It's a feel-good fic, the one you read when you need to clear your head a bit; and I promise you the laugh I had reading it!

And I just love the dynamic between Hunter and reader; it's awkward yet there's a lot of alchemy and you just know they do like each other a lot and are just struggling to express it directly.

That's very sweet and I love that.

Love it.

________

So yeah! Again, it was longer than expected but I am not sorry because you deserve to know how much I love these fics and how you also hold my heart in your hands with these.

You're an amazing - incredible - writer and I love how you bring these very human and realistic elements to your stories. It just makes them even more relatable and enjoyable, even if sometimes it's painful, and that's what I love so much about your writing.

Also I absolutely love how you incorporate lyrics between in your writings

Anyway- love u Anna, love your writing, you're amazing!!

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Disney AU

🌹 Elysian by wonderlou (81k) Beauty and the Beast AU

“What could be it, Niall?” Harry asks gently with a sigh. He slouches down further into his chair, crossing his arms lazily across his chest. He is bored. He has been bored for five years straight, but even more so now that his one interest has shut himself out entirely. Harry had not even heard from Louis, not since last night, not since he had gotten on his nerves so much that he was torn between knocking him out and smiling in surrender to the slight awe he felt. Louis is opinionated like no one he’s ever seen, but his voice is honeyed; high-pitched and indignant. Harry is nothing short of entranced.

Or, Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

🧜🏻‍♂️ The Importance of Body Language by zimriya (11k) The Little Mermaid AU

Harry really has no idea how he’s going to get out of this one. After the little incident with the fishing wire, he’d been told that under no circumstances was he to visit the surface of the water, as he is the heir to the throne and his safety is essential to the continued existence of their underwater society. Or something. Harry loves his mum, but there’s really only so much talk of royal duty a prince can take before he does something drastic. Like purposefully disobey her strict instructions to stay under the sea for the rest of his natural life, and instead swim too close to a human ship and get himself spotted by none other than the unfairly attractive Prince Louis Tomlinson, for example.

Needless to say, Harry is fucked.

🧜🏻‍♂️ Hey baby won't you look my way by larrysbitchx (10k) The Little Mermaid AU

Louis want’s a prince charming. Harry might just be him. But what happens when a human and a merman fall in love?

🐶🐱 We Could Live This Life Forever by dearmrsawyer (31k) Lady and the Tramp AU

When Harry’s adoptive parents bring home a brand new baby of their own, he fears they won’t want him anymore.

A Lady and the Tramp AU where everyone’s human

⚓️ Drowning In Your Eyes by smittenwithlouis (45k) Pirates of the Caribbean AU

“Capt’n Styles, are you certain of this? They be attracted to man-made light.” “What is? Sharks?” The young blonde asks in terror. “Worse than sharks, lad. There’ll be flesh eating mermaids upon us in minutes, mark my words!” Paul huffs as he continues to wave the bright lantern in front of him, “And Captain Styles here, has us bait!” Or: The Pirates of the Caribbean inspired au where Harry is a fierce pirate who holds the heart of a beautiful merman.

👑 Because You Saw Me When I Was Invisible by supernope (32k) Princess Diaries AU

A (not so) loosely-based Princess Diaries AU, in which Harry finds out he’s the heir to the throne of a country he’s never even heard of.

🏹 Not in Nottingham by UserFromPluto (11k) Robin Hood AU

“Love him?” The prince repeated, “and does this prisoner return your love?” Harry did not answer but stood looking at Louis, trembling and heaving breaths. Louis met his gaze, hair falling over his eyes, arms gripped roughly by two guards. “Harry,” he said simply, “I love you more than life itself.”

(Robin Hood au in which Harry and Niall steal the show, Liam’s big heart gets him in trouble, and Zayn and Louis really should stop being arrow magnets)

👠 a dream is a wish your heart makes by theneverending (22k) Cinderella AU

Fairytale retelling of Cinderella, where Harry is a servant boy who’s too kind, Louis is a prince in an arranged marriage, Liam is Harry’s step brother, and Niall is Louis’ dutiful grand duke.

👠 your rainbow will come smiling through by hazkaban (17k) Cinderella Story AU

when harry isn’t working at his stepfather’s cafe, he’s trying to make swim captain and trying to finish all his coursework on time. when he’s not doing any of those things, he’s talking to the boy he met on the oxford hopefuls subreddit. when they decide to meet, he’s elated. he finally gets the chance to meet the boy he’s been crushing on! when the day comes to meet his prince, he learns that his online crush is none other than louis tomlinson, captain of the football team and friend of his terrible stepbrothers. now harry has to decide whether telling louis the truth is the right choice or if it’s better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

🦎 long hair don't care by ballsdeepinjesus (20k) Tangled AU

He catches his breath and stands, brushing dirt off of his breeches when he hears a scared peep behind him. Louis spins around, startled, and is greeted by the sight of an extremely pale boy with extremely luscious dark brown curls. His hand starts to reach out involuntarily to try and pet his hair, but he stops it quickly and tries to smooth it into a bow. He glances up, fluttering his lashes, and levels the trembling boy with a charming smile.

“Hi,” he drawls. He doesn’t see the frying pan until it’s too late. Everything goes black.

[harry is sheltered and louis is a thief. or, a tangled au.]

🦎 You Were My New Dream by larryshares (48k) Tangled AU

Prince Harry has spent the majority of his life trapped within the castle walls, forced to hide from the kingdom he never asked to be born into. He doesn’t want to be the next King of Eroda, because according to his father, kings don’t wear dresses, paint their nails, or braid flowers into their magical hair. And Harry happens to love those things about himself, almost as much as he thinks he could love the new combat instructor his father has summoned to mold him into a more acceptable man, just in time for his impending coronation.

🧚🏻‍♀️ no place to call home by suspendrs (21k) Peter Pan AU

“What are you smiling about, Harrison,” the boy spits, body language suddenly getting defensive. “I’ll have you know that I’m-”

“Harry,” Harry interrupts, giggling. “My name is Harry. And if you’re not called Peter, then what are you called?”

The boy tilts his chin up slightly, surveying Harry like he’s checking if he’s worthy of knowing something as important as his name. “Well, Herschel, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Louis.”

Or, Louis isn’t Peter Pan and Harry isn’t Wendy and Neverland is nothing like Harry thought it would be, but it’s perfect anyway.

🧚🏻‍♀️ Tell Every Lost Boy (that you're my man) by LittleLostPieces (17k) Peter Pan AU

A modern-day Peter Pan AU, wherein Harry struggles with his overwhelming jealousy when Louis brings a new mate into their makeshift family.

Starring Louis as Peter Pan (obviously), Harry as Tinker Bell, the others as the Lost Boys, and Greg as Wendy

🧚🏻‍♀️ faith, trust and pixie dust (and a little bit of something else too) Peter Pan AU

“Are you seriously apologizing for taking out a bullet that was lodged in my shoulder and saving my life?” he asks slowly. “Y—yes?” the boy looks unsure of himself now.

“Marry me—”

For once, the boy isn’t the only one blushing and Louis silently curses Earthen terminology for making its way into his vocabulary.

Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he coughs out, “I mean thanks. That was very nice of you…?”

“Harry,” the boy fills in quietly, flashing Louis a tentative smile. Louis thinks it suits him well and he mouths the name to himself, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. He watches as Harry hesitates before asking his own question, albeit doubtfully.

“And you’re—you’re P—Peter Pan, right?”

Or, the one in which Louis is a punk Peter Pan and Harry is an insecure flower child.

❄️ The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway by timefornothing (17k) Frozen AU

“Lou! Give me my glove!” Louis held it back away from him, blue eyes glittering with desperation. “No, Zayn. Please, I can’t live like this anymore! We can’t keep the entire world shut out! I can’t live like this!” His words rung out shrilly, making the crowd go silent. Zayn stared at Louis, eyes wide with unimaginable pain. Finally, he swallowed hard, whispering quietly, “Then leave.” He took one more look at Louis before it was too much, then he turned away, stalking towards the back of the room. or the one where One Direction are the characters in Frozen. Starring Louis as Anna, Zayn as Elsa, Harry as Kristoff, Niall as Olaf, and Liam as that stone troll that always knows what to do.

♣️♟ like cabbages and kings by you_explode (60k) Alice in Wonderland AU

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.

🌿 Let's Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay by embro (134k) Tarzan AU

A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis' life upside down.

🗡 Dirty secret by iilarryii (122k) Mulan AU

"Dad, you can't go!" Louis yells to his father as he watches him pull out his sword.

"Louis, you know that I have to. It's the pack leaders orders," Dan says calmly. "I need you to promise me that you'll take care of the family if I die."

"So what? You'll just give up?"

"Of course not. I am just willing to die for my family's safety."

"So am I."

The Zoely pack is attacked by rogue alphas and the pack leader orders all alphas over the age of eighteen to protect their pack. Dan Deakin is one of the strongest alphas in the pack, but there is one problem. He has a wife and six kids to feed and look after. Louis is the oldest child and the one who wants to protect their family.

Or a Mulan AU where Louis is an omega who takes his father's place in the war.

📕 You Bring Me Home by reminiscingintherain (22k) Saving Mr. Banks AU

"Are you willing to fly to LA to meet with Tomlinson?" "I suppose I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" Harry grumped. "I'm assuming he's paying?" "Business class all the way," Liam nodded. "And he's kindly arranged for me to accompany you. So at least you're not going to be on your own." "Please do tell how that's a good thing."

Or, the one where Louis wants to turn Harry's book into a film, and Harry's very picky about what happens.

[Saving Mr Banks AU]

☂ Harry Poppins by jacaranda_bloom (32k) Mary Poppins AU

When Louis’ best friends pass away he finds himself with an instant family. Maddie and Thomas are wonderful children but take an immediate dislike to every nanny that sets foot inside their house. After nanny number six is summarily dismissed Louis is at his wit’s end, that is until an unusual man arrives on their doorstep. Harry Styles is like nothing any of them have ever encountered before, and perhaps, exactly what they’ve been looking for all along.

🐎 It's the Climb by lululawrence (25k) Hannah Montana AU

Louis stretched out his back and turned around, startled to see the most beautiful man he’d ever encountered in his life riding towards him on a horse.

He had to still be asleep. This was one of those super weird dreams people had where the knight in shining armor (or in this case, red sleeveless flannel) literally rode up to them calling their name. - The Hannah Montana AU where Louis is a world famous punk rock singer with a stage name of William and Jay drags him back to Tennessee for the summer. In her attempt for Louis to get back to his roots, he just so happens to reconnect with Harry, and things never go quite as Louis expects them to.

🎬 Supposed to Be by kikikryslee (26k) Geek Charming AU

“I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.” “Why?” “Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.” “You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked. Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well. Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant. — Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

🐮 Love and Other Antidotes by haztobegood (16k) Emperor's New Groove AU

Arrogant pop star Harry Styles is transformed into a cow by his bandmate Amy Z after a heated argument. Left in the back of a truck, Harry finds himself at a rural farm hours away from his band. Harry has three days to make it back to London and turn back into a human before his next show. His only chance to reclaim his glamorous life rests with a kind farmer named Louis. They must work together to find the antidote before Amy Z finishes him off and takes over the band.

⚽️ The Game Plan by Justalittlelouislove (5k) Game Plan AU

Louis's life is exactly how he likes it: all about him. When it suddenly gets turned on its head and one little lady makes a huge impact, will he learn to handle it or run for the hills?

🎈 Up by Thingssicant (26k) Up! AU

Louis Tomlinson thought he had everything he wanted. He had a wife and daughter, a good job, a house with a white picket fence, and even a few pets along the way

It’s only when he turned 71 that a load of balloons and poorly timed knock on the door changed his life forever

🏰 Teacups by sincehewaseighteen (25k) Disneyland AU

"Looks like your attraction is not any body’s cup of tea today,” he puns cheekily. Harry rolls his eyes and lifts the box onto the counter easily, dusting his hands off without a blink of an eye to Louis. “I think it might be your costume.”

“Alright, babe, you listen here.” Harry comes forward and makes sure he’s close to Louis’ ear. Louis swallows carefully when Harry speaks. “Cut this shit out, you’re no Peter Pan in my eyes. You’re a fucking twit. I know what you’re like, and that’s all you need to worry about.”

or the au where louis works as peter pan at paris’ eurodisney while harry’s the mad-hatter who works at the teacup ride, and just so happens to be the annoyingly gorgeous man louis is in love with.

🏰 Unbelievable sights, indescribable feelings by serenityandtea (8k) Disneyland AU

Louis and Harry spend a pre-Christmas weekend at Disneyland Paris with their three kids. Lots of fluff, rides and a meeting with Santa.

Everyone says that Disneyland is utter magic.

Louis definitely thinks so when he catches the look on his husband’s face; Harry looks completely ecstatic. Never mind their three children; Louis would go through all this hassle again just to have his husband beam at everything around him once more.

🏰 Acorns and Thimbles by izetta (12k) Disneyland AU

There is a startling amount of Disney films where the couple falls in love after just one day. Louis isn't entirely too convinced of how realistic that is, but he thinks he is starting to understand how they all felt.

Or an AU where Louis is Peter Pan at Disney World and Harry is a park guest.

🏰 Magic by dolce_piccante (3k) Disneyland AU

AU. Girl!Direction. Harry and Louis go to Disney for a wonderful holiday filled with familiar characters, fireworks, and some Magic Kingdom magic.

🏰 Faith and Trust and Pixie Dust by kotabear24 (10k) Disneyland AU

Harry Styles and his son, Lucas, are spending four days at Disneyland for Lucas' sixth birthday. Louis Tomlinson is Peter Pan there, and takes a shine to both the boys. He gives them tickets to a Peter Pan show that night, and spends the evening with the two before spending the night with Harry. Lucas and Harry both find themselves getting attachd to Louis, and Louis finds the same himself.

🏰 Once Upon a Dream by objectlesson (26k) Disneyland AU

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say noto Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

🏰 The Way You Make Me Feel by MiniMangaFan (6k) Disneyland AU

“You couldn’t last a damn day without trying to sleep with me.”

“I can last a whole fucking week,” Harry says, rising to Louis’ challenge.

“Wanna make a bet on that, Styles?”

“You’re on,” Harry grins.

Or, Disney AU where Louis and Harry try not to fuck in public places.

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⚪️ Bittersweet and Strange by Keep_Calm_And_Read_Fic Beauty and the Beast AU

He agreed to stay so his sister could go free, but he never signed up for this. Beauty and the Beast AU in which Harry is taken prisoner in King Louis 'The Beast' Tomlinson's castle, Master Liam Payne may or may not be a torture specialist, Master Zayn Malik may or may not be the Master of War, and no one will tell him what the hell Niall does around here. Basically, Harry hates his enemy with a passion. Then he kind of has a passion for hisenemy. Then he wonders if he and Louis are enemies at all.

⚪️ The Dreams That You Wish by Keep_Calm_And_Read_Fic Cinderella AU

Cinderella/Ever After AU in which Louis is the world’s sassiest servant, Harry is a closeted prince with a deadline, Zayn is Harry’s chaperone, Liam is given the unenviable task of trying to distract Zayn long enough that his sister, Druscilla, can seduce Prince Harry (hint: doomed to failure) and Niall is the worlds most inappropriate fairy godfather. Destiny, romance, mistaken identity, sexcapades and oblivious!everybody abound in this gross bastardization of one of my all time favourite fairy tales.

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wrote something uwu. elsanna ofc.

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Yes, of course, just a little bit closer. A little bit braver. Her sister was right there, standing just a few feet away, on the edge of the camp and looking deep into the dark dark forest, just where the light ended, just secluded enough for no one to notice her if they weren’t searching. Anna only needed to take one step forward, and then another, then another, until she could look Elsa in the eye and say what she needed to say.

Her hands gripped the wooden guksi tightly, so they wouldn’t tremble. Still, in the soft sway of her drink, Anna could see her failure at keeping it together. She knew Elsa wouldn’t be upset or disappointed if she failed to keep her feelings in check— she’d never been, not at all. She’d always been the most understanding, compassionate, gentle and loving person in Anna’s life. She could forgive the unforgivable, and she did so over and over again. So, of course, she wouldn’t be mad at Anna if someone got suspicious. That didn’t mean Anna shouldn’t try to stay quiet.

Especially then, with so many eyes on them. The palace staff that had dared to follow them into the woods, the guards and soldiers, Kristoff and Olaf, who were talking to people somewhere. Even the horses made her feel observed. Anna was bad at hiding her emotions, and that meant that, whenever they came out, she needed to get away. So she trailed through the camp and past the tents and dying campfires, waving at anyone who spotted her and quietly indicating that she had to go quickly, so that no one would strike a conversation. She needed to get this done before her courage abandoned her, before the sun came up and they continued their march east and she lost her chance once again.

The guards may not have heard her leave but her sister heard her approach. Of course she did. She turned her head before Anna could say a word and she smiled at her. It was such a kind smile, that it made Anna’s knees weaken and her throat constrict.

“Hi,” Elsa said, and she stretched a hand in Anna’s direction for her to take. She knew Anna couldn’t resist her— Anna didn’t miss her proud smirk when she accepted the invitation. Elsa intertwined her fingers with her sister’s and pulled her closer. “You can’t sleep either?”

Anna shook her head.

“Oh, you know, just... “ she gestured at her skull. “Lots of thoughts.”

Elsa hummed. She continued to gaze into the forest with curiosity, as her thumb softly caressed Anna’s knuckles.

“Are they thoughts you’d like to share?”

Anna’s throat went dry. Right. Right, right, right, right. That was exactly why she was there, and she had so many things to say, yet her tongue refused to pronounce the words.

She squeezed her big sister’s hand, and Elsa squeezed back. She offered Anna a long, adoring glance.

No matter where they were or how Anna felt, Elsa always managed to make her feel safe.

“I…” she began, and Elsa listened carefully. “I really need to tell you something.”

Elsa’s eyes widened.

“What is it?” She asked with concern laced in her words.

“It’s not a bad thing! It’s a good thing!” Anna rushed to reassure her. “I-I mean, it depends on how you look at it?”

Elsa nodded. Her eyes never left Anna’s, and the worry in them remained.

“How will I look at it?” She inquired.

How would she look at it? How would she? Indeed, Anna had agonized over that very same question for ages. She’d told herself Elsa would hate her. Then she convinced herself it would be harmless. Her brain repeated over and over to her that Elsa would forgive anything she could ever do to her, but Anna’s actions wouldn’t hurt her any less. And she’d also concluded, once, that Elsa was simply waiting, simply observing patiently and letting Anna take things on her own pace. That she didn’t want to rush her or make her feel pressured, or harm her somehow, because old habits die hard and Elsa’s magic still got out of control every now and then. If her emotions could be dangerous in one way, then they must also be dangerous in other ways. And she was Queen, she was the eldest one. She had magic. She was the one who held all the power and she’d loathe taking advantage of it— Anna knew her. She’d level out the playing field by letting Anna decide. This is what their relationship as sisters had been like ever since their reunion.

Elsa knew. She knew, she knew, her big sister knew how she felt and she’d always been so kind to her, despite how disgusted she should have felt. How repelled, how scared. For Anna to feel such a thing was… unnatural. Twisted. And yet Elsa’s primary concern had always been Anna’s wellbeing should anyone else find out. She’d always looked after her, always cared for her, always listened to her lovestruck rambling with endearment rather than horror because she saw something worth loving and cherishing in her little sister being in love, even if she could not return her feelings.

Could she not? Could it be that Anna’s guess was right? Could it be that Elsa’s closeness, her sweetness, her love and her care had a hidden meaning? Could there be a reason behind the long glances she so often directed at her and the quick gentle touches to her shoulders and her waist whenever she saw her in a new dress?

Anna clung to this idea with more resolve than ever before.

This mission was dangerous and she would never forgive herself if she’d lost her shot at her own cowardice.

How will she take it, she’d asked?

“I think— I mean, I was hoping you’d like it.”

Elsa smiled, turned to face Anna, and grasped her free hand in hers.

“Alright, then,” she said. “I’m listening.”

Anna opened her mouth, and yet again words failed her. They stopped at her throat but she couldn’t bring herself to blurt them out. “I love you,” she wanted to say. “You already know that. And I want to be with you, to not just admiring from afar. I’m sorry I can’t be content with your hugs and your gifts and your sisterly kindness, but what I feel for you is truly different, and I need to know if you feel the same way.”

But still, she could not say these words. They were too strong for her and she was too weak, too scared of ruining things and losing her sister. Hurting her. Crossing a line.

“Anna?” Elsa whispered, bringing her out of her thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Anna squeaked pathetically. “It’s just… I’m just…”

She cast her eyes down, careful not to glance at their joined hands because the contact was driving her insane.

Because, what if she did mess up? What if she caused irreparable harm to their relationship? She wouldn't be saying anything Elsa didn't already know, she'd just be… more resolute about it. She wanted to take action. Yet… it was such a great decision, one that was very easy to be ashamed of. One that may make her sister think she'd gone mad. Because this was madness, and it was dangerous, and perhaps Anna should just… keep her mouth shut. Some things were better left in silence.

With eyes downcast and a weak voice, Anna murmured:

"I-it's nothing."

She let go of Elsa's hands.

The temperature dropped a couple of degrees around her.

"Are you sure?" Her sister asked.

Anna nodded, screwing her eyes shut.

"It really is nothing," she insisted. "Just… excited about tomorrow. This sure is a trip, right?" She rubbed her arms up and down to fight the cold, and laughed. "Brrr!"

Despite her forced cackle, Elsa did not budge. Her concern and hesitation were painfully visible. She held her own hands together, and Anna avoided her gaze.

“Anna,” Elsa said, in a sweet tone, tilting her head and offering a quiet smile as she tried to see her sister better. “I just… I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide your emotions from me.”

“I know that,” Anna gulped. “I know I’m safe with you. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about something else, and I don’t want to get things wrong and ruin everything and—”

A soft, cool hand caressed her cheek. She clamped her mouth shut.

“I doubt there’s anything you could ruin,” Elsa reassured her, brushing her thumb over Anna’s cheekbone. The simple act arose the butterflies in her stomach.

Anna choked out an awkward laugh.

“We could gather a list if you want,” she joked, but her sister didn’t seem to find it funny. Her hand traveled up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Anna’s ear. Her very much blushing ears. Goodness, she must be as red as a tomato. There was no way Elsa wasn’t noticing.

Her sister's eyes in her were intense and piercing. Gentle. Gentle.

She was running out of courage. Just like last time. And the previous one. And the previous one. Out of courage and out of words. She'd always been a bad liar and she was lying now when the whole purpose of staying up that night was to do the straight opposite. She'd just wanted… she'd only meant to… Do something.

Elsa stared at her, took a deep breath, and then smoothed a hand over her shoulder, leaving Anna's skin tingling in its wake despite the clothes in between. She was trying to read her. See what it was that she needed.

Her heartbeat quickened. She clenched her shaking fists.

Elsa opened her mouth to speak but Anna moved quicker, and whatever curiosity to hear her vanished under the feeling of her soft, soft lips against hers, and that of the cold shoulder Anna gripped for balance because her knees trembled so violently she worried she'd collapse. Her chest exploded with fear and nervousness and excitement and a deep electrifying realization, and the words "finally, finally, finally" coursed through her mind in an uncontrollable flow of emotions. Surprised at herself and the situation. And her sister, there, with her, standing still with a hand on Anna's own shoulder, all throughout this moment Anna had spent years waiting for.

Kissing her wasn't exactly like she'd expected. She was soft and delicate. She wasn't cold at all. Touching her felt like touching a cloud, barely there at all.

Elsa's hand slowly pushed back.

As soon as their lips parted, Anna's breath hitched.

Horror and regret came flooding in as soon as she laid her eyes on her sister's confused expression, her shut eyes and her knit-together brows. When her hand traveled up to cover her own mouth. The exhilaration of "finally" was abruptly replaced by the dread of "what have I done?".

What had she done?

Elsa took a step back, inhaled deeply, and opened her eyes. Her gaze was hard and cold.

“Anna, listen to me,” she said, in a stern, quiet voice. “You can’t do that. Not here. Not where you could get caught.”

Anna winced. She nodded without thinking.

“I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t— I’ll never do that again, I—”

"Stop."

Anna stopped. She bit down her tongue. She'd jump off a cliff if Elsa asked her to.

Elsa released a shuddering breath, and wrapped both arms around herself. Avoiding Anna's gaze, she looked around to check for onlookers. Anna's heart jumped into her throat at the thought of being seen, but judging from Elsa's expression, that didn't seem to be the case.

She wanted to apologize. She wanted to tell Elsa she'd leave and she'd never have to deal with her deviancy again. To say she'd been an idiot to let her mind twist and corrupt every innocent act of affection into something so filthy. It was an insult towards her Queen to see her under such a light. But Elsa hadn't given her permission to speak yet.

She eventually fixed her eyes on Anna again. She looked small and scared and unsure.

"It's late," she declared. Her shoulders sagged, and her eyes drifted away from Anna again, to settle on the ground. "Just… go back to the tent, Anna. I'll join you later."

Her eyes stung with tears. Anna opened her mouth one last time— to get one last apology out, but Elsa interrupted:

"Please," she begged, with her trembling, raspy voice, and it cracked Anna's heart in two. She'd driven her sister to her limit, after— after so long, after everything she'd done for her, after all the unconditional love and acceptance and tolerance and fearless affection, she'd finally violated her trust. She'd taken advantage of her.

In the end, she'd let her sister's words get to her head. She'd let her convince her it was okay, but in reality, Anna had always been the pervert she'd feared she'd be.

So she closed her mouth, and, with her heart in her throat, she turned around, fisted her cloak over her chest, and retreated into camp, where no more than a couple of guards directed her a cautious look. She didn't know how much they'd seen and she prayed to God it had been nothing, but you could never be too sure, and Anna could never be intelligent enough to keep out of trouble.

Once inside the safety of her tent (the one she shared with her sister, because she trusted her and love her so much despite everything she knew about her), Anna curled into her bedroll and covered her face with her hands. Her chest convulsed but she screwed her eyes shut and held her breath in an attempt not to cry, yet the horror on Elsa's face came back to the forefront of her mind and it made her feel like a monster, and monsters didn't deserve to cry.

How ironic. These were the thoughts that always alarmed Elsa so much. She was terrified of Anna ever thinking of herself in the way she'd done during her childhood, and she'd spent so much time reassuring Anna and trying to help her unlearn these thoughts before they took root. And Elsa had been wrong. And Anna had hurt her as a result. Because the difference was that Elsa's intentions had always been pure.

The worst part was that Anna knew she'd be forgiven. She knew Elsa would sooner or later crawl back into the tent, wrap her arms around Anna from behind, call her her little sister and then apologize. She'd apologize again and again and again. She'd change the way in which she dressed, the way she spoke, how she dealt with others and how she managed her time if it meant making it easier on Anna, and it was unfair, oh, so so unfair.

Anna didn't deserve her sister.

So when she heard the tent's curtain opening, she stilled her breath. And when her sister's cold flooded their refuge, she kept her eyes closed tight. Elsa called her name, and Anna pretended to be asleep.

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I'm having a really rough day. Do you have anything nice?

oh my beautiful butterfly. I stopped my reading and wrote this one just for you. I hope it makes you feel at least a little better. Please take care. Stay unbroken for me.

Being a Lightwood Ain’t Easy

“You ready?” Alec knocked on the door.

He sounded calm - but only because he tried his best not to sound as excited as he felt. He had been waiting for this day for quite a long time and he couldn’t believe it was all happening.

There was no response from the other side so Alec knocked again. No response. Maybe he had overslept. Alec did notice that the light in the room hadn't gone out till early morning.

“Alright, I am coming in,” Alec said and gently pushed the door open.

He saw the boy sitting on the bed, still in his purple pyjamas, hugging his knees to his chest. He kept his eyes to the floor and avoided Alec’s worried gaze. Alec didn't know what was wrong but he wished Magnus was here - he would know how to deal with this.

His way of dealing with it would of course to make an ill timed joke. Maybe Alec should try that.

“I know your bapa taught you that being fashionably late is cool,” Alec said with a grin. “But you can't be late to your own rune ceremony, buddy.”

Rafe looked up with an incredulous look on his face, he seemed a little exasperated. Alright maybe Alec wasn't the funny dad. So he tried to use his own tactics.

Rafe looked away.

“What if I didn't want to be a shadowhunter?”

“Rafael,” Alec said softly. “What's wrong, mijo?”

The boy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I am not just any shadowhunter, am I?”

Alec cocked his head in confusion.

“I am not just any shadowhunter,” Rafael repeated. “I am a Lightwood.”

Alec couldn’t help but smile a little at that and put his hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

Rafael pushed it away. “But I am not, aren't I?”

“What do you mean?” Alec asked, genuinely confused.

“I am both a Lightwood and I am not,” Rafael explained frustratedly.

“Rafe, wha-”

“I am the son of the Consul, a hero of the Dark War and the founder of the Shadowhunter Downworlder Alliance,” Rafael said as if he was reciting a practiced speech.

Alec would have blushed in any other situation but right now he was only worried. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Rafe shook his head. “You did everything right and I...I am just worried that I won't.”

“Rafael,” Alec sighed. “You are not me. You don't have to do what I did or do.”

Alec didn't know what to do. In this head, he heard Magnus’s voice when he spoke to Max when their blueberry got too stressed during their magic lessons.

“Smell the flowers and blow the candles,” Magnus would tell their son.

Alec took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

“Do you want me to tell you that you are going to be great just like all of us?” Alec asked, even though he knew the answer.

“No, I don't want you do that,” Rafael said stubbornly. “Because I know I won't be.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because I am not a Lightwood, dad,” Rafael almost shouted. “Not really. I am just..I am just a boy you found in the street. So whatever genes that make the rest of you amazing and awesome and cool and perfect - it’s not gonna work for me.”

Alec stared at his son then. Rafael's body was hunched as if he was protecting himself from everything the world was going through at him after today.

It wasn't easy being a shadowhunter - and it definitely wasn't easy being a Lightwood.

Rafael looked at him in the eye then, his lips wobbling a little. “I am scared I won't be good enough.”

Now his son was feeling the very same. Alec wondered whether all shadowhunters felt this way at one point or another.

“Listen,” Alec said. “Izzy is the best at what she does because she trains every single day. Yes, my dad was the inquisitor but he wasn't perfect. Uncle Jace is Uncle Jace not because he was born to be that person but because he choose to be. And I...I might be the Consul but I was a scared little boy for a long time too.”